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Well Rose just *thinks* I was referring to a certain someone, but actually that was just the only Beatles song I could remember the words to at that moment.
There is nothing wrong with October 9 or 10. Or homecoming. I have decided that these days are not cursed anymore because I still happen to be breathing and in quite a fine mood.
Headache? Tiredness? Mood swings? I won't even say what that sounds like......
No Chaz you are not going to die with that temperature. My normal temperature is 96.5 Now that is weird. The doctor didn't seem to care though, so I guess it's not life threatening.
Why were you mopeing around about it being October the 9th then?
I wish I had an airplane.
A big airplane.
With a gun on it.
a really big gun on it.
Maybe two really big guns on it.
Or just one.
A nice seven-barrelled 30mm cannon would be nice.
It has to be fast, too.
Mach two or more.
We're just Huggy people, aren't we Lucy?
Don't be embarrassed, it's all right. :)
I'm assuming that gun statement was from Chaz. Because it's not likely that Jos or Lucy would say that, and I wasn't on the computer when that was written.
Actually, I don't go for guns. Bare hands. That's all you need to cause needless violence.
I would like to personally apologize about anything that I have may implied in any of these guestbook entries. I apologize for saying anything that was meant to be humorous, but was probably taken the wrong way by more than one of the parties who read these messages.
I further wish to state that if you can't accept my apology, then disregard everything I've said back through about a week or so ago. (Except the vegetarian thing, because I meant that.)
Also, I would like to say, wouldn't it be easier if everyone were psychic? And wouldn't it just be the most awful thing in the world?
With this, I leave you.
I have one more thing to say. Well, two actually. One pertains to the last message.
Think about the psychic thing. Some things we weren't meant to know, and some things we weren't meant to think, and some things just aren't the way they seem, and if you think this applies to you, then it probably does, even if I didn't mean it to.
Secondly, I have a huge secret. Don't tell anyone ...
GOOD OLD RELIABLE NAAAAATHAN, NATHAN, NATHAN, NATHAN DETROOOOOOOIT!!!!!!!!!
Now, DON'T GO TELLING ANYONE!!!
guns, war, violence, and stuff
Who is Nathan Detroit?
What I'd do if I had a seven-barreled 30mm cannon is take it squirrel hunting.
Or maybe bunny hunting. :)
WHO is Nathan Detroit?
Well, if you don't know, I don't think I should tell you.
But I will.
He's good old reliable Nathan, Nathan, Nathan Detroit. If the size of your bundle you want to increase, he'll arrange that you go broke in quiet and peace, CAUSE HE'S GOOD OLD RELIABLE NAAAAATHAN, NATHAN, NATHAN, NATHAN, NATHAN DETRROOOIIIIIT.
OK, that's not the way it goes. There are some words in there that I'm forgetting, but exCUSE me. I'm not *in* the musical. I just play the piano ...
I'm gettin' married tothe widow next door.
Oh sakes. Dear Chaz, I think that you should be less violent. I do, I do! Sakes. bah. Well. Isn't that just peachy? I think that it is!!! Anyway. I just think that it is bad to promote violence! If you don't stop with this violence stuff, I'll have to hit you!!!! :)
Really, really, really enjoy Jackie Chan movies.
As if everyone doesn't know already.
Oh, wait, everyone doesn't know already. CHAZ, YOU MISSED THE JACKIE CHAN MOVIE!! It was all I could do to sit still.
SHOW ME THE MONEY.
SHOW me the MONEY. SHOW me the money.
Does anyone else enjoy that phrase as much as I?
That's not the point of this post. The point this post is to say that I archived a bunch of these files. That's all. Goodbye.
SHOW ME THE MONEY
Hohoho with the cream filling.
I love Pretender
I love laser tag
I love pizza
I love Titanic
I love summer
I love sunsets
I love swimming
well, that certainly answered my question.
here's a list of stuff I'm sure you all want to know
I love big guns
I love purple baby dragons
I love pick up trucks
I love rain
I hate snow
I love lazer tag
I hate liars, cheaters, etc.
