Holly

hollytrash @ 2007-03-02T10:58:00

2007-03-02T16:58:55Z

www.freeza-inc.com
go!go!go!

arf.

2007-02-12T02:22:19Z

</3 being sick.

www.tarot.com

2007-02-09T15:24:28Z

You may be ready to move closer toward someone who has aroused your interest, but your feelings may be so overwhelming that it's difficult to know if you are moving too fast. Instead of coming on strong, try a gentler approach. There's no need to hide your desires as long as you don't make anyone else uncomfortable with your boldness.
Friday, February 9, 2007

9 msgs, 8 New

2007-02-08T15:24:12Z

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

6/7 of the way done with written plans.
I know you all care.

Work is taking over my life.
jk, since no life.

Let's all play CS.
Yes/No?

There is this boy. Who I absolutely adore. (OMG HOLLY'S TALKING ABOUT BOYS AGAIN)
But, he scares me.
Not like, jump out of my seat, scare me.
Just that, he's different.
He's not like other guys I've dated.
And, I'm afraid I'm not enough.

Oh! Meeting time.
See, there goes work, taking over my life again.

More (probably FO post later)
peace, homefries.

Update on an update

2007-02-07T23:05:53Z

3:05pm.
Written Plans still not complete.
I suck at this.

ZOMG! Look, it's an update!

2007-02-07T15:49:34Z

It's 7:45am. I've been at work for an hour.
I'm tired. Grumpy. Completely stressed.
I'm a ball of fucking fun.

Promotion: Operations Coordinator
Effective Date: February 6, 2007
Outlook: Hating it
Current Project: Written Plans due by 9am.

So yesterday I moved from my windowless office on the second floor to my almost corner office with a gorgeous view on the 12th floor.
Momma's moving on up. Of course the 10 floor jump came with 10 floors worth of stress. I wish I could have brought my assistant with me. This new one, isn't so great.
Currently she's got her radio on 3 decimals too loud, listening to some radio preacher ramble on about God. I'm no anti-Christ, but save me. She takes more personal calls than anything else, and she has yet to finish the simple formatting task I gave her yesterday.
Now, I'm not one to rant about slacking off at work. Heaven knows I do my fair share. Difference is, I get my work done PRIOR. I expect the same.

Everyone keeps telling me I seem distant, withdrawn, unreachable.
No.
I just don't want to talk to you.
:] kidding (maybe)

So my birthday is coming up.
2 months.
Start planning.
I expect great things.

You know what else irks me?
People who use your loyalty against you.
"I can treat you like shit and you keep coming back."
Fuck you.
I'm not coming back.
I'm nobody's bitch.

Yeah.

This was completely pointless.
Now stop bitching about me never updating.

Lullaby

2006-12-02T20:21:35Z

This is what passes for civilization.

People who would never throw litter from their car will drive past you with their radio blaring. People who'd never blow cigar smoke at you in a crowded restaurant will bellow into their cell phone. They'll shout at each other across the space of a dinner plate.

These people who would never spray herbicides or insecticides will fog the neighborhood with their stereo playing Scottish bagpipe music. Chinese opera. Country and western.

Outdoors, a bird singing is fine. Patsy Cline is not.

Outdoors, the din of traffic is bad enough. Adding Choppin's Piano Concerto in E Minor is not making the situation any better.

You turn up your music to hide the noise. Other people turn up their music to hide yours. Your turn up yours again. Everyone buys a bigger stereo system. This is the arms race of sound. You don't win with a lot of treble.

This isn't about quality. It's about volume.

This isn't about music. This is about winning.

You stomp the competition with the bass line. You rattle windows. You drop the melody line and shout the lyrics. You put in foul language and come down hard on each cussword.

You dominate. This is really about power.

Donkeys are like onions.

2006-11-30T00:58:56Z

With the real world knocking on my door, I've been burying myself in fantasy, trying desperately to escape reality.

I've got three weeks to drink myself into a nightly stupor. Three weeks to sleep in until noon, to party until the sun comes up. Three weeks to eat poorly, live wildly, throw caution to the wind. Three weeks left on my free pass to sinful pleasure. Three weeks left to use the socially acceptable excuse, the explain all, "I'm just a college kid."

