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28. Beach Boy Bingo DJ wins 2 tickets to a Beach Boys concert, and a ride to the concert with the Beach Boys themselves, from a radio call-in contest. At first she picks Jesse to go with her, but Danny gets jealous and the whole family argues about who is going to go. When the Beach Boys arrive to take DJ and her guest, they decide to take the whole Tanner Family to the concert. Note: The Beach Boys appear as themselves, and sing "Cocomo" and "Barbaran" with the cast.
I'm still pushing my mailinglist.
Episode 60. Bye, Bye Birdie It's Michelle's first day of pre-school, and she's really looking forward to it. But when she lets the class bird out of its cage and it flies away, nobody likes her and she calls herself "a very bad girl." The guys buy a new bird for Michelle to give to the pre-school, and the other children like her again. Meanwhile, Stephanie breaks the lock on DJ's diary, and glues it to her hand trying to fix it.
This is a Very Special Entry, indeed. You see, it's linked with Jessica's entry for today, a diary collaboration of sorts. Therefore, I urge you to go read her entry, on the topic "Embarrassing SitCom's we've watched regularly." Enjoy!
23. Cutting It Close Stephanie forces Jesse to play "Beauty Parlor" with her, and accidentally cuts off a large handful of his precious hair! He runs to his hairdresser, Alehandro, to repair the damage, ending up with a haircut he hates. On the way home he wrecks his bike, breaking both arms. Stephanie, blaming herself for everything, is very sad for days until Jesse finally tells her that it's not her fault.
Today's the day I'm gonna try and get this Tori thing going. Keep your fingers crossed for me!
92. Girls Just Wanna Have Fun D.J. sneaks out to study with Kimmy - and two boys. Danny told her to stay at home to study. But D.J. tells Becky to cover for her. Meanwhile, the guys play pool. |
The Cast of Full House.
Plot Summary:When Danny Tanner's wife dies unexpectantly, he is left with three young daughters, D.J., Stephanie, and Michelle, and no one to help him raise them into young women. In steps Jesse Katsopolis and Joey Gladstone, friend of Danny and caring guardians to the girls. Jesse, a rock-'n-roll biker, and Joey, a fun-loving comedian, prove to be terrific role models and parental figures to the girls. In addition to the three men, Rebecca Donaldson, Jesse's girlfriend and later wife is always there for the girls as they are growing up.
Confession time. It's true. I used to watch "Full House". Every episode of it. I don't think I snapped out of the spell until the 8th season or something like that. Yeah, yeah, I was young, I didn't know better (I DID however find "Jesse and The Rippers" to be a very corny band name, even at that tender age) ... I have all those lame excuses. But still. I watched Full House. As any other viewer of the show over the age of 10, some questions did pop into my mind after a while ... questions like:
Something that always bugged me was the way everyone treated DJ's friend, Kimmy Gibbler. She was of course the not-so-smart character of the show. How come this huggy lovable family always resorted to rude remarks in order to get Kimmy to leave the house? How come DJ never objected? And most of all - How come it was obvious Kimmy got it, and she STILL came around? Meaniepooheads Further, it bothered me that they all just kept on bringing new people into the house. I KNOW they were close and all that, but _really_. 2 adults in the attic with twins, 3 kids and a dad in the midsection, and then Joey in the basement. A bit hippy, wouldn't you say? I'm not as bothered by Jesse and Becky moving back into the house after getting married, after all, we all love a family living in an attic. No, what bothered me the most was Joey. Here was this guy, "Funny Guy" on the show, single, ADULT, living in their basement. From what I could tell, there wasn't even a DOOR to that place, just one of those childproof gates on top of the stairs, leading down to it. Now, I know, Joey never got any women, so he didn't really have to worry about anyone walking in on him having sex, but still. DIDN'T ANYONE EVER MASTURBATE IN THIS HOUSE????
