tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41216412011-05-31T04:25:40.084ZLife's short and hard like a body-building elfMiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.comBlogger891100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-1153782262500692902006-07-24T23:02:00.000Z2006-07-25T11:36:47.703Z

It seems that it is absolutely impossible for me to maintain some sort of regular blog routine anymore. The last time I took a solemn vow to blog every day was over 3 months ago. My life is not as abhorrent as it was the last time I posted here, which is probably the reason why I haven't been writing. Like a true artist, I am only creative when I am eyeball-deep in my own misery. Me and Brandon

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-1147954414727831652006-05-18T11:52:00.000Z2006-05-31T16:14:15.896Z

Alright, fine! I accept the fact that my last post will never garner 10 comments. I have kept the hope alive for six months, but now I feel it is time to surrender to my own unpopularity and write a new blog. I am unhappy to report that the age old battle has concluded, the ultimate question has at last been laid to rest once the answer became abundantly clear. It's official. Brandon: I love you

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-1134591464306838792005-12-14T20:13:00.000Z2005-12-14T20:17:44.316Z

Hm, wow. One might think it was almost time for an update! Well boys and girls, it’s that time of year again. That joyous season. Ah yes, ‘tis the season to stress out, procrastinate and put on weight. Ring a ding ding. It’s Christmas. This year Christmas for me will be slightly unusual as I shall be spending them far away from the annual family neurosis and hysteria. Me and my boyfriend are

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-1125406301891981492005-08-30T12:49:00.000Z2005-08-30T12:51:41.896Z

In keeping with the theme of a fast-forward relationship, I brought the new beau home to meet the folks last night. At his repeated request, mind you. I’m not going How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days here. Although now that I mention it, our love fern is starting to look a tad under the weather...But, aside from all botanical woes...the meeting with the folks went surprisingly well. I am SO guarded

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-1124726275839033842005-08-22T15:55:00.000Z2007-07-13T02:08:52.619Z

Having been banished to the outer darkness of my own corner office in the middle of a lava rock field, I now find myself with time to update this website at long last. Oy vey how I know you have waited, my precious ones.Now, where to begin…Most noticeably, my love life has picked up considerably since I decided it was time to get deholified again. Life’s too short to be sweet, I’ve determined.

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-1122904853934376872005-08-01T14:00:00.000Z2005-08-01T14:05:41.770Z

The weary traveller returns... Ah, sweet alcohol how I must have subconsciously missed you. Being on the fast track to hell definitely has it's redeeming qualities. To my amazement, I didn't hear Satan cackling away in the distance either as I sipped on my firewater. Yes, you got it guys and dolls, I am currently nursing a broken tailbone after my monumental fall off the wagon. Let me relay the

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-1119534320177679852005-06-23T13:36:00.000Z2005-06-23T13:45:20.183Z

Mystery movie quote of the week: "C'mon sporto, level with me. Did you give her the hot beef injection?" So, now that I've made up my mind and turned my back on God and goodly things and am awaiting the first chance I get to dive headfirst into wanton debauchery, I think it's time to buckle down and really analyze what it is that I'm looking for. I've decided that I can't be too fussy. I've been

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-1117211505103401222005-05-27T16:15:00.000Z2005-05-27T16:31:45.110Z

Well well, it seems that in my ragged old age I have developed a case of blog-laziness. I have on many occasions solved the age old question of the meaning of life back and forth but due to aforementioned blog-laziness I neglected to write it down and due to aforementioned ragged old age, I have now forgotten every last word of it.Oh well!In the immortal words of Alice Cooper, school's out for

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-1114629529225898302005-04-27T19:18:00.000Z2005-04-27T19:18:49.226Z

Greetings and salutations.Something is amiss on planet earth as through a series of unforeseeable events, I have somehow become one of those “insanely busy” people. I got a great new job in Reyk, and then the semester is about to wrap up so all that end of the year coursework (that I should have spent the last 3 months doing) is now raining down upon me like locusts. All I need now are some

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-1111956005875011532005-03-27T20:27:00.000Z2005-03-27T20:49:34.836Z

This may be the last time I ever post here, since I fear I might be slipping into a diabetic coma any moment now. I have managed to consume what appear to be 90 lbs of chocolate, and I am only about halfway through my easter egg. Without a significant other to share this holiday with, I am getting increasingly happy that I chose Nerdbird to enjoy it with me.NerdbirdI became even more convinced