So here I sit at the library. Day three. Book three. This is my wild ride. Losing, if only for an hour, all sense of reality, living through text, page by page.

Ohio vs Michigan

2006-11-14T22:39:51Z

A guy in a bar leans over to the guy next to him and says, "Wanna hear a Michigan joke?" The guy replies, "Well, before you tell that joke, you should know something. I am 6' tall, 200 lbs. and I am a Michigan Graduate. The guy sitting next to me is 6'2", 225 lbs. and he is a Michigan Graduate. The guy right next to him is 6'5", 250 lbs. and he is also a Michigan Graduate. Now, you still wanna tell me that joke?" The first guy says, "No, not if I'm going to have to explain it three times"

What does the average University of Michigan student get on his SAT?

Drool

How do you get a Michigan Graduate off your front porch?

Pay him for the pizza

Four college Alumni were climbing a mountain one day: A OSU grad, a Michigan grad, a Penn State grad, and a Notre Dame grad. Each proclaimed to be the most loyal fan of their alma mater. As they climbed higher, they argued as to which of them was the most loyal of all. They continued to argue all the way to the top when the Notre Dame grad hurled himself off the mountainside shouting, "This is for the fighting Irish!" Not wanting to be out done, the Penn State grad threw himself off the mountain proclaiming, "This is for the Nittany Lions!" Seeing this, the OSU grad walked over and shouted, "This is for the Buckeyes!" and pushed the Michigan grad off the mountain.

What did the Michigan grad say to the OSU grad?

"Welcome to McDonalds. May I take your order please?"

A young man hired by a supermarket reported for his first day of work. The manager greeted him with a warm handshake and smile, gave him a broom and said, "Your first job will be to sweep the store." "But, I'm a Michigan graduate," the young man replied indignantly, "I even played football there!" "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know that," said the manager. "Here, give me the broom, I better show you how."

A Wolverine football player was almost killed today in a tragic horseback riding accident. He fell from the horse and was nearly trampled to death. Luckily, the manager of the Wal-Mart came out an unplugged the horse just in time.

A little boy and his mother were walking through a Michigan cemetery, when they came upon a headstone that read: "Here lies a Michigan graduate and a good man." The little boy asked his mother, "Mommy, why did they bury two people in there?"

Coaches Jim Tressel and Lloyd Carr are walking down the beach talking about the rivalry between Ohio State and Michigan. As they are walking, Lloyd trips over something in the sand. Upon closer inspection it turns out to be a genie's lamp. "Who disturbs me?" asked the genie. Jim and Lloyd both say they did. "You will each get one wish," said the genie. Lloyd offers to go first. "I want an impenetrable wall built around the entire state of Michigan so that none of those stupid Ohioans can ever get in. I want it as far down into the ground as it is high, and I want it to be completely sealed in so that we can finally have our peace!" The genie grants the wish to Lloyd and his is instantly whisked away to his new paradise. The genie now tells Jim he'll grant him one wish. Jim says, "Fill it up with water."

Why is ice no longer available at Michigan football games?

Because the senior who knew the recipe finally graduated.

What are the three longest years of a Michigan football player's life?

His freshman year.

bash.org

2006-11-13T16:33:49Z

http://www.bash.org/?706281

Jon Cary

2006-11-08T20:26:47Z

Trick-Or-Treat

2006-10-31T14:51:54Z

Happy Halloween.
Holly has no plans.
I don't even want to pass out candy to the grimey kids.
I'm going to eat it all myself.

(and a huge huge thanks to Adam and Dave for everything they've done for me in the last week or so.)

