NationStates Jolt Archive

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I didn't know you had XX chromosomes.

This changes everything.

really? I thought it was fairly widely known that I'm a girl.

really? I thought it was fairly widely known that I'm a girl.

I totally thought everyone knew you are a girl, isn't that the whole "Dakini is hawt" thing that goes around?

http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.ListAll&friendID=212236764

I went racing for the first time yesterday, read all about it! :p

I totally thought everyone knew you are a girl, isn't that the whole "Dakini is hawt" thing that goes around?

After the Hottest NSGer competition it was pretty clear....though I knew before that. And "Dakini is hawt" is totally true as well.

http://www.christianforums.com/t5727831


That's mine :p

check my sig. I rarely update it and most of it is my bitching about White Sox personnel moves.

I was busted at work for looking at a web forum. When the HR lady I work with told me what I was in trouble for, I almost lost it:

Engaging in an active blog.

:p

I have one, if you are smart you can find it.

Here's mine:

The Capitalist Chronicle (http://www.agedlikewine.com)

Recent actual content includes my experiences changing server providers and migrating my sites to the new one.

And now... for some shameless self-promotion, here's my blog!

Weasely Reasonings (http://whining.weaselhut.net)

And if you can't be bothered to bookmark it, you can always look for posts by me on this forum because I have a link to my blog in it! :)

http://www.christianforums.com/t5727831


That's mine :p

I think I'm going to be sick!

http://myspace.com/digitalnoface

I totally thought everyone knew you are a girl, isn't that the whole "Dakini is hawt" thing that goes around?

Indeed.


On another note: I'm bored and tired. I wouldn't know a blog if it came up to me, intrduced itself and offered to spank my neighbour. She's kinda cool though.

After the Hottest NSGer competition it was pretty clear....though I knew before that. And "Dakini is hawt" is totally true as well.
I should change the name of my blog to that...

really? I thought it was fairly widely known that I'm a girl.

Yeah well I'm not "down" with NSG "happenings." I'm not "cool." OK? I suck. I SUCK! *cuts self*

Yeah well I'm not "down" with NSG "happenings." I'm not "cool." OK? I suck. I SUCK! *cuts self*

...

*lets someone else have the cheap shot*

...

*lets someone else have the cheap shot*

I liked him. :(

Yeah well I'm not "down" with NSG "happenings." I'm not "cool." OK? I suck. I SUCK! *cuts self*
*gets out the bandages*

You need to lighten up.

*sees word 'blog' in title*

When I was in year six (perhaps five) one of my friends persuaded me to try a certain soft-drink sold in the school canteen. These things were sold in a 'tri-pak,' a cylinder of plastic/paper ply, approximate in length and diameter, sealed at each end in a straight line at right angles to the opposite end.

So, they were these triangular prisms made of plastic/paper ply, and they had "Glug" in big friendly letters on them. Our canteen would sell them to you frozen if you wanted that, for no extra cost. The liquid inside was red, and very very sweet and artificial. I think they were meant to taste like raspberry.

So, my mate almost shoves me up to the counter and I look the middle aged, rather chubby service volunteer in the face, and announce in a loud voice: "I want a Glog!"

She doesn't move. She looks me right in the eye, rather severely, as if to say "look smartarse, I'm a volunteer. I don't have to play your silly games, I just serve food." My mate ... er, mates, this is a major thing at the time, "professor" is going to drink a glug, instead of water ... starts laughing like I've told the funniest joke ever and he just can't help himself. Kids I don't even know by name are looking our way, instead of grabbing their sausage roll and getting out of there.

Now, I just said "glog" instead of "glug" because I'm a nine-year-old nerd. I don't use caveman words, and "glug" ... well, sorry, but I just couldn't say that.

The service volunteer looks me right in the eye, and (still not getting my tripack of glug) says: "What do you want? We have glugs, or [some other thing, they were green and tasted like cough medicine ... a Spritz? A Fresh? ]"

Now there's a huge audience. The other serving staff are watching too, it seems I've picked the boss bitch on the service crew, and she really can't back down either.

"I want a Glog!" I announce firmly.

"I'm sorry, we don't have Glogs" she says equally firmly.

So, after that it was rather humiliating, because I had to admit that there wasn't any way you could spell a word "glug" but pronounce it "glog." I ranted some crazy stuff, but eventually the service lady got her way ... I would buy a Glug or bloody well go without.

"Oh well, I'll have a Glug then" was the best I could manage. I got called down to the deputy's office and given a good talking-to, that afternoon. The school seemed rather concerned that smartarse kids might drive all the volunteers away from the canteen ("tuck shop" it was called, just by the by) but it rather smarted with me. It sure didn't seem to me that I'd humiliated the staffer, rather the other way around.

Anyway, there is a moral to this story. This ludicrous neologism of mine, "Glog," became a disrespectful word for "girl" for several weeks (or was it months, groan) as my wonderful mates proceeded to build an very cathedral of humiliation on my predilection for one syllable over another. The whole thing became quite byzantine, to the extent that dozens of kids couldn't mention any kind of drink, or anything from the tuck-shop, without invoking this quite perverse idea that I'd walked up to the tuck-shop counter and accidentally ordered a girl instead of a frozen soft-drink.

It kind of hurt at the time, but I wouldn't give it up for quids. A year or so later, we all went up to high school, but Kelly my secret sweetheart went off to a private school. Damn, I should have got it on with her. She was about six inches taller than me, with long black hair and actual breasts ... and in retrospect, all I had to do was walk up to her and make noises with my mouth.

For that matter, I'm pretty sure Dianne was up for it, in fourth grade. I had this schtick I got from Groucho Marx, I swear it made her hot. Ah, regrets ... they're like hot water bottles. They sting at first, but just when they get nice you become unconscious. Then you wake up with this nasty cold clammy thing in your bed.

/blog.

I think I'm going to be sick!

I don't understand you. Do you find it cool to be a jerk to me? After all we've been through..... :(


Anyways, I saw that my views on my blog went from 30 something, to 75ish. Which means some of you went there and read it! =is surprised=

maybe it's because i have never had a coherent thought in my life or because i have trouble putting my thoughts into coherent language but i've never understood how people can devote time to regularly writing down what's in their heads. maybe it's just because i hate writing essays and have a short attention span. in fact, that's it, i have such a short attention span i'm struggling to actually post this, i'm already bored wth the topic. stupid brain.

maybe it's because i have never had a coherent thought in my life or because i have trouble putting my thoughts into coherent language but i've never understood how people can devote time to regularly writing down what's in their heads. maybe it's just because i hate writing essays and have a short attention span. in fact, that's it, i have such a short attention span i'm struggling to actually post this, i'm already bored wth the topic. stupid brain.
It's possible to make really short posts in blogs... Mine aren't usually particularly short, but a lot of the ones on my freind's list are.

i've never understood how people can devote time to regularly writing down what's in their heads.
www.payperpost.com ;)

Dunno about the others, but that's what interests *me* about it...

When I first heard of "blogs" I assumed it would be a log of all websites the owner had visited, which I thought was quite a sweet idea ... people with really no clue about surfing could go to all the sites some more experienced surfer had visited that day.

I don't think it means "log" in that sense though. More in the slang (http://www.peevish.co.uk/slang/l.htm) sense: "log (Noun.) A lump of excrement. From its vague similarity to a to a sawn tree trunk."