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Forget the Ninja Turtles? Surely not. I dressed up as one for Halloween when I was little. Isn't it Raphael who goes off and has a tantrum and gets kidnapped in the first movie? I'm going to keep the blue hair until it fades and starts to look like crap, anyway. It was just too much trouble to do to change it again. But you know, I'd like to see a grandma with this color hair. She'd definitely be someone I'd want to go talk to. I think my point about this color not really existing was proven when I tried to find an example for you online. The closest was just plain old Blue which isn't quite right. I think it'd be really funny to go knock on that guy's door and see if he remembers me. Of course, my luck he'd turn out to be a serial killer, so maybe not. Val

Hell, it can't be much more personal than what I've said already. I think there are a lot of reasons why I'm not happy. External things, mostly. It's too complicated to explain briefly, but I guess the point isn't exactly that he makes me unhappy, but that whenever I try to rise above the negativity, he's always there to piss me off. I don't think it's his job to fix it, I just think it'd be nice if he didn't hamper my efforts, or god forbid tried to help out a little. He doesn't act like he cares (and I was careful to say it that way, because he insists that he does care) how I feel or if I'm trying or not, he just gets pissy if I'm in a bad mood around him. The fact that I've done a lot recently to try and make my life better doesn't seem to mean anything. And "constantly" has been a few years now, although it's never been quite this bad. It is true that every time one of us opens our mouth, the other assumes something nasty is going to come out, which obviously starts a lot of unncessary fights.

I've decided I like writing in my blog because it's a good place to get my feelings out, like a journal or something, only I've never been able to keep one of those. I figure that no one who doesn't want to read it has to, and it's a good way to keep from telling the people who do care the same story over and over. And yeah, somehow it does feel like I'm freer to say what I'm thinking. Val

If I was just picking my favorite actor, I'd say Harrison Ford, no question. But, Baldwin is better as Jack Ryan. The thing is, Ryan is supposed to be sort of this bookish analyst type, who doesn't necessarily want to use force, and I can buy Baldwin more in that role. Harrison Ford is better suited to the ass-kicking president, like in Air Force One. Val

Thanks, everybody! I'm gonna just say everything I have to say here, cause I don't have much time. I'm in the library on some retarded guest pass, because my library card is expired and they're giving me crap about not having any proof of my new address. I won't have the internet at home till next Thursday, because apparently the entire city decided they want it and that's the soonest anyone can come. I can check my yahoo email on my cell phone, so if anyone wants to email me, feel free. So, yeah...I guess that's it. Val

The other colors hurt my eyes. I just use the blue because it's so light. And Snow Dog, how can you take over the world if you fear change? Val

Yeah, got off the road just in time. I don't think it made me feel better that like 5 different people told me how lucky I was I didn't die. Val

I hate it when... I'm going 70mph on the interstate and my driveshaft is suddenly lying in the road.

Happy birthday, xan...again. It was after midnight here, no matter what J says! Val

What are you complaining about? You still got it way before I did. I hate time zones! I'm so eager to find out what happens that I can't actually settle down and read all the words on the page. I've only made it to the third chapter so far, and I'm usually a really fast reader. But then I did get distracted by "awesomely bad love songs" on VH1. Val

Well, I've finally got my copy, at 3:30 in the freaking afternoon. My bf had pre-ordered a copy, but we couldn't get it last night cause he had to work until 1 am. He ran down the street to Barnes and Noble and got there as the employees were locking the door, and there were people sitting all over the sidewalk reading the book. Then I couldn't convince him to get up this morning and be there when they opened. But it's mine now! Val

Wow, I've never heard of such a violent reaction to Nirvana. I'm not as big a fan as some, but I do think Unplugged in NY is a spectacular album. Though I enjoy the cheesy 80s stuff sometimes, I liked that grunge was supposed to be about disenchantment, and saying screw you to hair metal, with its macho showboating and lack of social consciousness. I guess I was at a good angst-ridden age when I first heard Nirvana and some of the other more popular grunge bands, like Pearl Jam, STP, and Alice in Chains. Some of this stuff I mostly like for nostalgic reasons, but I still think a lot of it's good. It also doesn't hurt that it has a lot in common with first-generation punk. Val

Thought I'd get in on the whole not being able to wear jewelry discussion. I basically can't have any kind of metal touching my skin, or I develop the most awful rash. I've tried the nickel free/sensitive skin jewelry, and that doesn't help. I've tried buying little kids' plastic watches, but there's always metal somewhere against my wrist. The absolute worst, though, is this pair of jeans I bought that has two metal snaps instead of a button. It never occured to me until after about a week of wondering why my poor belly button was so itchy. Val

