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:: 26.10.02 ::

Bah. Where to post? Well I finally was able to get a live journal code for free. You have to have another member get you a code in order for you to use it-or else you have to pay. So I have one now, and I like their setup better than blogger so I am going to use it for my postings-If you want the link all you have to do is ask me and I'll give it to you. So...okay-catch ya on the flip side.
:: 26.10.02 [+] ::
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The Top 15 Biblical Ways to Acquire a Wife

-Find an attractive prisoner of war, bring her home, shave her head, trim her nails, and give her new clothes. Then she's yours. (Deuteronomy 21:11-13)
-Find a prostitute and marry her. (Hosea 1:1-3)
-Find a man with seven daughters, and impress him by watering his flock. -- Moses (Exodus 2:16-21)
-Purchase a piece of property, and get a woman as part of the deal. -- Boaz (Ruth 4:5-10)
-Go to a party and hide. When the women come out to dance, grab one and carry her off to be your wife. -- Benjaminites (Judges 21:19-25)
-Have God create a wife for you while you sleep. Note: this will cost you a rib. -- Adam (Genesis 2:19-24)
-Agree to work seven years in exchange for a woman's hand in marriage. Get tricked into marrying the wrong woman. Then work another seven years for the woman you wanted to marry in the first place.
-That's right. Fourteen years of toil for a woman. -- Jacob (Genesis 29:15-30)
-Cut off 200 foreskins off of your future father-in-law's enemies and get his daughter for a wife. -- David (I Samuel 18:27)
-Even if no one is out there, just wander around a bit and you'll definitely find someone. (It's all relative of course.) -- Cain (Genesis 4:16-17)
-Become the emperor of a huge nation and hold a beauty contest. -- Xerxes or Ahasuerus (Esther 2:3-4)
-When you see someone you like, go home and tell your parents, "I have seen a ...woman; now get her for me." If your parents question your decision, simply say, "Get her for me. She's the one for -me." -- Samson (Judges 14:1-3)
-Kill any husband and take HIS wife. (Prepare to lose four sons though). -- David (2 Samuel 11)
-Wait for your brother to die. Take his widow. (It's not just a good idea, it's the law). -- Onan and Boaz (Deuteronomy or Leviticus, example in Ruth)
-Don't be so picky. Make up for quality with quantity. -- Solomon (1 Kings 11:1-3)
-A wife?...NOT!!! -- Paul (1 Corinthians 7:32-35)

