tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61822312011-06-07T23:39:14.649-07:00purpoleditto ditto. i hate it.morgiepoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07175023305034736550noreply@blogger.comBlogger361100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182231.post-1104796951340024302005-01-03T15:14:00.000-08:002005-01-03T16:02:31.340-08:00LYRICS PLAYLIST THING!
(sort of)
Wicked Little Town" -- Tommy Gnosis
"There's no mystical design, no cosmic lover preassigned
Stumpside -Rasputina
"Just ask for nothing, you get what you get. I asked for something; I've not got it yet."
Medication -- Modest Mouse
"So you go to the library to get yourself a book and you look and you look but you didn't find anything to read."
Count Olaf -- admiral alannanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182231.post-1104676844021925932005-01-02T06:13:00.000-08:002005-01-02T06:40:44.020-08:00in my ear: for tammy rae, bikini kill, and soon it will probably be we laugh at danger(and break all the rules) by against me!
It's extremely common knowledge that I don't blog anymore but I've done things worth telling my friends about, but without a prepared speecyh, my tongue could get tied --into a pretty bow, but tied nonetheless! So you all know what happened the first week of hoiday admiral alannanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182231.post-1092033235608289242004-08-08T23:33:00.000-07:002004-08-08T23:33:55.606-07:00The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Third Level of Hell!Here is how you matched up against all the levels:LevelScorePurgatory (Repenting Believers)Very LowLevel 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)HighLevel 2 (Lustful)LowLevel 3 (Gluttonous)Very HighLevel 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)LowLevel 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)HighLevel 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)ModerateLevel 7 (Violent)admiral alannanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182231.post-1089870071162615242004-07-14T22:29:00.000-07:002004-07-14T22:41:11.163-07:00i didn't see the gorilla. i don't even have a picture yet.
today was mom's birthday. it started nicely with eating ice cream for lunch and watching a delicious john cusack movie starring the delicious duo of him and mini driver. *sigh of wonder* And we gave her presents, which included a bird feeder, even though she thought her only present was the patti smith concert from forever ago. but morgiepoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07175023305034736550noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182231.post-1089668412632076332004-07-12T14:27:00.000-07:002004-07-12T14:40:12.633-07:00yayay! i'm so happy. they put the purple "love rules" advertisment gorilla back up down the street. i want to hug it, but i'll take a picture or something instead. I got home from Amelia's house a little while ago. It was make your own pizza night at the Rice residence, and I got the most lovely artichoke, olive, olive oil, basil, tomato, onion, and pepper slice of life, or --as it is called--morgiepoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07175023305034736550noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182231.post-1089494230258066322004-07-10T14:04:00.000-07:002004-07-10T14:17:10.256-07:00MWAHAHAHAHAHA!
hey hey hey. i just got back from my "audition" or whatever it was that was for Brandon's movie. I should have acted cool and polite and I never should have made jokes, but what can you do. He basically wrote the part of the sister's friend so we could both be in it, which was very nice. We were taken to a little room where we had to read lines with Tim, the brother, about treesmorgiepoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07175023305034736550noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182231.post-1078864801783193802004-03-09T12:28:00.000-08:002004-03-09T12:43:08.983-08:00i am very upset right now. don't know why. frustrated and bored and i want to eat somethings that are good, but where do they go? i have not seen any of the friends that are my-size, nor have i made an effort. sara is miles and miles away in sara land, it seems. MILES. absolutely.
