The Gospel According to The Evil Princess

A Tale of Adventure

Thu, 17 Jun 2004 23:30:15 GMT

Be a dear and let me tell you about my adventurous ride home from work today.

When My Mom and I got out of work and to the car it was pouring. It was coming down in sheets and with quite a furry. So we got to the corner outside the parking lot and it was flooded. The water reached up to the curb. We got off that road due to an accident blocking traffic. As we went further things got worse and worse.

A main road we were going to take to get us to the supermarket was flooded to a point where it was shut down by the police. So we took a side street that was completely flooded. The water went up over the curb and on to the side walk. Since we were just off a main road we couldn’t turn around and we couldn’t go back that way because it was blocked off. So we went through this water all the time I’m thinking the car is going to die and I am going to have a panic attack.

We got to another major road out of the water and to a light, a light that was not working. So here we were trying to make a left hand turn because taking a right will bring us at the road block by the police. We must have sat behind this one red car for five minuets while they tried to make the turn. Thankfully we were able to go behind them and not have to wait for another opening.

And for a while we were making some progress. Then we got to a few more flooded corners and had to do some creative navigation through back streets. Some of these were clear, a couple were a bit soggy with about an inch or two of standing water, not too terrible. When we got to the church along the stretch of road we usually take home there was a flooded patch. As we were going through there was another car coming in the opposite direction. When he went by us going a little too fast in my opinion our wind shield was douched with water, out of all the things in that trip that got to me the most. We were unable to see for a few seconds.

The rest of the way home was uneventful. I was ready to start crying when we got back to the house I was so tense. When we walked in I told my father that a valium would be nice. We didn’t have any valium. I didn’t think we did.

bad moods are contagious.

Thu, 17 Jun 2004 00:01:30 GMT

I dislike my job. I really do but everyone does so why sould I be diffrent? Life is misery. When you realize that you know you are a grown up. Fuck.

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an open letter to a certian someone....

Tue, 15 Jun 2004 23:42:53 GMT

You snide bitch. I hope you find out what a total loser you are and hang yourself with your grunge grey bra that is always fucking showing. You self important penis wrinkel.

You aren't funny.
You aren't cute.
You are 36 and still live at home with your parents and yes, you do look your age.
When you smoke it smells like you have literaly been chewing on shit and your teeth look as if you have been too. You will never get married cause you are too fucking eger to. Just fucking stop

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A bunch of stuff.

Tue, 15 Jun 2004 00:09:09 GMT

First of all I am very annoyed at the state of the main computer in the house. It's current state of being backed up wich takes for fucking ever. This is a process that can be started on ones lunch hour to be conciderate of the other people who use the computer mainly me. So now I am on the other one which Imight add is slow as shit and I know that complaining about one slow computer while others have so much less than me is pointless thus making me feel like a bigger piece of shit.

I had a horrible dream last night where I was stuck in a 28 days later-esque zombie movie. There is a point in time in almost every zombie movie that follows the genere's perdictable formula where the main characters realize that everyone they know and care about is probably dead and more likley than not they will die to. At this point in the dream being stuck in a store of some sort I decided to go for the "Whatever" mind state and proceded to beat the shit out of a zombie with a giutar. As well all no Zombies can not be killed with a guitar.

This whole thing left me thinking at 6:20 this morning about what I would do in such scurmstances where my life became a zombie movie. I being the kind of person I am after realizing that my family and friends were all dead would walk down to the drug store that is about a block away (cause there is always a scene where the main characters wonder down empty strrets wondering where the fuck everyone went)hopefuly with out incountering any zombies as I am presintly very ill prepared for a zombie attack. Once ariving at the drug store I would go back into the pharmacy section and sit there popping an eniter bottle of valium washing them down with liquid codine until I fell into a sleep I would never wake up from, except if there were a planed sequal and I would some how be saved.

It is things like this that run through my head that prove to me that i am serriously unhinged. though crazy people aren't supposed to know they are crazy. I also thought last night as I was drifting off to sleep, that is Jewish cemitaries will not let you be burried there if you have a tatto do they make exceptions for those who surrvied the holocaust and have the numbers tattooed on their arms?

Also Aim does not work on this computer. Not even Aim express will allow me to make contact with the outside world. So, Sorry Gina that i didn't get to play tonight.

Punk is the new Prep.

Sun, 13 Jun 2004 20:33:31 GMT

Yeah I'm in a weird mood where I am going to rip apart random things. Including myself.

