my little botfly

not that late night rambings

2007-08-14T05:58:34Z

are there little kids that start out wihtout any hope? I mean without dreams of becoming somehting more than what they are? or of outgrowing their situation?

That makes me sad. Little kids without dreams.

I think it's easier as a big kid to think and "logicize" your way out of having dreams. It's easy to be "realistic" and lower your expectations and hopes. It's common to outgrow wishes I suppose...

but little kids without dreams is still sadder than an adult who can't figure out what she wants.

neat-o

2006-12-26T03:43:55Z

The Peach
Random Gentle Love Master (RGLMf)

Playful, kind, and well-loved, you are The

Read My Result
Take the Test

Peach.

For such a warm-hearted, generous person, you're surprisingly experienced in both love and sex. We credit your spontaneous side; you tend to live in the moment, and you don't get bogged down by inhibitions like most women your age. If you see something wonderful, you confidently embrace it.

Your exact opposite:
The Nymph

Deliberate Brutal Sex Dreamer

You are a fun flirt and an instant sweetheart, but our guess is you're becoming more selective about long-term love. It's getting tougher for you to become permanently attached; and a guy who's in a different place emotionally might misunderstand your early enthusiasm. You can wreck someone simply by enjoying him.

Your ideal mate is adventurous and giving, like you. But not overly intense.

DREAD: The False Messiah

CONSIDER: The Loverboy, The Playboy, or The Boy Next Door

Link: The 32-Type Dating Test by OkCupid - Free Online Dating.

cheapo-update

2006-04-17T05:32:03Z

just a quiz
but it was scarily accurate (maybe...)

Your Love Life Secrets Are

Looking back on your life, you will have a few true loves.

You've been deeply wounded in the past, and you're still recovering from that hurt.

You expect a lot from your lover - you want the full package. You tend to be very picky.

In fights, you love to debate and defend yourself. You logic prevails - or at least you'd like to think so.

You have a hard time ending relationships, even if the other person says it's over.

Your Love Life Secrets, Revealed

that is all

For Lesley on your Most recent entry

2006-03-24T02:15:07Z

16-12-16 these numbers mean something...
I realize however that my logic might not be logical and so, I explain:

add 16 letters to 'a'and you get 'p', add 12 letters to 'b'and you get 'm'and add 16 letters to 'c'and you get 's'!
ISn't that crazy? SO ABC (my initials) combined with the amazing number sequence of 16-12-16 turns into PMS. Moreover, add 16+12+16 and you get 44.

Okay sitll with me? good. SO you take 44 and you think about how there are two of us, you being half way across the world (practically) and you halve the nummber 44, which gives us 22.
Which, unless I am mistaken is the day of your birth in the month of May.
Then you think about 22 and you divide it in half again because sometimes when I get really angry at everything I feel as if I'm about to be torn into pieces (in this case equal bloddy halves) and you get 11, which unless my mother and father lied to me, is the day of my birth in the month of May.
so you have 11 and you have the month of May which is number 5 in the western calendar and you add those two together and you come back to the number 16, which is where we started.
Then you realize that you were wrong and it only takes 15 letters to get from 'a'to 'p'and you you realize nothing is connected, the world hates everyone and then you go pee on someone you don't like.
Basically what I'm trying to say is, you can blame me because I'm a bitch. A non-sensical bitch. With far too many points on her "crappy things that have happened so far this year" list. Also a bitchy bitch that's no good at keeping in touch with people.
Good news is my doughnut nitake for this week is now at eighteen.
I love doughnuts.
I'm fatty mac-fatty bitch who loves doughnuts.
(and ps. I miss you)

hmm, things I hate at the moment right now right before 5am.

2006-02-13T10:07:37Z

February isn't going much better than January but hey! at least no one else has died yet.

So on to ranting... I think it's fine to rant on live journal, really I do, I mean I do it constantly but you know what I hate? Well, I'll tell you...
People who post things on live journal or just randomly start talking about what a horrible person someone is and blah blah blah how they can't believe someone would do what that person did when, in reality they have no fucking clue what the hell is going on. It pisses me off when it's about one of my good friends and it pisses me off when by talking loudly about it around other people who don't know what is going on it starts spreading false hurtful rumors.

