5.6.03 SAY GOODBYE TO THE GHETTO
So I decided that I'm going to pack up everything on Thursday when Ellen puts her stuff in storage. We're renting a U-Haul van to move our stuff to storage. And out of Ellen, who ran into a cinder block wall (it was raining) and me, who has no moving violations, guess who's driving for her first time in the city. The roads we're going to drive down aren't that hectic, so we should be ok. I guess we'll see how it goes.

Anyway, since I will not have a computer, I will not have AIM and probably will update even less than I do now. If you wanna talk to me, you'll just have to call my cell phone: (775) 250-3445. Otherwise, you're gonna have to wait till I get home. Mwhahaha.

5.4.03 THE MOST WONDERFUL YEARS OF YOUR LIFE...
I just realized that after four years of tormenting my English teachers, giving Mr. Bonine even more grey hair, and breaking Lafyette Simpson (and FHS's) detention record, all I learned from my four years at FHS is that "this is the way the world ends, not with a bang, but a whimper." Time well-spent, for sure.

I'm going to help you learn something that you can use for the rest of your life: don't read the guestbook. Sure, you've been warned to not eat the mystery meat, but seriously, don't fall into the same trap my dear Aunt Sherry did-- stay away from the guestbook. It's evil.... eeeeeeevil.

A link to my website is now on my cousin Jonathan's website. Very exciting, considering he lives in D.C., along with a certain member of the Executive branch who might happen to stumble across his page and see my link....

5.2.03 "Veronica Brown" doesn't sound so bad...
Sorry it's been so long since I've updated. It's another pathetic attempt at being a Brown sister. Actually, I've just been really busy commuting back and forth, on top of doing school and conferences with teachers.

Where to begin....

Classes are officially over-- phew. It still hasn't hit me, but when it does, party in 1512A. Woo!

So all I have to do is just rewrite one essay, go to the Writing Center, finish my final essay, take my Solar System final, and Political Theory final and I'm done! Well, and pack. But then I'm done.

Dogsitting is going well, thanks. People are so nice to you when you have a dog, especially a really cute one. We'll be walking down the street and people will say, "Heeeeeeey, Corgi!". I don't know how they know my stagename.

Man, that Bill Cosby knows what he's talking about-- kids do say the darndest things. The kindergarteners have been so crazy this week, Sandy and I are going insane. On Wednesday we made these nice little Mother's Day stories and the kids took turns going in front of the class and reading them. Well, little Daniel, who is slower than most and always just totally out in space and lost, gets up in front of the class to read his story. I was setting up the art thing we were going to do next, so my back was to the class, and Sandy was in the back of the class, when Daniel gets the ok to go. He starts out looking at his picture and says, "I'm bleeding." I look at Sandy and we both laugh, as that is a very Daniel thing to say. His picture has red on it, so I thought he drew himself bleeding on a Mother's Day present. But no, he was really bleeding-- bloody nose. Sandy realized it before I did, so she runs up, gives Daniel some Kleenex and sends him back to his seat with the instructions to keep it pressed on his nose. But not before Becky says, "Daaaaan-iel. When you go on stage, you're not supposed to bleeeeed," like he planned it or something. So the kids go on, I go on cutting, and I hear Sandy say, "Daniel!!" I turn around and Daniel is sticking little pieces of the Kleenex up his nose, one by one. I almost die laughing and Sandy just sighs and says "Oy! Give me strength..." Good times.

Ellen and I went to see "A Mighty Wind" last night. It was pretty funny. It's not as quotable as "Best in Show," but it's some good stuff. If you're from Fernley, Eugene Levy's character totally reminds me of Allan Montechelle, in that burned out hippie type of way.

Also for you Fernley people, Kim Milke is officially moving in. Or actually, admitting that she lives with Danny, instead of acting like since she has stuff at Michelle's and visits her Mom's that she doesn't "live live" with Daniel. Congratulations to the new bride.

For everyone who doesn't live in Fernley, I apologize for the vandalism of my guestbook-- don't bother reading it. I would delete them, but I need something to show to the tabloids when they're famous geological and art people.

We're going to see *coughLizzieMcGuiremoviecough* at 9:50 tonight. Yes, she's leaving home and going to Rome. I hate Ellen birthday weeks.

Ciao!

4.27.03 Look Ma, I'm a star!
I can once again add "actress" to my resume. My friend, James the Canadian (that's his full name) made this movie last semester for his class, starring moi and a film writer named Matt. You can check it out on his site, JamesDarling.com or you can just click here. He approached me with "I thought it would be funny if it was about two people IMing each other from the same room.... they're losers." Lexi and I took great offense at the dissing of our favorite (well, second favorite) freshman pasttime. But a star was born....

Yes, I'm listening to "Hurt" over and over as I write this. I Tivo-ed it today, so I no longer have to switch back and forth between the 3 Country stations I have in Chelsea, waiting to see it on the Top 20s. Good thing, too, cause I was getting pretty sick of "Beautiful Day" by that Cagle guy.

Man, I'm a loser.

4.26.03 I hurt myself today, to see if I still feel
I interrupt this writing of my essay to tell you that Johnny Cash has done it again. I'm so into his song "Hurt." Download it now! Well worth your time and computer space. Sure, you've heard the NIN version, but let me tell you, that is CRAP compared to Johnny's. If you watch the video, it's even better. This song is definitely my song of the moment. Oh yeah, listen to it LOUD.

Dogsitting is going very well. Keaton (the dog) snores. It's so cute. And he hates the rain, so today's little walk was very short. It's too bad I'm not a guy, cause Keaton gets alllll the ladies. Guys-- I highly suggest getting a corgi. Chicks dig 'em. Keaton is so un-street smart. He just walks anywhere he wants to, regardless of whether there's already someone walking there or not. It's pretty sad that my life has become centered around him and his activities. I was freaking out yesterday when we went for a walk and I realized that I didn't have a poop bag. I was like a new mother who realizes half way to the park that she forgot the extra bottle. I felt like a total dork.

Well, I have to be back in Chelsea in 2 hours for a walk and dinnertime, so I have to start on my essay.

Don't forget to listen to "Hurt." Do it now. Then check out the tunes on the quote pages. Booyah.