One, there is absolutly nothing rebelious by shopoing at Hot Topic dying your hair eight diffrent colours and listening to Good Charlot. Yeah I'm a bitch. All it creates is more eliteism and crap that was what people were supposedly trying to get a way from. The smae poeple who own the gap own hot topic. Besides, I buy t shirts there. So I'm not innocent either.

I am hating three groups I find on the internet. '

1. People obsessed with Harry Potter
2. People obsessed with Lord of The Rings
3. People obsessed with Pirates of The Carabian.

When people just post rendom pictures of the actors and their characters as an entire post with out anything else I find sad and disturbing and a sign of the end times.

Personaly I'm obsessed with Marilyn Manson. I should be smacked with a shovel.

Also who ever said Pink was the new black should be shot. Pink and black can live side by side in the world together in harmony.

I also hate whiny emo bands and whiny emo kids. And Vegans I really don't like Vegans. Or people with tribal arm band tattoos.

Yeah I think I have said my peace for today. I'm through.

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Fri, 11 Jun 2004 20:04:16 GMT

I have these bumps growing on the back of my tongue that are scarping against the back of my throat and making it sore. When I go ot ht edentist tomarrow I am going to ask if he knows what in the hell they are.

I'm expecting people over later but with these particular people you never know.

Also, nothing makes you feel scuzzier than owning uses porn. I heard that osme where and thought it was really funny.

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A day at the fair.

Sat, 05 Jun 2004 23:03:46 GMT

I went to the fair and didn't see any of the people I expected to see. I guess it was becuase it was rainy and cold. Oh well there is always next year. I did get to try one of those crab cake things I wanted to. It was really sweet. Almost like a sugar frosted fish stick. I didn't like it much.

I did Find a Davon at the fair which is always fun. I also saw Aldin and I swear I could not recognize him. He looks so diffrent. So much older. To think I have known the guy since pre k.

I had a few other gut bombers like a cheese steak and some zepolies. A zepolie is good if you have one or two but once you get half way through the third one you tend to want to hurl. I was tempted to go on some of the rides but decided against it. I was kinda full and didn't want to spew.

I have noticed the carnival/fair atmosphere has given rise to the Gigantic chair photo tent. It is where you can get you picture taken on a redicously large chair for five dollar. The only question that raises is why.

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So tired

Sat, 05 Jun 2004 01:23:15 GMT

I never thought when I took this job that there would be so much damn activity. I'm a fat girl and my poor inactive body can't take it. I probably should get up and down and move more often but I don't. It's just too painful sometimes.

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It burns, it burns.

Sat, 05 Jun 2004 01:01:59 GMT

Xaos: *calmly walks up and looks at the burning row of file cabinets* Why are the files on fire?
Regina: *standing in front of them with her arms crossed pouting* I moved all the files over one drawer and some how they all came horribly out of order to I set them on fire.
Xaos: *nods and using his power, puts out the flames and restores the files to their original condition* I think you should get Matthew to help you put them in order again. *walks off*

Telephone Bingo

Thu, 03 Jun 2004 21:31:56 GMT

There have been several times over the past week and odd days I've been working when I think of something I feel is particularly witty in the course of the day. More often than not I forget these comments and thus they are lost forever, unless they cross my mind again. Today I remembered to write one down. It was after a woman who apparently had been getting the run around got my office when I was watching the phone. Here is what I wrote.

“A woman called the office today looking for home aid for seniors.
When I told her that was not our department she got pissed. Telling
Me she was fed up with the run around and how it was disgusting.
She told me her 85 year old mother had Alzheimer and hadn’t had
a bath in five weeks. I was all sweetness and light of course. I
really wanted to tell her, for no other reason than that she was so
rude was: A. Than taker her outside and
hose her down. It’s a warm
enough day.

B. After that shoot her in the head.
You will be doing her a favor and
Besides, she’ll forget about it.

Self control is a virtue, the only virtue I have”

Yeah, I don’t think I really need to say anything else after that.

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Tuesdays.

Tue, 01 Jun 2004 21:34:44 GMT

I kept thinking today was monday but ti wasn't. I got a bout five hours of sleep and that makes me an unhappy camper. The fat girl that I am is most excited over getting chinese food for dinner.

Davon stoped by late last night. He foregot I work in the mornings but he only stayed to 10:45.

I cut my finger on a staple at work today. That wasn't kosher. I also saw someone with their lips all burned from a crack pipe. Intresting things cross my path.