Hmm, yeah that's all I'm exceedingly peeved with at the moment.
oh and on a seperate not, the way everything has been handled this year in the theatre department, yup pretty much hate it to the point I now finally understand why the seniors (especially from my freshman year) seemed to go slightly insane.

to balance this entry out here are some good things too:

*I love vaginas and I'm happy that "vagina monologues" was just this weekend and I don't have to battle a cold to get up in Bush (pun noticed and intended) and 'pretend' to be "the woman who loved to make vaginas happy."
*I love the idea for our campusmoviefest movie (even if it's a little daunting).
*I love Grey's Anatomy and the fact that there's a new episode next week, I like my Sunday night tv ritual.
*I love Joseph and citrus fruit.
well, that's all I can think of for now so,
that is all.

Overall...

2006-01-30T05:23:20Z

F*#k you January.
That is all.
except for b.c.

Boo school

2006-01-24T22:38:39Z

I don't like school, especially the administration part of it aka. student records. I like my classes in general even though Acting II scares the bejeezus out of me... I guess that's kinda pathetic but whatever.

Early last week was awesome...dinner at cheescake for Fogel's b-day, board games galore with Alex, farmer's market delicious food, lots of play (like uhm games and watching movies and stuff) time with Joseph, Busch gardens for the first time...and then stupid classes started taking away all fun...well not all of it but a whole lot.

I need to hurry up and make my millions so I can just play board games, drink, and make out.

That is all.

also, I miss Blair... a lot.

Moew quizzes to pollute LJ

2006-01-13T16:41:40Z

You Are 40% Boyish and 60% Girlish

You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch.
Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes.
You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them.
You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be.

How Boyish or Girlish Are You?

Your Fortune Is

Passionate kiss like spider web, soon lead to undoing of fly.

The Wacky Fortune Cookie Generator

You Are Mud Pie

You're the perfect combo of flavor and depth
Those who like you give into their impulses

What Kind of Pie Are You?

Your Love Quote

I was nauseous and tingly all over. I was either in love or I had smallpox.

What Love Quote Suits You?

Okay..that's it for now
man am I bored

random quiz time

2006-01-13T16:02:09Z

As I sit here getting my mind off things I have decided to consult the underwear oracle...

What Your Underwear Says About You

You enjoy wearing nice underwear, even if it comes at a hefty price tag.

You're a closet exhibitionist who gets a thrill from being secretly naughty.

The Underwear Oracle

I amuse myself with online junk... I'm back in the United States of America nd my stomach is already grumbling...I will be seeing brokeback mountain very very soon, today perhaps... New Years Resolutions: stop biting my nails (as much), stop swearing (so much), and uhm, do lots of yoga... I made them realistic this year...although I did succeed with my new year's resolution for a little while freshman year (it was: Start drinking heavily)... now for some more random quizzes...

You Are 90% Weird

You're more than quirky, you're downright strange.
But you're also strangely compelling, like a cult leader.

How Weird Are You?

interesting...
That is all
till I do another quiz in a moment...
ps. Sorry I was being slightly anti-social and weird last night Lesley...we should go have some caffeine and wander the streets soon.

arabellacarina @ 2005-12-22T18:48:00

2005-12-22T22:51:06Z

Bah, my face hurts, I´m hungry, and I just want to go to sleep. Caracas is great but I´m so mad at my country...bah.

That is all...
I just want to go home... but I just don´t know where that is anymore.

thanks Lesley

2005-12-13T20:00:17Z

this was too weird (if you know what I mean)

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yup...

arabellacarina @ 2005-12-10T14:21:00

2005-12-10T22:56:32Z

I gave (half) the rhubarb pie to Andrew and although it may have looked slightly diseased it tasted pretty good...
and now for copying Lesley:

2005

January- “Okay, so I did the music thing again.”
February- “So, I am going insane and everyone around me is as well apparently.”
March-No Entry
April- No Entry
May- “I’m leaving to L.A. early in the morning and I’ve been plagued all day by a feeling of imminent doom”
June- “I hate Vegas it took my money and left me with no soul in a puddle of tears.”
July- “Woo hoo!”
August- No entries
September- “here’s an apology (or two or three)”
October- “I quit/ Life is good.”
November- “I made a sandwich”
December- “I gave (half) the rhubarb pie to Andrew and although it may have looked slightly diseased it tasted pretty good.”

