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Phone-Pas
December 3, 2002
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Wow. I be *back*, yo, and you all better be ready for me. Well, if you need to grab a pop or hit the bathroom first, that's cool. Just kinda be, you know, *sort of* ready for me. I'm okay with that.
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I know. I'm terrible. But we're moving up in the ranks, and the very idea of that makes Blue all Mad With Power. Yay for being Mad With Power! Wheeee! Come on, join a winner: Vote for Blue. ::wink::
SO! Stuff. Yeah, lots of stuff. Got in Monday morning at 6 AM - after leaving Arizona at 10:35 *PM* and having to deal with a 2+ hour layover in the Ninth Circle of Hell, a.k.a. the Las Vegas Airport - which was decidedly Not Cool. However, my Turkey Day and associated Breakness was MUCH cool, with happiness and fun and the whatnot. Had a whoooooooooole bunch of family come down for my brother's wedding (which was *fantastic*, by the way... not many people can say they picked up a new sibling over their Thanksgiving break, let alone the ENTIRE FAMILY associated with that sibling) and lots of hanging out, parties, and funness. Wish I'd had more time to hang out with my friends - I even missed seeing one or two, which truly SUXX0RS, but hey, I got the Winter break coming up, so yay - but it was great seeing a bunch of people on Sunday and the whatnot. And of COURSE it was wonderful spending time with my beloved Web Guy Josiah. ::smile:: Le sigh, with the happiness and the giddiness and the hey-hey. We even got a wedding date and location nailed down, which is happy and good. SO IN SHORT: A Good Time Was Had By All. Which is very much cool.
Ah, lest I forget: you all should check out a fine new webcomic by the name of Ctrl+Alt+Del. I promise you it won't restart your computer. It *will*, however, make you laugh. But you know, that's a GOOD thing. ::grin::
Arrrrgh. Finals season. Time to get started on all those projects, studying for the bloody GREs and all that. Worry not, I'll continue to get you the comic goodness you so crave, but if the rants are a wee bit short now and then, I pray you'll forgive me, and not like, you know, kill me in my sleep. Don't think I'd like that, really.
Thirteen days until I'm 22 years of age. Whoa and stuff. And less than 6 months until I get married. SUPER whoa and stuff.
Anyhow. I should get my tired ass moving onto all the "being responsible" that I've got to get to, but take care, you crazy peeps, and stuff n' stuff.
She Sees You When You're Sleeping (eek!),
Annie "Blue" VM
I said don't let your future be destroyed by my past
She said don't let my door hit your ass
- Blink 182
"Don't Leave Me"
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