School Shooting

2006-10-18T17:38:21Z

He filled the mini van up with fuel.
Dropped his kids off at the school.
Smile faded into a hateful frown
Sped away headed across town
Anger grew, turned onto the dirt road
Grabbed the gun, lock and load
Stormed into the school, gun showing
Screams rang out, panic growing
Cornered, older ones released
Those five young girls, deceased
Stood there watching as they bled
Goodbye, bullet in his own head (the end)

Another Love Song

2006-10-04T04:07:00Z

Dad got a job offer he couldn't decline
Moved to a new city when you were nine.
She next to you in ya science class
Studied with ya, helped you to pass
Developed a strong bond that won't fade
You been best friends since fourth grade
For years you’ve been her crying shoulder
When she hurts, you just want to hold her
She doesn’t see that she is your world.
You'd do anything to make her your girl.
Oh, how you've dreamed of being her man
It’s time, stand and take her by the hand

Planning this for days, got to be a perfect night
Share a stare, over dinner and candle light
Nervously, won't stop playing with her hair
The aroma from the food don't compare,
Flowing locks, button nose, soft pink lips
Curves of her body from her chest to her hips
Gorgeous blue eyes so bright they shine
Tone tan arms, small hands, she's so fine
Even her inner beauty has mesmerized you
Heart skips a beat, the fairy tales are true
Taking her hand you couldn’t ask for more
Music is playing softly on the dance floor

Glance in the mirror, look good in your suit
Tug at the bow, out the door, you’re in route
It's filled with family and friends, lots of smiles
Organ starts to play, white roses line the aisles
Through the veil you can see her glowing face
Walking arm in arm, the slowest possible pace
You see the tears running down her cheeks
Grinning as the preacher begins to speak
Her hand fits into yours like a glove,
You’re completely captivated by love,
Peer into her eyes, ready for this endeavor
Two simple words, she'll be yours forever

Club Track

2006-10-03T01:22:52Z

You say want a trendy party track to bump
So you and Ms. Flava of the week can hump
A beat you can shake it to while you're out
Show off your moves, land some trouser trout
'Fore ya knowit ya, bumping uglies outside the club
Legs around your face, ya chowin down on the grub
Juices flowing, best licking ya ever gave her
The beat changes, she returns the favor
Heads bobbin, you aint feeling it, her techniques flawed
You aint tryin to spend all night with the same broad

Red lips, black mini, ample breasts, your next possibility
Wanna hit it from behind, make her scream aye papi
Eyes follow her lucious curves, intoxicated by her scent
She bites her bottom lip with a wink, thats your hint
Your eyes lock as her hips sway with the beat
Bodies pressed together you can feel her heat
She smiles with pleasure, she grinds against your pole
Trying to maintain composure, about to lose all control
She was feeling you, feeling her until the beat switched
She walked away and you shouted, "Fucking prude bitch"

The clubs closing, and you're still hunting
Floozy on the corner, damn she's stunning
Aint lookin for Mrs. Right, just Ms. Right now.
Wanting to get your rocks off, don't care how.
Made up your mind, don't care if you get caught
Quick look around, you slur, "how much you cost?"
"Babydoll that all depends on what chu want"
Wanna pound her hard, tear apart her cunt.
Pay her for instant gratifaction, she's a pro.
Wake with an itch, whatcha ya get for screwing a ho

First day of class.

2006-09-26T15:58:16Z

So, people have been complaining to me, "Holly, you need to update your journal. I check it and check it for something new, but NOTHING!"

So this post is dedicated to all 3 of you who actually read and check for updates. Thanks for being such great fans.

Yesterday was my first day of classes. And by classes I mean one of the two I need in order to graduate. So I got to class a wee bit early. Picked my comfort-zone seat in the second to last row, and watched as boy after boy rolled in and sat down. Two guys came in together laughing and carrying on, they made their way to the seats behind me. Immediately, I knew what they had been laughing at when they walked in. As people straggled in they'd crack a joke about the person.

Our professor is a very, very large black man. When he wobbled in, something about "Nutty Professor" was blurted. I'm not certain if the professor heard.

I'm one of four females in this class. Not that I expected much different. Two girls walked in, one wearing a blue jean skirt that went about 2 inches below her knees and a blue jean sleeveless shirt with tennis shoes and matching blue socks. Her friend had high water jeans pulled up to her bellybutton with a tie-dyed mickey mouse shirt on, sandals with socks. As I was thinking to myself, "Oh, you've got to be kidding me." One of the clowns behind me leans forward and says, "Hey look, you've got competition." I let out a little snicker.

