...and it's the first of THAT kind (Television, that is).

Songwriters John Flansburgh (L) and John Linnel pose with the Grammy Award they won for Best Song Written for a Motion Picture, Television or other Visual Media for 'Boss of Me' from 'Malcolm in the Middle' at the 44th annual Grammy Awards February 27, 2002 in Los Angeles. (Mike Blake/Reuters)


Yesterday the Grammys....

TODAY THE WORLD (muahahahahaha)

OK, maybe California to start with...

I just heard a few minutes ago that The Johns have won a Grammy!

Way to go guys!!!!

Wacky William says:

Errant Cop Gets Lost On Way to Station

PHILADELPHIA - Officer Margo Grady was on her way to deliver
a rape victim from a downtown hospital to a police station a
few miles away when her car disappeared into the Philadelphia
night. After a couple hours city police began a search for
the missing officer, even enlisting the help of a police
helicopter, but to no avail. It wasn't until seventy miles
later that Officer Grady flagged down a trooper in New Jersey
to ask for directions.

Well...they ARE only human...with power...gone to waste...

You can listen to Chuck's wife, Marian Jones, in an interview from BBC

I was watching TV and I flipped to CNN, when I read:

"Th-Th-Th-That's All: Chuck Jones: 1912-2002"

That made my heart skip with disbelief.
Chuck Jones died yesterday, only I found out a few minutes ago.


Chuck Jones
1912-2002

Well, let's see. I haven't written anything in over five days, yet I have this incredible urge to write something.

I have started many stories, but the sooner I begin to create, the sooner I simply forget I have ever even thought of an idea to write.

After watching some documentary on "The Lords of the Rings" I decided to download a few compositions from the soundtrack. It's very calming, I must say. Now, I have this great inspiration to draw. I haven't drawn in such a long time and I have grown down-hearted and anxious because of this. I just hope I am not cheating myself again.

I am a well known liar...but only to myself.

Mother threw a book at me from behind, a while ago.

Why?

Because the TV was on while I was on the Net.

My sister was watching it, but it just so happens that she was asleep.

I was listening to music and to get my attention...

Mother decided to try and give me a concusion.

I am starting to dislike her as a mother.

OK, that is the picture that I was talking about....

He is VERY cute and I DON'T care what you people say!!!!

This is his Yahoo! Profile

Haha, yeah...I am a DORK and FREAK! Proud of myself, indeed.

This dork is sooooooo cute!

Go to photos and then click on "dorky guys"

Too lazy? I will try to post the picture some other time.

::takes a clumsy bow::

I am filled with sorrow.

Maybe creativity will rush through me, once again.

Wacky William shows today:

Funny Prizes - Cool Prizes, Great Fun!

CHECK it out! It's funny, but true. ; )

Brian Regan

OK, NOW I CAN DIE!!!!

BUT ONLY after I see Brian Regan...

WHEN HE COMES TO ONTARIO AND IN THE BEST TIME OF THE YEAR...

FOUR DAYS AFTER MY BIRTHDAY!!!
(ok, it would have been better if he were to come ON my birthday, BUT BETTER LATE THAN NEVER!)

JESUS H. CHRIST!!!!! I ACTUALLY STOOD UP AND SCREAMED A SILENT SCREAM AT THE THOUGHT OF BRIAN COMING TO MY TOWN.

Ok, I have calmed down...
::sigh:: I just wish I knew someone who cared. I want to share my joy. Oh well.....BRIAN IS COMING SOON!

I have missed his shows two times already...but third time's a charm!

Biggest news since the creation of Lemonheads!!!

New Improv in Ontario

It's OFFICIAL and it is TRUE!!!!!!!!

Another Improv is opening in, no other than my hometown, Ontario! WOOO-FUCKIN'-HOOO!!!

I don't know what to say! Um, my aunt told me yesterday when we went to see "Return to Neverland" and I was filled with joy. Yes, I know...I went to see that movie...it was ok, short, but ok...brought back good toon memories.

WHO FUCKIN' CARES!!!!

My dreams have come true!
Finally...The Improv will only be 15 minutes away from home (driving).

I'd say, "I can die now..."
BUT IF I DID I WOULDN'T GET TO SEE ANY SHOWS!

So, now...
I am going to say, "I can stop moping around the house."

JOIN MY CLUB!

It's small, but it's the only one out there (that I know of).





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Another awesome fact by Wacky William:


GOOD NEWS... BAD NEWS
..The good news is that the average person spends three and
a half years of their life eating, 12 months talking, two weeks
kissing and will have sex 2,580 times.

..The bad news, according to researchers, is they will spend
six months on the toilet and grow nearly two meters of nasal
hair in that time.

I think my time is beyond average when it comes to eating and talking.
The sex part...out of the question.

Emode.com: The Wedding Date Predictor

This IS what I got:

YOU WILL BE MARRIED BY: Saturday, July 1, 2006

I'll see to it that it DOESN'T happen. Marriage is out of the question!

So, I AM a liar.

Don't worry, though. I lie only to myself...another good word for it is "denial."

Other than that...I found more good bands...check them out.