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-1111677376392460012005-03-24T15:15:00.000Z2007-07-13T02:10:44.875Z

I think a fairly accurate measure of how boring your life is, is how much of it you spend reading into meaningless details to try to add some sort of excitement. It's like the fanatics of old that played records backwards looking for Satanic messages. Surely, there must be something there!! Since I have once again found myself in the precarious situation of being crushing on someone (God help us

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-1110909160990136382005-03-15T17:50:00.000Z2005-03-15T17:53:17.210Z

Well, that's it. The world is officially against me now. This morning I was rather brave. Or braver than your average 5 year old anyway, and actually volunterally went to see a dentist. My dentist was rather displeased with my reluctance to come visit him, and read me the riot act for several minutes before actually getting to work. In retrospect, allowing him to become so worked up before he

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-1110812503108588092005-03-14T14:53:00.000Z2005-03-14T15:01:43.113Z

I've been wondering a lot lately about what it really means to be happy. How does one become happy? I've been trying to put my finger on what it is that I want to do with my life, and failing that I cannot possibly get paid great money for doing absolutely nothing, I think I’ve narrowed it down to a certain field that I care to work within. But the funny thing is, I can’t really see myself being

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-1107720187139253362005-02-06T20:02:00.000Z2005-02-06T20:03:07.140Z

This just in: The chinese celebrated the New Year today, saying goodbye to the year of the monkey and greeting the year of the rooster. Well, this certainly explains a few things, doesn't it? The year of the monkey?? Who can have good luck in such a proposterous year, I ask you? Damn Chinese. Things will hopefully start looking up for me soon then. I have a funny little feeling the Year of the

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-1106847076355732072005-01-27T17:28:00.000Z2005-01-27T17:35:20.913Z

Praise be, Friday night passed without so much as a hint of disaster anywhere. Ended up just having a really good time, despite having to shake off some of our society's more disturbed members who seemed hellbent on dancing at Mia's 5 digit disco at the end of the night. I think I may have been right on the money about the scent of blood. My outrageously tempting offers that night ranged from

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-1106357305111827062005-01-22T01:11:00.000Z2005-01-22T01:28:25.110Z

Lights blinding my eyes... Well, it's official. Wonders never cease. For the first time since the Reagan administration, I am going out on a Friday night. This surprise outing miraculously coincided with the day I went to the mall and bought a new "going out" outfit. Fate and luck are holding hands it seems and one can only wonder what disaster this could be leading up to. Were one so inclined

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-1105315835164127762005-01-10T01:09:00.000Z2005-01-10T00:10:35.163Z

My love horoscope for next week: Stay calm, don't take aggressive action and you will have far better luck when it comes to love. The less persistent and the more confident you are the better. Let potential lovers come to you Oh, FINE!!!

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-1105296412074164832005-01-09T18:28:00.000Z2005-01-09T18:49:57.106Z

If it seems to anyone that I was unduly harsh towards my mormon people in my last post, I do apologize. I can't seem to find a side of this issue I care to stand on. Everyone insists on either catagorizing you as for all of it, or against all of it. And it's just not that simple to me, really. But I think I've resigned myself to the fact that I most likely will always be mormon by definition (or

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-1104925544315561732005-01-05T11:18:00.000Z2005-01-05T11:49:37.326Z

Ladies and gentlemen of the north, south, east and west. Hear the words of my mouth! I don't know why I keep getting caught up in this "life partner" nonsense. The last thing I want right now, is a "life partner". I think the thing is I just want my choice of available life partners were I to lose my marbles and decide mating up would be a good idea, I just want others to want me as their life

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-1104169158426890542004-12-27T17:19:00.000Z2004-12-27T17:47:33.443Z

Happy suicide season, ladies and gentlemen! I trust you all had nice holidays, embraced by your family and loved ones, huddled up by the christmas tree, opening your presents... Ahh. This holiday is SO me. It's just so me, it's not even funny. Having torn through the wrappings on my christmas presents to reveal all sorts of assorted xmas goodies, my careful calculations tell me that I either

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-1102969544644743632004-12-13T19:48:00.000Z2004-12-13T20:25:44.646Z

