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Tuesday, October 19, 2004
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I'm such a 14-year old sometimes. :)
Good evening with Scott & Brock and a Blockbuster rental. I was begging for a thriller to satisify some October-cravings...they picked out Godsend though and it was not good. It was still a fun time. If you're going to watch a bad movie, it's best viewed with folks who will make fun of it. And replay the funny parts over and over and over again. Maybe I should get a DVD player. heh.
10:42:48 PM 
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Okay, so maybe you didn't find the horse-story posting as amusing as I did. But, seriously, it's been like two hours and I can't stop smiling. And I'm giggly. And this is the way I feel best. So, it doesn't happen all the time...it's a lot and it's good. Yay!
3:08:31 PM
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Rebecca says:
There once was a girl pony who didn't have a bow.
Rebecca says:
She was sad.
Dallas says:
Like a hunting bow?
Rebecca says:
She didn't fit in with the other girl ponies, and the boy ponies knew she didn't have...well, you know.
Dallas says:
A violin bow?
Rebecca says:
hair-bow
Dallas says:
Oh
Rebecca says:
So, one day she made a plan.
Rebecca says:
She waited until 11:45...when all the girl ponies were napping.
Rebecca says:
And then she snuck up and stole one of their bows.
Dallas says:
They have a pretty strict schedule
Rebecca says:
And then napped.
Rebecca says:
And woke up happy and accepted.
Rebecca says:
Yay for stolen bows!
Dallas says:
What about the one she took it from?
Dallas says:
Was she ostrecized?
Dallas says:
I don't like that story.
Dallas says:
It's too morally ambigous.
Rebecca says:
Once upon a time, there was a girl who longed to have a pony. Sitting in her room, she'd squeeze her eyes shut tight and imagine that she was frolicking along with the pony through the hay fields.
Rebecca says:
But, alas, she had no pony.
Rebecca says:
The end.
Dallas says:
Your stories are sad
Rebecca says:
Your story was sad for me! You kicked me in the head!@
Dallas says:
But it was exciting.
Dallas says:
Something happened.
Rebecca says:
okay, so remove the "the end"
Dallas says:
There was an emotional payoff
Rebecca says:
One day she figured out what she could do. She ran down to the local pony-farmers home and went a little postal...she blew off the heads of the owners and then....she had LOTS of ponies!
Dallas says:
Part II: Revenge of the Ponies...
Dallas says:
That night while the little girl slept, the ponies crept into her house... up the stairs... and into her room... and slowly... quietly... over to her bed.
Dallas says:
They noticed her sleeping there with her little bows in her hair, and they thought how precious she looked.
Dallas says:
How could they kill such a sweet, innocent angel?
Dallas says:
"Like this," Dallas the most beautiful of the ponies cried as he beat her to death with his magnificent hooves.
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Dallas says:
Fun fact: ponies can't steal bows.
2:22:42 PM
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I love to chat with Dallas. Sometimes we have really great conversations like this one (warning...it really was 8 pages and i took out everything else):
Dallas says:
We should write a book about ponies!
Rebecca says:
YAY!
Rebecca says:
I want to go horse-back riding...seriously.
Dallas says:
Why do we say that?
Dallas says:
horse-back riding?
Dallas says:
Is there any other way to ride a horse?
Rebecca says:
Say what?
Dallas says:
horse-front riding?
Dallas says:
horse-face riding?
Dallas says:
Once upon a time there was a pony named "Dallas"
Dallas says:
One day, while Dallas was frolicking in the feild he came upon little girl named Reba
Dallas says:
and he kicked her right in the *$%&ing head!
Dallas says:
The end.
Dallas says:
That is seriously the best thing I have written in years
Rebecca says:
I'm glad I write stories more than you
Dallas says:
You didn't like that one?
Rebecca says:
I didn't.
Dallas says:
Why?
Dallas says:
It had everything... action, adventure, whimsy.
Dallas says:
...ponies
Rebecca says:
It was a sentence, not a story.
Dallas says:
2
Rebecca says:
"that is seriously the best sentence I've written in years"
Dallas says:
It was a two-parter
Dallas says:
a real cliffhanger
Rebecca says:
That is a great story.
Dallas says:
Yay!
Dallas says:
Who is your favorite pony?
Dallas says:
DALLAS!
Dallas says:
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA
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Dallas says:
Fun Fact: Dallas was actually the name of Barbie's horse.
1:49:22 PM
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I'm hoping someone knows how I can fix this...
Last week with all the computer glitches, our admin took it upon himself (and I don't blame him) to do all the upgrades I've been avoiding with him. One was to move my Outlook all to Exchange and my computer to Windows XP. Now the worlds most annoying thing happens in Outlook. I have outlook open, I get a message, I read it, respond/delete/whatever. I do this very quickly. A few seconds later the little pop-up comes up in the bottom right-hand tray that I have a new message and snipit of the message I've already disposed of. And then it gives me an envelope like I have new mail. I don't. And I can't get rid of it 'cause there's no unread mail for me to mark as read.
Seriously. I'll buy a drink for anyone that can tell me how to make this not happen (and the solution can't be to get rid of the alerts/envelope all together).
12:32:58 PM
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Lunch made me feel a little better...I actually cooked at home: cheesy/mushroom-omelet and some fish.
Also, now I'm having this overwhelming urge to go to Alaska and go dogsledding. Is it mean to dogs? I wouldn't want to do so if it is, but otherwise it sure looks fun.
12:26:13 PM
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Martha Stewart
Prisoner number 55170-054
Alderson Federal Prison Camp
Glen Ray Road, Box B
Alderson, West Virginia 24910
11:27:06 AM
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For no good reason at all, I feel a bit whiney and scared and scattered this morning.
And, according to Eric, I look like I just roled out of bed. That's what happens when you have medium-length wavy hair, go to bed with it wet and wake up to a rainy day...
Whiney - I'm hungry, I feel like I'm getting a cold (starting in my eye?), something about my body is feeling jittery (like I had too much coffee, but I only had one cup), I don't feel like being at work, I heard annoying rumors....blah, blah, blah. Thank goodness I'm not feeling chatty, so I haven't actually complained to anyone.
Scared - This ever-so-often fear that I'm waiting and planning around things that are never going to happen...and in doing so, I'm missing out on other things. Part of me feels like I need to let go of one of my desires and just move away from it and this other part of me is like, "DON'T DO IT, BEBA." I don't know what to do and I don't even want to really talk about it 'cause I could guess the advice of each of my friends, but in the long run I know that none of them know this part of my heart or really understand it...nor will they have to live with the decision. So, yeah. I feel kinda scared and that makes me want to be in a warm bed....with a cuddle-partner or just a good book until I know what I want with some absolute clarity that is difficult to achieve with the1000 inputs of a work-place.
Scattered - I'm a mess. The hair, my desk, my car, and a bit my apartment. All three could be fixed within an hour, I just don't feel like it (see "Whiney" above).
Bah humbug.
I know music at lunch would fix it, but I'm not feeling a big urge to be fixed. It'll happen.
11:11:11 AM
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