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Mar. 21st, 2001
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Mar. 21st, 2001 05:57 pmSwiped this from Treeshaman, who had swiped it from someone else.
* Name: Allison Leigh Drennan.
* Birthday: July 17, '78
* Height: 5' 5"
* Eye colour: green
* Hair colour : Mouse brown with grey in the winter, reddish brown with grey in the summer.
* Shoe size: 8-1/2. 7 british.
<-***Favorites***->
* Food: Do I have to choose? Right now, Cadbury's Creme Eggs.
* Music: Anything apart from rap and country, though I DO like Johnny Cash.
* Colour: any shade or hue of green.
* TV show: Simpsons, Titus, and I'm sure there are more, but I don't have cable. :::cries:::
* Animal: Anything corvid, honestly.
* Powerpuff girl: Buttercup's my hero. Please forgive me.
* Ice cream: B&J Phish Food. But I can't eat it.
* Subject: Anthropology and History.
* Inanimate object: My Computer, my old docs and my RatJacket.
* Place: Whatcom Falls in Washington.
* Drink: Dr Pepper. vodka martini, dry. with two olives.
* Make-up: fuck that.
* Outfit: nothing.
* Saying: There is no need like the lack of a friend.
<-***Do you prefer...***->
* Winnie the pooh or Tigger? If I HAVE to, Tigger. Bleah.
* Countdown or The weakest link? Guhubodawa?
* Tea or coffee? coffee.
* Chocolate or crisps? crisps. Hands down.
* Smarties or M&Ms? Bleah.
* Letters or phone calls? Don't tie up my phone line... just send me an e-mail.
* Christmas or Birthdays? Christmas!!
* Pink or black? uhh. Green?
* Britney or Christina? They're both teenage slutwhores who give young girls a distorted image of the human body.
* Hair up or hair down? down.
* Cats or dogs? cats.
* Work or play? you really need both to be healthy.
* Tomato ketchup or HP Sauce? depends.
* Glasses or no glasses? none... I'd wear them if I could afford them.
* Name: Allison Leigh Drennan.
* Birthday: July 17, '78
* Height: 5' 5"
* Eye colour: green
* Hair colour : Mouse brown with grey in the winter, reddish brown with grey in the summer.
* Shoe size: 8-1/2. 7 british.
<-***Favorites***->
* Food: Do I have to choose? Right now, Cadbury's Creme Eggs.
* Music: Anything apart from rap and country, though I DO like Johnny Cash.
* Colour: any shade or hue of green.
* TV show: Simpsons, Titus, and I'm sure there are more, but I don't have cable. :::cries:::
* Animal: Anything corvid, honestly.
* Powerpuff girl: Buttercup's my hero. Please forgive me.
* Ice cream: B&J Phish Food. But I can't eat it.
* Subject: Anthropology and History.
* Inanimate object: My Computer, my old docs and my RatJacket.
* Place: Whatcom Falls in Washington.
* Drink: Dr Pepper. vodka martini, dry. with two olives.
* Make-up: fuck that.
* Outfit: nothing.
* Saying: There is no need like the lack of a friend.
<-***Do you prefer...***->
* Winnie the pooh or Tigger? If I HAVE to, Tigger. Bleah.
* Countdown or The weakest link? Guhubodawa?
* Tea or coffee? coffee.
* Chocolate or crisps? crisps. Hands down.
* Smarties or M&Ms? Bleah.
* Letters or phone calls? Don't tie up my phone line... just send me an e-mail.
* Christmas or Birthdays? Christmas!!
* Pink or black? uhh. Green?
* Britney or Christina? They're both teenage slutwhores who give young girls a distorted image of the human body.
* Hair up or hair down? down.
* Cats or dogs? cats.
* Work or play? you really need both to be healthy.
* Tomato ketchup or HP Sauce? depends.
* Glasses or no glasses? none... I'd wear them if I could afford them.
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Mar. 21st, 2001 06:02 pmI'm BORED. ICQ is a wasteland, AOLIM is almost as bad. No e-mail to answer, and my mailing lists are deadly quiet. I have the night off and I have to find a way to stay awake all night long. Someone needs to come and drive me out to Sharis and eat cheese fries and drink coffee with me and bullshit with me for HOURS but nobody will.
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Mar. 21st, 2001 07:28 pmNow introducing.... The CATS!
Oliver... longhair, white with black patches. Big gold eyes. He's a total fatso, with short, stocky legs and a thick, chubby body. He's a bully, constantly hyperactive, and he runs around the house looking for something to chase and bite. Very smart, he knows how to open the cabinet doors and pull down the cat food. He was a stray my sister found, and that I adopted, and because of that, he's constantly trying to get outside to sniff around where the neighborhood strays have been. He eats an incredible amount of Kitten Chow, and if his dish is empty, has been known to get into boxes containing people food, and to tear open garbage bags. Oliver is softer than rabbits. Favorite hobbies include abusing the other cat, shredding newspapers, eating shoelaces, and watching Wisdom juggle mice.