I think the extended periods of time where I have suffered from self inflicted carpal tunnel syndrome have left me with an uncontrollable urge to fuck myself at every turn. I say this because I was due to have a final tonight, but since I for some reason neglected to study for it I managed to have it postponed until tomorrow morning. That's 12 hours from now. I have 300 pages of suckass ancient

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-1102808384375324462004-12-11T23:13:00.000Z2004-12-11T23:43:07.016Z

I have a genius new invention to tell you of. What it consists of I will have to get back to you on because I have no idea, but I can definitely say that somehow during my four hour diet I lost 4 lbs. It might be thanks to an innovative new exercise routine consisting of pulling out one's hair and rubbing one's hands together in a frantic manner whilst pacing the floor, I cannot say for sure. All

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-1102095870527950542004-12-03T17:35:00.000Z2004-12-03T17:44:30.526Z

Without having much time to elaborate on it, due to an urgent need to fret and pull out my hair, I am going on a date. I know, can you believe it? It has dawned on me that he will be picking me up in four hours. That's four hours from now. Tonight. I have four hours to go on a diet, make lots of money and go buy new clothes. This, as you can imagine, is rather worrying. So far the only four

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-1101071740905412172004-11-21T20:59:00.000Z2004-11-21T21:15:40.906Z

In the week since I last posted here I have communicated with the dead, the undead and even those who meet all the criteria for being considered alive alike. I actually managed to complete all the studying I was meant to do for last week which I had so memorably put off till the very last minute as usual and stunned audiences the world over by actually handing everything in on time. Well, "on

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-1100453633090742932004-11-14T17:04:00.000Z2004-11-14T17:33:53.090Z

I have just now completed the arduous task of removing everything that doesn't fit me anymore from my wardrobe, leaving only things I can wear with a clear conscience. Which basically meant ripping every single item out aside from a precious few assorted bits and bobs that still stretch enough to cover the ever expanding mass that is I. How depressing is that? I've decided to box up all the

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-1098677209320329642004-10-25T03:22:00.000Z2004-10-25T04:06:49.320Z

Is it just me, or are people hauling ass down the aisle in record numbers at the moment? In the past two months or so, 4 people I know have gotten married. All these weddings are stirring up some old and rather unattractive feelings in me for some reason. Don't get me wrong, far be it from me to begrudge them their happiness. Not at all. I really am very happy for each and every one of them. But

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-1097451045768478232004-10-10T20:31:00.000Z2004-10-10T23:30:45.766Z

The despair has reached a critical level, ladies and gentlemen. It has gotten so far that I am actually looking in the other direction and pretending not to notice that my friend is trying to find someone to set me up with. She's trying to get someone that she's seeing to find me a guy, and as far as I could tell out of the corner of my eye someone has been found. Now, I'm fairly positive this is

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-1096135208608989452004-09-25T17:07:00.000Z2007-07-13T02:16:05.252Z

Glory, glory hellolujah you delightful bunch of holy rollers out there. I am at long last confident that you have suffered withdrawal for long enough and that you have missed me sufficiently. You will hopefully forgive my lack of updates during this month, the muse was on vacation. Still is, really. But I thought I'd try my hand at this writing business without her. Muse schmooze, who needs 'em

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-1093980516811034642004-08-31T19:18:00.000Z2004-08-31T20:07:57.843Z

I've made a decision. One that will change everything and leave a long and winding skidmark down the epicenter of my life forever more. I've decided to actively become un-single. I've complained about my unfortunate singleness for many a weeks now, mourning the loss of whatever elusive trait it was that made me attractive to the weaker members of the opposite sex. I'm on a life-improvement

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-1093601937249290482004-08-27T09:59:00.000Z2004-08-27T10:18:57.250Z

Weeeell hello there, my devoted readers. I apologize for my extended absence... oh crap, who am I kidding? Who noticed I wasn't blogging, raise your hands? That's what I thought. Well, the time has at long last come when I have begun thinking beyond my parents' doorstep and am in my grand old age attempting to claw my way out of the chokehold of my mother's apron strings. Yes. You heard right,

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-1092427969888172312004-08-13T19:30:00.000Z2004-08-13T20:23:51.940Z

Greetings and beatings, my dear readers. It's just another 90°F day here in sunny Iceland.... does that sentence sound insanely weird to anyone else? I assure you I would not kid about such a serious matter nor have I been dabbling unhealthily in narcotics. It really is the fifth 90°F day in a row. In mid August. In Iceland. Our summers are usually pretty much over at this point. I think all this

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-1092258609477817482004-08-11T20:45:00.000Z2004-08-12T11:20:02.566Z

I don't know if it's the heat or my rather mundane job, but I think I'm finally losing the very last of my marbles. I've been reading paperback thriller after paperback thriller for weeks now, and I have reached a point where half the time I think I'm IN a paperback thriller. Which brings me to my question. Have you ever wondered how you would be described if you appeared as a character in one?