2004

January-No Journal yet
February-So, isn't this exciting my little chipmunks?
March-No, I didn't eat any meat today
April-GRRrrr , not quite the same kind of GRRRR that comes before the grrrreat of kellogs frosted flakes
May-Okay, so I'm not so good at this whole updating thing.
June-because all the other kids are doing it:
July-NO entry and on to a new username...
AUgust-you are gorgeous...and hot...and sooooooo sexy.
September-Hurricanes are poopie.
October-Wow... I mean damn
November-AMANANANANANA OPENING NIGHT IS THURSDAY
December-Well, I´m in Caracas now.

Hmm, I don't have any conclusions as to if they represent me in any way... I guess they are random and I can be rather random . Went to see "Every Christmas Stroy Ever Told" at OSF lst night with Jil, Patrick, and Kelly. It was funny adn whatnot, Timothy Williams is freaking awesome/cute. Staying with Alex J for now...went to lunch with some people...playing with Lolita (Lesley's pussy) who I'm obsessed with because she is so freaking cute...uhm...
that is all..
oh Joseph should hurry up and get a passport already
and also I want a baby...well, no not really...well maybe.. nah, changed my mind, i think I'll get a sweater instead

googly goop

2005-11-23T00:11:54Z

I leave for Connecticut tomorrow. I'm going to freeze to death, my mom called to tell me that it's in the thirties. I've been wearing sveral layers here, in Florida and it's like in the sixties. This coupled with my continuosly growing fear of flying means I'm going to start FREAKING OUT soon. Also, Joseph already went home for thanksgiving. Boo.

So, my solution for spending this weekend with my family and not going crazy or feeling cold?
ALCOHOL. So I plan on drinking a lot this weekend, not to the point I'm drunk but tipsy enough to be able to handle my slightly overwhelming family. Sounds like a plan to me.

I'm going to be the studio crew head for the next show, super fun. I just ate some delicious barbeque ribs thanks to Maya and her dad that smoked them and drove the food down here from Tennessee.

Growing up I never thought I'd be friends with people from somewhere as random as Tennessee and now they are everywhere!

Okay, going to go do laundry and see how many clothes I cna cram into my rolling carry on, yup.

that is all.

bah

2005-11-10T03:32:51Z

I made a sandwich. I ate it. It was good. Not as good however as the red velvet cake from the Briar patch I ate today.
I write stuff down. I hold grudges. I whine a lot and I hate whining. I like "I" sentences even if no one is listening. I talk to myself...a lot.
I think somethings missing. I think I'll go look for it now. Perhaps after showering.

ooooh show on pies on food network...
maybe that's what's missing, pie.

hmmm, no...it wasn't the pie. Darn, will keep searching.
That is all.

que chimbo, que chimbo

2005-10-26T05:51:03Z

This paper will get written...tomorrow...sometime before class on Thursday...so it's already over a week late...oh well.

National Cake week is making me sick. Maya made five cakes and I think I ate about one and a half of them, yup. They were sooo good and I know I'll go home and in the morning wake up and have another slice and life will be good as I head for my Nuclear PAW midterm. I think I'm actually going to pass (thanks to my study buddy Bill that put up with my scatterbrained attempt at learning or something, anyways he's super).

This week, I will go to all my classes (not counting Monday when I sort of already skipped one...). I have to or else I will fail them since I've already missed way over three in each.

I got to see my Rhea today and have some oldroomies reunited time. However, the most exciting part of my day was when in yoga this morning I almost passed out. I've never actually been so aware of the fact that I was about to pass out. My eyes were wide open and then everything started going black but I could still see through the center of my eyes and then I couldn't hear well anymore (like when you go up in aplane and it throws the pressure in your ears off) and I was like, hey, I'm passing out. So I sat down so as to not fall down and made myself breather and eventually the black faded away and my ears sort of popped. It was during a really simple stretcht hat I always do so I was confused.

Anyways,I told the yoga teacher (whom I adore) and he was like "good thing you didn't fall on your face!" Later that day, for the afternoon class, he says to me, "going to try not to pass out?" We giggled and then I went in to the classroom. He's so cool, I love him.