I love blue
I love all these things, but most of all
I love you
that last poem was directed to anyone who wants to believe that it was directed to them.
Word. To yer brother.
Is this a guessing game?
Because guessing games are no fun. I'm bad at them.
Does anyone happen to have a name for a REAAAAAAALLLY REEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLYYYYYY *REEEEEEEEEAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLYYYYYYYYYYYY* cute and fluffy kitten??? SHE'S NAMELESS!
I decided to make my own list.
Nothing like following the crowd.
I love kittens.
I love my lizards, although they aren't real.
I love Nicolas Cage.
I dispise Matt Damon.
I love technology.
I love lazer tag.
I love the people who are reading this, yes, you, silly goose!
I love Sphere.
I love my cousin Tami (because I know she's not one of the priviledged people reading this.)
I love debate.
I love singing with the radio.
I love the Newsboys.
I love ...
I really wish I had time to read all the lovely things people have wriiten since I last visited, but I don't, so I'll just congratulate you on your epic tale successs and creativity and soon be on my way!
the princess bride.
tu miras, por favor!!!!!!
I seem to have started a trend here. :) Everyone must now add their "I love" poems. :)
Mine was too short I didn't get everything. :) Nope, nope, nope, not everything..... :)
I enjoy chocolate.
Rose enjoys Bruce Willis.
Lucy enjoys Hanson.
I enjoy *****
See, I could tell you what ***** stands for but then I would have to kill you. Besides, it's a secret. Shhhhhh. :)
I'm feeling rather giddy. Can you tell? :)
I'm going to cry...
I added something to this page and no one has commented on it in this guestbook. I'm sad now. After all it took me 20 minutes to complete. :) SO GO LOOK AT IT!!!
Actually I won't cry, because I am in a wonderful mood. :)
I just had to add one last thing....
Hohoho with the cream filling!!!!!
jack jack jack jack
what exactly is Dave??
looks like a plaid colored Newt.
I believe in Santa Claus
Just in case there's anyone left alive who doesn't already know what I want for christmas, I'll tell you.
I want a GAU-8. that's a 20 foot long, seven-barrelled, high speed, fully automatic, lazer aimed, 30-mm gattling gun. The only problem(s) is that it wouldn't fit under the tree, and it costs about $250,000.
I think Moo is a perfect name for a cute, adorable little kitten.
Either that or Jack. Jack is a cool name.
I have decided something.
Of course, I'm always deciding things, and this, as usual, isn't one of the most exciting things in the world.
My kitten's name is "Hollywood." Tami's idea. I like it, though. I don't know if she was joking or what, but I like it.
Also, JOSEPHINE! STOP WITH THE *****'s, because they're bothering me. And you know what? About five seconds from now, I'm going to send an email, BEGGING to know what they mean. Because I just can't figure it out ...
And if you didn't want anyone to comment, shouldn't have written it in the guestbook.
I like Jeff Goldblum.
Oh, yes, I do.
Dave is a cute, little, adorable lizard. He looks like Castor (I switched Nic's name, in case anyone was wondering), only Castor is purple. And Doug, who I've had longer, is a green iguana. He's cute, too. You should see him. Adorable.
Oh, yes. Jeff Goldblum. Bye!
Captain's Log- Stardate 243566
Hi. My show was just taken off the air .Soooooo I spend all my time locked up in my Ready Room and surfing the net.Riker has total control over the ship and Dr. Crusher has me on 12 different medications.I have locked every body out, execept for Guinan who brings me my drinks.Deanna Troi is living outside my door hoping to be let in. Fat chance! Data is no longer up and running because Riker has Geordi trying to break through my homemade force fields 24 hours a day.Well i'll leave now. Time for my nap.
live long and prosper. Not!
