posted on April 15, 2004 @ 2:17 am
you've been saved my pictures for a long time. unfortunately, this time has come to a dramatic end, as this entry is filled with god (and those who can count) only knows how many pictures. i'm working the overnight tonight, so i've had plenty of time to name/edit/sort/upload/organize these. and i'm not even finished! i feel the hatred and alt. F4s seeping through my screen.
what entry would be complete without cat pictures, right? here are two of beans:
there's a opposum living in our complex, at least he was a few weeks ago. jennifer and i always joked about getting a opposum and naming him "o" (get it?), so here's the [cripplingly cute] o:
the son, the father, and the holy ghost, it doesn't get any cuter. oh my god his cuteness makes me melty.
the bushes in my apartment were blooming and lovely for a while, but they've since died. thusly, in their honor:
and the battle scar from my street brawl!
mmm bruised, bloody goodness. for bravery in the face of bitter defeat, i got these from owen.
they are/were pink. :) i love owen! apparently he loves me, too, and soon he'll be my third pet. eee.
steph, mona, josh, and jared barged into my home one night, the first three being rather trashed. since i was sober for most their visit, i got really cute pictures.
the happiness, the cuteness!
mach 2.6 x 10-2:
i went home friday since we didn't work, as previously mentioned. at first maggie was suspicious of me,
but she got used to me being around.
i photographed the "petroleum building" because everyone seems to find it funny when i mention it. here's my proof, it's really called the "petroleum building:"
the whole building's that blue, and i absolutely adore it.
once when i was a senior (junior?), bryan, stephanie, brandon (bryan's younger brother), eric and i discovered if you try to pull down the escape ladder of this building,
an alarm will go off, police sirens will sound from a couple blocks away, and you will be left hauling ass to the parking lot behind said building, fumbling with the keys to your car as four people are yelling, "chelsea go! fucking go! start the car!" ah, memories. mom really liked hearing about that when i showed her this picture. ;)
this house:
has a notice on it, the white pages stapled to one of the columns, asking for its destruction from some environmental guy. the windows weren't always boarded up, and i saw a flattened cat through one of them. i'm hoping it died of natural causes and then dehydrated. it was literally about an inch thick. i also found a dirty diaper in the lawn. i'd give a toe if i could [safely] root through this place. all the signs said i was criminally trespassing, though.
i like knowing where i can get reliable music and cigarettes.
ore city, the stuff that nightmares are made of. mostly because people who drive cars like this
live there. :sigh:
and here's my sarah section. she's oh so fabulously cool and a big retardo, but then again, so am i.
this is her shoe:
but on my foot. i don't think her flip flops should fit me. [note the most awesome brown pants.]
she's got a clock that projects the time in little laser lights. it's really neat.
mom got a new car.
i took a picture from the sunroof, and she said that's how her brain feels.
sunday we went to nana and papaw's (which is from whose driveway the picture of mom's kia is taken).
you know where you are? you're in the jungle, baby! you're gonna die! actually those are like two inches tall or something. aren't they adorable? i don't know what they are, but i like 'em!
papaw and i were in his shop getting o-rings
[me: "what's that going to do?"
papaw: "probably nothing."]
to try and fix the pump on my windshield wiper fluid which frank and i tried to fix which is unfixable in my opinion. he showed me what i glued together at christmas 16 years ago, at the wee age of five years and three months:
we get the house and trees, but we're not sure what the big block in front is. hmm.
amy, mom's best friend since forever, showed up with her children, blake (8) and austin (6). here's that bit-o-stuff.
caption: "broken, bruised, forgotten, sore." sarah accidentally kicked him in the face and gave him a black eye. haha.
caption: "simon says give sarah a bad hair day."
i must own a skeleton shirt like that one day.
we went to see scooby doo via louisiana highway 3132. for some length of it, there's this wall.
it's very thin, and see how it has steps at its end? i don't know what its purpose is. when i was young i always envisioned riding a bike along it, one of those mountain bikes with the ridiculously thin tires.
i went to a daycare just minutes from our home, just past the on-ramp for 3132, that gave me lice twice and some sort of worm that comes out in your poo (tapeworm?).
the bathrooms were outside with no shelter whatsoever. there were little curves to go through to keep you from being seen by passersby, but the toilet was just sitting there in the open. thinking back, it was the most disgusting thing ever. i'm sure many of my ailments stem from that toilet. :shudder: it's got a different name and all now, so maybe it's not so gross.
and second to last but not least, i got my hair chopped off:
and last and least, happy easter from whataburger.
god bless the bible belt.
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