If this post wasn't disturbing enough, and you've decided to get in touch with your "Full House" watching self ... there's. ... a ... Full House WEB RING. Go away I'm reminiscing. *shudder*
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Sent to me by Jessica. Blame her. 8)
What do you call a goth lying in the road?
How many goths does it take to change a lightbulb?
Why is it so hard for goths to get work?
How many goths does it take to change a lightbulb?
How many goths does it take to make cheesecake? Old goths don't die, they just need less makeup. Wayne Hussey dies and goes to heaven. At the pearly gates, he meets up with Gabriel who gives him the grand tour of heaven. While touring he sees many familiar faces including Jimi Hendrix, Ian Curtis, Mary Shelly, and of course Nick Fiend kinda shows up once in a while... And then he sees Andrew Eldritch Sitting on a HUUUGE throne.. Wayne Says to Gabriel "I didn't know Andrew was dead!" Gabriel replies, "Oh, that's God(tm) He only thinks he's Andrew."
How many goths does it take to change a lightbulb?
What do you get if you cross a goth and a toilet?
What happens if you don't pay the exorcist?
How does a perkygoff paint his ceiling black?
I'm still pushing my mailinglist.
Food Experiment:
Fake Apple Pie without the Pie. |
I HAVE A TORI AMOS TICKET!
You don't understand how excited I am right now. I mean, yeah, you've seen my Tori obsession in this diary but ... it's not just that it's Tori. It's a CONCERT. Did you know the only other official concert I've ever been to was a BRYAN ADAMS concert?? Granted, I only went because I wanted an excuse to get to Stockholm, and my friends wanted to go (okay so I know you won't take this as an explination.). It was quite amusing. I hid over by the sick tent where people who had passed out were taken. It's a nice tip for anyone stuck at a concert you don't really want to be at - sick bay has FREE WATER, and sometimes sugary candy to get your blood sugar back up. I hid there, while Bryan sang things like "All for one, all for love!" and took a poor sod up on stage from the audience, and had him sing "Heaven" real badly, because Bryan's just SUCH a guy. Eventually, the tent got crowded, so I hurried out and found this big empty space on the left side of the stage, next to some chicken fence, so I decided to wait it out there. Smart move, I thought ... until suddenly, Bryan disappears off stage, and reappears ... at the end of that chicken fence, 12 feet away from me. Suddenly, he and his band members take a run for it, run past me, and up on a stage that's in midst of the audience. Well gee. People go crazy, I stick to my chicken fence. All of a sudden, they get off THAT stage, and gets ready to run back to the big stage, and there is Bryan, running, running ... slows down, walks hurriedly, walks BY me, looks at me and yells "HEY!" ... oh my heart. 8( After the concert, I waited as people were leaving, hoping to find the people I'd come with. AsI start walking to the exit, a stage hand hands me a tour book he found thrown up on the stage. "Here ya go, no need to thank me!" (It was sold for $15) No worries, PAL, I won't. I tell the story to my friends, and they nearly rip my throat out. *shrug*
At CN, right this minute:
aLanis: she better play raspberry swirl or the waitress 8( |
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Birds flying high
It's a new dawn
Fish in the sea
It's a new dawn
Dragonfly out in the sun
And this old world is a new world
Stars when you shine Nina Simone, Feeling Good.
I should probably save that lyric above for a day when I REALLY feel born again and smooth, and not share it today, coz today is just like every other day, the sun is shining down on me through the window, I'm going to see Tori, whatever.
Goodness, the sun is really shining. I feel very snuggly and warm, I'm having all these urges to go roll on the grass and tan my belly ... but NOoOOO, we're not gunna have THAT much fun, no. I did stay outside quite a bit yesterday, though, befriending that sun, reading some, but ... it just doesn't SUIT me, I'm just not an outside summer chick. Sometimes I wish I was, it's getting old to always be the pale blubby one in dark clothes hovering in the shade. I think my KNEES have gotten tanned, though. Of course, you can't really tell unless you're me. It's as if they're a shade darker, a bit more like "regular" people's skin - in winter time. 8(
I could dance till the cows come home. On second thought, I'd rather dance with the cows till you come home.