Ummmm. I have one thing to say about that last entry. Everyone, join with me in saying it ...
newts and dianna troy
stardate-I don't care.
you evil person! IIIII have been saying newts for forever-how dare you!!!!!!!!!! burn!!!!!! just kididng. you can say it if you like.
who's the big star trek fan. Ask dulia or lucy, I used to watch that show religiously, don'tcha know?
anywho, very clever, star-trek boy. or gal
i love pumpkin pie.
i love the princess bride.
i love greg on dharma and greg
i love chris Kattan.
i love autumn
that about covers it, aye?
newt newt newt newt newt newt
Newt is a nice word. I'm in kind of a cheerful mood right now. so,
What was I going to say? I was going to say something importantly important. I know I was. And it wasn't about newts. But it was--OH! YEAH!
I love Chris Kattan, too.
I LOVE A NIGHT AT THE ROXBURY.
And that's all.
How I Like To Take Everyones Time Slot.
THIS IS JUDGE JUDY AND I AM A JERK. MY LIFE IS TO TAKE TIME SLOTS. I THINK I AM SOOOOOOO COOL. PICARD WAS MY ENEMY FOR YEARS AND I FINALLY DEFEATED HIM! I FINALLY CLIMBED FROM MY 3 AM SLOT TO THE BEST! AND ALL I HAD TO DO WAS BRIBE A FEW PEOPLE. LIKE MICHELLE AND STEVE. I'M YELLING BECAUSE I ALWAYS YELL.SO IF YOU LIKE GOOD QUALITY GARBAGE THEN WATCH MY SHOW.
And this computer system is very much better than the old beater at the rec center. I took all of .0034 seconds to load this page. I timed it.
Watch my show.
Please do not forget to watch my show. It is on Thursdays, at 10/9 central. You will see such funloving characters such as me and Carter. I'm sure that there are others, but I've forgotten all of their names. Once again, that's Thursday, 10/9 central. Thanks. Bye.
P.S. I like cheese. Mozarella is my favorite.
Warning: Random Muggings.
Do not, I repeat, DO NOT, carry caramel apple suckers while you are unarmed. You will be mugged in the street for them. Or in your own home, for that matter. Please be very, very careful while handling these dangerous items.
carameled apple muggings
To the poor soul who has all of her caramel apple suckers stolen: I highly recommend the
purchase of a GAU-8.
Get me one, too.
This is the former Lucy. Now, I've been re-christened as "Dot". Such fun.
I thought I would comment on you geust book. You people are insane. I amused myself for quite a while reading this. Hear we go- ahem!......
Someone has a fasination with weapondry,
Someone has a problem with newts,
Several have to list what they love,
And someone has an obsession with ******
Some people are just plain weird.
did I get everyone?
You will see.....
I'm Miss Parker.Thats right.I dont have a first name, a humour, or modest skirts.My lifes work is trying to catch a pretender named Jared.He dosnt have a last name, a home, or a family.I really am kidding myself however, because he is a pretender, he can become anyone he wants to be.So I have no hope of ever catching him but I try anyway.I try to please my father who of course turn out to be a bad guy, probably at the next season finale.I also have a brother whom we ALL knew was going to be Mr. Lyle (no one in my family has first names) he and I dont get along but they needed another bad guy sooooo here he is! well, I enjoyed telling you this...... not really I dont enjoy anything.I have to go now and start another futile chase of Jared whom I wont ever catch because, he is a Pretender.
* ***** **** ***, *** **** *'* **** ** **** ***.
This bothers me
Oh yes, it does. I hate not knowing who wrote an entry, and above all I HATE NOT KNOWING WHAT AN ENTRY SAYS.
I have no idea who the summarizer of our guestbook is, but I'm guessing it's someone we know. And I don't know who or what that last message was about, but I'm guessing Josephine wrote it, because it's either Dot or Jos, and Dot has been uncharacteristically subdued lately, so I don't think it's her.
