The Angry English Nerd Speaketh!

Soooo...apparently Doom is the title of a video game. I meant it to be like things "of doom" or "doom" as ome of my favorite words ever in my Blogger profile, so I clicked on it to see why all my interests are links on there and I got the blogs of a bunch of gaming geeks on there. Oops. Oh well, "doom" is still one of my favorite words ever, so it's staying.

DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

Random E-Mail of the Day from Yesterday:

"We can dance if we want to!
We can leave your friends behind!
'Cause if your friends don't dance, and if they don't dance
Well, then they're no friends of mine!
-Cory!"

I think he's one of Laura's friends...but he did a "reply all" to Laura's inquiry about IMs and wrote the chorus of "Safety Dance."

Okay...reason number 7,243 not to accept random ramblings from fan sites as truth. That's where I got the spelling of Ash's magic words (see post below) from Army of Darkness and I got an e-mail from Mindy the other day explaining that they were actually from some older movie like The Day the Earth Stood Still or something like that. Army of Darkness just referred to it but changed the spelling a bit. See here.

I finished housesitting for Ms. West on Monday. I'm still in envy of the cable. Nicktoons TV...duuuuude.

KLAATU BARADA NIKTO!

Eh. Random Army of Darkness reference. I think Theo's blog still beats mine in the randomness game, though. :oP

My Bloginality is INTJ!

Whoo-hoo. Yeah, I'm bored. I need to annoy Ms. West...arrgh...

Today I got an interesting e-mail. I think it's in Latin, and I think it's meant to be spam, but it's still quite peculiar that I'd get anything in Latin through the e-mail. Maybe I'll look it up on some internet translator to figure out whether they're pushing male enhancement in a dead language. The title is classic Spamish: "hi Zenaida sinkstone Araucano Camaldulian's Gaullism's," and the spammer (rgjgrjgrjg207@bitworks.com) is someone I've never even heard of before. If anyone knows who that is...ask them what the heck this is:

"Nulla, dolore amet, blandit wisi, ullamcorper ad magna ut odio, minim ipsum. Iriure enim dolor et ut aliquip elit zzril veniam luptatum, nostrud feugiat illum nostrud. Velit amet in accumsan in qui commodo consequat vulputate, vel, odio augue. Et vero, nulla suscipit suscipit in quis odio molestie zzril feugait eum consequat feugiat blandit, feugait luptatum autem commodo aliquip zzril velit ullamcorper in tincidunt.Wisi nostrud facilisi blandit augue consequat consequat tation aliquam nostrud consectetuer in feugait laoreet lorem consectetuer enim sit lobortis, wisi quis praesent et vero velit. Nulla ea ut suscipit hendrerit, lobortis ea aliquip aliquip accumsan, te nulla enim magna delenit et luptatum euismod vel adipiscing facilisis dolor velit odio. Molestie te, tation, praesent aliquip vulputate quis laoreet ad iriure iusto commodo, euismod dolore dolor. Ullamcorper nulla tation vel, enim dignissim minim nulla hendrerit dolore, eu aliquam esse, iriure.Ut et ut aliquip elit zzril veniam luptatum, nostrud feugiat illum nostrud exerci amet in accumsan in qui commodo consequat vulputate, vel. Lobortis augue qui vero, nulla suscipit suscipit in quis odio molestie zzril feugait eum consequat feugiat blandit. Ut luptatum autem commodo aliquip zzril velit ullamcorper in tincidunt nisl wisi sit lobortis at esse duis, duis, dolor, vel duis dolore tation nisl esse dolore. Enim eros, elit ex, wisi illum eum ex vulputate in nulla, eu nisl. Hendrerit illum volutpat, autem iusto nibh duis veniam feugiat ad duis diam adipiscing facilisis at ex feugait dolore at ut blandit molestie lorem exerci erat quis. Quis tincidunt, nonummy et accumsan te ipsum erat accumsan minim ullamcorper, dolore amet, blandit wisi, ullamcorper ad magna ut."

Anyway, this morning...has not been my morning. Entertaining spam aside, I believe my problems began in my morning shower. Grr. I cut my fingernail in half when the razor slipped out of my hand and my left knee decided to imitate the "geyser of red paint" from Army of Darkness. Ouchies.

Whoever invented leg shaving should be beaten to death in the deepest pit of you-know-where by hairy Frenchwomen. Grr.

Then I went to Safeway to pick up pictures and a new camera battery. One roll of three was in: the grad night photos. I got the picture with the steel drum guyt back and Theo didn't get the steel drums in the picture. Spoot! Anyway, he's not answering IMs because he's on his stupid cell phone and I'm bored to death. It's a day while all the little kids are still in school...must take advantage of said day...maybe I'll pester Jacque.

