tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30261842011-04-21T18:35:53.974-07:00Melissa's Tragic Little FitsAll me, all the time.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comBlogger1501100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-48460122001-07-31T21:51:00.000-07:002001-07-31T21:51:48.530-07:00Well, it's been a few days now, and my sleep patterns are back to normal. And yes, I have kept visiting the sites of people from the Blogathon...I think it's so cool that in just one night, I got to check out 101 new sites! I usually only visit three or four. I'm expanding my horizons...I can put that on a resume, right?
Speaking of resumes, I still have no job. But it's okay, I'll survive.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-47996642001-07-29T13:16:00.000-07:002001-07-29T13:16:12.533-07:00Eh, what the hell. I'm still up, might as well keep posting. Mind you, this is all Pete's fault. We've been emailing all morning, and that just kind of gave me my fourth wind. Interesting how stimulating conversation will do that to you.
Get your minds out of the gutter, ya perverts!
I'm currently trying out a lip color called "Mocha Mama". I have no idea what it looks like, because I'm Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-47987212001-07-29T12:01:00.000-07:002001-07-29T12:01:51.213-07:00Hours Left: None! We can sleep now!
What am I doing: Preparing for sleep.
Once upon a time there was a girl who stayed up all night, along with 100 or so other people, to raise money for charity and have fun. And when it was all over, she was left with several people to thank.
1. Cat. Of course. For coming up with this whole idea. You rock.
2. Mom. For being my very first sponsor, and Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-47982112001-07-29T11:31:00.000-07:002001-07-29T11:31:58.210-07:00This is my second to last post. *sigh* I'm nostalgic already. Remember way back when, back when we were first starting, and half an hour just flew by? Yeah, you know, like 23 hours ago. Seems like yesterday. Oh wait. Heh. Sorry, being a dork. I'm done now. Well, no, probably not. But I'll try and tone it down, just for you.
I just finished reading the comics. Nothing terribly amusing Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-47978382001-07-29T11:00:00.000-07:002001-07-29T11:00:36.300-07:00Hours Left: 1 - Oh happy day!
What am I doing: Attempting creativity. I apologize in advance.
I have now been up for 26 hours. I'm still amusing (although a tad more insane than usual). I'm still obsessed with sporks. But that's not a bad thing. Sporks are wonderful utensils, that bring me back to my childhood, and elementary school lunches that were eaten with said utensil.
But, sadly, Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-47974622001-07-29T10:32:00.000-07:002001-07-29T10:32:26.423-07:00I have four posts left. I think I can come up with creative ideas still. I've been making up words in my conversations with Pete. Now I think I need to define them.
Sporktastic - (spork-tas'tik) adv. - Something so wonderful, it surpasses the need for a regular fork and spoon. ie: That spaghetti is sporktastic!
Flirtastic - (flir-tas'tik) adv. - More flirtation than the average bear. ie: Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-47970202001-07-29T10:00:00.000-07:002001-07-29T10:00:48.290-07:00Hours Left: 2
What am I doing: Emailing Pete again. If it weren't for him, I'd be asleep right now.
Men are so predictable. Not that it's a bad thing. I like knowing how they're going to respond to something. Makes it easier to decide whether to say it or not.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-47966212001-07-29T09:32:00.000-07:002001-07-29T09:32:42.383-07:00Melissa's Celebrity Crush of the Night: *drumroll please* Nobody. Seriously. I've pondered this one for at least twenty minutes now, and I can't come up with a single person. Granted, I think Adam Garcia (from Coyote Ugly) is hot, and I will always have a deep and abiding affection for Ewan McGregor, but I can't honestly say I have a crush on either one of them.
Well, since it's been a while Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-47962162001-07-29T08:59:00.000-07:002001-07-29T08:59:59.470-07:00Hours Left: 3
What am I doing: Eh. None of your damn business. Oh, what the heck. See below.
Pete's online! I'm very happily emailing him right now.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-47959162001-07-29T08:31:00.000-07:002001-07-29T08:31:35.016-07:00Oh hell, it's that time again. I've discovered that I have a strange fascination with sporks tonight. It's odd. I'm not usually so taken with gender-confused silverware.
And oh! I don't have a celebrity crush of the night yet! I must get one soon. At least in the next three and a half hours. I'm making a mental note, but I'd better write it down, too. Lord knows what I'll remember in Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-47955822001-07-29T08:00:00.000-07:002001-07-29T08:00:20.060-07:00Hours left: 4
What am I doing: Emailing people.
I have Gloria Gaynor stuck in my head right now. Which means I'm gonna have to listen to "I Will Survive" at least once before the morning is out. Damn.
Aww...my cat has decided to join me in my stolen chair of Sleepiness. Yeah, yeah, I'm sleepy. But I'm not quitting. If everyone else can make it, so can I. (And now, in my head, I can hear Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-47952712001-07-29T07:32:00.000-07:002001-07-29T07:32:03.620-07:00Aah, I'm gonna suck on this one. I've got about 30 seconds to write it. But look, I just gave you the sci-fi script, Alien Cows from the Planet Spork. So get off my back.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-47951252001-07-29T07:17:00.000-07:002001-07-29T07:17:53.213-07:00Have I mentioned that I love this site? Davezilla rocks. Here's my sci-fi script.