Maybe it's a vast conspiracy, and it was actually her. She's been acting this way, just to confuse everyone with that last entry.
EITHER WAY, I WANT TO KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS.
Two can play at this game.
********* ***** **. *** ** ***** ** ******* ***** **, *** *** *** ***** *****, ** **** *** ***** *** ** *****. *** *'* *****, ** * *** ***!!!! :)
I probably won't remember what that means five minutes from now, but no one who is involved with the entry will like it, so it's probably a good idea.
identity a secret
I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you.
I think that it was Marissa. Look at the letters.
A Door, A Window, A House.
I love that. No one will ever know what it means. And if someone does know it means that someone told them. That's the only way they would know.
LOL! I KNOW! I KNOW!!! I KNOW WHAT "A door. A window. A house." means!!!! But, I know that if I told, Josephine would never *talk* to me again. So, I won't say. BWHHAHHAHAAAAAAA! hehehe. That was nice. It's *real* nice. Bah. I've got to sit here and wait for 28 pages of lyrics to Christmas Carols to print out for the wee children at my church so they can learn the words to the songs so that when the Christmas play comes around, they won't be standing up there, looking around like, "Oh. Sakes. We don't know the words to the songs." Anyway. I'm just waiting for that to print out, so, I'll sign this in the meantime. :)
yakko, wakko, and dot
United States, Canada, Mexico, Panama, Haiti, Jamiaca, Peru
Republic Dominican, Cuba, Carribean, Greenland, El Salvador too
Puerto Rico, Columbia, Venezuela, Honduras, Guiana, and still
Guatemala, Bolivia, then Argentina, Ecuedor, Chile, Brazil
Costa Rica, Belize, Nicaragua, Bermuda, Bahamas, Tobago, San Juan
Paraguay, Uruguay, and Suriname, French Guiana, Barbados, and Guam
I thought I'd share that I haven't been here in awhile and that I know what the door, window, house thing is and that I will be at Youth Group tomorrow and that I'm talking to Dave now, because he just got on and IMed me and I'm trying to fix my webpage and it will never be fixed because it's dumb and always has something wrong with it and the stupid Tripod people changed everything around and I don't like it and do you think this could be the longest runon sentence in the world because if it is I could go in the Guiness Book of World Records for something else other than banana stickers.
That wasn't really as long as it looked in this little texty box.
I have a new word:
***** (five stars)
would anyone mind explaining the significance of "Would you like to go to the emergency room with us?"
I don't understand it.
I get confused easily.
That's what would happen. No.
I'm not going to tell you what it means, but I'll give you a two word hint:
I have no topic.
I think that I might do something today. And, sakes!!!!!!!! i haven't been to this guestbook in a long while. *sniff* i've missed it. Oh well. that's life. :) bye.
READ THE ADDRESS
I'm extremely in a BAD mood. I want to burn something. something with telly tubbies on it. perhaps the *lovely* thing Dot sent me, hmm?
My name is Jared and I am a Pretender.I can become anyone I want to be, because I am a Pretender.I dont have a last name because Miss.Parker dosnt have a first.I spend most of my time searching for my parents with just enough of me saving others so that I'm not a yawn.I am over confident and have sometimes been kinda arrogant but I deserve to be because...... I'm a pretender.I'm really in love with Miss.Parker and I really dont hate Sydney or Broots but we have to keep the show running so my marrige to "Parker" will have to be a show finale kind of thing.Well, I have people to save and trails to lay down and meaningless phone calls to make, so goodbye for now.Remember, I am a Pretender.
On behalf of all people so unfortunate as to be named mo, I wish to declare the following:
Why couldn't "Cousin It" have been my brother?