Cassie, full name Cassiopea. Chris bought her from a shelter as a tiny baby and brought her home for me. Shorthair tortoise shell coloring, and thin as a rail with big long legs and a long, graceful tail. She's smaller than Oliver, but taller at the shoulder. High-strung and nervous, she doesn't care much for men... one of my exes used to kick her while I wasn't there. She's got quite a voice, and used to cry loudly every time I left the house. That's one reason for me getting Oliver. Now she runs away from him all day long, finding sanctuary only on top of my bedside table. Favorite foods include anything that smells horrible and comes from a can, and the little leather tails that come on toy mice.
Oliver... longhair, white with black patches. Big gold eyes. He's a total fatso, with short, stocky legs and a thick, chubby body. He's a bully, constantly hyperactive, and he runs around the house looking for something to chase and bite. Very smart, he knows how to open the cabinet doors and pull down the cat food. He was a stray my sister found, and that I adopted, and because of that, he's constantly trying to get outside to sniff around where the neighborhood strays have been. He eats an incredible amount of Kitten Chow, and if his dish is empty, has been known to get into boxes containing people food, and to tear open garbage bags. Oliver is softer than rabbits. Favorite hobbies include abusing the other cat, shredding newspapers, eating shoelaces, and watching Wisdom juggle mice.
Cassie, full name Cassiopea. Chris bought her from a shelter as a tiny baby and brought her home for me. Shorthair tortoise shell coloring, and thin as a rail with big long legs and a long, graceful tail. She's smaller than Oliver, but taller at the shoulder. High-strung and nervous, she doesn't care much for men... one of my exes used to kick her while I wasn't there. She's got quite a voice, and used to cry loudly every time I left the house. That's one reason for me getting Oliver. Now she runs away from him all day long, finding sanctuary only on top of my bedside table. Favorite foods include anything that smells horrible and comes from a can, and the little leather tails that come on toy mice.
A Night Off.
Mar. 21st, 2001 09:30 pmSo I'm sitting here in front of my computer, enjoying a lazy evening. I updated my real journal, and fulfilled my obligations there. No e-mail, no new guestbook entries, and I've read my daily comic strips. I've read the other journals that I enjoy, and I've read all the meager posts on my various mailing lists.
I'm naked, apart from the old "Go Eagles" T-shirt I got from my old highschool in Singapore. My hair is dirty and untangled, and my heart is free from worry for a moment of calm. I'm burning five of the "Merlot" tea light candles on my computer desk, in between the monitior and the stereo, among the myriad pop cans that have once again taken up residence there. I'll probably pick them up tonight, and go recycle them. I might not. The candles are making the air smell like a comfortimg mixture of sweetness and cigarette smoke, and apart from them, the only light comes from my monitor and a string of white Christmas lights that are strung from one side of the desk, up and over the fireplace and the doors to the livingroom and the closet, and peaked over the top of my big Dead Kennedys poster, to trail down the other side of the door to the bathroom.
The softness of the light romanticizes everything, from the beat-up collection of stuffed animals on the shelves behind the desk, to the smooth, worn leather and duct tape patches of my old doc martens. I hate calling them that... docs have gotten so very trendy of late, with sleeker and sleeker designs and higher and higher tops. Mine are very simple, and yet seem irreplaceable these days. I've been looking for a new pair for a very long time now. These were bought for me by my mother when I was fourteen or thirteen or somewhere around there. They're plain black leather twelve-hole boots with those doc marten soles of thick tan rubber. There are a few alterations... the toe of one of the boots is circled with duct tape, and the laces I found at the clearance rack at Hot Topic... cammo. There are spots where the boots had rhinestones glued to them, but of course, that didn't last long.
Why are they so hard to find replacements for? I canNOT find square-toed doc martens anywhere these days. I suppose that the square toes are simply not fashionable these days. I'd like to thank whoever it was who helped my mom pick them out for knowing exactly what boots I'd like.
I just ordered voice messaging from Quest. I figure that since the first six weeks are free and that it's just 6.95 a month after that, it would be a good deal if people could leave messages for him while I'm online. I'm online basically all the time. It's an excellent place to find the constant stream of information that entertains me so. I'm certain that my sister and my boss will be very glad for it. It gets activated on March 28th. I await that day with bated breath.