When I went to the post office, I was almost rear-ended by some moron in a monster truck who wanted to go around me. It was stupid narrow little 116th, and there's no left turn lane, and the blithering idiot couldn't wait for me to turn, so he goes around me right as I went to turn. If I was the bird-flipping sort, I'd have honked, stuck the finger out the window, and yelled terrible things at the dolt. But I'm not, and I didn't, though I wasn't happy. Tomorrow I shall get my revenge. I'm going to pull into the middle of that lane so nobody can pass me on the right (there's no lane over there--it's just a two lane road but people pass on the right anyway) and laugh my bum off at whoever tries to nudge their car to the right of my car's big fatty rear end. Too bad I can't borrow Mom's Caddy...mwahaha...it's a tank. Anyway, unless you're an ambulance, nobody's hurries are more important than my car's rear end.

Oh well...off to find a Latin translator and figure out the very strange e-mail.

I should really change the weather girl to Waco, TX, instead of Wichita Falls, TX. But...I dunno...I like Wichita Falls and I'm not in Waco yet. I like Waco, too, but if you ask me, Tyler or Longview are a lot cooler due to more trees and crawfish restaurants. Why did Olive Garden take the crawfish pastas off the menu? Grr. Did Washingtonians figure out where crawfish come from, LOL? But...ahhhh...too lazy to mess with the sidebar now. Too bad there's no big beefy weatherman to put over there, LOL. This is why the Chum Bucket currently has a countdown to June 12, 2005...whoops...

"Ha! I am not the only one who is geeky enough to memorize Buffy. Naner."--Ms. West, about me looking for the definition of the word "yabo" and getting responses.

Though I shouldn't post the aforementioned definition to "yabo" because if any of her sophomores found this blog, there would most likely be rioting, pointing, and mad laughter. Bad stuff.

On a sidenote, I should straighten my hair because I went to all the trouble to blow-dry it into behaving yesterday, but I really don't want to. This is the reason I should be rich and famous when I grow up and have gorgeous man-servants to mess with my hair so I don't have to. Yippee. But for the time being, I'm lazy and I don't wanna but I suppose I will anyway to spare myself the agony of looking like I have roadkill on my head.

Here's an e-mail survey from a few weeks ago...thought it was interesting, though I feel bad because some moron shot Laura's cat who's named Porsche. There's never a good reason for senseless kitty violence.

>1. What is your full name? Stephanie Leigh Schrader
>
>2. What color pants are you wearing right now? blue jeans
>
>3. What are you listening to right now? the TV...parents watching Fox News
>about Ronald Reagan's death.
>
>4. What are the last 2 digits of your phone number? 23
>
>5. What was the last thing you ate? Mexi-Nuggets from Taco Bell after the
>choir concert :o)
>
>6. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? the pretty red
>one...people
>would fight over me ;o)
>
>7. Last person you talked to on the phone. Mom
>
>8. How is the weather right now? yucky/drizzly/almost cold
>
>9. First thing you notice about the opposite sex. Depends on the
>guy...usually something that's said or facial features.
>
>10. Do you like the person who sent this to you? Yes! Amanda rules.
>
>11. How are you today? Yucky and procrastinatey. I hate projects. Grr.
>
>12. Favorate Drink? mocha coconut Frappuchinos (discontinued...grr.),
>virgin
>margaritas, or Dr. Pepper.
>
>13. Favorite alcoholic drink? I don't drink.
>
>14. Favorite sport? football's fun to watch?
>
>15. Hair color? brown
>
>16. Eye color? brown
>17. Do you wear contacts? yes
>18. Siblings? no
>
>19. Favorite month? July! SUMMER! (Soon to be June...it's summer for
>college and my birthday, but it sucks now with finals.)
>
>20. Favorite food? lasagna with lots of cheese
>
>21. Last movie you watched? Pirates of the Caribbean
>
>22. Favorite day of the year? Christmas...June 11 (Senior Breakfast/First
>Day
>of No High School Classes/My BIRTHDAY!) is a close second, though...
>
>23. Are you too shy to ask someone out? Usually...I don't have time to have
>experience with that sort of thing.
>
>24. Hugs or kisses? Hugs.
>
>25. Chocolate or vanilla? CHOCOLATE!
>
>26. Do you want your friends to write back? I don't care.
>
>27. Who is most likely to respond? I don't know.
>
>28. Who is least likely to respond? Everyone.
>
>29. Living arrangements? With parents...but in August, it'll be the awesome
>geek dorm at Baylor with a roommate! Yay Memorial! (Warning: Stef is
>going to
>probably be the roommate from...not a happy place. I like long showers,
>writing stuff at 2 AM, and "SpongeBob SquarePants.")
>
>30. What books are you reading? Maskerade by Terry Pratchett (finally!)
>
>31. What is on your mouse pad? It's the downstairs one that's teal and says
>"COMPUSA" on it. :oP Mine's SpongeBob.
>
>32. Favorite game? Sardines! Truth or Dare's funny, too. (Though I tend
>to
>pick truth and have very little to discuss...)
>
>33. What did you do last night? The Anti-Pops Concert at school...then ate
>some Taco Bell...then slept. SLEPT. Yes. Ohhhhhhh yes.
>
>34. Can you touch your nose with your tongue? no
>
>35. Favorite smells? lasagna cooking, raspberries
>
>36. What is your least favorite thing? Washington--specifically western
>Washington. I must leave and go find somewhere far more interesting and
>less
>soggy. :o)
>
>37. Who inspires you? Everyone in some way...even mean people who inspire
>me
>not to be quite so mean.
>
>38. What are your goals in life? Survive next week. Go to Baylor. Not
>resort to cannibalism and eat my roommate. Finish college. Finish law
>school. Be
>a lawyer. Get a bright red Porsche Carerra. :o)

