Summer Heat

It really does affect all of us:

Monopoly

Well, I stayed the night at Holly's house last night. We stayed up until 5 playing Monopoly. That was a fun game, even tho she kicked my ass. At the end of the game, I had one 500, some 20's, 10's 5's 1's and three 100's and she had over 10,000. It was fun tho. She's also got her sisters hamsters at her house for a while. 8 babies and one mother. They are fun to watch. The mother goes nuts on the wheel. Her little legs pumping and pumping, trying to get somewhere, but never making it. And the babies push her off that wheel and start running on it, but their legs are so short you can't see them. Then the mother will push the baby off and start running again. That would go on forever. Three hamsters on the wheel at once. And two hamsters on it, one trying to go one way and the other trying to go the opposite way....or two hamsters running in the same direction. They are just so damn cute.

Hamster dance (We used to drive teachers nuts by all playing the original hamster dance on all the computers at once)

Cindy Saves the Day

...Since I vented, I'm feeling pretty good. That, and Cindy fixed the TV. And, she found my camera cord. Which was on the floor by the tv on the other side of the chair. Hmmm...wonder why it was there? I also found my Diablo 2 disk. It was behind the lamp.

Anyways, my face, arms, chest and back are sunburnt yet again because me and Dani went swimming again. It's funny how much fun you can have with a person while not really doing anything at all. We don't find much to do at the pool except stealing Dani's raft from each other and trying to avoid blows and splashes from other people at the pool. So we just hang out there, and waited for Cindy to bring Denise's kids to the pool.

Vic is funny, and so is Jesse and Elishia. And I will convince Elishia to go down that damn baby slide. Last time I lured him all the way over from the baby pool to that slide. I told him that I had something to show him in this bucket. There was nothing in that bucket. When we got to the slide, I went to the water while he wasn't looking and put water in there so that the poor boy wouldn't be disappointed. When he saw the big pool and the slide he shook his head, said: "No no. Me no want to swim there. Me want to swim with baby Jess." Silly little butthead. That is my goal for the summer tho. He loved that slide last year, but he's just afraid the first tiem.

But anyways, for reasons unsaid, me and Dani were disappointed to find out that the kids weren't coming. We left shortly after that.

Don't You Just Love it When....

....someone moves into your personal space and pretty much takes control? Well, I don't and I don't know anyone who does. But I'm just supposed to take it and not complain. Why don't people ever complain? Like, on a crowded bus or other place when the temperature outside is freezing but the temperature inside is sweltering? Everyone is too damn hot, but no one says a word. WHY? Anyways, what I was saying before. The Unhostile Takeover: I couldn't find my Diablo 2 disc. The computer has been messing up more frequently than before. Pretty much all of my stuff is moved around. And...to make me ABSOLUTELY FURIOUS.....I cannot find the cord that connects my digital camera to the computer. I ALWAYS have it in the USB port in the front of my computer. If he was going to use the USB port for HIS camera it would have been fine. Completely fine. IF HE HAD JUST LEFT MY GODDAMN CORD WHERE IT WAS. IT DIDNT HAVE TO BE PLUGGED IN. JUST THERE. AND NOW ITS NOT EVEN THERE. So. This is how I've been feeling today, which by now is yesterday, Wednesdday the 22nd. I feel like screaming because just as I felt safe about leaving my things out where people can actually see and access them instead of hoarding them in my room so Denise's kids couldn't destroy them (no offense Denise, but you and I know how it was when you and the kids were here), I have to worry about people moving my shit so that I can't find it. Mom does it sometimes too, but thats what mom's do. I didn't expect shit like this from my only goddamn brother. I know I know Cindy. He didn't do it on purpose and he loves me and he cares about me and I shouldn't get worked up over it. But I'm just sick of it. I have gotten over the eating out thing. I can take other peoples food preferences into consideration. But for the most part, he just doesn't take what anyone else thinks or does into consideration. This is a good place to vent about everything and prevent me from screaming so damn loud I would wake up the neighbors.

Monotony

It's not so boring....but it's just the same every day. Wake up. Turn on the computer. Nuke a burrito or chicken fried steak patty or something of the sort. Log on the computer. Eat. Go get the mail. Come back to the computer and log onto MSN and Trillian. Set status as away. Log onto Diablo 2. Play that however long my attention span will allow. Watch TV. Play Diablo some more. Watch more TV. Stay up till 4 in the morning. Nuke something else to eat. Go to sleep. Repeat all.

Oh yeah. I almost forgot. I have a site that I created a couple years ago. Not all of the buttons work right now because I started giving the whole thing a major makeover, and it gets kinda tedious putting the buttons on. It's got a bio and pictures, and some poems. Heres the addy if you wanna see it. http://www.geocities.com/gizmo86m/0Bio.html

another pic of Jesse

Day 2

Well, this will be something to bide my time while I'm totally and completely alone with two cats who'd attack me while I sleep if I didn't shut my door. At 2:00 AM last night, I kept hearing noises in the kitchen, which was completely dark (I know you can't see this mom, but I'm keeping only one light on at a time, if even that, like you asked and I washed my dishes right before I went to bed) so I get a little freaked out in a big old creaky dark house all alone. It was just Astro trying to get into a bag of catnip! So, for freaking me out, I put up the bag of catnip till today.

So, today, I sat on the couch by the cats, (the couch they have taken over as their own since mom is gone) and I open the bag. Well, the little shits both come at me, claws out, trying to get the bag out of my hands, which would inevitably spill the entire bag on the floor. Finally I gave up and sprinkled some on the floor, which I plan on vaccuming up later. Nose is sleeping with her head right over it, and she attacks me every time I come near her (which explains why I'm vaccuming it up LATER...) she's not a very nice cat normally. Astro, on the other hand is usually very docile and timid, she attacks me too, if I get too close to her catnip. Now I remember why I still have a ton of catnip left...

Senior Pics

Here's 3 of my senior pics. They are a little blurry, but you get the idea. I cant get the two to go down in size on here...so oh well

Graduation Pics

well, here are some of my graduation pics


Me getting my diploma(it was actually Jared Malcom's dilpoma)


Me again


Me and Holly


Me, Mrs. Williams, and Jessica


Isn't Jesse cute?


Krista, Holly, Me, and Jessica


Jessica and Me

Home Alone

Alright. Mom's gone on vacation for 22 days. It's time to play "Can Chelie Survive?" That's right. 22 whole days by myself. I've never been more than a day by myself, so this is going to be interesting, folks. Oh well. At least I have my cats.


heh, she makes a great decoration in the fish tank...



That's Nose. She's our grouchy cat without a tail. She sleeps in boxes and in drawers and empty 24 packs of Pespsi. I don't have a picture of Astro

The girl formerly known as Michelle

Well, I've decided to give up my annoyance at people who can't call me by my given name. I figure it's petty, and the name Shelly isn't even a bad name so there's no reason to get upset when people call me that. But I will have some control over it...heh...the spelling. Being the odd person that I am, I'm going to spell it Chelie. So, whatever your preference, call me Michelle or Chelie.

well, i told myself i wouldnt do it....but here i am, jumping on the bandwagon...i like the way you can put pictures on the site