Instead I got Mr. Lyle. Some family. My mother was killed by the Centre. (Although Daddy insists that it was a suicide.) My so called brother has commited more crimes than I can count. One of which was killing Jarod's brother, Kyle. My own father lies to me every chance he gets. And he is far too trusting of Lyle. The minute it's convenient, Lyle will turn around and stab us in the backs. But for now, it's to his advantage to just play the game.
I decide who lives or dies.
Or at least I used to decide. Until Lyle shot me while I was trying to save my brother. Yes, that's right. Mr. Lyle. The guy who had already been beaten over the head with a pipe, stabbed with a knife, shot, and had an oozing sore where his thumb used to be. Yes, Mr. Lyle made it out alive while I died. I should decide who lives or dies.
I am I human sponge.
I can absorb the emotions of a person from an object they once touched. I can become what they were feeling. I wasn't always this way. Raines tried to make me into a Pretender like Jarod but the experiment failed. And this is what I became.
I wrote letters to Kyle while he was in prison using the name "CJ"- Cracker Jack. See the Centre doesn't think that I'm a threat so they don't monitor me. But I know how to escape. Just like Jarod did. And I know how to access every room in the Centre through the duct work. I know most of the Centre's secrets and they even suspect a thing.
I have only one thumb.
The other was cut off when I double crossed a Japanese mob. Took forever to heal. I, like the rest of my true family, have only a last name. Miss Parker and I are twins that were seperated at birth. Our parents were told that I was dead. Although Raines knew all along that I was alive. I was adopted and when I was a teenager I killed my best friend and faked my own murder. My adoptive father took the blame and is now in prison for it. I also faked my death again when Miss Parker tried to shoot me. However I am back at the Centre working to catch Jarod.
I am in a mean mood. not really, just when I'm at this site. :)
Who*ever* keeps writing these cryptic annoying messages from the Centre, should be...be...strapped to the ceiling, with a room full of people with bowls of pudding, and spoons. Yes. (ahem, JOSEPHINEEEEEEE!) Or, maybe, someone smooth (with hand motion) will have to delete them!!! HAHHAAAAAAA! Good idea!!! :) Anyway. Bye.
I hate Alannis Morrisette.
I hate this song by her. "Thank You." What a dumb, dumb song. And someone just said that the music video is even dumber. I hate Alannis Morrisette, and I will never, never, never, never agree that Rebecca St. James sounds like her, because I like Rebecca St. James too much to put her down like that. I like her CD. I listened to it on the way home from debate last night.
I WON BOTH MY DEBATES!!
Today is a bad day.
I'm not in a bad mood. This is just a very bad day.
(as I walk awa-a-ay)
watch me unravel, i'll soon be naked.
lying on the flo-or, lying on the flo-or. blah blah blah bla-ah.
ok, enough with that. I'm not even sure what song that is. geesh.
seite ocho nueve diez
once, doce, trece....eh.
"Raindrops on roses and whiskers on treefrogs.
Bright copper ponies, and warm woolen treefrogs.
Brown paper treefrogs all covered with sliiiiiime.
These are a few of my favorite treefrogs.
Girls in white dresses with blue satin treefrogs.
Treefrogs that stay on my nose and my treefrogs.
Silver white treefrogs all covered in treefrogs.
These are a few of my favorite treefrogs.
When the treefrogs bites.
When the treefros sings.
When I'm feeling saaaaaaad.
I simply remember my favorite treefrogs,
and then I don't feel so..._______"
Hello....good to see you all.
Wow. Such glorious things!
Happy 2 days after thanksgiving.
Dot and Charlie and Karla
bill gates: oops
go look at lotion. go buy kiss a treefrog(a warm, woolen one) but DON'T....under any circumstances....pet a phonograph.
Dot, we are glorious fools.
I can't believe we sent our story to Bill Gates.
We'll be arrested and then we'll never be able to wear pretty dresses like that girl on the supposed horrid movie. MJB
holy canoli. I think the gay lizard craze needs to stop. You need to get a stuffed newt.
..... is a sad, sad, thing.
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