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-1091643376760839442004-08-04T17:24:00.000Z2004-08-24T11:21:07.016Z

I'm in shock. Pure unadulterated shock and astonishment. My last post got 4 whole comments, and half of those were not especially requested, ordered or begged for by me in any way. This is definite progress. But indulgence begets greed, so now I want more. I want more than one comment, I want friendly banter, I want lively expressions of livelier opinions and above all I want bottomless praise

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-1091493464442737832004-08-03T00:10:00.000Z2004-08-03T00:53:01.206Z

Well. This was certainlly interesting! Backstory: The parents graciously decided to leave what we all know is MY house for awhile and head off to the country side to apparently bask in the sunlight they told me about today while I stayed here behind in the rain. With the dog. THAT DAMN DOG! He was supposed to go spend the week at a doggy hotel as it is well known that I hate and detest this

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-1091124615987302412004-07-29T17:59:00.000Z2004-07-29T18:10:15.986Z

Hmm.  HMM. It seems that holy powers may have intervened in my daily blasphemy, the internet connection at the hotel cut out while I was typing the mormon joke of the day. A sign from above? I think so. But Jeebus or no Jeebus, I shan't be outsmarted when it comes to the deleriously nerdy, such as blogging. I have slyly moved faster than the creator this time and have moved to a different

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-1091114176321032052004-07-29T14:59:00.000Z2004-07-29T15:16:16.323Z

Greetings and salutations y'all, how's the country living going? Excelleeeent. I've discovered a way to pass the days now. Such a fine way in fact that I have trouble finding the time to do what little work I'm supposed to do. Ok, so that's a blatant exaggeration but nevertheless... trashy paperback thrillers. God, I love my trashy paperback thrillers. From 8 am to 5 pm I sit here virtually

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-1090947253566571632004-07-27T16:23:00.000Z2004-07-27T16:55:45.270Z

Born under an unlucky star, that's me. On this bright and beautiful summer morning I stopped by a gas station on my way to work to pick up some breakfast. I get out of the car with it running and somehow, and don't ask because I have no idea how, the doors locked behind me. I come back out and the keys are locked inside the car. Iceland sadly has a very low crime rate, so it's not like I could

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-1090859014664975552004-07-26T16:01:00.000Z2004-07-26T16:23:34.663Z

Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to sit around and get paid to do nothing.  I have done everything I can possibly think of doing here at work at least twice today, snuck home and took a two hour nap, took an hour for lunch, spent an hour reading Sophie's World and I still have another hour to kill. It has to be said, I love this job. Praise Jeebus for this blessing. Long live idle hands

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-1089508026392485252004-07-11T01:06:00.000Z2004-07-11T01:07:06.393Z

Well I heard there was a secret chord that David played and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, do ya? Well it goes like this : The fourth, the fifth, the minor fall and the major lift The baffled king composing Hallelujah Well your faith was strong but you needed proof You saw her bathing on the roof Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya And she tied you to her kitchen

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-1089042937696036842004-07-05T15:54:00.000Z2004-07-05T15:56:43.730Z

Why do people with a cause have to be so meek and mild and politically correct all the time? Whatever happened to passionate, enthusiastic activists with a "vision"? The arabs have the right idea. Everyone else is trying so hard to be sensitive and sensible and all kinds of sensi-something that not a damn thing gets done. What the hell did Gloria Steinem's not-getting-a-manicure ever do for me?

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-1087935841864810902004-06-22T20:07:00.001Z2004-06-22T20:24:01.863Z

To every king, there must be a queen... so I decided that since I have suffered sunstroke and am passing out awards to the ungrateful public (this means you, Pat... scurvy bastard), Heidi should get one too for... well, for being Heidi. So without further ado, this is Heidi's "Queen of The Web" award. As you can see, Heidi has a brand new tattoo. She was raised in China, and much like it's

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-1087935014199300402004-06-22T20:07:00.000Z2004-06-22T20:10:14.200Z

After my male-bashing article from last month, I felt I needed to honor my friend Pat for being the exception that proves the rule. So ladies, here you have him... good looking, intelligent and funny. Oh. And exclusively mine. Eat your hearts out!