Scene I. Prophecy Fulfilled
[A large meteor is hovering the earth. Its arrival is believed to be the fulfilling of an ancient Aztec prophecy.]
The Top Scientist is consulted: “I’ve read legends about it in my Frogs . We believe there are only 42 left in Las Vegas . If it’s allowed to land, it could alter time Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-47949322001-07-29T06:58:00.000-07:002001-07-29T06:58:29.940-07:00Hours Left: 5
What am I doing: Tapping my foot in an obsessively compulsive manner.
Alrighty, I promised a good blog, and I intend to deliver. (oh god, the pressure...) I'm here to tell you, right now, about...something. I need a topic. Somebody give me a topic!
Hospitals. I'm talking with Gretchen about hospitals ('cause she's not feeling so good). I hate hospitals. Very few good things Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-47947062001-07-29T06:31:00.000-07:002001-07-29T06:31:14.630-07:00Maybe this is my third wind. I'm doin' pretty good...haven't had to resort to tv or cd's yet, which is pretty amazing. But once again, I've procrastinated on the writing thing and have no time to tell you something interesting. I'll make it up to you next time, I promise. Right now I'm gonna go say hi to Gretchen.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-47945002001-07-29T06:01:00.000-07:002001-07-29T06:01:43.250-07:00Hours Left: 6
What am I doing: Making breakfast.
Wow. It's light outside. Not sunrise just yet, but that funny light before the dawn. Kind of eerie. It's still very quiet in the house...my sister and Rusty are asleep. The cats are up, though. They scared me to death...I went into the kitchen to make coffee, and they jumped up on the counter next to me, because I was standing near where Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-47942882001-07-29T05:30:00.000-07:002001-07-29T05:30:38.433-07:00Heh.
My Porn Star Name is Lucy Childs
My Blues Singer Name is Blue Kennedy
My Punk Rock Band is called the Smelly Frogs
My name as an extra in “Star Wars” is Hussified the Spork Spork
Weeelllll...my computer decided to have a hissyfit and kick me out of the chat room. Which is actually okay, since I wasn't really chatting anyway. I was too busy laughing at pretty much everything on Dave'sMelissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-47940472001-07-29T05:00:00.000-07:002001-07-29T05:00:35.790-07:00Hours Left: 7
What am I doing: Uhhh...I don't even know.
I'm glad I'm not the only one who likes to pick on infomercials. That particular one reminds me of the time I was accosted at a Christmas Bazaar by a "magnetic therapy" salesman. I was asked to stand still as he rubbed all over by body with these cheesy magnets. Pervert. And he wasn't even cute!
Oh, I want to say hey to Nightbird overMelissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-47938062001-07-29T04:30:00.000-07:002001-07-29T04:30:18.740-07:00You know what? I'm usually funnier than this. I don't know what the hell's wrong with me today. Well, no, I do, but I don't want to be a big Complainy Jean. Yeah, I made that up. Nobody has ever called anyone a Complainy Jean before. I'm so cool that I make up my own lingo. Go peel that onion with a slotted spoon.
Oh my god, I've turned into a lunatic. A raving, psychotic lunatic. No, Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-47936172001-07-29T04:02:00.000-07:002001-07-29T04:02:25.926-07:00Jack the Moth (ooh, hehehe...that's fun to say aloud...) has left the building.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-47936032001-07-29T04:00:00.000-07:002001-07-29T04:00:35.096-07:00Hours Left: 8
What am I doing: Wouldn't you like to know?
My moth (who I will now call Jack, just because), has decided to take a trip around the monitor. He's back to his original spot now, but it was quite the journey he took.
Oh, there he goes again. Exercise time for Jack.
Okay, Jack's starting to annoy me. I think it's time for him to go.
Pete says I'm a hussy. Or at least, he said IMelissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-47933722001-07-29T03:30:00.000-07:002001-07-29T03:30:53.810-07:00It's 3:23 in the morning. I've sharpened all my lip liners and eye liner pencils. I've done the dishes. Well, okay, most of the dishes. The house is clean, the clothes are folded or ironed and hung. All is calm and serene, and there's a moth on my computer screen.
It's not really bothering me. It's been there all day. I figure it just wants to be a part of the Blogathon, too, so I decidedMelissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-47931432001-07-29T03:00:00.000-07:002001-07-29T03:00:34.620-07:00Hours Left: 9
What am I doing: Nothin'.
I have 20 minutes. I'm determined to actually write something this half hour. I think, since I'm online, and feeling particularly nostalgic these days, I'll tell you about Corey.
My cousin Tim introduced me to Corey when we were in junior high. We all went to the same church, and I was the only girl in our youth group, so I hung out with the guys a Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-47929072001-07-29T02:30:00.000-07:002001-07-29T02:30:30.773-07:002:25 and all's well. Things are quiet on the western front.
2:28 and not much has changed.