:: 9.10.02 [+] ::
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I love the word "tainted." Two reasons come to mind. One, I think about the song "Tainted Love," and I really like that song and the idea of 'tainted love' in itself. Two, I remember the night when Erik Sanderson had a party-we were making jungle juice in that huge plastic tub...Sam waved the vodka bottle over the tub and let it drip in while yelling "It's Tainted!!!" "It's Tainted!!!" as the vodka mixed with the kool-aid. PS I am on a drinking celibacy. Like most things I completely and randomly stop, concrete reasons? Maybe, maybe not. Nonetheless, It is. I hate (hate being the code word for jealousy in this case) Courtney! She is going to see Dirty O'Brien @ NYU. I tried telling Sam about the Strokes but she didn't talk to me. Maybe she was away from the computer, maybe she didn't want to talk. I don't know, what do I know? I'm an idiot. Sam not disliking me is key. Oh well, I should stop talking now. New topic: our town is the epitome of idiocy. The poll question come election time is about whether or not to add almost three dollars a month in taxes to contribute to a 3.6 million dollar project that only entails baseball diamonds, several fields, and a fucking concession stand. They plan to build two new parks (not even parks just some more soccer fields) by Dart Hill and fucking John Fitch Boulevard by Route 5, as well as adding ANOTHER field to Nevers and ANOTHER baseball diamond. If I had my way kids wouldn't need fancy dirt, grass, and plastic bases...you throw down a Frisbee or two, use a tree or mailbox, you got bases now just PLAY BALL GODDAMIT! Me and Kiera checked out and filmed the possible sites and it seems you'd have to cut down an awful lot of trees to make these parks...kind of ironic? Parks, preserving natural beauty...cutting down trees, the irony kills me. Anyways we got some stuff from the town clerk, a whole bunch of finances that obviously show it cost much, much more than perceived. In fact the original plan was proposed for 5 million and shot down two years ago by the town. I hate to get all dorky and parental but why don't we use the money for the schools? Our elementary schools are kind of rundown, the playgrounds are plastic and 5 feet by five feet, stop these budget cuts and salary cuts...they badgered the English department and poked at the rest-it's not fair. Ellis is gone, who next? It's an assignment for civics but we have grown quite passionate about almost as passionate as Nancy Kerensky losing her position in whatever the hell she really does. She hardcore freaked out our class upon visiting. She yelled at us for the future downfall of all politics...sketchy. Very sketchy. Tonight was the college fair...I'll write about it later as well as Saturdays excursion- I hate back tracking.
:: 9.10.02 [+] ::
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HOW WAS IT? THE SINGLE MOST WONDERFUL THING I'VE EVER EXPERIENCED! So sue me, it's a bit of an exaggeration but damn, is it worth the exaggeration. Oh my god. Oh my god. If you look up heaven in the dictionary you get a series of definitions about God and some other various religious propaganda but then there is definition number four which reads: 4 : a place or condition of utmost happiness Oh I have been to Heaven ladies and gentlemen, and heaven is Fab Moretti, Nick Valensi, Julian Casablancas, Nickolai Fraiture, and Albert Hammond. Serenading me with their songs and making me drool over their dynamic personalities and captivating good looks like a pathetic thirteen year old and the Backstreet Boys. I am definitely, most definitely having their babies. Fab drummed away his drum platform serving as a table for the various beers and alcoholic beverages for the group. Nick Valensi did his guitar deal almost completely expressionless which made me curious as to what was passing through his beautiful mind as he played/drank beer. Julian what can I say about Julian? He sang and drank in the same movement and it was glorious. Truly glorious. I breathed his air, and he breathed mine in turn. I think it was very key the way every now and then he would look at the audience, appear pissed off, stride to the beer, fuck the end of the song, take a swig and suddenly appear refreshed only moments later. Oh, Julian. Nickolai? What wasn't to love Nickolai. I don't think theirs anything, he of course, was nothing less than awesome. ALBERT! Albert, your dance moves will leave me forever screaming out in my sleep "Dance for me Albert! Dance! You are my minion, I am the puppet master!" And who can forget? The timeless ability to smoke a cigarette WITH NO HANDS. I guess that's an essential skill when you play an instrument that requires two hands. They played almost everything on their CD, as well as "Meet me in the Bathroom," "New York City Cops," "Sagganuts," and "Ze Newie." Now I'm not just physically attracted as I've made it seem but OBSESSED with their music, as well as the whole aura surrounding their cynical and gorgeous personas. Is this It? NEVER. We WILL meet again.
:: 6.10.02 [+] ::
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STROKES! I am leaving in five minutes to go see THE STROKES. Maybe then I can cordially invite them to the orgy? I'll try. I am going to call Dirty O'Brien from my cell so she can hear them...maybe Kels too, poor girl is working. But you know what I'm doing!!? SEEING THE STROKES. And after it's girl's night, version: all nighter-we are going to hit as many 24 hour spots as possible. But before that STROKES, STROKES STROKES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If you can't tell I'm crazy-mad-excited. Allright, you all have fun (I'll be having more!) tonight! the truth hurts.
:: 5.10.02 [+] ::
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Setup (MUCH NEEDED): Jane's family account for aol shuts off at 12, so it was agreed she would log onto my account, and that I would use netzero. She went on my family name from when we first got aol about six years back, thesapulas. Obviously being the creative family we were in choosing that name. Anyways, I merely suggested to Jane that she fuck with Anitra's head, just for kicks. Jane of course dived in like it was her job and screwed with Anitra's head in such a twisted, twisted, wrong way. She acted as Mother Sapula and gave Anitra THE SEX TALK. I wanted to slim it down but in the end I couldn't cut anything. So here it is, it's all Jane-give her the fucking props she deserves.