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-1087331235059679132004-06-15T20:21:00.000Z2004-06-15T20:28:26.086Z

Relationships just aren't what they used to be, you know? Speaking from personal experience, my lovelife has strayed far from it's former rosy path and my knight in shining armor is beginning to far more resemble death on a drinking bender than anything else. At the risk of sounding bitter, I'll go out on a limb here and say that guys are such an utter disappointment that it's an absolute

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-1085889669460638572004-05-30T04:00:00.000Z2004-05-30T04:01:09.460Z

I was walking down the street by my house today and before I even knew it, I had bent down and picked up a rock that was laying at my feet. I wondered why the hell I’d done that as I rolled the small rock between my fingers and kept walking. I started thinking that maybe every significant event in our lives is dictated by something entirely insignificant we do without even thinking about it.

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-1073276476618045112004-01-05T04:21:00.000Z2004-01-05T04:22:54.246Z

Well HELLO THERE chaps and chapettes and thank you for taking the time to visit me in my internet lair during this joyous holiday season. Speaking of which, happy holidays. And Happy Happy Happy Holidays-are-almost-over. Oh how I have waited! It seems like an eternity since I could turn on a radio without hearing some disgusting jingle jangle about overweight men squeezing down my chimney to

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-1070896562770466042003-12-08T15:16:00.000Z2003-12-08T15:17:04.200Z

Tomorrow I face the chopping block. A biology exam I am entirely unprepared for. And when I say entirely, please understand that I do in fact mean entirely. The book has yet to have it's cherry popped. I wasn't worried about this 5 days ago, since the plan was that 4 days ago I would embark on some heavy duty cramming and be well and truly immersed in all things biology by now, all knowing and

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-1070036238010586662003-11-28T16:17:00.000Z2003-11-28T16:18:06.373Z

Things move in circles, ladies and gentlemen. Oh yes. Write this down. It has been tried and tested and posted on the internet. And as we all know, only absolute truths get posted on the internet. Kind of like that Britney Spears/Anna Kournikova lesbian porn video. Talk about an absolute shocking truth! Sheesh! Anyway... where was I? Oh yes. Circles. You all remember last winter, don't you? And

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-1062628034026701822003-09-03T22:27:00.000Z2003-09-03T22:27:13.993Z

Hello you silent rogues that are my devoted readers. After numerous complaints regarding my lack of updates (all from one person, mind you) I decided to better myself in light of the recently begun semester that I shall aspire not to fail, and show you all what a studious person I have now sworn to become and write a little piece of nonsense for your enjoyment. I just got back from getting a

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Well, today I feel like a traitor to country and nation. I couldn't be more proud of myself. In fact, I shall toast to myself with water from the toilet in honor of the occasion. It was unusually hot and sunny out today, and my gracious bosses let everyone go home an hour early. I'm sure that within minutes the town had 30 old ladies stomping around it after having crammed their shrivelled hineys

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Well. It has certainly been awhile, my sweethearts. And, much to everyone's surprise I'm sure (as it was my own) a lot has happened. It has been months of changes and surprises, to say the least. You see, I have this ex. He is evil. A fact I willingly overlooked for a long time due to my incessant need to sit around and cry for hours at a time and feel sorry for myself. Oh, he left me. He was my

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-932813302003-04-26T05:05:00.000Z2003-04-26T05:05:14.663Z

Well, my dear readers. As you well know I have nothing but your very best interest at heart, physical as well as spiritual. I have through scientific methods like you have never seen before created a horoscope like no other. This horoscope is not to be taken lightly but to be interpreted and believed in like it were gospel, and most importantly it is supposed to be read, you bunch of lazy

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There is this guy I am familiar with and his girlfriend is currently with child. After having the extreme misfortune of finding myself in conversation with this cat during a recent barvisit, I started to wonder; what in the hell does his girlfriend see in him? This guy makes Clint Eastwood look happy and sociable. Now I am a world loathing sad sack, this I know. But I don't have anything on this