I was waiting around at an auto repair place (being jerked around is more like it) yesterday and had a pretty amusing musical discussion. I was wearing a Van Halen t-shirt, and this 50-something guy behind the counter got really excited, and I ended up talking to him for 5 mins or so. I took the opportunity to make fun of a certain teenager who'd never heard of Van Halen, and the guy said, "How can anyone not have heard of Van Halen? Maybe if it was one of those fly-by-night bands like Twisted Sister or something." Anyway, Snow Dog, I never claimed to belong to the Rainbow sect. I think it might just be my attention span. I won't pass up an opportunity to listen to Pour Some Sugar on Me, though. And gobears, I like your jukebox story. I got some really dirty looks for playing Black Sabbath for a bunch of girl scouts once. Oh, and I probably would have said Paranoid, although it's a lot of the same stuff anyway. That 3 album question is impossible, it's like asking which of my fingers I'd like to keep. And again with the attention span, I tend to make compilation CDs of my own, rather than listen to 20 songs in a row by the same band. Val

Well this is a dangerous question. I could drive myself crazy trying to keep the list short. I like loud, energetic music, and I guess if I had to pick a favorite type I'd go with old school punk. I actually (gasp) agree with almost all of Snow Dog's choices, except I can't tolerate Pink Floyd. I have a thing for cheesy 80s rock, and my dirty little secret is that I sometimes listen to Poison-and like it. In my mp3 collection I've got everything from the Sex Pistols to Marilyn Manson to Johnny Cash. Despite, or maybe because of, my countrified upbringing, I hate country music, although I sort of like bluegrass. I was really into metal in high school, but I've kind of lost my taste for it. And oddly enough, I'm a big Benny Goodman fan, because I play clarinet. Val

I hate it when I lose still more of what little faith I had left in humanity. I was on the bus today and it stopped to pick up a guy, who for some reason decided to stand out in the road and dig through his wallet for the fare. Then there's a few really confused moments where this white car goes speeding past on the right and the guy disappears from view. We all thought he'd been run over, but as it turns out the driver of the car tried to snatch his wallet. The guy held on, and the driver stood on the gas, dragging the guy for a few feet until finally the wallet tore in half and he fell on his face in the middle of the road. Just a lovely display of human behavior, don't you think? Val

I have two in each ear, and I'd probably get more except I'm kind of a baby when it comes to pain. Val

When I was in junior high I had a Packard Bell ( ) I called Brumhilda.

My grandmother used to talk through entire movies. "Who's that?" "What's going on?" "Oh don't go in there, you're gonna get killed!" Every time the villian would do anything, she'd yell "Oh you dirty bird!" Then at the end we'd have to spend a half hour explaining to her what the movie was about. Val

I think people here talk unbelievably weird, but I'm sure they think they same about me. My favorite has to be "yinz." as in "Yinz guys goin' to the Steelers game?" But as far as food and drink, there's a beer, Iron City, which people call "arn." Chipped chopped ham, which I think I call shaved ham. A slice of pizza is a cut, "Two cuts of pepperoni." There's the hoagie, which I always called a sub or just a sandwich. "Imp 'n Arn"-Iron City beer and a shot of Imperial whiskey. Sprinkles (as in little colored candies) are called jimmies. Oh, and this isn't a food one, but it's always puzzled me, a rubber band is a gum band. Val

I got an A in pre-calc and then ran as far away as I could. The only math I've taken since is a required class in college where, honest to god, we spent two weeks learning to add. Val

Mountain Dew always seems to go flat in about 30 seconds, otherwise it'd be my favorite. Val

That's interesting, because I always thought "pop" was a southern thing. Everyone in WV says it, and I used to, although now I try to make myself say soda in an ongoing effort to not sound like a hick. I tend to call all big roads interstates, whether it really is or not, and I say state troopers. And Chips made me think of Erik Estrada. Val

Crime and Punishment? Are you kidding? Well, of what I've read, Conrad, Kafka, and Camus are good, and I guess I can appreciate Shakespeare, although I wouldn't sit around reading it for fun. And I agree Snow Dog, that does sound like a depressing summer. Val

The backs of household cleaners can be fun as well. And I did discover that my dollar-store toothpaste is approved by the South African Dental Association. Val