A few minutes later, the third and final girl walks in. She looked much less revenge of the nerdish, so I was pleased. She sat down in the front next to the two other girls. "Oh well, so much for that".

The smart guy behind me again couldn't help himself, "Why aren't the girls sitting with you?"

I turned around and blurted, "Because they are trying to stay as far away from you as possible".

His partner in crime released an elongated "oooh", "snap she's feisty too"

I shot him a sarcastic smirk and turned around.

Unfortunately, this class is a lab, so we were broken down into small work groups that remain for the semester. I got paired with tweedle dee and tweedle dum. Oh joy.

What makes this even funnier, is I'm now in my second class, listening to the professor run through the course outline, but next to me in my comfort-zone seat on the second to last row is smart guy number one from yesterday.

It's not bad enough that I'll have to endure him and his sidekick in one class for 3 months. Now I have to put up with him 4 days a week?

Seriously, what did I do to deserve this?

PS. He's not that bad today.
PSS. He made me say that.

Too much of a good thing...

2006-09-15T16:03:35Z

People like to imagine that they're a great deal more important than they are, myself included. The funny part is that this is a good thing. I have a couple of friends who are too humble about their talents and are letting them go to waste.

Exchanging sex for money once is prostitution, and widely illegal and frowned upon. Exchanging sex for money on a consistent basis is known as "marriage" and is cheered, welcomed, and considered holy. Thusly, prostitution is only illegal if one is quick and efficient about it.

On the same note, having one successful marriage is good; having multiples is considered polygamy and is also widely illegal. Apparently success can also exist in excess.

Actually, there's probably scores of things which are good singularly and frowned upon in multiples; which is sort of scary from a logical standpoint.

Going to the Chapel

2006-09-13T14:49:00Z

I used to hate going to weddings because all the old ladies would poke me and cackle, "You’re next". They stopped doing it when I started doing it to them at funerals