I also love the cold weather right now. I love turtlenecks too.

Okay, I'm going to go home now with Andrew to eat cake. Paper...will be written...tomorrow.

Costume ideas:
good kitty and bad kitty (me and Rhea)or road kill/dead bunny or something creative.

that is all
(aunque quisiera estar con la hotta-a en mi cama, completamente dormida...)

AHHH

2005-10-18T17:27:26Z

Something is definitely wrong with me (yes yes haha). Seriously though, so I have a paper due in about oh 40 minutes and I'm just not going to go to the class, I have a bit of an annoying cough, I'm behind in everything I have to do (including the things I want to do for personal betterment...) and yet, I CANNNOT STOP SMILING. Argh, what is this madness? Giggling and girly and far too silly (I blame the moon being full and whatnot, yes, that's it!)

Alex and I cooked (well I sort of watched more than actually cooked)dinner yesterday and it was scrumptious. We did this last week too, I like the domesticity of it and the fact that the guy at the publix fish counter recognized us. I think meatloaf or chocolate fondue or quiche is next, maybe some wonderful combination of it, chocolate-meatloaf-quiche? Hmm, maybe not...

So the other day I was in the shower...hehehe....and I realized I can still hear the door from the stair well creaking in there, yup.

GRRR, I hate the idea of certain things, people, all up in my bizzness, yet I'm still a-smiling.

That is all.

EDIT: BAHHHHH

2005-09-26T05:30:23Z

oh man, after having re-read the post from last night I can safely say that, yes, I was drunk. I have deleted the entry because it had to be done, I have left the belle&sebastian song quote because Lesley is right and it rocks and has been stuck in my head the past week. Thanks for the quote Derek, agreed.

now back to homework (yes, AraBella actually does homework sometimes)
That is all
:...oh get me away from here I'm dying..." B&s

it's been a while

2005-09-05T07:02:42Z

Here's an apology (or two or three):
sorry if I've confused you at some point
sorry if I've been a bitch to you in the past year (if it was before August of last year, you probably deserved it)
sorry about getting emotional over it ( especially because I know I shouldn't care)
sorry that I don't talk to you very much anymore and rarely listen when we finally do
sorry that I'm writing this publicly on something as silly as a livejournal
sorry that I let you have that piece of me

Anyways, sorry that things will never get better or easier or even just go away>

And in the traditon of LJing, here's a quiz response thing.

God I hate being stupid.

You scored as Loner.

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Loner

88%

Geek

75%

Drama nerd

56%

Prep/Jock/Cheerleader

50%

Goth

44%

Punk/Rebel

38%

Stoner

31%

Ghetto gangsta

31%

What's Your High School Stereotype?
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"te espero sentada en las esquina de siempre..." Shakira

arabellacarina @ 2005-07-30T20:53:00

2005-07-30T18:59:17Z

so I finished Harry Potter a couple of hours ago and I'm not sure if it was my mom screaming at me half the day or having other stuff on my mind but, I just didn't enjoy it as much as the last one. The last one I also read under slightly stressed conditions (traveling with my dad and my sister) so I don't think that really affects my reading pleasure.
that's all.

I need to get out of this town.

I got tagged way back

2005-07-30T00:34:49Z

Amy, I'm even slower...(no pun intended)
post five things you enjoy, even when no one around you wants to go out and play. what lowers your stress/blood pressure/anxiety level? post it to your journal, and then tag five friends and ask them to post it to theirs.

I'm not gonna tag people sorry but here are my five things in NO particular order:

1. kissing, although I guess I need someone around for that one.
2. sleeping, napping is fantastic in the outdoors and on my bed.
3. eating, especially dark chocolate and well, just about anything.
4. really hot, unbubbly baths with the lights off and three scented candles burning.
5. laying under a piano while someone plays it passionately, I also like banging on the keys pretending I can play (makes me feel like I'm five again).

ooh two updates within the hour, spookyyyyy.