2:30. Huh. Look at that...five minutes of my life, summed up in three lines. Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-47927562001-07-29T02:12:00.000-07:002001-07-29T02:12:59.783-07:00If I add strawberries and bananas to my ice cream, does that make it healthy?Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-47926412001-07-29T02:01:00.000-07:002001-07-29T02:01:01.910-07:00Hours Left: 10
What am I doing: Snacking. I must exercise soon.
I have five minutes to expound on the virtues of my little sister. Providing that I spell things correctly and don't have to go back and fix every other word, this should be no problem. Not that my sister doesn't have a lot of virtues, but just because I can't think of more than five minutes worth of them right now.
Marianne is Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-47923722001-07-29T01:30:00.000-07:002001-07-29T01:30:34.843-07:00Wow. They're talking about cereal in the chat room. I'm not sure if I want to laugh or get snackie with it. Which reminds me, I never did get ice cream. In fact, I haven't moved an inch...can we say "low motivation"? Besides, I'm having too much fun watching people's webcams. I'm entranced by the sight of Krisis' ass.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-47920502001-07-29T00:59:00.000-07:002001-07-29T00:59:14.010-07:00Hours Left: 11
What am I doing: Blogging. Duh.
Alrighty. Bri had to go to bed, so I'm all yours again, Blogathon fans! I think I just got my second wind (either that or my brain is on lovely drugs that it's not telling me about). I've got energy, I've got pizzazz (I've always wanted pizzazz -- and did you know there's 3 ways to spell it?), I've got Diet Coke. I need sugar, too. Ice cream Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-47917552001-07-29T00:29:00.000-07:002001-07-29T00:29:38.650-07:00Is it really that time again? Okay. Y'know, I'm a little hurt...apparently there are no bachelors out there tonight who are interested in a cute brunette. *sigh* Oh well.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-47914232001-07-29T00:00:00.000-07:002001-07-29T00:00:21.850-07:00Hours Left:12. Half way there!!
What am I doing: Checking out all the other blogs.
Okay, I've got to start paying attention to the clock. Once again, I'm just a few short minutes before it's time to post again, and I have no idea. And, this being the halfway point, I feel that I should write something deep and meaningful. But I can't think of anything, so this will have to suffice. Regular Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-47912152001-07-28T23:41:00.000-07:002001-07-28T23:41:47.376-07:00On second thought, don't contact me on AIM. It hates me.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-47910792001-07-28T23:30:00.000-07:002001-07-28T23:30:56.940-07:00*cue cheesy music*
That's right, folks, it's time for Melissa's Dating Game! I'm not lookin' for true love, just a good time. (Side note: Geez, this is starting to sound like a personals ad...how pathetic can I get?) And I need three bachelors (I swear, it's in the rule book...three bachelors, no more, no less) who are willing to compete for the affections of a cute, funny, brunette. And no, Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-47906532001-07-28T23:00:00.000-07:002001-07-28T23:00:19.686-07:00Hours Left: 13
What am I doing: Talking to Bri, reading about Tom's first kiss. Aww, it's so sweet!
So, Tom's story got me thinking about guys. I know, I know, the Gay Test said I was 41% gay, but that means that 59% of me still loves guys. Now, the last time I did this 24-hour thing, it was at about this point that I started Melissa's Dating Game. Complete with cheesy music (you'll have to Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-47901992001-07-28T22:28:00.000-07:002001-07-28T22:28:42.196-07:00Aah. Food. Talking to Bri. Could life be better?
Yeah, I know it's short and I suck. There's 13 1/2 hours left. You'll get plenty of me later.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-47897292001-07-28T22:00:00.000-07:002001-07-28T22:00:43.336-07:00Hours Left: 14
What am I doing: Talking to Bri. Hi Bri!
Bri and I are discussing Twinkie consumption. How many Twinkies can you eat in one sitting? (The sitting ends when you either stop eating the Twinkies, or keel over from a heart attack.) I'm saying three. Bri's gone through a whole box, which I'm sure seemed like a good idea at the time, but that she says she regretted for days Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-47892252001-07-28T21:30:00.000-07:002001-07-28T21:30:18.083-07:00Dinner was a no-go. I forgot that there's no food. I was going to make spaghetti, but there's no noodles. No bread to make sandwiches, nothing to put on the sandwiches if there were bread. *sob* I'm going to starve to death while blogging. It'll be in all the papers..."Young Woman Dies During Charity Drive."
Okay, so I'm a little melodramatic (and whiny, and yes, I realize this is not an Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-47886802001-07-28T20:55:00.000-07:002001-07-28T20:55:09.560-07:00Hours Left: 15
What am I doing: Cooking
Gone to make dinner. Back at 9:30.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-47882912001-07-28T20:30:00.000-07:002001-07-28T20:30:19.170-07:00I'm working on some ideas for later tonight. I *might* (and there are absolutely no promises here) post the song I've been working on. I've got to work out the right key ('cause right now it's very very low, and it's hurting my vocal chords to sing it), and check with Bri to see what she thinks first, but it's a definite maybe. Which doesn't actually mean yes in my language, unlike so many Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-47878162001-07-28T20:00:00.000-07:002001-07-28T20:00:18.323-07:00Hours Left: 16
What am I doing: Nothing. That's not true. I'm coveting a nap right about now.