Other than that, I've done basically nothing today. I upgraded Napster to v2b9.6, and haven't had any problems with it. I logged onto the service quivering in fear over the filters I've been hearing so much about, but was still able to find the exact song I wanted. Which pleases me to no end. Nothing delights me quite like having the exact right song for the moment. I really AM going to have to stop downloading MP3s until I can afford to upgrade to a bigger hard drive... I'm using up my entire back-up drive, and some space on my main drive. I'm an addict, I admit. I've been trying to stem my Napster usage for quite some time now, sometimes with something less than success.
I was thinking that I might take a bath and do some dishes. I might not, of course... it's still nine hours until I get to go to bed, and I'm still holding out hope that some gallant knight will show up and whisk me away for cheese fries. I can see the shadows dancing in the bathroom from the three white taper candles that are burning in there, one on the toilet tank and two on the edge of the bathtub.
This is the really cool part of being single. I never had nights like this when I was living with a boyfriend. It was always "what are we gonna have for dinner, Allie" or "the kitchen is a mess, Allie" or "are you going to do laundry tonight, I don't have any clean pants for work tomorrow, Allie" or "hey, log onto Ultima Online and play with me, Allie" or "I'm sad, Allie" or "I have a headache, could you turn off the monitor and bring me a pop, Allie" or "some of the guys are coming over, could you make us some food, Allie". Feh. I do things because I want to tonight.
It's my night off.
I'm naked, apart from the old "Go Eagles" T-shirt I got from my old highschool in Singapore. My hair is dirty and untangled, and my heart is free from worry for a moment of calm. I'm burning five of the "Merlot" tea light candles on my computer desk, in between the monitior and the stereo, among the myriad pop cans that have once again taken up residence there. I'll probably pick them up tonight, and go recycle them. I might not. The candles are making the air smell like a comfortimg mixture of sweetness and cigarette smoke, and apart from them, the only light comes from my monitor and a string of white Christmas lights that are strung from one side of the desk, up and over the fireplace and the doors to the livingroom and the closet, and peaked over the top of my big Dead Kennedys poster, to trail down the other side of the door to the bathroom.
The softness of the light romanticizes everything, from the beat-up collection of stuffed animals on the shelves behind the desk, to the smooth, worn leather and duct tape patches of my old doc martens. I hate calling them that... docs have gotten so very trendy of late, with sleeker and sleeker designs and higher and higher tops. Mine are very simple, and yet seem irreplaceable these days. I've been looking for a new pair for a very long time now. These were bought for me by my mother when I was fourteen or thirteen or somewhere around there. They're plain black leather twelve-hole boots with those doc marten soles of thick tan rubber. There are a few alterations... the toe of one of the boots is circled with duct tape, and the laces I found at the clearance rack at Hot Topic... cammo. There are spots where the boots had rhinestones glued to them, but of course, that didn't last long.
Why are they so hard to find replacements for? I canNOT find square-toed doc martens anywhere these days. I suppose that the square toes are simply not fashionable these days. I'd like to thank whoever it was who helped my mom pick them out for knowing exactly what boots I'd like.
I just ordered voice messaging from Quest. I figure that since the first six weeks are free and that it's just 6.95 a month after that, it would be a good deal if people could leave messages for him while I'm online. I'm online basically all the time. It's an excellent place to find the constant stream of information that entertains me so. I'm certain that my sister and my boss will be very glad for it. It gets activated on March 28th. I await that day with bated breath.
Other than that, I've done basically nothing today. I upgraded Napster to v2b9.6, and haven't had any problems with it. I logged onto the service quivering in fear over the filters I've been hearing so much about, but was still able to find the exact song I wanted. Which pleases me to no end. Nothing delights me quite like having the exact right song for the moment. I really AM going to have to stop downloading MP3s until I can afford to upgrade to a bigger hard drive... I'm using up my entire back-up drive, and some space on my main drive. I'm an addict, I admit. I've been trying to stem my Napster usage for quite some time now, sometimes with something less than success.
I was thinking that I might take a bath and do some dishes. I might not, of course... it's still nine hours until I get to go to bed, and I'm still holding out hope that some gallant knight will show up and whisk me away for cheese fries. I can see the shadows dancing in the bathroom from the three white taper candles that are burning in there, one on the toilet tank and two on the edge of the bathtub.
This is the really cool part of being single. I never had nights like this when I was living with a boyfriend. It was always "what are we gonna have for dinner, Allie" or "the kitchen is a mess, Allie" or "are you going to do laundry tonight, I don't have any clean pants for work tomorrow, Allie" or "hey, log onto Ultima Online and play with me, Allie" or "I'm sad, Allie" or "I have a headache, could you turn off the monitor and bring me a pop, Allie" or "some of the guys are coming over, could you make us some food, Allie". Feh. I do things because I want to tonight.
It's my night off.