Bobby 1 vs Bobby 2

2006-09-13T06:26:10Z

syllabilities: Hi.
port expLoit: hi
port expLoit: who are you
syllabilities: Who are you?
port expLoit: i asked you first
syllabilities: I'm Bobby.
syllabilities: Who are you?
port expLoit: i am bobby too
syllabilities: Bobby 2*
syllabilities: You're like my clone.
port expLoit: i know
port expLoit: we should be brothers
syllabilities: No, you should be my clone.
syllabilities: I was the original.
syllabilities: You were made in my image.
port expLoit: i am the original
port expLoit: i was from matrix revolutions
syllabilities: Don't nerd up this conversation.
syllabilities: You're Bobby 2, remember?
syllabilities: Stifle.
port expLoit: you're high on meth
port expLoit: i am bobby 1
syllabilities: I'm high on life.
syllabilities: You're the second.
syllabilities: Don't get it confused.
syllabilities: Gee willickers.
port expLoit: i am the first
syllabilities: So now you're a liar?
syllabilities: You agreed you were my clone earlier.
port expLoit: you ever look at a number 1 closely?
port expLoit: it's not really a 1
syllabilities: Sure it is.
syllabilities: Otherwise that was a typo.
syllabilities: So, what's going on, 2?
port expLoit: the 2 is really a 0
port expLoit: that would make me first
syllabilities: That would make you nothingess.
syllabilities: I'll agree with you on that.
syllabilities: What are you doing 2morrow?
port expLoit: that makes me absolutely
syllabilities: Haha, get it?
syllabilities: 2morrow.
syllabilities: Absolutely nothing.
port expLoit: i see it
syllabilities: Zero isn't a number, 2.
syllabilities: Zero is a void.
port expLoit: zero is the start
port expLoit: you should know that
syllabilities: One is the start.
port expLoit: you code in vb
port expLoit: don't you
syllabilities: It started with me.
syllabilities: Do you like knowing that you're not as smart as I am?
syllabilities: What's that like for you?
port expLoit: you can believe what you wish
port expLoit: 0 is the basis
port expLoit: you'd know 0 is where it starts
port expLoit: any number system
syllabilities: Nah.
syllabilities: Zero is relative to one.
syllabilities: Zero means nothing.
syllabilities: Count to zero for me.
port expLoit: do you even do computer progamming?
syllabilities: I do life programming.
syllabilities: Zero is a void in your life.
syllabilities: You're number 2.
syllabilities: Hi, again, 2.
port expLoit: i am number 2 you're talking to nothing
port expLoit: but i am 0
port expLoit: so i am before you are
port expLoit: high number 1
port expLoit: meet your first
port expLoit: 0
syllabilities: Oh, you're the nonexistent platform for which I exist on.
syllabilities: Okay, I'll agree with you there.
syllabilities: That just means you're below my level.
syllabilities: I like the way you think.
port expLoit: yes you're talking to something that doesn't exist
syllabilities: Maybe we should be brothers.
port expLoit: how does that make you feel
syllabilities: Makes me feel special.
port expLoit: to be talking to your absolute core
syllabilities: My capabilities are endless.
port expLoit: i am glad
syllabilities: Good.
syllabilities: You should be.
syllabilities: This is a glorious moment.
syllabilities: You're talking what you would like to amount out to being.
syllabilities: How does that make you feel?
port expLoit: i am not talking about what i would be
port expLoit: i am the absolute
port expLoit: which would be 0
syllabilities: Absolute zero?
syllabilities: Oh, okay.
port expLoit: yes
syllabilities: At least I know I'm hotter than you.
syllabilities: Get it?
port expLoit: how does it make you feel that i am smarter than you are
port expLoit: i get it
syllabilities: Nah, didn't make sense.
syllabilities: Let's exploit some ports, 2.
syllabilities: Want to?
port expLoit: i don't see a 2
port expLoit: i see a 0
syllabilities: You don't see.
syllabilities: Get it?
port expLoit: i c the revolutoins of c, do you c it the way i c it?
port expLoit: how does it feel that i am smarter than you are
syllabilities: It would probably make me feel like less of the original if you were smarter than me.
syllabilities: Whew.
syllabilities: Glad that isn't the case.
syllabilities: Get it?
syllabilities: How does it make you feel to know that I am smarter than you?
syllabilities: Where's your wit?
port expLoit: how would you want to feel if i was smarter than you?
syllabilities: I wouldn't feel, because it would exist you truly are zero.
syllabilities: wouldn't exist, even.
port expLoit: it's eating a steak and talking to 3 girls
port expLoit: and you
port expLoit: whatever you are
syllabilities: I'm number one.
syllabilities: Did she do your dad?
syllabilities: I hate her.
syllabilities: Do you?
port expLoit: you're her
port expLoit: aren't you
syllabilities: We should gang up on her.
syllabilities: Who?
syllabilities: I'm the original.
port expLoit: that girl
syllabilities: I'm this guy.
syllabilities: Bobby.
syllabilities: The original.
port expLoit: i don't believ in a bobby
syllabilities: You stated you were my clone.
syllabilities: Self-esteem issues?
port expLoit: i am bobby
port expLoit: you're not bobby
syllabilities: How does it make you feel to know that I am smarter than you?
syllabilities: You don't believe in Bobby, silly.
port expLoit: yes
syllabilities: You're almost applying reverse psychology on yourself.
syllabilities: How does that make you feel?
port expLoit: this isn't reverse psychology
syllabilities: Not yet.
syllabilities: Almost.
port expLoit: okay i am busy
port expLoit: if you want to cyber
port expLoit: ask someone else
port expLoit: have a good night
syllabilities: Bye, 2. It was fun providing your epiphany.

I found humor in it. And I'm all that counts.

When life hands you lemons, just look to those being pelted with stones.

2006-09-12T15:23:48Z

It's quite disheartening to realize that, after nearly four years of post-high school life, you really haven't accomplished all that much, or succeeded in ways that you had hoped. So it's always a nice morale booster to learn that people from your past are worse off than you. I mean, what's better than basking in the misfortune of others? (Kidding! ...sort of.)