*Yawn* Wow. There's several things I could be doing right now that wouldn't interfere with this Blogathon. But instead, I'm sitting like a lump in my chair, doing nothing, boring myself to sleep. I think I'll get up now.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-47873912001-07-28T19:30:00.000-07:002001-07-28T19:30:42.726-07:00Oh my gosh! I have to post again, and I haven't been paying any attention to the time, just kind of goofing around, looking at other stuff. Now I only have two minutes left to come up with something witty and urbane. I always kind of wondered what urbane meant...hold on a sec while I go look it up...
ur-bane: Polite, refined, and often elegant in manner.
Now I know.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-47869442001-07-28T19:00:00.000-07:002001-07-28T19:00:11.723-07:00Hours Left: 17
What am I doing: Writing a song.
I betcha didn't know I write songs, huh? Technically, I write music. I suck at lyrics. But Bri sent me a song a little over a month ago, and I dug it up the other day and started writing music for it. Only I haven't actually been writing the music down, so I keep forgetting how the melody on the verses goes. But I know the basic chords. I Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-47864962001-07-28T18:30:00.000-07:002001-07-28T18:30:16.766-07:00My sister and I are adopted. Very few people know that. It's not like it's some big secret, it just never comes up as a topic of conversation. Last weekend, my family was at a wedding, and my friend Jeanine was trying to figure out which one of my parents I look like. Well, neither. She's adopted, too, and she says that we are the chosen children. A lot of people say that adopted children Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-47860692001-07-28T17:58:00.000-07:002001-07-28T17:58:58.933-07:00Hours Left: 18
What am I doing: I don't know. Nothing, really. Reading other peoples' blogs and worrying about how boring I am.
First he stole my chair, then he stole my Care Bear's sleeping bag...
That damn dog gets everything. I'm a little bitter. But I love him, 'cause he's cute, even if he does pee on strangers, chase my cat, and his own chair.
And yeah, I had a Care Bear's sleeping Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-47859782001-07-28T17:50:00.000-07:002001-07-28T17:50:54.876-07:00Just wanted to let you know I'm naked right now...Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-47856832001-07-28T17:30:00.000-07:002001-07-28T17:30:04.946-07:00Grr...my computer crashed. Luckily, it crashed at 5:10, giving me 20 minutes before I had to send out a message again, but it did it towards the end of a large download. Which means I have to do it all over again. And then I went to forage for food while rebooting the computer, and realized exactly why my sister was going to the grocery store. There is very little to eat in this house. I'm Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-47853282001-07-28T17:01:00.000-07:002001-07-28T17:01:12.913-07:00Hours left: 19
What am I doing: Updating my website.
Well, I just got up Bri's latest story Never Feel Again. It's a great, lovely story, which I'll tell her myself later when she shows up to keep me company (as long as she doesn't have to work early tomorrow morning). So I'll wait to say hi until she's around.
Anybody want to buy a WebTV system-thingy? My sister is selling my grandpa's, Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-47849452001-07-28T16:32:00.000-07:002001-07-28T16:32:03.053-07:00God damnit. I got this link from tainted-epitome.com, who got the link from www.imabrat.com, and decided to check it out. Apparently, I'm only worth $1,989,570.00. Which, granted, is higher than the average female, but still. Not even 2 mil? *sigh* How depressing.
I just took Rusty out for a while, and while I was walking around, I noticed my dad's orchard. Well, his small area that Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-47844572001-07-28T15:59:00.000-07:002001-07-28T15:59:14.873-07:00Hours Left: 20
What am I doing: Ironing the dress I'm wearing. Woo!
If Clothes Could Talk...
...my dress would be having a fit right about now. It would be saying, "Oh my god, I've been sitting, crumpled up, in the bottom of her closet for a year, and now she decides to get me out and wear me. And if that wasn't enough, she ironed me! I don't think she's ever ironed me!"
Okay, that's Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-47840592001-07-28T15:30:00.000-07:002001-07-28T15:30:09.950-07:00Three minutes left to post, and I've got nothin'.
Nothing, I tell you. Nothing.
My mind is this empty open space, with little dust mites in the corners.
I blame it all on Krisis (sorry!), because I'm spending too much time downloading and listening to his music.
And now it's time to post. And you know what I've got? Nothing.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-47837082001-07-28T15:02:00.000-07:002001-07-28T15:02:22.496-07:00Hours to go: 21
What am I doing: Surfing the other Blogger's sites.
So, I think it's about time for a (very short) story...
Once upon a time, there was a young woman who took walks every night. She would leave her house and walk over the bridge and into the city, where she would wander the streets and see what kind of shops she could find.
One night as she was walking, she came across a smallMelissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-47832612001-07-28T14:30:00.000-07:002001-07-28T14:30:24.460-07:00So I'm taping myself while I Blog today. Mostly because I'm also surfing around the 'net, and if I see something interesting that I might want to talk about later, I don't want to forget what it was. But also because I tend to talk to myself sometimes (oh, don't tell me that you don't! Liar.), and occasionally, I say interesting things. Want a copy of the tape? Go and sign up to Sponsor Me, Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-47829522001-07-28T14:06:00.000-07:002001-07-28T14:06:20.790-07:00*sigh* Jocelyn is only 33% gay. But she's the coolest of the cool for emailing me to let me know.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-47828522001-07-28T14:00:00.000-07:002001-07-28T14:00:16.270-07:00Hours to go: 22
What am I doing: Listening to music, gathering up the courage and motivation to delve into my bag. It's a mess.