arabellacarina @ 2005-07-30T01:26:00

2005-07-30T00:24:25Z

...Los gitanos empezaron a cantar...la voz de otra epoca me quito el aliento y por un momento pense que todavia estabamos juntos...pero, los tres pajaritos se murieron y en su lugar no hay nada...un gato gris se robo la atencion de la gente tocando guitarras y por un segundo la musica sono desafinada...como esa vez cuando no estabas seguro si lo que tu querias era la misma cosa que yo queria..."la luna y el sol se quieren cazar..."...las uvas estaban casi cayendose del las ramas, casi...nunca hubo suficiente tiempo o amor o cualquier cosa que querias porque la verdad es que yo nunca...el otro dia una nina me pidio la mano para ayudarla cruzar la calle...mas tarde me di cuenta que la nina era una mujer y me habia enganada con sus manos('blancas como las uvas"')...sabes que nunca me olvido de ciertas cozas, las palabras que me dices entre la oscuridad y mis labios...la gente no sabe no sabe no sabe lo cuanto yo puedo amar y lo poco que puedo odiar...y la gente no sabe no sabe no entiende que necesito odiar mas que amar..."por eso llevame contigo adonde vayas por que sin ti mi brujula me falla, llevame contigo adonde sea, contra vientos y marea..."...

what gross grammatical errors and how many spelling mistakes can one girl make.

So, I just got my hands on Harry P. so I'm going to stay up all night.

Now a girly (overly talked about I know I know)ran, it might be longwinded and most definitely boring and for my own anxiety relief, so don't bother reading it, seriously, don't even bother:

Curves are really nice on a woman...I just don't understand why sexy is equated with being thin or petite (although there's absolutely nothing wrong with thin and/or petite, both can be sexy). I know it makes sense for models to be thin because it's easier for designers to literally "hang" the clothes on a girl if she has the dimensions of a hangar but it gets frustrating when you're someone who will never be petite or thin to see all these amazing clothes on walking toothpicks that would probably look absolutely ridiculous on you.
I'm also sick and tired of of the "in between height." I'm not quite tall enough to be considered tall but I'm definitely tall enough to usually be at about the same height as most of the people I date. I'd rather be a couple of inches taller or several inches shorter.
I guess the list could go on and I know everyone has a list but bah..it's practically impossible not to stress about what you look like nowadays, it doesn't help that my sister (once again) is obsessive and that my mother is 8 sizes smaller than I am even though we're the same height, or that my father can't help but comment on every girl/woman walking by (whether positive or negative it sticks with you that it's important). It also gets worse the minute you lose a little weight because then they all notice and make comments about how you're "on the right track" and "i bet you could drop another size or two" and the "wow, you look so much better than you did at christmas!" and the "remember how fat you used to be in middle school, well sometimes we worry you might..but anyways, keep it up!"
Is one size really such a fucking big deal? Of course now there's a hundred times more pressure to make sure I don't get "kinda bulky and well your arms..." And of course the minute I start stressing about it I'm bound to start eating five times as much and trying to prove that I don't really care about how much I weigh while I secretly kick myself under the table and promise myself I'll fast at somepoint, though I know the somepoint won't come. And yes, I was ecstatic (sadly) when I went out to buy my new jeans in march and they were a size smaller than I've worn in quite a while, and yes it felt great that people complimented me (as much as I sometimes hate it/abhor it) on looking slimmer.
And then there's the defensive move in the fall after a summer of pigging out. oh I gained like 20 pounds this summer, yelled out as you enter any room/office/home. Just letting people know that you realize you might have gained the weight back, as if people would make comments to your face about your recently refound fat. No, people tell you you look fine and then wait till your out the door to either think to themselves , hmm she does look a little heavier or oh man she gained weight or huh hadn't even noticed she lost weight or to actually talk among themselves about why that girl is broadcasting the fact that she gained weight, a.do any of us actually care and b. why would she want to bring our attention to it. It's just the wanting to make sure everyone knows that you know (even though it's obvious you would know). The reasuurance of friends means nothing at that point because you won't believe any of them if they tell you you look okay, just like it took you about a month and a half (and a couple of acquaintances) telling you you looked slimmer for you to sort of start to believe it.
In the end, I'll be silently obsessed pretending I don't care while really just wanting to be healthy and maybe someday fit into some of my mom's newer hand-me-downs.
Oh on that note (if anyone actually read this far down) I might have gained some pounds or something. You know what annoys me too, the fact that muscle weighs more than fat. So I might have been more toned and looking slimmer in the spring but I was actually the heaviest I've been in a while. I wish I could be lighter, not thinner (although that would be fine too) but mainly lighter so I wouldn't feel so stupdly self-conscious about the fact that I weigh more than several of my guy friends (and no not just the thinner ones). I know it doesn't really matter. Maybe all my guy friends should just bulk up, get some more muscle going, start lifting weights to the point you can lift over your amount of body weight and all the way to the point that if it came down to it, you could lift me up. yeah, that sounds like a plan.