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Semantics

Sat, 29 May 2004 22:27:46 GMT

My name is not John or Jon or however that is spelled. My name is Jean, but not as in the jeans you ware. It’s like Sean but with a “j” at the front of it instead of the “S”. It’s French; it’s supposed to sound like that. Trust me. I answer to Jean Luc, Jean or Luc. I do not answer to Jeanie. I don’t grant wishes, I don’t wear a turban or live in a lamp. I have never even seen Aladdin. I try very hard to call people by their correct names which can be difficult with the accent. Don’t insult me or my grandfather after whom I am named to call me by anything else.

Yeah, stolen from Gina, I have no shame.

Sat, 29 May 2004 21:04:12 GMT

"Post a memory of me as a comment in this entry. It can be anything you want. Then, of course, post this to your journal and see what people remember of you."

So go ahead, you guys, what memories do you have of me? It'll be interesting to see the results.

ho hum

Sat, 29 May 2004 21:01:46 GMT

I got to sleep today for the first itme in a week and it was good. sleeping late is the goodness that makes life worth living. Well, sleep and cheesecake make life worht living. I also survived the srival of my grades. I worry too much.

Since my mother's office was getting out at three I asked my boss if I could leave then seeing as my mother is my way home. She let me. As a seasonal I cna pretty much do that. I just won't get paid for the hour and a half that I missed. Oh well, I'll cry over that later.

tiering

Thu, 27 May 2004 21:45:07 GMT

They don't call it the daily grind for nothing. I find that I am getting more and more used to this. SOmetimes that scares me. I also come up with the best obsevartions while I'm doing it but I never remember to write them down so I remember them.

Jean Luc has given me some fule for a drabble of some sort. I don't even know what a drabble is. I fugire it's short what ever it is. He gives me alot of ideas. Sometimes it feels like he is haunting me. Does that make me crazy?

Fisrt

Mon, 24 May 2004 21:29:47 GMT

So today was my first day at my first job and it wasn't half bad. It wasn't half goog either. I think it is going to be difficult for me to grasp the concept of going back day after day. The only time I've been in offices were one time deals cause I was visiting or helping my Dad.

I am still getting the feel of everything. there is one guy who I find particularly creepy but he has been nice so far. I over heard a conversation he was having on the phine becuase I was outside the door fileing all day. I just don't understand some of the things he was talking about and something tells me that's a good thing.

So right now I'm sore as fuck becasue fileing is not conducive to relaxed muscles. Answering the phones were not as bad as I expected them to be. I guess cause I don't know anyone who would call me there.

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Tue, 18 May 2004 03:37:27 GMT

I had a alot of fun today. running around the mall with my friends. Tomarrow I have a few calls to make.

I got a new nose ring and it was bigger than the hole so now it's all sore and stuff. It's a great ring though it is a hinge ring so there is no bead to use plyers ti fumble with. When I was in fith grade and I first wanted a nose ring, I wanted a ring. I got a scew becasue it's just they way they did it. But as soon as I could I put a ring in. though the bead made it hard to close. So I eventualy went back to the stud. I love it but I craved a ring and now I have one.

And I will nto foreget to repay the five dollars from Gina and the dollar from Krissy.

Freaky

Sat, 15 May 2004 17:46:00 GMT

I was in my parents room last night and they have a phone next to the bed. they are away so I was hanging out in there cuase their bed is really big and comfy. Well some lady called me at 2 am and kept calling for like fifteen mimuets. Now I am Afraid of the phone to begin with so I was pretty freaked out. Then this morningn there was a message on the machine at like four from this lady saying she wouldn't be at church. What the fuck?

I hope they get an extreamly itchy rash right on their butt.

Fri, 14 May 2004 21:52:54 GMT

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Shamelessness	76.2% Has yet to see self in mirror	79.4%
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Straightness	80.4% Just go fuck something, okay?	44.9%
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It wasn't supposed to......