Dork.com

Red Cord

Dork rock is coming and it's gonna be awesome!

r u a dork? TAKE THIS QUIZ NOW!

This is what I got....

you're an official DORK

Ding ding ding! We have a winner! You're a dork. You knew that. You know a lot of random stuff actually...You probably know what a male duck is called, and no, it's not a duck. I bet you tell "I'm a big dork" stories on a fairly regular basis. You're a member of Alpha Beta Needa Data. But what makes you cool (in your own sort of way) anyway is that you take all of this with a sense of humor. You know full well there's nothing wrong with being a little strange; you wouldn't have it any other way. That's pretty respectable. Even if your socks don't really match, if you look at 'em up close. But who's going to be looking that close at your socks anyway, right? So take pride in your dorkiness. You rock.

I ROCK! YAY!

I am listening to this radio talk show and the discussion is:

People wipping other people's asses in a public bathroom.

This woman had asked another lady to wipe her ass because she had recently gotten a 100 dollar nail job or something like that. So, this lady...Bobbie...I think that is her name...claims that she is "proud" about what she had done because she is an "American" and "Americans" help each other out. Yeah, I'll help you out when you get mugged or become bankrupt, but when it comes to wiping your ass...

Uh, you're on your own.

It feels like EVERYONE is having problems except for me.

I'm gonna have a breakdown soon. I'm a little lost and confused.
AND I just remembered "Valentine's Day" is tommorow...ugh.

I feel used, dammit.

I just got done making a new blog. I suck at making templates, so I used someone elses and changed it up a little. I loved their set up, but I didn't really like the colors that much. I made it more simpler, I suppose.

Conversations...with an Oxymoron

Yeah, I know. I could have come up with a better name, but I am too tired right now. I have been working on it since yesterday and I am STILL not done...like everything else that I start in life.

It's just bassically going to be a page with conversations that I have with other onliners...which aren't a lot...so I am going to try my best.

I was once told:

"Trying is hard"

It can be, dammit.

::listening to "Dueling Banjos" and headbanging::

DAMMIT, my e-guitar just fell...

Ever heard of the Primus version of that song?!

YOU are missing out my narrow-minded friend...
'cause that version rocks like dew on a warm Sunday night!!

Sitting near my favourite store...

I caught you...smiling at me.

I question at first and hesitate a second time, but I couldn't resist.
So, I smiled back...bashfully.
My cheeks turned crimson and my heart was beating with excitment.
You stood up to get closer to me.
I looked into your eyes.
You walked with confidence as I stood up to get near you.
You threw your arms wanting to hug me...
I awaited your embrace.
My smile increased the closer you got.
My body was being filled with warmth.
Thinking everything was finally going to be alright.
My smile faded when you walked past me...

And hugged the girl that was sitting behind me.

I am A Shit Brick . The Shit brick is usually the kinda person that doesn't like doing much. Turning down a nice romp in the park to his or her favorite television show and a nice big Mac or a box of chicken nuggets though shit bricks have their anti social flaws, what they lack in social values they make up for in laziness... But I guess that isn't a good thing either way.. Ok, shit bricks are just lazy fucks... What Kinda Shit Are You?

Another one by Wacky William:

THE WEIRD WIRE!

Police were left shaking their heads after they picked up two
teenage boys in a stolen car. Mere minutes earlier, the same
lads had appeared in court accused of 25 vehicle thefts.
When arrested for the 26th, they said they didn't have the
bus fair to get home from court.

Us teens can be very idiotic sometimes...

(but only if IDIOTIC is an acutal word)

OK, I am pretty much a hermit. I don't go anywhere and my only window into the outside world is the internet. You may feel sorry for me...but I don't. I kinda like it this way, but I am not planning to do it forever. Anyway...I found this band today at rockbands.com:

Bumpin' Uglies

I heard "Fish & Chips" and my head started to bang. Loved it very much, indeed. These guys rock, they kicks ass, they everything. I was looking at their events schedule and saw that all the gigs they ever go to are the "21 and over" bars. That sucks ass. One thing that sux about being 18 is that you can do some stuff, but not a lot of the good stuff. So, cheesed off by this...I posted a message in their site and I left it all up to them...this is what I posted:

Subject: Being 18 isn't always cool...
Message: Most of the places you guys play at are for 21 and over. Hopefully you'll get to play in areas for underage people like myself. Or maybe I should wait for three more years...

I checked my mail a while ago and I saw an e-mail headed: Ugly Frog!!!: We are Ugly.

It said:

Sorry about the lack of under 21 shows. There arn't enough venues for "underagers" like yourself. But if you know about one please let us know where it is and the name of it and we'll DEFINATLY check it out.. It's time we play an all-ages show. Also we are open to play parties if the conditions are acceptable. We've started a "street team" just for this purpose. If you would like to be a part of our street team let me know and I'll add you to the roster. Thanks for checkin' out our site and hopefully I'll hear back from you about a place we can play. BTW I read some of the poetry on your homepage and your "don't worry mom I'll clean up the blood" poem scared me. j/k, take it easy.