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I wonder whether I could be by any stretch of the imagination be considered "normal". Tell me, did any of you worry about getting grey hair at the age of 20? False teeth? Hunchback? Wrinkles? I ask you, am I abnormal for worrying about these things? Of course I haven't yet resorted to any methods to try to prevent Father Time from catching up with me and molding me into the wrinkled ball of

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Well, I hope everyone out there is being careful these days with all the accidents floating around. I myself am torn between leaving the house and staying in because they say most accidents happen in the home, but I am fearful that should I venture into the great outdoors, living in such close proximity with a US military base that has a helicopter squadron, a helicopter or two will come crashing

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Sunday, bloody Sunday.... and as usual, not a goshdarn thing to do. I found myself in a state of shock earlier, I refused to accept the reality of the situation in which I had found myself and desperately clung to whatever shreds of illusion were left in my mind. What brought this on, you ask? Well, let me tell you. I had been invited to a dinner party by a dear family member, which was then

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-915615982003-03-28T19:21:00.000Z2003-03-28T19:24:50.000Z

Now on this far better side of the planet, doors are locked by turning the key to the left and unlocked by turning it back to the right. Now, I ask you dear readers, in loopy Australia where things are the other way around...is this too reversed down under? There is no point to my deliberations, before you ask. It's just something that's been bothering me and distracting me from showering in

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-914110722003-03-26T14:05:00.000Z2003-03-26T14:05:08.483Z

Well, after fucking my schedule up again after my last briefly successful attempts at turning it around again, I've made some progress yet again in getting it back on track with the help of my trusty Melatonin bottle and BBC Learning Channel documentaries. Passed out at 2 or 3 am, and slept till noon. Now, I realise that to the untrained eye, this still looks like a jacked up schedule and

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-910609682003-03-20T15:00:00.000Z2003-03-20T15:00:34.610Z

Well. I think some credit is due here. It took me two or three weeks to try to turn my sleep schedule back around, and a total of two days to fuck it up entirely. A pat on the back for me for that one. I was up until 7 am this morning, just killing time which incidentally is what I do best in this world. Man, I need something to do. When the first thing you think when you wake up in the morning

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-909614662003-03-19T01:58:00.000Z2003-03-19T01:58:17.140Z

Hidy ho my tendercheeked readers...My sleep schedule briefly went on track for a total of one day, it is now slowly veering back into unpopular territory however. I'm not fighting it too hard as I've once again been reminded just how much I hate being awake in the daytime. What in the holy hell am I meant to be doing? What do people do, exactly? Can somebody tell me this, because frankly I'm at

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-907549202003-03-15T08:26:00.000Z2003-03-15T08:26:16.310Z

It's confirmed, I am useless under pressure. I fawn in the presence of tragedy. I found out tonight in the absolute worst way that something horrible happened to one of my friends. After she tells me she sat down and cried her eyes out, and I was sitting with her like a bumbling idiot. I had no idea what to say. What the hell can I say to comfort someone going through something more terrible than

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Well, my plans to turn my sleep schedule around have once again been kicked in the gonads by my ever understanding parents who keep forgetting that they themselves would not appreciate it were I to come and drag them out of bed when they were trying to get their sleep because I didn't agree with their choice of hours. It's not like I live in society anyway, why the hell do I need to be awake as

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-903641572003-03-08T18:52:00.000Z2003-03-08T18:52:21.216Z

So I've been thinking.... well, no. That's a lie. I haven't been. Lets just say that before the windshield wipers of my mind could help it, the thought briefly crossed my mind that it's time to find a hobby. It has occurred to me lately that I am without hobbies, and as we all know, no self respecting young woman should be found in this state. Incidentally, this also applies to self-hating sad

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-902947782003-03-07T11:00:00.000Z2003-03-07T11:05:09.000Z

Well well well, it seems I have become guilty of completely forgetting about you, readers. But have no fear, I can kinda sorta promise this will not happen again. Now now, before you hastily assume that something has happened that caused me to forget my devoted fans (alright, not fans then), let me make you aware that nothing has happened. And by nothing, I mean nothing. Or as our filthy little

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-897372402003-02-25T22:27:00.000Z2003-02-25T22:27:58.670Z

Good morning/evening/whatever to you, devoted reader. Glad to see you've decided to rejoin the masses currently enjoying my genious writing efforts. I would like to point out the guestbook to the left and strongly encourage you to leave your big, muddy footprint in there so I can begin tracing your every movement like the derranged stalker that I am. And for those of you who are not newcomers,