Aah, bless my sister for downloading WinAmp when she came home from college this summer. Now I can listen to Krisis' music. I'm all happy.
I was kind of unmotivated for this post. I think it's just because the first few hours are going to be kind of boring. I'll Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-47824252001-07-28T13:30:00.000-07:002001-07-28T13:30:44.576-07:00Heh. I just took The Gay Test. According to that, I'm 41% gay. Go take it, then email me and let me know how you did.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-47820412001-07-28T13:00:00.000-07:002001-07-28T13:00:07.980-07:00Hours to go: 23
What am I doing: Eating pizza, moving furniture around to make myself more comfortable.
So right now, I'm living out of a bag in my mom's computer room. Mom's not here, she's on vacation with my dad, and my sister was just leaving for the grocery store as I pulled in. She promised to bring me back fruit and caffinated soda. The people I know are being very supportive of me Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-47815742001-07-28T12:29:00.000-07:002001-07-28T12:29:58.493-07:00Wow. It's that time again. See how time flies when you're having fun? Yeah, me too. So I just want to mention my sponsors, who are absolutely wonderful. We've got my mom, who I'll write more about later, I promise. She's not reading today (which is probably for the best, since even *I* don't know what I'm going to be writing about, and I don't want to say that my mom's a little conservativeMelissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-47810942001-07-28T12:00:00.000-07:002001-07-28T12:00:11.113-07:00It's time! As I type, 109 different people around the world are doing the same thing. All in the name of fun and charity. I think that's amazing. Bear with me for the first few hours, noon is early for me on a Saturday. :) Besides that, I've already been up and going for a few hours now. Seen a few friends, went to the health club. *Yawn* It's really time for a nap, but I can't do that Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-47738102001-07-27T21:59:00.000-07:002001-07-27T21:59:50.130-07:00Well, I couldn't help myself, I had to post again. 14 hours to go! I'm gonna go to bed now.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-47665212001-07-27T13:12:00.000-07:002001-07-27T13:12:10.413-07:0022 hours, 52 minutes left until the Blogathon. My site is set up, the webring is up at the top of the page so you can read all the crazy stuff that will happen. I got up early today so that I could sleep well tonight and be rested enough to go the full 24-hours.
Actually, I got up early today because I had a job interview. I think it went well, but I don't want to jinx it. I should know Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-47515742001-07-26T18:36:00.000-07:002001-07-26T18:36:26.043-07:00The last 24-hours, I've been reading Bruce Campbell's new book, If Chins Could Kill - Confessions of a B Movie Actor. It's definitely the best movie-star written Hollywood confessional book I've ever read. Just thought I would share that.
And now for Blogathon news! (I know y'all are just on the edge of your seats, dying to know what's going on.) Just two days left! I'm very excited. I Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-46777162001-07-22T21:10:00.000-07:002001-07-22T21:10:20.366-07:00Follow me or perish, sweater-monkeys.
Give me Spirit Fingers!Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-46652582001-07-22T00:11:00.000-07:002001-07-22T00:11:09.650-07:00The time is drawing near. And I'm still looking for sponsors. Head on over to the Blogathon home page for details. (See how I've linked there twice already? That's desperation, that is.) Or, if you don't want to sponsor, stay up with me for a while, keep me company. You'll get a nice little mention, plus, I'm willing to take dares, challenges, totally personal questions, anything that will Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-46450952001-07-20T14:32:00.000-07:002001-07-20T14:32:22.223-07:00Well, I've finally gotten around to watching Star Wars: Episode One again. It's been a loooong time since I've seen it, and I'd forgotten how much I love Ewan McGregor. He reminds me of one of my ex-boyfriends. Which isn't really a bad thing, in this case. Right now I'm to the part with the battle between Qui Gon, Obi-Wan, and Darth Maul. This is one of my favorite parts, so I'll be a littleMelissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-46349522001-07-20T01:09:00.000-07:002001-07-20T01:09:49.860-07:00Aah, blessed email is back. Didn't really have anything interesting to read, but it was a load off to know there wasn't an urgent message waiting for me.
Warning: Spoilers for Unbreakable and The Sixth Sense below. If you don't want to know, don't read 'em.
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The movie is getting better. There's a lot of stuff about comic books and Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-46340462001-07-19T23:35:00.000-07:002001-07-19T23:35:24.253-07:00Well, I changed my mind. Instead of watching Runaway Bride, I decided to watch Unbreakable. I figured I rented it this week, and it's due tomorrow, so I should probably watch it before I have to return it. So far it's okay...I'm about half an hour into it. I'm not crazy about it yet, but I came into it kind of skeptically. I rented it because there wasn't much else in the store that I wantedMelissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-46327242001-07-19T21:57:00.000-07:002001-07-19T21:57:37.890-07:00Time for another movie. And since my best friend is getting married on Saturday, and I just came home from the rehearsal dinner, I think I'll watch Runaway Bride. Not that I think Rhonda is going to run, but because I love that movie, and I'm in a Julia Roberts type of mood today.
