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Scott Ian has failed to write me back SO FAR. I guess I won't give up hope yet. I will just have to assume that he's been too busy filming his comments and opinions for all of those new VH1 shows to be able to read his email or courteously respond to a girl such as myself.

I'll give him a few more months before I decide that he's a severe bastard.

:(

Otherwise, I've gotten my days and nights thoroughly messed up. I also slept for 26 hours earlier this week. My normal hours were from 10am until about 9pm though. It's interesting how irregular sleep patterns, and sleeping during the day, cause a human body like mine to feel as though it is saturated with disease or going to otherwsie die soon.

I finished a new comic a few days ago! That's right. The first comic of 2005. I can't believe it's almost April and this is only my first comic. I am quite evidently a horrible person.

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An unrelated snippet: I hope to infiltrate the Dread Society of Red-Hatted Old Broads soon. My plans are shiny and cannot possibly fail.

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In order to redeem myself and rid myself of some of this guilt, though, I have taken most of today and donated it toward organizing ALL of the OMGJ Articles. Believe it or not, they are slopped together in a horrendous mess. This means that the "archives" are tragically incomplete. I am hoping that once I have them organized in the right ways, we can get to work on making the archives full and happy, with working links to everything. And so on. I think Jeremy wanted to do a redesign soon anyway. Doing all of that will be a monumental task, however. I have faith in us though.

I hope you are all doing well.

<3

Finding New Ways To Enjoy Myself

I have been at the boyfriend's house for the past week, and will continue to be here until next week sometime. Thursday maybe I'll return. We'll see. Anyway, this is monumental - this blogging from here. Because for years and years, whenever I'd visit the boy, I'd be so far from the Internet that I may as well have been visiting the remotest mountain top in the world.

But not anymore. And that brings us all so much joy. SO MUCH JOY!!

I just finished writing an email to yet another celebrity-type person who is a stranger to me. I seem to do this more than I ever thought I would. Sometimes I get responses. Steve Burns, formerly of Blue's Clues, has written me back a few times. And now he is either very busy or he has blocked me in fear. I had my fun, anyway! And, yes, there have been others, as well. Most of them don't write back. This is either because they are too busy sucking asscock to do the simple courtesy of responding to a nice girl like me, or they are just really busy, or zonked out on hard drugs and forgetting how to read, or not even knowing how email works because famous people have more important things to do than be on the Internet ever. I do not know their secret ways of life. And if they don't write me back, I don't give a damn about them OR their big dumb secret lives!

Anyway, I just wrote to Scott Ian, bassist of that metally band called Anthrax.

I found his email address in a metallist's metal music magazine here during an idle moment. And I thought "Wow, it would be funny if I wrote him for some reason." So wrote him I did! A huge, rambling and potentially worrisome email. I am always concerned that my "exuberant personality" translates to "dangerously psychotic" in email-to-celebrities form.

I don't really ever listen to heavy metal or anything related to it. But I do know who Anthrax are, as I was alive in the 1980s with a brother who is 9 years older than I am. And I recall delighting in their less-metal, more-rap music, as well as their collaborations with Public Enemy, as I was strangely keen on Flava Flav. Scott Ian always seemed like a pretty nice guy, though. So I am hoping that when he reads my rambling email of shame he will say "Wow, what an interesting girl. I will be her friend and I WILL NOT discard her email into my trash without a second thought!"

Oh, also, I asked him if I can figure out how to conduct an interview worthy of this website, if he'd be willing to be interviewed by the likes of me. I hope he says yes, because I have like 7 questions involving his eyebrows and goatee that I'd like to force him to answer. I would also like to ask him what Flava Flav is like, and whether or not he thinks Flav would answer an email from me if he (Scott Ian) would just give me his email address. I would also like to know what his favorite color of pony is. You know. I have an endless supply of Really Important Earth-Shattering Questions to throw out there. But I'll be happy posing just the ten best.

It's all for you readers, after all. I want to entertain you SO MUCH. So much that I will do things like alienate famous people for you.

<3

the Startling Continuation of Frustration and Sorrow

So, in the past week, my computer has gone back to Being Worse again. However, in a strange, and I am certain misleading, turn of events, it's doing okay right now. As far as I can tell. The last time it seemed okay, it was like ninety times worse the next day.

I'm wondering when it will finally die completely and leave me feeling all doomed. I think when this computer goes, it will be time for me to throw away life as I know it and move to the Andes where I can raise alpacas in peace, as I have wanted to do since I was a child. Actually, that wasn't when I formulated the plan as much as that was when I learned in Social Studies that some people do that in the Andes Region. BUT THAT'S GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME.

Also, I have gotten over disease like Strep Throat and other things that make me sad and angry and not wanting to deal with the world. Not even on Internet. Not even with simple blog entries. I get that way sometimes.

Meanwhile, in another twist of events, I was once again informed of something which I felt was extremely underground and weird, but then it turns out that I was just the last person on earth to hear about it. My mother was telling me of being at an Olive Garden and seeing that there were two different groups of Red Hat Society Ladies also dining there. I had been noticing pins and watches and little things like that with red hats all over them in various catalogs. But I just thought it was just another bizarre collectible.

Apparently not.

For those of you like me who are not in the Know, I'll explain. These Red Hat Society Women are these old broads who are over age 50, and who are most usually ladies who are about 80. And they dress in this great gaudy red hats of various styles, and purple dresses. And purple scarves, and red handbags, I have also heard. And they meet and are loud and .. full of the Joy of Life or something! What's this madness? Old people ENJOYING old age??

