cucumber's Diaryland Diary
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the apartment, more tests
more tests. tests are fuuuun.
i went to look at the basement apartment today. okay, this motherfucker is HUGE. the bedroom is twice the size as mine now, and there's a living room the same size, a kitchen/dining room the size of the two other rooms put together, bathroom with a shower and nice tiles, everything is pretty and white and clean (not for long.. hehe) and there's two doors seperating the apartment from the house upstairs (where my parents will be.) *happy lex slam dance*
I AM 53% GOTH.
Oh My Goth! You Goth, Girl. There is a good chance I am bi. Freakiness pumpsthrough my viens, but I can still laugh at myself.
I AM 40% PUNK.
Well, I may know what punk is, but... Okay maybe some people think I am punk, but is that enough? Nope.
My Mad Libs story: Once upon a time, there was a whimsical, emotional girl named Lex. Everyone loved Lex, but that didn't matter. You see she was hairy and in love with Rezo, who happens to hate hairy girls. Lex tried very hard not to be hairy. She even tried screaming. But that didn't work.
Then one day while jumping through a very thirsty Europe, she lied upon a hot Unicorn. This hot Unicorn spoke to Lex and said, "If you can answer my riddle I will grant you a wish."
Well Lex smoked up. And she shortly said, "What is your riddle, purple Unicorn?"
The Unicorn replied, "If a Salamander has a building, how many bongs does it sell?"
Lex thought about the riddle and answered, "15!"
The Unicorn began flying, then it shouted, and turned into a female Songwriter. The female Songwriter pleaded and said, "You are correct! You turned this old Unicorn into back into a handsome female Songwriter. What is your wish?"
Lex was so happy! She knew exactly what she wanted, "I don't want to be hairy any more! That way Rezo will fall in love with me."
The female Songwriter then cooked his hot Bible and Lex was no longer hairy! She left the Europe to find Rezo. When she did, she found him smoking Xenia, the superficial girl from fear and loathing in North York. And Rezo and Xenia lived quickly ever after. Lex, on the other hand, died a intelligent spinster.
The end.
Take the GOTH Test at Fuali.com!
Take the PUNK/POSER Test at Fuali.com!
Make your own Mad Lib story
19:16 - 25 October 2001
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Geek Test
Since I just loooove the pussy online quizzes:
I AM 29% GEEK.
I probably work in computers, or a history deptartment at a college. I never really fit in with the "normal" crowd. But I have friends, and this is a good thing.
Take the GEEK Test at Fuali.com!
I woulda got higher, but I'm not much for l33t shit. pfft.
15:49 - 25 October 2001
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penguins, they smell like gasoline
check it out, i'm a penguin! i kick ass. and in the job description for p[enguin types, it says ideally a journalist, or a designer. go me.
05:47 - 25 October 2001
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As long as I know how to love I know I'll stay Alive
mmm. I know, too many posts.
My friend Stina is pregnant. In April, I will be an Auntie! Sort of. She is my punani sister after all. The father is a cute British boy (of course he is a cute British boy - Stina is a hot Iclander and she lives in London! How much cooler could she be?) named Chris I believe.
Also in current Lex's-Friend news: my dear friend Kate recently got married. Congratulations, my dear! :) Unfortunatley, this means her departure from the great land of T-Dot, as she is moving to England. Lucky bitch. (She knows I love her.)
As well, Kaz and Nikki, are youse free the 15th of November? I'm thinking you, me, and Lisa go out to the Velvet Underground or something and celebrate my finally turning legal!!! It's a Thursday unfortunately, that's the only day Lisa's free. If either of you are, tell me, if not, I'll go just with Lisa on the Thursday and with you guys November 16th or something. Any other 19+ Torontonians are free to come too, email me with dates you're free after the 14th of November!
And if you're not from Toronto, get your ass over here and join the festivities! Free cucumbers for all.
This computer isn't working up to my illutrious high standards, so it's looking like I'm going to take this one back in on Friday and get a new one. It's a 30 day warranty (used computer) so I'm going to just say 'Look, this is crap, I want a good one.' My parents' computer runs fine, and it is the exact same model/price, so there's no reason mine should be so pissy. There, end rant, etc.
But when I get the new one I might lost the Internet connection for a day or two, my laziness permitting. So don't fret if it's all quiet round my way for a few days. I will survive.
04:21 - 25 October 2001
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you shall above all things be glad and young
Wow, it's not today at all, it's 4 a.m. The end of October. I'm writing you now just to see if you're better.
Whoops, lost myself there. Anyway, today I got a sweeeeet surprise in the mail today. A package from Amazon.com containing 100 Selected Poems of e. e. cummings! I don't have to tell you how wonderful that made me feel. Anyway, it came from Shauna, but since I got a new computer I lost all my emails and cannot find her email address or URL (pot kills brain cells, chicklets) and so I cannot thank her!
If you are Shauna, or you know Shauna (from Minnesota, if that helps.) please contact ALEXIS' MOST WANTED at crazystudy@home.com! THANK YOU
And now, the quote from the top of this page in full:
you shall above all things be glad and young
For if you're young,whatever life you wear
it will become you;and if you are glad
whatever's living will yourself become.
Girlboys may nothing more than boygirls need:
i can entirely her only love
whose any mystery makes every man's
flesh put space on;and his mind take off time
that you should ever think,may god forbid
and (in his mercy) your true lover spare:
for that way knowledge lies,the foetal grave
called progress,and negation's dead undoom.
I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance
--e. e. cummings,
"you shall above all things be glad and young"
04:10 - 25 October 2001
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So long, Marianne
I'm in such a happy mood today that all I can do is quote, quote, quote. Well, maybe write a bit, later. But for now - Leonard Cohen's So Long, Marianna. I did a Leonard Cohen template tonight for Lex Designs. Yay me. And some Smiths ones and a Suede one. Go look!
Come over to the window, my little darling,
I'd like to try to read your palm.
I used to think I was some kind of Gypsy boy
before I let you take me home.
Well you know that I love to live with you,
but you make me forget so very much.
I forget to pray for the angels
and then the angels forget to pray for us.
We met when we were almost young
deep in the green lilac park.
You held on to me like I was a crucifix,
as we went kneeling through the dark.
Your letters all say that you're beside me now.
Then why do I feel alone?
I'm standing on a ledge and your fine spider web
is fastening my ankle to a stone.
For now I need your hidden love.
I'm cold as a new razor blade.
You left when I told you I was curious,
I never said that I was brave.
Oh, you are really such a pretty one.
I see you've gone and changed your name again.
And just when I climbed this whole mountainside,
to wash my eyelids in the rain!
Now so long, Marianne, it's time that we began
to laugh and cry and cry
and laugh about it all again.
03:59 - 25 October 2001
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