I'm a little frustrated right now because I can't get into Hotmail. But MSN Messanger is working...I can see thatMelissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-46249312001-07-19T13:00:00.000-07:002001-07-19T13:00:24.066-07:00Aah. Much better. The floor was starting to bother me. But now it's clean. And there's no cobwebs.
Have y'all ever heard Ronan Keating? My sister gave me a song by him that's on the Notting Hill soundtrack. It's really a beautiful song. "When You Say Nothing At All." I'm listening to it right now, and I just love it. Makes me want to watch Notting Hill. Which I could do, if I wanted toMelissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-46244312001-07-19T12:33:00.000-07:002001-07-19T12:33:08.770-07:00*Sigh* I'm bored. There's probably several things I could be doing right now, but I don't want to do any of them. I would go somewhere, to the park maybe, but I have laundry in the dryer and if I don't take it out right after it's done, someone will come by and take it out and leave it on top of the dryer, where it will fall off while their clothes are drying, and then I'll have dirty clothes Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-46155982001-07-19T00:28:00.000-07:002001-07-19T00:28:43.256-07:00The last interview went fine. Well, no, fine sounds like it didn't go fine, but that I'm just saying that to get y'all off my back. It did go well...the lawyer was very impressed with my typing skills, which, I must say, are quite impressive.
So, I have to admit something. I got this really cool email from Crush Master that said someone has a crush on me. I think that rocks. Only I don't Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-46058072001-07-18T13:15:00.000-07:002001-07-18T13:15:33.896-07:00Two interviews down, one to go. I actually was interested in the second one this morning. It was a legal secretary position for a small law firm, and it seemed like a good place to work. I'll keep y'all updated.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-45947572001-07-17T22:33:00.000-07:002001-07-17T22:33:09.310-07:00Decided to blog during The Real World, so y'all would know what's going on. If you don't want spoilers, stop reading now.
Lori and Kevin. Rachel and Mike. Nicole and Malik. Coral can go screw herself (heh...sense my aggrivation with her?). Right now, Rachel's 18, and pouting because everyone else is out at a club that she can't get into because she's too young. She's cute though, I like Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-45942772001-07-17T22:02:00.000-07:002001-07-17T22:02:08.210-07:00Okay, I could swear that I've blogged since June. But I guess not. Oh well, I'm back now. Tomorrow I have three interviews. I hate interviews...I'm never quite sure what to say. I mean, I know how to answer the tough questions. My worst quality? Perfectionist. Reason I left my last job? Not enough work. I'm fine with those. I just get stumped when they ask me if I have any questions. Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-41962672001-06-22T13:19:00.000-07:002001-06-22T13:19:23.150-07:00Okay, it's Friday, and I'm feeling much more awake now than I was yesterday at this time. Mostly because yesterday at this time I was sleeping. And I realize now that I forgot to thank Bri for keeping me company for a total of about 6 hours yesterday. Without her, I would have given up around 2:00 am and gone to bed. So thank you, Bri, and good luck with your plan for Eugene today.
I just Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-41774782001-06-21T12:00:00.000-07:002001-06-21T12:00:17.890-07:00Hours Left: NONE!!! I'm done!! I can go to bed!!
What am I wearing: tshirt
What am I watching: Wings
Have I eaten lately: Nope.
This was fun. Really, I enjoyed it. We should do it again sometime...oh, wait, we are! Tune in July 28-29 from noon to noon for another fun-filled 24 hours!
So, since this is my last Blog for at least a few hours while I get some sleep, I figured I should tell youMelissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-41769782001-06-21T11:26:00.000-07:002001-06-21T11:26:01.910-07:00Bri's back! She slept for a while, then came back to keep me company. Which is good, 'cause I really was about to fall asleep. Now I'm talking to her, and shouting out the answers for Family Feud...I used to totally love that show. Now Louie Anderson is the host. It's disturbing. But I still rock at getting the right answers.
Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-41765872001-06-21T11:01:00.000-07:002001-06-21T11:01:07.883-07:00Hours Left: One. Hallelujah!
What am I wearing: Who the hell cares?
What am I watching: Who's Line Is It Anyway?
Food lately: Had another mushy apple. Remind me not to buy those anymore. Big waste of money.
Oh! Hey, lookit that, it's time to update again. I'm sitting here, trying not to fall asleep as I'm watching tv. I would make some coffee, but I don't want to get hyped up on caffiene Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-41761062001-06-21T10:31:00.000-07:002001-06-21T10:31:20.770-07:00This is really interesting. I'm watching them make banana cream pie on the Food Network. They do all this fancy stuff, like making the custard and making the whip cream from scratch. Pshaw. I use banana pudding and Cool Whip, and it looks exactly the same. And tastes really good. In fact, a banana cream pie sounds pretty darn good right now. Maybe I'll make one when I'm more awake. I Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-41756512001-06-21T10:00:00.000-07:002001-06-21T10:00:59.110-07:00Hours Left: Two
What am I wearing: Pink taffeta. No, seriously, same as before.