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This is just too damn sad. Now that the missionaries are gone, I realise that I no longer have anything to write about. The fact that they're gone from my life is obviously very sad, but far far sadder is the fact that they left it as empty as they found it. If anyone has any ideas for new madcap science experiments, he/she would be strongly advised to email them immediately to yours truly and

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Greetings and salutations, devoted readers. I apologise for my lack of devotion towards updating this site and rest assured I'll try to make amends. It's just so damn hard to write about nothing. Ever tried it? Well, it's not easy let me tell ya. If I actually had a life, this site would be great...but alas, no such luck. In the near week that has passed since my last update I can proudly say

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Yesterday's Blog Seeing As The Internet Was Unwilling And/Or Unable To Let Me On To Post It: To whom it may concern: Hello. How are you today? I myself am doing just dandy. Ventured out of the batcave today to get my hair done. As we all know, being locked up with nothing to do just gets so much better when you do it with great hair. Because as we all know, if you're gonna do it...do it in

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-889937622003-02-12T21:37:00.000Z2003-02-12T21:37:47.353Z

People, people....calm down. Your spiritual guide has returned from internet banishment due to medieval internet connection to give you the skinny on recent developments and entertain you senseless with rather insensible ramblings. They'll have to be ramblings rather than an actual commentary on my life, because the latter would bore even the most enthusiastic tweaker to tears in a heartbeat.

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-887643152003-02-08T18:50:00.000Z2003-02-08T18:50:24.416Z

I've found my calling in life. Something I thoroughly enjoy and gives me great gratification, a sense of self worth if you will. I am going to be a mad scientist/sex offender. I've already started my journey down this particular career path as some of you may know and have found that in every step there lies an unsuspecting subject ready to be unwittingly included in my experiments. Again, as

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-885604642003-02-05T00:46:00.000Z2003-02-05T00:46:04.830Z

Well, my devoted readers. You can remove the shotgun from your mouths as I have once again returned to give you the lowdown on my life and fill you in on what's shaking, as people with more interesting lives than I might say. I said it merely in sarcasm as the more persceptive of you will know, not much happens in the life of one missus Mia. Nevertheless, I'll ramble on about what little I can

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Another monotonous day in my recently rather monotonous life. I'm conducting a little biology experiment in my room, the question I'm looking to answer is "exactly how long can a human survive without a sufficient supply of oxygen?". I shut the window yesterday morning and am now waiting to pass out, basically. To fully explore this area I feel I should not leave my room at all, but

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-882957322003-01-31T00:01:00.000Z2003-01-31T00:01:12.626Z

I am ready to have children. That's how bored I am, ladies and gentlemen. Don't let this happen to you! When boredom has brought you to the point where you're ready to carry around godknowshowmany extra pounds on your belly for months on end, then squeeze a basketball sized lump out through a hole on your body about the girth of a finger (figuratively speaking, obviously) and ending up with a

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Wednesday. I did nothing. Well, that's not entirely true. I went tanning, which basically meant I drove to another building and lay there motionless much like I do at home only this time I ran the risk of contracting cancer, which is always a nice bonus to my day. Finally managed to have my pedicure too, yesterday afternoon. What a rip off! The lady basically looked at my feet and inspected them

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-881154172003-01-27T21:01:00.000Z2003-01-27T21:01:11.560Z

So it's Monday again. I'm not gonna bother mentioning what I did today, as I already wrote about a Monday up here and as fate will have it, this one wasn't much different. Missed my pedicure. Grrr. My feet are just not meant to be... cured.... or something. It's extremely unsettling. I think I need a Martini. Butler!!!!

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-879250652003-01-23T23:42:00.000Z2003-01-23T23:42:33.600Z

Well I had three things to do today. Out of the three things I needed to do, I managed to do one. Did three or four other things that I did not have to do however, so it somewhat evens out. I saved two things on my "have to do" list for tomorrow, adding it to the one item that was there previously. So that means three things to do tomorrow, PLUS the missionaries are coming over at 11 am. This is

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-878647032003-01-22T22:45:00.000Z2003-01-22T22:45:21.466Z

Wednesday. Somebody shoot me. Somebody shoot me, please. Today was almost an exact replica of both Monday and Tuesday (both bearing striking similarities, by the way) except today in a bizarre twist of plot I took to cleaning the house to divert my attention from the extreme boredom I was enduring. And let me tell ya what a whopper of a time that was. I hate cleaning this house. It's like the