I learned a while back that the kid that lived two houses down from me in my old hometown was tried on four separate counts of arson. Now he'll have seventeen months of alone time to find a new hobby, other than setting things ablaze. I found this rather humorous, yet sadly unsurprising. Everyone in our neighborhood knew he was a little bastard, except his own parents (that's the way it goes). We always joked that he would probably grow up to be a criminal someday. Who knew he would actually live up to it? Even more ironic is the fact that he is..eh, was employed by the fire department. A fine model for future firefighters, no doubt.

So, I may not be a family success story, but at least I didn't grow up to be an arsonist. That must count for something, right?

What Dreams May Come...

2006-09-11T16:05:43Z

Bill Cosby committed suicide yesterday...

in my dreams, that is. I watched him from atop a bridge as he put a gun to his temple and let one fly. A bullet, I mean.

I have unhealthy dreams. A while back I had a dream about Saddam Hussein taking bites of body parts as he threw them in a crematory. If dreams really are in some way related to real life, what’s my mind trying to say with all this morbidness? And furthermore, why was I dreaming about Bill Cosby?

7, 15, 36, 39, 42 and 51

2006-09-07T15:15:41Z

I should buy a lotto ticket. I'm sure to win.
My luck has been beyond amazing.
I truly feel like the luckiest girl in the whole wide world right now.

Can't hold me down.

Thousand Foot Krutch - This is a Call

She fooled all of her friends into thinking she's so strong
But she still sleeps with the light on
And she acts like it's all right on, as she smiles again
And her mother lies there sick with cancer
And her friends don't understand her
She's a question without answers
Who feels like falling apart.
She knows, she's so much more than worthless
She needs to find a purpose,
She wonders what she did to deserve this

CHORUS
She's calling out to you
This is a call, this is a call out
Cause everytime I fall down, I reach out to you
And I'm losing all control now
And my hazard signs are all out
I'm asking you to show me what this life is all about

And he tells everyone a story,
Cause he thinks his life is boring
And he fights so you won't ignore him,
Cause that's his biggest fear
And he cries, but you'll rarely see him do it
And he loves but he's scared to use it
So he hides behind the music
Cause he likes it that way
And he knows, he's so much more than worthless
He needs to find the surface
Cause he's starting to get nervous

CHORUS

Have you ever felt this way before
Cause I don't wanna hide here anymore
Take me to a place where nothing's wrong
And thanks for coming, shut the door
And they say some one out there sees us,
Well if you're real, then save me Jesus
Cause I've been this way for far too long
I wasn't meant to feel alone

CHORUS

Show me what this life is all about
Show me what this life is all about

Croc Hunter? More like Stingray Prey.

2006-09-05T16:24:09Z

Thanks for bringing this to my attention Bobby.

Also, don't forget to play Terri's Revenge and take out those mean, mean stingrays.

chyeah, POP IT!

2006-08-31T19:00:13Z

Warning: This post may be long winded, boring, and completely void of relevant information. And than again...it may not.

For those of you who have been around in the last few weeks when I was talking about BDF aka "Da Brawler", I'm happy to tell you he has finally given me an audible version of his CD. And, audible is being nice. Remind me at some point to either send or play it for you if you need some cheering up, or just a good hearty laugh.

He's putting out a sophomore album too. OH BOY! Can't wait. Yeah.

You know what I'm currently hating? When you have an itch in the middle of your back, right out of reach! Someone come scratch my back, STAT!

I'm going to tell you all about how the vending machine ate my quarter, and how in a fit of rage over my loss of twenty five cents worth of peanuts I think I may have sprained my wrist. Damn you vending machine! DAMN YOU!

On another note, while violently shaking the vending machine I managed to jar a few skittles loose. Skittles are far better than peanuts anyway.

In yo'face you peanut hoarding candy dispenser. IN YO FACE!

LJ vs PhD

2006-08-29T22:44:00Z

It's been a while since I've actually updated this thing. I'm thinking about getting back into the habit, since it's far cheaper to spill my guts randomly to an online journal than it is to face a live human, and pay them a hundred dollars an hour to pretend to give a fuck.