I like Groucho Marx ... although my favourite Marx brother has to be Harpo. It's not so much to do with the old movies, I've barely seen any of them because they never show any here, but I've read their autobiographies, and darnit, they're hilarious to read, if I remember correctly (I think I was 12 when I was really into it). Go read!
I'm having a craving for peanut butter/ jelly sandwhiches that is not of this WORLD. What am I going to do? I'M BROKE. No peanut butter around. This is awful. Blah. |
It is done. After arriving at the airport 2:40 pm, I am going to see Tori Amos play in Charlotte, North Carolina, Ovens Auditorium, Row K, Seat 6, 8:00 pm on August 12th. I THINK somebody ought to pinch me, but then again, the Kafka kitten chews on my hands enough to make me know I'm not just imagening this. I think. Heheh.
Not feeling bad, but then again, I'm not hanging off my granny's crystal chandelier either. Every other half hour or so, I get frantic about the Tori thing, and can't stop grinning. Usualy that elation leaves after 10 minutes though, as my cheeks begin to hurt from the stretch. *dangeling my legs off' the chair* Not doing anything ... la la laa. Brought home a whole heap of books from the library Saturday that were suggested on my modest mailing list. I've started to read "Geek Love", but only after re-reading the entire Adrian Mole series. I just couldn't help myself, I've always had a faint memory somewhere in my brain that I had read "some guy's diary", and when someone suggested them to me, it clicked - I read these years ago, I guess late 80's, as that's when they were published ... Hilarious, albeit depressing at times, because Adrian ... Adrian isn't your regular rosy cheeked lad. Ghod, there are days when I AM Adrian.
It's kind of childish, I know, and rather moronic, considering I've never been religious, so there's nothing for me personaly to rebell against but ... everytime I walk past our church, I end up singing those special little Tori tunes. There's ...
Do you need a woman to look after you?
you never looked so sane you always did prefer the drizzle to the rain tell me that you're still in love with that Milkmaid how's the Lizzies how's your Jesus Christ been hanging [insert background story] I went through confirmation when I was 15, even though I've _never_ been religious, so I actually "have" a priest. I caused a big hoopla the night before my confirmation when I told my granny "I don't really believe in Ghod ...". She's pretty much the only one who cared though. I know, I know, it sounds awful, but ... I only did it for the money. And because everyone in my confirmation class were funny people who helped me bug the priest with questions like "So, what's your view on homosexuals?". I bought a big, round, fluffy chair for the money, and got some interesting memories, so I won't feel ashamed. [background story end] SO. I was trying to outrun "my" priest on my way home yesterday, but failed utterly. As he caught me in my stressed fastfastfast walking pace, he said "HI Jennie", and so I was forced to slow down and acknowledge that he was indeed there. (Don't get me wrong, there's nothing WRONG with him, I just feel weird when I have to make polite conversation about nothing with people like priests or old teachers I didn't care much for.) As we're struggeling to make conversation, the way people who haven't ever had anything to talk about struggle to catch some suitable consonants and vowels, he suddenly says "So, have you done something to your hair? I seem to recall it being darker." Heh. This baffled me. Someone actually has me attatched to my very brief black hair period. Adn what was this story supposed to tell? Why, nothing. Whatever made me imply that there was a point to it?
I NEED peanutbutter and jelly sandwhich. NOW! 8( |
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I am not a pretty girl
I am not an angry girl
and imagine you're a girl
and I am sorry
and generally my generation
and I have earned my disillusionment
don't you think every kitten figures out
I am not a pretty girl Ani DiFranco, Not A Pretty Girl. |
Yeah. I guess I am one of "them". The people who don't have a clue what to do in life. I'm not really fantastic at anything? When I was younger, I'd be one of those who said something different each time when asked what I wanted to be when I grew up. I used to try real hard to give a good answer, I'd say "Designer!", or "Hair Dresser", or "Aid worker in Africa", all the way to "Translator .... ", but now I've just given up. I don't HAVE a goal. At ALL. Ask me what I'm studying to be, and the answer will range from "Vegas Stripper" to "Elvis." I just DON'T KNOW.