and. oh, huff. i had a sad dream. at first it was the two gay guys eating pizza. they had slick pony tails. their morgiepoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07175023305034736550noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182231.post-1077661463981692402004-02-24T14:15:00.000-08:002004-02-24T14:29:30.890-08:00i have not been here in a long time and still have nothing to say but people talk to me and no one is forcing me but i like to avoid homework. let me start by saying everyone in the play i did was god. all god. and i am now the proud owner of paul foster's phone number. which is also tim's phone number in their decleyre house. oh, how do they spell that. today in science we talked about morgiepoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07175023305034736550noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182231.post-1075654131660486742004-02-01T08:41:00.000-08:002004-02-01T08:51:07.640-08:00i had a dream there was this big house with white and yellow candle-lit walls and stairs and across from the stairs was the plaster roof thing that you could hop over to, but it was dangerous. And there was a bunch of people there -amelia, dad, old woman, young boy- and i think we were going on vacation. and it was late and some of u up stairs were trying to read and stay up all night and dad admiral alannanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182231.post-1075331007262484752004-01-28T14:57:00.000-08:002004-01-28T15:07:08.340-08:00oh, la. i thought today would be horrible. but it was okay. the light on the wall looks like bubbling water an suds and windy leaves. it is very strange. in art, we have to make a drawing of a neighborhood. devin insits we put in a brothel. i got his shoe off today, but did not tie it. i love hobbit kid. he gave me a hug and everyone got a hug and sara took some pictures that were interesting.morgiepoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07175023305034736550noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182231.post-1075260119526116032004-01-27T19:12:00.000-08:002004-01-27T19:24:30.543-08:00hey. been trying to meet you. mmmmmmmmmmm. hey.
and anyway. my foot just fell asleep and i kept falling down because i was putting it in weird places. my day was okay. ginger was upset about my absence yesterday. this is the fourth time i've been absent this year. ginger went to school one day last week. HA! once becuase kristen didn't call and wake her up like she apparently does every morningmorgiepoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07175023305034736550noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182231.post-1075146283033078942004-01-26T11:43:00.000-08:002004-01-26T11:46:50.826-08:00it's a very beuatiful soft day. it makes me feel better
in my ear:mapsand treesmorgiepoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07175023305034736550noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182231.post-1075138108833317732004-01-26T09:18:00.000-08:002004-01-26T20:00:56.903-08:00thomas jefferson was a hypocritical rapist, john adams was a hypocritical tight ass, and george washington had wooden teeth. rehearsals are scarin the butterflys out of me. goodbye, butterfly! goodbye stomach! ngoodbye sense of security! i'm also very frsustrated for reasons unknown. i should go listen to david bowie to amke eileen happy. i don't want to behave. i don't know. oh, hell. anyway, morgiepoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07175023305034736550noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182231.post-1074812871156718312004-01-22T14:59:00.000-08:002004-01-22T15:09:54.140-08:00holy tolwdo abtman, i have not posted in a long time, and i left on a sour note. much has happened. not that any of it is worth telling. i sang "white soul brother" in front of hunter. i laughed with paul foster. AND sat in his lap. i think we kind of got off the mesiner , though, and i can't do it and tim does not like me which is fine because not everyone can and i need to get a healthy dosemorgiepoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07175023305034736550noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182231.post-1073695306062490092004-01-09T16:39:00.000-08:002004-01-09T16:42:06.206-08:00i feel like a misery pit. don't know why. i think i'll go drown by self in cookie unbaked. miser miser miser.
in my ear: all the things and not a things that make the day go tingly and stupid.
leave me lone!admiral alannanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182231.post-1073626795433959822004-01-08T21:27:00.000-08:002004-01-08T21:40:15.223-08:00riding the bus by myself would be a dangerous task indeed becuase i'd probably fall asleep and get pillaged, a long string of unfortunate events would follow, and in the end i would end up getting flattened by the bus i was riding in. luckily for me, i get to ride the bus with sara, and scamper to her house, and eat aaaaaall her food(namely popcorn and chocolate milk. 2 percent if we're very admiral alannanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182231.post-1073526225462454022004-01-07T17:42:00.000-08:002004-01-07T17:44:04.870-08:00my sister is a profound idiot. my new blog will be spelled correctly now.admiral alannanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182231.post-1073360196873372562004-01-05T19:23:00.000-08:002004-01-05T19:36:55.856-08:00just returned from a meisner rehearsal for the play "red paint" by morgan fox. amber leads meisner, which is this improvisational, intense, not-at-all-polite way of acting. she brought her dog, paisly, a deph, blind, albino lab that was almost put to death. hoorah! and again. hoorah! i didn't want to meisner. i've never done it before and everyone else had had extensive amber training, but no.admiral alannanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182231.post-1073280101035579112004-01-04T21:17:00.000-08:002004-01-04T21:21:59.960-08:00it's 11:17 at night on a school night (THE school night before i re-enter the hellish educational system) and what am i doing? i'm posing half-nude for a high schooler mustard philosophiser and painter friend of my sister for her bathroom series on cross dressing and body image! no, just kidding, pallies. i'm only a quarter naked. and it's fun. hope i'm not scarring any of you. but tarah puts godmorgiepoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07175023305034736550noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182231.post-1073162098007322192004-01-03T12:06:00.000-08:002004-01-03T12:35:16.360-08:00christmas happened. it did not feel very christmasy. i went to my mississippi bible-thumping grandparents for a second unchristmas where i received some pink fuzzy boots and a school uniform. i bought a peter pan at borders because i thought i should compare it to the movie. it is very frustrating, and it hates my soul, but all in all, it is a good book. grandaddy sat in his chair and did admiral alannanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182231.post-1072481477892594182003-12-26T15:14:00.000-08:002003-12-26T15:31:34.230-08:00i've been having really odd dreams. in one, eileen and amelia and mouse and me were on this maze of wood bridges and play ground equipment, when all of a sudden eileen had to leave us and go see her boyfriend called tim. we watched her leave with him and made fun of how red his shirt was and how short his hair was and how manly he looked, at least from behind which was the only view we had of himadmiral alannanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182231.post-1072239171503224932003-12-23T20:04:00.000-08:002003-12-24T22:21:21.096-08:00my hair is cut. i have a "boyish british mushroom rockstar thing" going on now. i like it. it's short. alanna keeps calling me little bro. it doesn't help that i'm wearing the hot-man sweater and man-pants. oh well. we went present shopping. i got alanna the wood-pecker alarm clock that plays karma cameleon every two hours. it also has a smoke alarm. it is very cool and thoughtful of me.
we wentmorgiepoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07175023305034736550noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182231.post-1072108923492963372003-12-22T07:56:00.000-08:002003-12-22T08:02:19.153-08:00WTF! i feel australien since i went to sallis's blog. now instead of sugar plumbs dancing in my head, it's images of that stupid, internet sheep trying to teach me that evolution is a lie and that t-rexes were herbivores. then there was this jewish kangaroo. and then the bear wanted to marry the sheep. what christ's word crap are they going to spit out next? is the bear a herbivore too? and then admiral alannanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182231.post-1071965242368618422003-12-20T15:59:00.000-08:002003-12-20T16:07:37.526-08:00oh holy mothers and universes and quick sands and uglies and lovlies. hoooooo. whisper and exhale.
lord of the rings. end of all things. the hobbit sings. the crazy man is mean. the fat one is mine. tremendous! bah! it was so good. i saw it with sara love clutching hands and comforting and trying to persuade her that arwen is not, in fact, an evil man. very risky business. and it was so admiral alannanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182231.post-1071877486759963982003-12-19T15:40:00.000-08:002003-12-19T15:45:01.303-08:00i feel better. dad took me to my jolly good appointment which wasn't so bad. we had a heaping big and lovely conversation about lord of the rings. it was tremendous. so tremendous. the love is tremendous.
so tremendous, that sara has invited me to see it again tonight, and i have invited alanna and brock. and we will make brock love it. we will force love into his heart if we have to preform admiral alannanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182231.post-1071865305616551222003-12-19T12:20:00.000-08:002003-12-19T12:22:00.366-08:00i slept way too late. did not stay up late at all. everyone just left me on the couch while nick at night flopped around on the t.v. for hours and hours and at two thirty in the morning, i awoke and went to bed where i stayed until one. i heard sounds from alanna's room. thought "probably on the phone with brock." i went to the computer. so did she. indeed, she had been on the phone with brock.admiral alannanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182231.post-1071812386428242492003-12-18T21:24:00.000-08:002003-12-19T11:08:19.530-08:00i have a cold. exams are over. over over. over.