I didn't think I would get a respond...but I am glad that I did. And I scared him...I'm not surprised, though. I scare everyone even though I don't mean to. Ah, oh well. I feel retarted too. I'd like to have a list of places BU can play, but like I said...

I am a hermit.

And weird one at that.

There is one way that I can help them and that is through the net. I am good at that...and I think I just might do it. I want to belong once for a change. E-mail and call a local radio station (e.i. KROQ or The X) and or harass them until they play them on the radio. Something like that.

Discovered a new band!!!!

Weirdheads

These fuckers ROCK!!!!!

Today, at 12:20 P.M....

I turned in my badge.

Yep...I got laid off.

Time to take my art to a higher level!

I AM FREE!!!

This conversation shows how much time people waste...
when they are online.

This is after this chick asks if I knew what "Oxie Moron" was (that is my screen name for AIM: I am Oxie Moron)

SparkieGirl16: then why in your info, you call yourself a moron
I am Oxie Moron: uh, 'cause I was joking
SparkieGirl16: uh ok
SparkieGirl16: it makes you look stupid
I am Oxie Moron: thanks :-)
SparkieGirl16: and not understanding the meaning of a oxie moron
I am Oxie Moron: oxymorn
I am Oxie Moron: excuse me...
I am Oxie Moron: oxymoron
SparkieGirl16: well i was just commenting
I am Oxie Moron: it's ok...some just have to
SparkieGirl16: i suppose
I am Oxie Moron: yeah, I thought is was funny
SparkieGirl16: i guess
I am Oxie Moron: especially this comment
I am Oxie Moron: I might post it on my blog
SparkieGirl16: why is that
I am Oxie Moron: who knows
I am Oxie Moron: I dunno....I like it when people think I don't know something, when I do
SparkieGirl16: it pisses me off when people think that
I am Oxie Moron: think what?
SparkieGirl16: when they think i dont know something when in fact i do
I am Oxie Moron: yeah....same here, kinda hypocritical, huh?

Short conversation, too. I only have short conversations with ignorant and hypocritical people.

OK, no more, Mickey...It's time to find some other pic.

Sorry Bert...I don't really like stealing from others.

I looked at my journal and I noticed an A missing on one of my entries. THEN...out of nowhere....I saw that my Mickey suicide picture was replaced by another picture of three fat chicks in their two piece bathing suits.

Whom ever did that...

Thanx.

I just woke up from a dream...

where I was the reject of the world and I was late for work.

Then I realized...IT'S NOT A DREAM AND I AM LATE FOR WORK!

Time to haul ass.

I have fallen in LOVE again!!!

The Middle

Hey, don't write yourself off yet.
It's only in your head you feel left out or
looked down on.
Just try your best, try everything you can.
And don't you worry what they tell themselves when you're away.
It just takes some time, little girl you're in the middle, it'll up the ride.
Everything will be just fine, everything will be allright.
Hey, you know they're all the same.
You know you're doing better on your own, so don't buy in.
Live right now.
Yeah, just be yourself.
It doesn't matter if it's good enough for someone else.
It just takes some time, little girl you're in the middle of the ride.
Everything will be just fine, everything will be allright.
It just takes some time, little girl you're in the middle of the ride.
Everything will be just fine, everything will be allright.
Hey, don't write yourself off yet.
It's only in your head you feel left out or
looked down on.
Just do your best, do everything you can.
And don't you worry what the bitter hearts are gonna say.
It just takes some time, little girl you're in the middle of the ride.
Everything will be just fine, everything will be allright.
It just takes some time, little girl you're in the middle of the ride.
Everything will be just fine, everything will be allright.

-Jimmy Eat World

One of the first Bug-Eyed Earl strips.

Wacky William mentions:

CHECK IT OUT! (True Story!)

Im Outta Here

Mexican Prisoner Juan Lopez escaped from jail January 1996
after using acidic salsa sauce from six years of jailhouse
dinners to dissolve the bars on his cell window.

Who knew Mexicans were smart people?

::timidly raises her hand::

I’ve been very bored lately. Very.

I was cleaning the windows when I slashed my wrist against the edge of the window opener. It opened up my skin and it felt so fuckin' good. I saw pure whiteness at first. Then little by little I started to see trickles of blood forming. It’s just a small cut, though.

Then, I started to get urges. I wanted so badly to go in my room and get a hold of Xavier. I, instead, went in my room to get my camera. I went outside and took a picture of the wound. It was beautiful enough to take a picture of.

I am proud of it.

OH YEAH, I got this letter yesterday. It's from Poetry.com.

I am a semi-finalist in this contest that I entered a few weeks ago. They want to publish my poem along with others in this hardbound book. I got sooo fuckin' excited when I got it, but a lot don't know...not even my family. My first published poem.

Whoa.

I reek of weirdness...

Yep...proud am I.

Here are some examples (this maybe be triggering...so becareful):


I have had some like these on my wrist.


This are very similar to the last slashes I've ever made.


They KINDA look like this...only with less scars.


I am waiting for them to look in this color and not brown-red.

I want to take pictures of my scars (like I have said before) and try and post them in here someday. It sounds sick, but I don't really give a rip...

This is a good way to start the month of February.