Fri, 14 May 2004 01:24:42 GMT

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this” Jean Luc thought as he emptied his guts into one of the toilets of the shared dorm bathroom. All it was, was a quick fix. All it was, was A little something to help him study. It wasn’t supposed to be a habit. It wasn’t supposed to eat up his life like it had. He just needed to take the edge off. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
He was not supposed to be curled up in a ball on the cold tile floor while he shook and vomited from withdrawal. “God help me” he gasped out in-between the violent spasms that brought the horrid taste of bile. At this point Jean Luc doubted the existence of God, but so do most people when they are resting their head on the seat of a public toilet because they are too weak to hold it up.
Jean Luc had never been one for drugs. The other boys would sneak off to smoke pot but he never joined them. This was different though or at least he thought it was different. He trusted Eric. They had been friends since they both arrived at this school. Eric told him these pills were the secret to those late night study sessions Jean Luc always fell asleep in the middle of.
So he took them. He didn’t ask what they were. Hell, he didn’t even know what they were called and he still doesn’t know. All he knew was that Eric always seemed to have more. At first it worked. Jean Luc would be able to stay up and study and have more energy during the day. He learned quickly that if he took two he would be able to go two maybe three days with out sleep. If he took five he would be able to see things that were so amazing that words could not begin to describe half the concept. If he took six well, lets just say there were a lot of days and things he does not remember participating in.
Now, this is the funny part. Even though he is sitting on the floor drenched in sweat he is still clutching the bottle like it is his only link to salvation. Jean Luc wants to take another pill if for no other reason then to stop the pain. He won’t do it though. He can’t leave for the summer as an addict.
If Jean Luc could fool his parents into thinking nothing was wrong he would not be able to get it past Rene. She was always breathing down his neck just waiting for him to make a mistake and to then rub his nose in it. Rene would never let him live it down.
But Jean Luc’s family didn’t mean much to him. His main concern was George. How would he be able to face him if he were falling all over himself, or his hands were shaking, or well anything he just couldn’t do it. The whole world could crumble around him. He wouldn’t care. What really mattered was what George thought and if George thought. Jean Luc could not let word of this get back to George.
With his vision blurred Jean Luc opened the bottle of yellow and green pills and poured the last few into his hand. He stared at them for a moment wanting nothing more than to swallow them so he would stop shaking. When he opened his hand over the toilet he had to shake them off because the sweat form his hand caused them to stick to his palm. Some things are worth way too much to waist for a cheap thrill.

better I guess

Fri, 14 May 2004 00:32:16 GMT

I'm feeling better latley. I think it is my now regular taking of my meds that is causing it. Not doubt that I am still waiting for the shit to hit the fan but it is not as bad as it was.

My parents are going to be away for the weekend and I competely foregot. You think I would remember something like that. I guess not.So it's just going to be me and this all consuming box that I affectionatly call the puter. I lub my puter. I also understand how sad that last statement was and I think that might be a problem.

I got my physical for work today. I don't understand why I have to pee in a cup so many times. I am starting to think the reason is someone has a fetish I don't know about. I don't however want to be infored of what exactly that fetish is. Water Sports.......Uber gross.

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Sun, 09 May 2004 22:48:37 GMT

Jean Luc: *sits smoking a cigarette*
Sugar: *walks up and sprays him in the face witha fire extinguisher*
Jean Luc: Ack! *falls over*
Sugar No Smoking bitch!

Maybe

Sun, 09 May 2004 22:15:33 GMT

I have such a headache. It could be form crying most of the time for the past few days or it coukd be form the outragious allergies. I got a new video game Ham Ham Heartbreak for my gba. I love hamtaro. If my Math is correct (which it seldome is) my situatuion might not be as bleak as once suspeded. I hate me and I hate my life. Ick!.

Tension

Fri, 07 May 2004 17:49:10 GMT

Tension at this point, is a big part of my life. I was sitting in the club room this morning before Math class with Vin when he was playing this song that progressivly got faster and faster. I had to jump up and turn it off because it felt my head was going to explode. Well, maybe not my head more like my chest. And maybe it wasn't that song was progressivly speeding up but hsi crappy taste in music. Ick. Weazer licks the lint out of my dryer.

So Right now I am doing everything I can to keep form jumping out of my skin. Though a skinless me might be a bit cold, it would get everything all messy very quickly.

Sweet Merciful Crap

Thu, 06 May 2004 22:43:56 GMT

My Brother has come home for Mother's Day/ My mom's birthday. Shocked the hell out of me. He did ask me If I wanted to hear a secret but I told him no, apparently this was the scret I didn't want to know about. My Mom called and told me since he and my dad went to a ball game. I was a bout to puke. I am a hyper nervous person by natutre and therefor surporises don't always go over well. he's leaving on Sunday.

If the Good Lord had intended us to walk he would not ave invented Roller skates. I really Don't think I have to say anything else.