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(H)ome (C)log (C)log (A)rchive (I)ndex January 25th So anyway, I've not been on my laptop in a bit. Turns out the monitor didn't burn out, as initially thought. But I'm giving it a break anyway. It's tough not recording anything, though. Really tough. I've written another song, and with this song it comes to my attention that I might be making a second album shortly after the current one. A much simpler one, with not a lot of bells and whistles. Anyway, I've been playing a game on my ds called Magical Starsign. I named the characters after members of the buffet, although not all of them, and based on who they act or look like. I had to start as the girl instead of the boy because the boy has scary abs. Check out the link. You'll know who cracka is, knifin is fire, kyoko is wind, I'm the main girl(guy = scary abs D:), kelp is the salamander, and the water girl is just Minay, an old name I used a lot a while back because there are no other girls. Ever. <3, clouds | January 16th [clouds] we need to all put our heads together and think of something online that will get us rich quixk (23:53) [Christina MacKenzie] i agree (23:53) [Christina MacKenzie] selling diabetes? [clouds] hej [clouds] selling aids (23:56) [Christina MacKenzie] we'd have to invest in an aidsmobile first [clouds] hmm [clouds] the pope probably has one [clouds] we just have to infiltrate vatican city [clouds] grand theft auto: vatican city stories | December 24th Merry Christmas (Eve) everyone! Today and tomorrow I have one long Christmas, followed by a week long vacation in Gatlingunburg, Tennessee. Or something. Right now I'm a bit bummed out that I forgot to go buy my dad the rake he wanted. But I might be able to get it tomorrow? Maybe? That's one of the things you probably shouldn't forget. Probably. Anyway... Story of my life. | December 17th In 2008, Bob Dylan will immerse himself in liquid silver, immortalizing himself and taking on the new persona of "Silver Metal Lover." 
| December 4th Okay, so flash back to five days ago. Christmas is officially here: The tree is here. The monstrous, 12 foot tree of death that we got for an amazing deal even though our ceiling is only 10 feet. yay trimming. Anyway. Flash forward to that nite, when the family is decorating the tree with our normal flair. Flare. Mission accomplished, and only one lamp was burnt out in the process. Flash forward to the changing of that lamp. My stepdad, on a ladder. Three lightbulbs close at hand. My mom, playing spider solitaire at the desk. Me... eating? Maybe. Suddenly, the tree, of its own volition decides that the Christmas holidays are too stressful, and with a jingling and a sleigh bells ringling it fell, grazing the side of the ladder with its monstrous limbs, landing next to my mom. My sisters are panicing. panicking. picnicing. Everyone is gasps and wide eyes. Damage. Carnage. Glass. Gasp. Short story short, my stepdad's prized ornament collection is probably cut 200$ strong. Not that a ton of ornaments broke. But three fairly expensive ones did. My stepdad took it all very well. My sisters wouldn't get in bed, and my mom got to sweeping while we took measures to ensure that the tree would not attempt anymore bright ideas. The next day another ornament had leaped off the tree, but I think after we lit the fireplace and burnt a couple branches, the tree knew its place. But we will always know November 30th, 2006, as the Great Christmas Tree Disaster. | November 26th TUMMY): | |
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