TheSapulas: 51/F HOT PICS!!!!!
RADAnitra: uh
RADAnitra: Mom?
TheSapulas: Oh Anitra! I'm sorry
TheSapulas: I meant to send that to someone else
RADAnitra: haha
TheSapulas: You know it's my anniversary
RADAnitra: yours and dads?
TheSapulas: 29 long years
TheSapulas: 29 long years, 26 or them which went by sexless. You know you should enjoy your sex life now that your in your prime
RADAnitra: Mom!
RADAnitra: don't tell me those things
TheSapulas: It's true
TheSapulas: I just wouldn't want you to miss out
TheSapulas: I had some fun in my prime
RADAnitra: Mom what is this
RADAnitra: you never gave me one of those talks when I was in high school
TheSapulas: Your older now and you have a boyfriend
RADAnitra: is this Tanya?
RADAnitra: please be Tanya
TheSapulas: it's time that we had an open sexual relationship
TheSapulas: What?
RADAnitra: its just weird to hear you say all that
RADAnitra: since you never ever brought it up ever in my past
TheSapulas: I know, but your maturing
RADAnitra: so you had fun in your prime? before you met dad?
TheSapulas: Yes, me and your father had fun sexual experiences before he lost his sex drive
RADAnitra: o I thought you meant outside of marriage
TheSapulas: Oh yes, in High school I had a lot of studs
RADAnitra: that you dated?
TheSapulas: Yes, and that I had sex with
RADAnitra: how many is a lot
TheSapulas: It was the 70's and having sexual relations was the cool thing 2 do
TheSapulas: I can't count
RADAnitra: Mom please be serious
RADAnitra: if this is even Mom
TheSapulas: It's me
TheSapulas: I am not sure I should tell you
RADAnitra: about what
RADAnitra: it's just hard to believe when you told me for all those years that dad was your only
TheSapulas: Well, There was two before him
RADAnitra: well you said there were too many in high school to count
TheSapulas: I'm sorry, I wanted to bring you up the right way
TheSapulas: Please be safe
RADAnitra: Mom I am
TheSapulas: You are not performing sex with Aaron are you?
RADAnitra: what
TheSapulas: Are you having sex with Aaron?
RADAnitra: I cant talk about things like that with you
TheSapulas: Why not?
TheSapulas: Can't we be friends?
RADAnitra: you never brought anything like that up until now
RADAnitra: we are
RADAnitra: you just cant bring it up on;line 5 years after i was supposed to get that sex talk
TheSapulas: DO I have to have a talk with Aaron? hehe
RADAnitra: lol
RADAnitra: no thank you
TheSapulas: I'm serious Anita
TheSapulas: I'm calling up Jane's house to get his number from Tanya
RADAnitra: mom stop
TheSapulas: Ok, I'll wait until tommarow
TheSapulas: Anyways, How are you honey?
RADAnitra: I am fine
RADAnitra: it sounds like you are, too
TheSapulas: Have you ever tasted Alcohol?
TheSapulas: I'm good
RADAnitra: is that what you're tasting now?
TheSapulas: Of course not! why? Are you? I like that we can talk this openly with each other
RADAnitra: is that sarcasm
RADAnitra: I'm just having a hard time believing this is you talking, you NEVER talk this way verbally
TheSapulas: I have been meaning to
TheSapulas: Ok, It's getting late, honey
TheSapulas: I'm going to go to bed
RADAnitra: I will talk to you later
RADAnitra: have a good night
TheSapulas: You too, I love you
RADAnitra: love you too
:: 30.9.02 [+] ::
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Our state representative is stalking me. I thought after like one or two visits they are supposed to assume we are never home and leave us to vote whatever we want. She is living in a tent on my lawn. More or less.
:: 28.9.02 [+] ::
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"Beruit, which my roommates (along with everyone in Virginia) will not refer to as anything but "Beer Pong," whatever that may be. It's BEI-RUT, and it's played with TEN cups, not 6 ya pansies*" Exerted from my sister's blogger, which is linked on the side of my page and is coming close to showing mine up with her writing skills. I can see it now. I cannot even tell you how many times the word Beruit is followed by "what?" in my conversations, EVERYTIME. Then I kind of mutter "Beer Pong" and sigh. "Oh!" they say. It's Beruit! Granted I suck at it, but I actually did improve a deal at the close of summer. Just a word of caution: Next person I hear say Beer Pong gets maliciously beaten.





:: 28.9.02 [+] ::
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I HATE the sound of people making out...

I think I frightened Kelsey, but it was a good frightened. Jane needed gas so we
went to the Mobil and I see a girl in a maroon sweat hunched over her red Honda Civic. Everytime Jane and myself see a red car, let it be a pickup or compact car we yell "Kelsey!" It's a deranged game we play. This time however...it was Kelsey. By some weird stroke of fate as we rolled in, "Bicycle Race" was playing on the CD, so we rolled down all the windows and turned it up for volume. If I had a camera for the look of amazement/confusion/what the fuck is going on expression she wore...