They generally meet for tea, or lunch, or whatever - always in public. Because like all ladies everywhere, they like to attract attention to themselves especially when they are in large squawking groups.

This information mostly baffled me. But then my mom added something extra, which her sister told her: The Red Hat Society Women are not allowed to gather in shopping malls in Columbus, Ohio, at the very least. It seems that they are considered a "gang" and their red and purple clothing is considered to be "gang colors."

AUGH I was going to find a picture for you to look at of an assembly of red hat gang members, but instead I chanced upon a website concerning some park in Washington State that allows nudity and I saw a bunch of older people with guts and older people bodies being all naked and smiling and I.. :( I am sad. So you kids can Image Search on your OWN from now on.

I don't know where I was going with all of this. But let me just say that the Bloods and Crips had best move on over. Because those old dames are a REAL threat.

Now I must go away from the Internet and Forget.

It's Saturday Again

I am usually surprised when I realize that I am presently in a part of the "week end." When I was a child, weekends were my favorite time of the week. There was not school and all of that junk. It was a time to celebrate with cartoons and playing outside no matter what the weather was doing. Except raining, I guess. My mom was of the opinion that playing in rain causes colds and possibly even pneumonia.

It seems that adults also favor the weekends when they have normal steady jobs. Although, the adults I know don't spend their weekends in excited flurries of activity. They might have exciting weekends like that about 4 times a year. But they generally spend their weekends resting and maybe wishing they would die in their sleep or something would happen so that they did not have to work on Monday. Perhaps a hidden wealthy relative would die in THEIR sleep and leave the adult in question a fortune so that they'd never have to work again. I don't know. I don't know how adults think.

I graduated highschool in 1998.

I didn't continue with schooling. I did not choose to join the work force. I feel like I have been on an eight year long summer vacation. I really do. And it just horrified me to realize that it has been about 8 years, but I stand by my decision. I am pretty sure that I am, on the whole, happier and more satisfied with life than my friends who are in ruts and in debts and feel like they have been forced into a horrible lifestyle that they would never have chosen, but they felt that they didn't have a choice. And maybe they didn't, who knows. I did though, and I am fine with the decision most of the time. Who wants to STRUGGLE to survive in this shit-assed society anyway? But that is a topic for another day.

The most bizarre thing that has happened to my sense of time in the past 8 years is that all of the days of the week are extraordinarily interchangeable. They are interchangeable to the point of being ridiculous that they are even named. It also doesn't help that I sleep when tired and remain awake when I am not tired, resulting in a very random sleep pattern. Random enough that the hours of the day are starting to simply sound like "suggestions" rather than "hey, no. this really is the time." Because my mind just laughs and says "what is time, anyway?" And the clock goes :(

I think within a couple of years, I will only have 4 days in a year. Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter. And since Winter spans over the divide of years, the years are going to start becoming meaningless too. I haven't yet determined that this is good or bad, so I think I'm leaning toward the idea that it is neither good nor bad.

It all is going along pretty well, though. Until I have a moment of remembering what Saturdays are for. Or at least, what they used to be for. And then I feel confused as I am feeling right now.

It's not that Time is absent in my life, of course, since it marches on ceaselessly. It's just that I'm about to stop acknowledging it. But I think it might be turning everything into grey soup. So maybe human minds need to rely on Time in order to have.. order. I like it when I use the same word so close together but in a different sense. It's like seeing a rainbow.

I get distracted a lot.

My brain is feeling really spherical today. Don't mind me.

Holy Jesus Knuckles

So, as you'll recall, I was gone forever. And then I returned last Friday and said something about writing an article. I never did, but I have a perfectly understandable explanation.

My computer was about to die right there on the spot.

Okay, I must tell you first of all, that this computer is extremely second hand. I bought it from OMGJeremy himself around 2 years ago. And about 3 or 4 months into it, the computer got some worm or another, or something. But, it started telling me every 4 seconds that I need to put in the XP Home Edition CD so that it can fix some Hideous Errors. Of course, Jeremy still had that, so I ignored its cries for as long as possible. (This is when the ctrl+alt+del feature and MSPaint stopped working, too). Finally, I had that worm that crippled everyone for a while, where you basically had to get rid of it as soon as possible before it locked you up forever or whatever.

During that period, I removed hundreds of bad things from the computer.

It was nothing but Hard Times, but it did fix that problem where XP wanted reinstalled. At least, the little window stopped appearing every moment of every day.

Since then, I had gotten a bit angrier and vigilant and everything and it was all okay if a bit, you know, mildly retarded. It certainly has lasted a whole lot longer than anyone ever expected at the very least.

Well, when I returned from being gone, I had discovered that the old computermachine was once again on its last legs. The story is so long and complicated that my brain has mostly blocked it out. The end result though is that I think I have given it stability and another chance at life. Dan, who wrote an article for us once, certainly helped me a ton. But man. Since FRIDAY, I have done little else while on the computer besides trying to fix it, and screaming at the monitor threats about setting it on fire with a flaming sledgehammer, and generally weeping out of colossal frustration.

But this morning is the very first morning that things are looking normal. And acting normal. Better than normal, really. It isn't even sluggish, and no programs have randomly locked up or "forgotten how to save and then crash the entire computer lololol."

This means that I really CAN write an article now!

Hahahaha. We'll see how this goes.