I love Taco Bell's new sauce packets with funny sayings all over them. "Fire sauce...the new ketchup." Mwahahaaaaa...gives me an evil idea of what to do to someone who doesn't like spicy stuff too much sometime...

(Just kidding...I'm usually not that evil. Usually.)

I have to send off some of the final Baylor stuff today...they're going to open the letter, sniff, and say, "Hmm...Taco Bell." I licked the envelope. I hate licking envelopes. I always have to wonder if admissions offices ever play "Guess the Fragrant Food" with the envelopes they receive.

Anyway, I turned in my English reflection piece (whoops...she gave me credit for it, anyway, because I think she knew I'd do it) and picked up my diploma today. Now it's off to the mailbox when I finish the Taco Bell. Mmmmm...pollo. :o)

Huzzah! Why didn't I look at kcls.org's eLibrary database earlier?! Grr. But I found a ton of Janet Evanovich articles for my author project, a couple with quotable quotes on modern feminism (something about how we now admire girls who can beat up a guy just as easily as she can woo him into bed--accounts for Stephanie Plum's fashion sense, Jamie Swift's incanny ability to dress like a hooker at Rawlins' church, and all the random acts of violence, yay!)...so Stef is semi-happy. Now I just have to write the bleeping bibliography. Grr. Pickled fish!

Senior Sunday at church...yay! I got cake, a couple books (Dr. Seuss's Oh, the Places You'll Go! and The Top Ten List for Graduates: Priorities for Faithful Living and a little "Angel of Learning." Yay for graduation booty! I seem to be the only one going out of state. Oh well, I'm happy, and hopefully everyone else is happy, too.

Anyway, speaking of places to go, I just found out that Brandon of Prom Date Fame is headed to Albuquerque, New Mexico for his mission trip. Awesomeness...warm place, close to snow, and spicy food galore. Lots of luck!

Why do I suddenly get the peculiar feeling that I'm going to be up 'til 3 on this tonight? And the Spanish final. And the end-of-year note to Mrs. Henderson...hmmmm...I'm screwed. Oh well.

[Correction 6/14/04: Jamie Swift is the character in Full Speed. Jamie Hall is a chick from school. Whoops. Many, many apologies for the mistake.]

Hmmmm...very interesting read that reminds me of how much I want to eventually rip apart the political opinion pieces in the Fleet Street News...though this article tends to make a few assumptions. Iraq is the world's worst environmental offender? I dunno...even if draining an ancient marshland, killing the people, flora, and fauna there, and dumping/burning oodles of oil here would get Bush flogged and fed to rabid alligators, I somehow have to wonder if there's perhaps a larger country with even more damage to the world. Nice use of quotes in the article, though...grr...I wish I had time to smite the Fleet Street ones...they were rather laughable for the lack of quotes and/or candidates' (mostly Kerry's...I thought the Kerry POV piece had a lot of whining about Bush and not nearly enough about what the heck he plans to do about all the oh-so-horrible things that have occurred for the past four years) possible solutions to current issues.

Pray for Ryan...possibly going to Iraq. Poor guy...I hope nothing terrible happens to him (or for any others sent over there, for that matter).

Grr. Researching Janet Evanovich. I can only use two internet sources, so I'm having to look for newspaper articles online. It blows. I haven't even gotten to the annotated bibliography yet. Grr...