What am I watching: Blue's Clues
Last thing I ate: No breakfast for me yet.
Whoa. This lack of sleep thing is making me a little paranoid. Heh. I could have sworn I just heard a bee here inside my living room. And I'm sure you all remember my abiphobia. But I figured it out...it was a speedboat out on the riverMelissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-41751252001-06-21T09:27:00.000-07:002001-06-21T09:27:10.336-07:00My sister informed me last week that I was weird (yeah, duh) because (like I need a reason...I can be weird just for the hell of it, y'know) when I wake up early enough, I watch Blue's Clues. Yeah, that's my embarrassing confession for the day. But really, I think Steve's pretty funny. In a really really goofy sort of way.
Oh! Happy first day of Summer!! I'm off to go find something fun to Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-41746992001-06-21T08:58:00.000-07:002001-06-21T08:58:33.006-07:00Hours Left: Three.
What am I wearing: Same as before. I probably won't change before this is over, unless it gets really hot again.
What am I watching: Lois & Clark: The Further Adventures of Superman
Last thing I ate: Do you really even care?
I used to love this show. It's still pretty amusing. My dad was wondering the other day what Dean Cain is doing these days. I think he's been in a fewMelissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-41742322001-06-21T08:28:00.000-07:002001-06-21T08:28:45.566-07:00Boy howdy, that time's just a flyin' by now. Whoa, I think I just channelled a cowboy or somethin'. Freaky. And I never realized my apartment got so much sun in the mornings. It's seriously bright in here.
So is anybody out there right about now? 'Cause I could really use an email. I need to feel the love.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-41737792001-06-21T07:58:00.000-07:002001-06-21T07:58:20.453-07:00Hours Left: Four. Yeah, baby!
What am I wearing: I'll put on slippers just for you.
What am I watching: Talk Soup
Last thing I ate:Nothin'.
Ack! We're down to the last four hours. This is very exciting. Well, okay, it's kind of exciting. Actually, not really all that exciting at all. But I'm here. Which is all that matters, damnit.
Oh, I was going to tell you why I like Train. Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-41733152001-06-21T07:29:00.000-07:002001-06-21T07:29:52.420-07:00Did you guys know that The Rock's first name is really Dwayne? I was not aware of that factoid. I guess I always just figured it was "The". Which, honestly, doesn't make much sense. Had I really been interested in The Rock, I probably would have wondered what his real name was. As it is, I found out while flipping through the channels. Early morning television sucks. The only thing I'm Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-41729022001-06-21T06:59:00.000-07:002001-06-21T06:59:17.103-07:00Hours Left: Five!
What am I wearing: Same sweats and tshirt
What am I watching: Nothing
Last thing I ate: Finished off the chips.
And now it's time to reveal Melissa's Celebrity Crush of the Moment: Adam Garcia. The Australian cutie from Coyote Ugly. Wait, did you just ask why? Why? I have to have a reason to have a Celebrity Crush of the Moment? Geez, tough room. Okay, but I do have a Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-41725692001-06-21T06:30:00.000-07:002001-06-21T06:30:00.113-07:00Y'know, there's a lot of birds around here. I'm surprised I can sleep through 'em every morning. But I usually have no problem sleeping through the morning. In fact, I'm quite good at it. I think that's one of my talents...sleeping in. And oh, I wanted to tell y'all...I ran out of toilet paper! It's a disaster! Well, not really, I suppose I could just run over to the grocery store and pickMelissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-41722112001-06-21T05:58:00.000-07:002001-06-21T05:58:17.170-07:00Hours Left: Six!
What am I wearing: Purple sweat pants and a grey tshirt from the Crab Races in Garibaldi
What am I watching: The sun rise over the river
Last thing I ate: Oh, who really cares.
Hi! I'm still awake, and there's only six more hours to go! I might actually make it. You know, this whole thing sounded a lot easier than it actually is. But that's cool. It's a challenge.
So I Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-41719152001-06-21T05:30:00.000-07:002001-06-21T05:30:17.170-07:00Ack! I got all caught up with another website, and watching the sunrise and now it's 5:27 and I have nothing written for the 5:30 update! Nothing! Oh well, y'all will manage to get by until 6:00, right? Good, 'cause I'm right in the middle of a pretty good story. Don't you fret, I'll be back in another half hour. My little alarm clock is set. I can't believe it's 5:30, and I'm still up. IMelissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-41716332001-06-21T04:59:00.000-07:002001-06-21T04:59:29.620-07:00Hours Left: 7
What am I wearing: Black silk nighty
What am I watching: Nothing. All lights are turned off at Casa Del Melissa.
Last thing I ate: Was hours ago. Who knows anymore.
It just amazes me that as I type this, watching the sun rise, that my friends on the opposite side of the country are on their ways to work. There's still a star in the sky...I'm assuming it's Mars, since that's Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-41713522001-06-21T04:26:00.000-07:002001-06-21T04:26:48.893-07:00So I'm thinking those energy drinks kind of live up to their name. Either that or I just got a second wind. Because I'm not quite so tired anymore. Bri had to leave me, though. *sigh* Miss you, Bri! But her parents were getting up, and she didn't want to get in trouble for being on the computer until 5:00 in the morning. She did manage to keep me company for five hours though. Five rather Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-41711452001-06-21T03:58:00.000-07:002001-06-21T03:58:15.376-07:00Hours Left: 8. Just a work-shift away.