I'm watching South Park, the plot is about a towel who gets high a lot. I am highly amused.

When the pizza came tonight, we ran down the stairs before the pizza boy even got out of his car. I spastically told Jane we didn't want to look THAT trigger happy, so I ran one way, and Jane posed in a freeze frame in the hallway in front of the window by the door. Natural.

Ugh. I am kind of in a shitty mood. It kind of fell suddenly, I was sitting staring at the computer screen when all of a sudden it washed over me, like when your building a sandcastle and the wall keeps repeatedly getting destroyed by those sneaky waves that come out of nowhere. It's dumb too. I think my lack of sleep is just kicking my ass, and making me vulnerable to being hypersensitive. You know me, I snap out of funks quick, I need sleep.




:: 28.9.02 [+] ::
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We (Jane and I) were watching Real World: Las Vegas while eating our Domino's Pizza, and after finishing our pizza I initiated the move upstairs to my room from where we were positioned with our pizza. Jane says: "Can we still watch this?" long pause "I like whores." The episode was revolved around two girls, and a guy making out, go figure. Don't get me started on the media. I told Jane I hoped it didn't look that slooty when I hooked up with Brad and Courtney. She responded with "Wasn't Kelsey in on that too?" Oh yea. Only a lil though...then again mainstream America wasn't tuned into that-I hope.

Anna Nicole Smith Junior is a twat. She didn't do her part of our project. Luckily Grabowski, although Stalin-esqe agreed to grade our group project individually because I DID EVERYTHING.

Did you know the #2 song played at funerals is "Another One Bites The Dust" Queen? I find it delightful AND sadistic. You can be sure of one thing-at my funeral it will be played and EVERYONE better fucking dance. I'm only allowing several true mourners in the corner to gawk and stare at the dancers while occasionally crying. So start polishing your dancing shoes.

The soccer game was canceled, you best bet I'll be there whenever it's rescheduled.
:: 27.9.02 [+] ::
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Let's set this scene up for you: It's 3:22 am right now. I thought my sociology project was going to take way longer than it did in reality so I drank 6.5 cups of coffee in a row. I flipped over in bed and hit my ear on the wall, to give you an idea of how incredibly coordinated I am. I am BLEEDING profusely from my ear, for real. Now there is blood and spilled coffee on my California Raisins shirt. I decided tomorrow I am going to wear the dinosaur shirt I got from Sal's, to honor the fact that Brian Jenkins movements and stature match a dinosaur muppet more and more as time progresses. I get to see Bethany today! I hate soccer, well I played for a year in elementary school but then one day I puked on the field and that may be why I hate soccer. Nonetheless, I hate soccer but I am going to go to the game at my school so I can cheer for Bethany and kind of confuse the girls on our school team as to what I'm doing, as if they don't question that enough. I'm also listening to Queen if that counts towards anything. I think I'm going to create an elaborate points system for myself, there will be no rules but I will give and take points off while at the same time making people wonder about my "points system." I would give myself points for Queen tonight but I've realized lately that while I believe I am smart where it matters I am also an idiot where it matters. So for my newfound and acknowledged idiocy I place myself in the negatives to begin. Who knows maybe within this decade I will reach zero. Who knows, people say, there's hope for everyone.

It's raining. I went on a puddle run (like it sounds, you put on your swanky running shoes and on your run get them as wet and dirty as possible by jumping in puddles) It was a lonely run without Jane but it was her sister's birthday. I needed fresh air after Anna Nicole Smith Junior came over to do our project. So I realized two things about her. 1.) She doesn't know how to make Macaroni and Cheese, really doesn't know how. Hand her the box and she's helpless. 2.) Really, all she talks about is sex. That's all. Did I mention that she sleeps around A LOT, and freakishly resembles me sister? She told me I should have some sex, she knew plenty of guys she said. Implying that a.) I couldn't handle this on my own. and b.) She wanted to prostitute me. NO THANK YOU. Jesus Christ. So as she conversed with herself about sex I did the project. Oh what a day. Mrs. Greco gave me crappy paint brushes and since that's all we have, my painting is coming along slowly thanks to these chewed up brushes, I'm bringing in my own. Also, funding got cut for Slam Poetry team. So there isn't one. I will find a way.
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