Leanne

Sun, 25 Jan 2009 00:22:49 GMT

So I haven't used this in a long time.

Pokemon.

Mon, 14 Jul 2008 11:00:15 GMT

My level 15 team of justice just kicked the crap out of Brent's team. TEE HEE. (But Geoff is still kicking the crap out of me.)

Mine.
Espeon or "Iheart69".

Kadabra or "KAFAPRA".

Tyranitar or "T-REXITAR".

Latias or "CHIISAIRYU".

Haunter or "SLIMER".

Starmie or "FAT*DONGS".

Brent.
Charizard.

Ho-oh.

Glaceon.

Steelix.

Wailord.

Jolteon.

Geoffrey's.
Darkrai.

Dragonite.

Tyranitar.

Salamence.

Latios.

Lucario.

Yeah. They're all shiny too by the way. We're raising them from level 2 up. But we're all at 15 now I believe.

Mon, 26 May 2008 01:09:04 GMT

Fuck my life.

Sat, 10 May 2008 18:54:29 GMT

Well, here it is:

Adventures in BFF-land.

Thu, 20 Mar 2008 17:56:49 GMT

We arrive at daddy's "house". Yeah. "House."

Peaches wasn't thrilled to see me. (Go figure.) But! I wish I could've gotten a shot of her kissing Geoffrey. That was the most adorable thing I've ever seen.

Whilist feeding the animals, we came across the most spoiled cat on the planet. (He had his own room. -_-)

Back from Chandler, we picked up Taco Bell. 8) And spent most of the rest of the night playing Super Game Boy. (Pokemon Yellow looks fantastic on a 42 inch flat screen.)

K done. :-*

Tue, 18 Mar 2008 18:11:52 GMT

Spring break was restful.

I miss Geoffrey.

Sun, 24 Feb 2008 19:36:48 GMT

So. I got to see Taylor last night. <3

Thu, 21 Feb 2008 10:59:11 GMT

Happy two year anniversary to Brent and myself. :-*
Yayyy. This is a good day.

Wed, 20 Feb 2008 00:07:49 GMT

Taylor's going to be in town this weekend. I can not contain my excitement. :P
Goodness, I miss him terribly.

Tue, 19 Feb 2008 05:28:24 GMT

Sup. My mom's 41.

Sun, 17 Feb 2008 12:26:39 GMT

Well these two days have been very uneventful.
Brent and Geoffrey went to Vegas. They come back today.

I am cleaning the apartment. 25% done with the living room. God. I'll never get done before they get home. :(

Wed, 13 Feb 2008 21:37:28 GMT

Sup. Valentine's Day is tomorrow.
K done.

Fri, 01 Feb 2008 08:57:02 GMT

Typical night with your best friend.

-Make plans via texting about 6 hours too early.
-End up running late because: A. You're not entirely dolled up, or B. CALL OF DUTY 4.
-Debate back and forth to decide who is the driver of the night.
-The person NOT chosen to drive clearly gets to choose the music of the car ride to and from. (Usually involves a mix of Pokemon music and old 80's soundtracks.)
-Hit up one of two malls food court for either Panda Express or Sarku Japan. (Gotta love the asian food.)
-Clearly keep yourself occupied with your phone, or the other person's phone so you avoid awkward eye-contact conversation when neither of you have anything to say.
-Stare very rudely at every person mildly un-attractive to ease the mood. (Occasionally throw in a remark or too, but usually the look does it.)
-Don't forget to stereo-type EVERY ONE, and I mean EVERY ONE.
-Hit up GameStop to look at the same games you always look at, and push the other to spend $50 that neither of you have laying around.
-If you're the unfortunate buyer of the night, you come up with a plan to force the other to want something so incredibly badly that they might end up spending money too.
-Best Buy is ALWAYS needed, especially if you're both anxiously awaking the 3rd part of Pokemon Season 1. (Which is out by the way.)
-Make jokes about each other's taste in video games. Should take about an hour. Maybe two.
-Dance around the fact that maybe one of you, OR BOTH, is a homosexual. Then proceed to give each other fashion tips straight out of GAY MAG 2000.
-Spend aproximately 15 minutes compliment fishing. This is very important. Gotta boost your ego, after all.
-Then spend the next hour talking about your god-complex.
-Sing, and almost certainly dance on the car ride back while making a short pit stop at your usual gas station.
-Purchase 2 drinks: one clearly not an energy drink, and one clearly cocaine in a can. Purchase candy to split, and occasionally another splitable treat.
-The person not driving is solely responsible for distracting the driver any way possible. Keep in mind: tickling is NOT allowed.
-Plop on the couch and switch off playing your favorite video games for a good three hours while the other narrates your playing.
-Always remember to never respect privacy, and always have your bestfriend's phone IN HAND in case of an emergency text.
-Notice it's getting late and sit in silence uncomfortably until one of you decides it's time for the other to leave. Or vice versa.
-Hug outside in the cold while planning tomorrow's fiasco.