What am I wearing: Same black nightgown.
What am I watching: Still nothing, talking to Bri, who's awesome for staying up so late with me!
Last thing I ate: Dunno, but I'm having my first energy drink of the night.
So what is it with what seems like every guy's fascination with skinny girls? I'm just wondering. Well, truthfully, I'm guessing that all of Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-41709532001-06-21T03:30:00.000-07:002001-06-21T03:30:06.093-07:003:14 am: Desperately Seeking Topic.
3:15 am: Wanna hear about...no, you probably don't. Hell, *I* don't even want to hear about it.
3:20 am: Must nap...so...very...tired...
3:24 am: And yet I'm still awake.
3:25 am: Why am I doing this again?
3:28 am: Running out of time on this one. Just gonna post it.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-41707712001-06-21T02:59:00.000-07:002001-06-21T02:59:49.310-07:00Hours Left: 9. Or whenever I fall asleep.
What am I wearing: A black silk nightgown
What am I watching: Nothing. I got tired of TV and movies. Bri's waaay more entertaining.
Last thing I ate: Half a doughnut. The best part was the chocolate frosting...everything else sucked.
I have a head cheerleader! Bri has informed me that she's my head cheerleader. I'm a little overly excited about Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-41705932001-06-21T02:32:00.000-07:002001-06-21T02:32:42.246-07:00I promised a run-down of Bri and I's discussion, and I'm here to follow-up on that. We're discussing men, and, as I'm hoping there are a few of you out there brave enough to read all the way through this, I'll pose a question to you. It doesn't need to be answered (although I know I for one would appreciate it), just something for you to think about. Why is it that when a guy *thinks* a girl Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-41703832001-06-21T01:58:00.000-07:002001-06-21T01:58:43.130-07:00Hours Left: 10
What am I wearing: Okay, I might have to just skip this question, since I haven't changed my clothes in several hours.
What am I watching: Sports Night
Last thing I ate: I don't know.
I would write more, but Bri and I are discussing our love lives. Things are being talked about that I will report on at 2:30. Promise.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-41701932001-06-21T01:29:00.000-07:002001-06-21T01:29:12.876-07:00This movie just rocks. Seth Green is the best...god I miss him being on Buffy.
Dr Evil: As you know, every diabolical scheme that I have hatched has been thwarted by Austin Powers. And why is that, ladies and gentlemen?
Scott Evil: 'Cause you never kill him when you get the chance to, and you're a big dope?
Heh. And then Frau has to squirt Mini Me with the water bottle. Comedy genius, Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-41699722001-06-21T00:58:00.000-07:002001-06-21T00:58:30.780-07:00Hours Left: 11
What am I wearing: Same ol', same ol'.
What am I watching: Austin Powers, The Spy Who Shagged Me
Last thing I ate: Peanut Butter Chocolate ice cream...mmmm...
Next up on my list of movies to watch is apparently The Mighty Ducks.
Okay, I swear I had something to say, but sometime in the last fifteen minutes, I forgot what it was.
Oh!!! I remembered. I can tell I'm getting a Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-41697252001-06-21T00:30:00.000-07:002001-06-21T00:30:00.636-07:00Y'know, this Blogging thing is much more entertaining when I'm talking to people while I do it. Hey Bri, hey Jess!
Heh, I just love Miracle Max. And Valerie! God, this is just the best movie ever. Bri, go rent it. Or buy it.
"True love is the greatest thing in the world...except for a nice MLT...mutton, lettuce and tomato sandwich, where the mutton is nice and lean, and the tomato is Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-41694692001-06-20T23:59:00.000-07:002001-06-20T23:59:44.633-07:00Hours Left: 12. Half way there!!!!!!!
What am I wearing: Same ol' gray tshirt
What am I watching: The best movie in the world. And if you don't know that's The Princess Bride, I'm amazed.
Last thing I ate: Herb and olive oil potato chips
Okay, Bri just had the funniest quote...decided to share it with y'all...
"I've learned that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is stalk them Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-41692252001-06-20T23:33:00.000-07:002001-06-20T23:33:03.023-07:00"This is true love...do you think it happens every day?" Sigh. I need a Westley. Anyone wanna volunteer?
Yes, that's right, it's time for Melissa's Dating Game. *cue cheesy music*
So I'm lookin' for a guy. A True Love would be nice, but I'm not picky. All he really has to do is make me laugh. See how picky I'm *not*? And yet, still single. Go figure. Inconceivable!
You'd think there Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026184.post-41688822001-06-20T22:59:00.000-07:002001-06-20T22:59:55.486-07:00Hours Left: 13
What am I wearing: Grey tshirt
What am I watching: Prime Time Glick
Last thing I ate: Back to the water.
Aah! It's the singing belly button commercial again! I notice that none of these people have outies. Isn't that kind of bellybuttonist of these people?
Okay, I've got to get up and take a walk or something...my knee is starting to hurt from sitting in this chair for so Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145972156128344194noreply@blogger.com