went to "Return of the King" and it was. hm. good doesn't describe it at all well. at the end, everyone in all the bottom rows below stood up so i stood up, and was all "STANDING OVATION! -but no. they had gotten up to leave. also, the movie did not make me cry. i hit myself going "cry, morgan, cry" but it didn't work. i do not know how to admiral alannanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182231.post-1071705905353753692003-12-17T15:57:00.000-08:002003-12-17T16:05:19.750-08:00this is our spanish activity:
move hitherward the entire assembly of those who are loyal in their belief = oh, come all ye faithful
Embellish the interior passageways = deck the halls
Diminutive masculine master of skin-covered percussionistic cylinders = little drummer boy
Tintinnabulation of vacillating pendulums in inverted, metallic, resonant cups = jingle bells
I am wearing harry potter on admiral alannanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182231.post-1071611640272798372003-12-16T13:50:00.000-08:002003-12-16T13:54:14.473-08:00it is not the giving season. it is the barter system. i am expecting glue and sexy man sweaters in return for my flaming paper bags of mangos, hotel soaps, and suit case tags. aren't they pretty?
in my ear: shy, ani godplanet difrancoadmiral alannanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182231.post-1071611320483923522003-12-16T13:34:00.000-08:002003-12-16T13:49:15.680-08:00exams were today. they are a boogie in my eye. math was -unexpecedly- easy and art was painful. i -much expectedly- drew a picture i hated with very sloppy purple colored pencils. it very nearly killed me. due to jumbly shcedules i got to have lunch with eileen and amelia. alas, no ginger, kristen, or ali and mouse still has flu. i shall run hell for leather to his abyss, cure that which ails admiral alannanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182231.post-1071327128771023922003-12-13T06:25:00.000-08:002003-12-13T06:52:21.363-08:00the pomegranite is gone. i ate it. there is now a coconut in its place. yesterday had so many things in it. it was cold with many jackets -blue, purple, and i brought the ghetto fabulous one just in case- and the feeling in my brain has yet to return. ooooooh. i'm whispering everything. i don't know how to talk loud anymore and i am still asleep. okay. all right. yesterday, i did many things admiral alannanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182231.post-1071182036316681142003-12-11T14:01:00.000-08:002003-12-11T14:51:05.833-08:00there is a pomegranite in the kitchen. i have not yet eaten it. it keeps looking at me. i can't eat things when they look at me. pomegranite seeds are the most beautiful thing. now i am feeling like a puddle. it huuuuurts. way too flat. plus, i am failing math. or minus. or what not. what is not: smily happy cherub morgan. remember how yesterday was duck day? i was a mean fuck duck yesterday.admiral alannanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182231.post-1071097229993784132003-12-10T14:40:00.000-08:002003-12-10T15:08:06.630-08:00alanna's brawl is chafing. "OW! IT ITCHES!" she says she's glad i'm morgan instead of dad.
" OH! AH! HOOOOOOO!...goodbye brawl." i hayte today. it was so piece of hell. besides the fact that my math test is on tomorrow -cringe.on tomorrow. must stop listening to mr. brown's intercom speeches- my history book was stolen. i wish my math test would get stolen. i am a disgrace to the town of admiral alannanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182231.post-1071023867975156782003-12-09T18:12:00.000-08:002003-12-09T18:41:49.056-08:00i wake up way too early every morning. it just eats my soul. like acid. mouse said lena said we -amelia, eileen, sara, me- said we HATED mouse
(1. that's too teen life soap opera to even comprehend!COBBLESCOFF!
2. it is not possible to hate mouse. especially me, because i OWN him. he is my DOG.
we're on the eighth year of ownership, here, lena. do you here me, you little VIPOR?!)
besides, she's admiral alannanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182231.post-1071012999136241622003-12-09T14:51:00.000-08:002003-12-10T15:09:52.020-08:00"hell for leather" is my new favorite phrase. i had a good weekend. there was a bit of confusion concerning my house, very fine house, and what i was suppose to do when and where that friday night after becca's show. becca's show...was GODLY! GODLY! hhhmmm-godly-hmmmm. i'm in a state of frustrated stuck-in-headness, that usually follows that bliss state that was becca's show. i was reduced to morgiepoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07175023305034736550noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182231.post-1071010216715024822003-12-09T14:43:00.000-08:002003-12-09T14:51:30.450-08:00things to do before i perish/ bite the big one (the big moon cookie in the sky one that, truth be told, tastes like salted cardboard and knee pit.)
1. go to New Zeland, buy a door
2. flick boogers at cheston, cackle haha
3. passionately love letter the napkins in a gross utaw diner and leave them in napkin box
4. change last name to pillow, spoon, or drop last name all together
5. become math morgiepoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07175023305034736550noreply@blogger.com