Ah such is the life. I'm going to bed.

Tue, 29 Jan 2008 22:14:45 GMT

It's that time of the year again.

Mon, 21 Jan 2008 00:07:37 GMT

FINALLY.

Sat, 19 Jan 2008 23:30:35 GMT

I'm going to cut to the chase:
I am the happiest I've been in months.

Fri, 18 Jan 2008 21:05:23 GMT

She shoots, she scores.

Wed, 16 Jan 2008 20:49:34 GMT

Well. Last night was quite interesting.

Mon, 14 Jan 2008 20:07:51 GMT

Climb trees. Go out on a limb. To find me. Forget about him. Forget about him.

Well, school's back, and my first class not-surprisingly is full of complete idiots. Right on. Well, one class on Monday's for now, but we'll see once I get the stuff cleared up with my advisor.

On a nicer note, I spent most of yesterday out and about. Fixed my tire, had lunch, watched some movies with Scott and Randy. I even got to see Taylor. For what it's worth, seeing him is always a pleasure. Even if I do get annoyed.

Even hung out with Geoffrey too. Almost fell asleep on his couch, but that's nothing new. Kid sucks at Call of Duty 4, but I'm just glad he has a 360 honestly.

Well, I've got things to do today so I best go shower again and head out.

*Note: Gotta remind myself to ask Brent to help take out the trash tonight.

Thu, 10 Jan 2008 20:33:34 GMT

I am tired of this dance. Let's be honest with each other. No hints, no walls.

Damnit, I already know how you feel. Just fucking SAY it.

Wed, 02 Jan 2008 20:57:31 GMT

Mentar Endofenii: i am not a t-rex :(

Lies. Lies. Lies.

Happy note: I spent two weeks fixing my not-broken computer just because FFR was jumping on me. Oh goodness. Well, at least it's the cleanest it's been in months. And -even better- I can FFR with ease now.

Mon, 31 Dec 2007 14:04:56 GMT

Tomorrow you didn't. Yesterday you won't. Cause I know everything you say you're gonna do, you don't. That's a given. Doesn't matter anyway. I know what love wasn't. I know what love isn't. So when you say you're gonna change you've gotta be kiddin'. Tomorrow you didn't. Hey hey. I'm outta here today.

Happy New Years Eve, aye?

No more Laith. :/

Geoffrey is mad at me too. Again?

What the hell did I do this time?

Sun, 30 Dec 2007 19:40:20 GMT

FR: Tay-Rex
You're stellar and pretty much the most awesome person in the world
Dec 30, 5:41 am

Tue, 25 Dec 2007 21:54:10 GMT

Merry Christmas.

Since everyone I got gifts for has already gotten them, or already knows what I am getting, or can't read this at the moment. I think a spoiler is in order.

Brent: Gigantic red Yoshi & Need for Speed ProStreet. For the Wii of course.
Taylor: Socks (yeah what the fuck) & a small T-Rex plushie.
Geoffrey: Zelda track jacket, Initial D Trueno plushie, & "an unicorn" so he can "hath as it were" the strength of it.
Ryan: Johnny Cash Christmasn DVD & Famous Movie Quotes poster (for his apartment of course).
Anie: Giant Chocobo (I don't know how to spell it. It's a giant bird thing.) plushie.
Scott: Japanese elements framed picture, & two Star Wars books.
Kody: PS2 controller.
Kevin: Resident Evil: Umbrella Chronicles.

As far as I remember, that's all I bought.
Yes, I spoiled them this year.

I didn't ask for anything, but here's what I've gotten so far. (Most of the gifts will come tonight at Scott's, or whenever I get ahold of Geoff. Or rather when he gets ahold of me. I am not calling him.)

-Gift cards up the anus.
-Money up the anus.
-Mario Party DS.
-UNO cards. (HAHA BRENT. VERY FUNNY. >:O)

Anyway. Have a fun Christmas.

Mon, 01 Oct 2007 09:24:44 GMT

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's
and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"
because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of it's new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it

Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly

That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
he wrote another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't think
he could reach the kitchen