In case you were wondering, this is the supposed HARDEST TONGUE-TWISTER IN THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE:

The sixth sick Sheik’s sixth sheep is sick.

So there, I had a purpose, and am not *completely* crazy. Heh.

::burp:: ate too many fiji apples. It’s good stuff, grown to perfection, and good for a meal or two (or three). I only hope that it retains the crispy freshness and flavorful aroma it had going in when it goes out. That would be cool.

Go to AtomFilms.com. I order you to. In case you peons don’t know what that is, it’s a place that shows small movies. A lot of small movies. Movies like In God We Trust, a cool-ass movie about redemption against a system that tries to take you down. Movies like Wheelchair Rebecca, a sick and twisted movie. Hee hee. And finally, movies like Gulp, which is actually an inplausible and insulting movie about saving a FISH. However, the one redeeming quality is that it contains a song called “Fishy Friend” at the end, which goes like this:

“Fishy Friend”

Where oh where is my fishy friend?
Are you scared out there,in the great big sea?
I’d like you to know that ever since you left
I havent had even a bite of… sushi.

Where are you now??

Did you join a school?
And did you rise, to the head of your class?
Did you spawn? Did you fall in love?
Are you male or female?!? Oh i never even asked!

You understood me!
Maybe because I am a Pisces
and like orange.
I thought we’d never be apart.

The other day
I thought I saw you swimming in my pool!
But it turned out to be a cheeto…
and it broke my heart.

If you come back to me…
I’d treat you real good.
And never, ever make you swim in LA Tapwater.
And every single day of the rest of your fishy life,
I’d treat you like you were my (depending on your sex)
son or daughter….

FISHY FISHY FISHHHHH

You know you want to watch it now. 🙂

Whilst walking around town today, I realized that there are a lot of fuckin’ roadkill around. Gross roadkill. Eek.

Since Justin wants to see the pierced nipples, I will talk about them. I am just not the type of girl that gets all naked on camera, so even the private photos for you, lovely J, is a no go.

But I will talk all about it! So about the nipple piercings…

I wanted to do something on my 19th birthday (other than the usual campus work and studying for classes), and piercings was definitley not the norm for me. At the time of this piercing, I had only had my ears pierced (and this was done when I was 1 and I don’t remember it at all).

They say that getting your nipples pierced is the most painful piercing you can get on your body. (‘They’ being friends and other close individuals) So of course, I was a tad nervous. After the piercer spent what seemed like 300 years looking and dotting my nipples, he told me to lie down on the table. My friends came over and held my hand as he got ready to pierce the nipple.

One deep in breath, and on the exhale, he jammed the big-ass needle through my nipple and areole to pierce it. OMFG it hurt like burning. Seriously. Next nipple, I knew what it was like, so it hurt EVEN MORE THEN THE FIRST. Argh it hurt like lava, even more then burning. But the deed was done and my tits were pierced, and afterwards they felt somewhat… sore as all hell… and also somewhat… more sensitive. Teehee.

BTW – If I take out my nipple piercings well before I have a child, I will be able to breast feed normally. Yes, I asked my doctor. That is all.

Justin gave me my login again. (Do I hear a “oh shizzah?”) Then, the site was down… For a brief second I thought that Justin hated me and tore down his site in a desperate attempt to keep me from posting. Yet, that brief second passed, and the site is now up. So I continue…

Hidy-Ho, Bloggerinos! (Is this a blog or e/n or is it all the same now?)

Long time no read, eh? Well I’ve been busy busy busy as a bee souped up on methamphetamines, and haven’t had time to tend to my adoring public. But I do feel that an update on my life is in store, because dammit, I’m in the middle of a crisis. Well… not so much a crisis so much as a crux in my life. I think I hit the point in my college career where I question the validity of everything and everyone in my life. I had a sudden urge last week to sell my posessions, rent a boat, and live out my days in the Bahamas. Crazy, no? Especially for a computer nerd as I. Such is life.

I think I like being single more then I like being boyfriended. And since I have discovered that I just don’t place the priority on a boyfriend as I know I should (and I know others deserve), I think I have no choice but to be single, if anything then to be selfish and save my own sanity. I know it’s bad when I think I can’t sustain a relationship because I value things like friends and volunteer work more then boy… but that’s the way it is. I can’t make accusations or excuses that make me look better; I am just busy.

Speaking of life-altering changes, I think I’m going to take 5 years in college instead of 4. Between the volunteer work I do and classes and friends, I discovered that I don’t have the time needed to devote myself to 16 or 17 credits per term (which my major practically *requires* in order to graduate in 4 years), so I’ll be cutting back for a bit. College is where you make friends for life, right? So why should I shut myself in and not let myself grow as a person? I always thought that I’d take 4 years in college… that’s what I told everyone. But as I get older I realize that not doing everything perfectly isn’t such a bad thing. As long as I’m comfortable with what I’m doing and I have no problem with it… it’s okay, right?

My hair is now brunette. I was always pitch black… with occassional pink streaks, red streaks and sometimes I went a little blonde. Now I have dyed my hair a cutesy little brown –and now everyone thinks this is my REAL hair color. Jeez!

I also got my nipples pierced on my birthday. This is the first time I have posted that information online… eep! My (now ex-)boyfriend and I got our noses pierced not too long ago. And a week or so ago, I went with some friends to get my eyebrow pierced. What’s new? I have no idea… We shall see!

Oh, and my big revelation of the month: I fit into little boys’ clothes. Well, to be fair, it’s fat-kid clothes, BUT ITS STILL A CHILD SIZE. And not even the biggest. I <3 the Old Navy children’s section!

oh baby, oh yea
i only have to say this
bad in a good way

I guess I am the official badinagoodway advice girl.

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To: stacia@iamafish.org
Subject: YOU GIVE ADVICE?
From: *@mail.com
Date: Thu, Mar 13 2003 01:17:57 PM -0800 (GMT)

What does it feel like to get your wang mouthified?
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Well, last time I checked, I was not equipped with a wang, so I can’t really answer that. Maybe you could check with Wangs-R-Us.

Justin is odd, so I know he’ll take this as a compliment.

Some of the readers of BIAGW are seriously messed up. See below.

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To: stacia@iamafish.org
Subject: saw u @ justin’s site!!
From: *****@aol.com
Date: Tue, Mar 05 2003 08:41:45 PM +0800 (GMT)

Can I get pregnant if a guy cums in my mouth?
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FYI: Unless your digestive system has been re-routed to somehow connect to your reproductive system (i.e. the stomach is connected to the fallopian tubes), I think you are safe.