I dunno. In school I was always either sort of okay at something, or really sucky. My grades were always a mish mash of B's and D's. The only thing I was ever good at was English, I've always just ... known it, but I don't know. What am I supposed to do with it? I'm not a writer, I stink at grammar, so I doubt I can ever translate books or anything. What's left? NO I WON'T teach. What are ya, my granny? Any career suggestions - please mail me. It's always deanna@kajen.com .
The Kafka kitten pee'd in my brothers' bed. Hehehehehe. He's actually housebroken, sort of, whenever he needs to do something he squeaks and walks about looking miserable, so we carry him out into the yard and wait for him to do his business. It must be hell being a pet, having humans wait next to you while you do what you hafta, and then have them prance about with poop scoops and bags. I dunno. I was awoken around noon by my brother yelling down towards my shed "Your travel agent called, you're supposed to call back." Heart throbbing in my throat I hurried upstairs and called them, thinking "Okay No Tori, I should have Known.", but it turned out it was just a simple question regarding my return ticket back to Sweden, scheduled for next may ... Can you say RELIEVED?
I know I can come across as a bit ditzy sometimes, but being referred to as a "freaky, retarded stalker" even as a joke from someone when I'm not there would be a bit uncalled for, wouldn't you say? *shrug* I know, I know, "that's not how I really meant", whatever. |
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hello Mr Zebra
Ratatouille Strychnine
hello Mr Zebra
figure it out
figure it out Tori Amos, Mr Zebra
I entered another web ring. I have no idea why, I think mostly because I liked the name of it, Chapter Two. Unfortunately I haven't felt like putting the code up nicely next to, or under the Open Pages web ring, so now it's just a big blue box on my archive page instead of a nice proportioned one. Picky picky. I'll fix it ... tomorrow. 8) HONEST.
The blueberries seem ready. I picked a handful of them and ate as I walked through the woods today. I felt like I was 5, with berry stained hands. |
So I just finished reading Geek Love. Wow. It was SO good, and SO strange, and SO ugly, and SO out there, and SO wellwritten, and SO in my brain. (Thanks for the suggestion, Mo :) It's told from the perspective of Olympia, a bald, albino hunchback midget - the result of her parents breeding their own freakshow, and it's a strange tale about her and her siblings, and their family's travelling circus, and ... a lot more. I don't really want to reveal much about it, because I think those who want to know more about it really should read it, because I could never put it all in words. A warning, perhaps, is in order for the people who knows they can't handle nauseating details at times, or ... I don't know. I just really really liked it, at the same time as it made me feel very very weird. *shrug* It's the big discussion going on in my head regarding beauty and humans. *shrug* It feels too tiresome for me to scribble down at this point though. I'm sure I'll put up a long rant about it one day. All I feel like saying is ... sometimes I'm so beautiful I should have wings, sometimes I'm so ugly I should be locked up, but I'm not sure either has anything to do with this meat and skin stuck to my bones.
I'm so UNFOCUSED. It seem to occur every summer around this time, when I'm right smack in the middle of being in between school semesters. It's the point where I'm really really starting to run out of things to do, and too eager thinking of things I WILL be able to do, if only this darn summer would pass. BLASHPEMY, I guess, I know you people with jobs out there want to beat me with a dull hockey stick because you don't have all summer off, but I can't help it. I'm one of those slob blobs. I don't go swimming (phobias about things in the water, the sand, somewhere, and besides, ME in a BATHING SUIT? HAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!), I rarely go see friends (they're all either working or on vacation, all 2 of them 8(), I never have spontaneous urges to go out walking, and I never ever tan. I wasn't constructed for summer. I was constructed for dreary rainy days, music, tv, books, lazyness. Reowr.
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