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-877875612003-01-21T16:12:00.000Z2003-01-21T16:12:49.123Z

The missionaries, or well one of them, just called to schedule another appointment. I pick up the phone and he's like "Hey, Mia. This is Elder Nabakaneezerwhatever. I'm a missionary...?" Like I have just thousands of people called Elder Something calling my house. But yeah, they're coming over Friday morning. I'm waiting till we get to the "morality/pre marital sex" part of the teaching. I'm

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-877836682003-01-21T14:46:00.000Z2003-01-21T14:46:08.896Z

Well, we can forget about that pedicure appointment. It's been postponed until Monday seeing as how forces beyond my control once again conspired against me to hinder my getting out. Stupid forces beyond my control!

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-877814412003-01-21T13:56:00.000Z2003-01-21T13:56:21.370Z

It's tuesday now and it's been about as exciting as Monday was, with the exception of an exhilirating experience with the toaster around lunchtime. I do however have an appointment for a pedicure at 3 pm, so that shall be my outing for the afternoon. Who knows, maybe I'll go buckwild and stop at the bookstore too. Make a day of it. This could be the start of something wonderful...

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So it's Monday and this day has so far been about as exciting as a day in the "life" of your average coffin inhabitant. I've managed to sit through a number of chat shows so far today, waiting for Roswell High to come on. Six hours of chatshows and I still couldn't find anything better to do. Man, I really need to find something to do here soon. I need to finally get my book list from school so I

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-876999712003-01-20T00:08:00.000Z2003-01-20T00:19:24.000Z

I'm missing something...... Maybe organized religion could keep me happy for awhile at least. Some structure, guidelines to follow, something to believe in....or a cause to hide behind. Mostly, I'd like to see if I CAN believe or whether I am too dead inside already. And a part of me would love to believe in the bigger picture, the grand scheme of things. Might make things seem a little bit more

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-876873372003-01-19T18:30:00.000Z2003-01-19T18:30:34.530Z

Man, Sundays are so boring.... Is this like some giant church conspiracy, making sure you have absolutely nothing to do but go to church? Not that it works, at least not in this country. I saw some statistics awhile ago, and it said the per cent of people that regularly attend church in Iceland is around 1%. Being a lutheran priest in Iceland sounds like it'd be a lonely, lonely job.

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-876767742003-01-19T11:53:00.000Z2003-01-19T11:53:58.743Z

What's YOUR sexual fetish? brought to you by Quizilla mwahaha.....right on the money!

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Who is your Ideal Lord of the Rings (male) Mate? brought to you by Quizilla YES!!! Things are looking up already.....rawwwwr!

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Which Ultimate Beautiful Woman are You? brought to you by Quizilla Umm....is anyone else finding this to be just a tad off maybe?

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Well, I'm up again. Unusually late too (it's 9 am). I'm on some weird sleep cycle now where I go to bed at 10 pm and get up again at like 7 am. It friggin sucks... what am I supposed to do with myself at 7 am? I'm about the only person in the world that's awake. I am however taking this matter into my own hands by playing very loud music, hoping to awake some other people too. So far I'm not

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-876508932003-01-18T21:00:00.000Z2003-01-18T21:01:17.000Z

Alright, after endless attempts, I've reached the conclusion that my site will just have to do without comments and guestbooks and all that fancy shit more computer savvy people than I can manage to put up. So, being the trooper that I am, I'll march on comment free. I'm planning another saturday night in. This is very weird for me. I decided to take a break from the whole partying scene, at

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-876412862003-01-18T16:13:00.000Z2003-01-18T20:42:41.000Z

Grr...I can't get the comments thingy up. Now my derranged fans can't contact me through my new site. Which is a good thing, because now I can still delude myself that I actually have derranged fans.

Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060164578327059202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121641.post-876404042003-01-18T15:43:00.000Z2003-01-18T16:33:56.000Z

Well, here it is. My new blog site. I hear horrible things about blogspot, so naturally, I shall invest my time into dealing with it. I'm just a sucker for disappointment, what can I tell ya? I guess the appropriate thing to do here, since this is a new blogsite, would be to introduce myself but somehow I can't quite see it that wild masses of people who have never heard of me will be coming

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