Or I could just cut one of my legs off, then I'd weigh less and nothing says HOTT like an self-inflicted amputation!

That is all.

hoorah

2005-07-26T21:32:37Z

I think I just convinced my mom that the only way I will go to Avignon ( a nearby city) tomorrow is if she gives me valium. I love my mom, willing to sedate me to get me to socialize and shop.

On another note, I think I might be graduating in May, which was not part of my plan but, I roll with the punches or some saying like that. If I do decide to graduate, I would like to party up this year like no other because I will probably move back to Caracas after next summer. Long story...
Anyways I plan on treating this whole year as a going away party even if I don't end up leaving the country.

I got to roam the halls of Dora Mahr, Marr, Mar's (not sure on spelling) old house today. This is cool in that Dora was Picasso's last lover (also an artist, photographer I believe). The place is huge! About 4 stories high with an elevator and gorgeous vistas. It's about a 2 minute walk from our town square which I finally saw after years of refusing to go to the church square area.

That is all.

It's a Boy!

2005-07-23T15:28:05Z

After a conversation with my mother the other night i thought over my life plans for a while. I remember having wanted to be a teacher since the age of 13 (when I first got into theater and met the person who has most influenced my life outside of my family, Mr. Phil Ridley). I now ,just now, eight years later realize that this would be a bad idea and that I should start finding something else I want to be.

It's sad to think I never realized prior to this week that there is no way I could become a decent teacher. As my mother put it, "how can you expect to be a teacher if you can't stand people?" Hmmm, good point mummy. It's true, I hate meeting new people, I spend hours being extremely nervous after first meeting people, and it usually takes me at least a year to become friends with someone or even relatively comfortable around them. I am generally awkward when placed in front of a group of people and usually far too worried about saying something ridiculous (or ridiculously stupid)to say anything at all.

I have gotten better but, at this rate it would take a good 19 to 30 years for me to maybe someday even consider getting up in front of a class and attempt to show them something they haven't already learned on tv or the internet.

So much for having even the semblance of a goal in my life.

I just ate some delicious biscotti with my tea. Tea time in apartment 308 in Sutton will begin in September at the usual time, around 17:00h. Come on over and relax with a nice cup of tea (usually Earl Grey) some nice music,and a couple of cookies or finger sandwiches. I might even have a new tea set by then!

and now back to painting curtain rods red.

arabellacarina @ 2005-07-19T11:54:00

2005-07-19T10:10:52Z

I guess I should update or something.
Here's a list:
- I have eaten more goat cheese in the past week than I think I have eaten my whole life.
- I have gotten into three big fights with my mother and several small arguments.
- I have been to Paris, Aix-en-Provence, Marseilles, Avignon, Menerbes, Lumeron, Cavaillon, Isle-sur-la-Sorgue and a bunch of other towns/cities whose names I can not spell.
- I have drunk several boxes or rosé.
- I have tried crème de cassis mixed with brandy.
- The room I'm staying in can be accessed through my mothers closet and downa secret stairwell.
- I have over 42 bug bites.
- I am a girl.
- I bought a pair of pants and a shirt that is so low cut it purposefully shows off half my bra and my boobs are enjoying the fresh air.
- I am going to Ikea ( pronouncing it eee-que-ah) this week.
- I am, as usual, failing at life.
- I don't have the dimensions of the couches in Sutton so I can't start sewing my slipcovers.
- I actually miss some people, a lot.
- I'm getting married end of next May in Caracas.
- My father is either in Russia, Austria, France, Spain or Venezuela right now, if you hear from him let me know where.
- I absolutely love Apricot preserves with croissants and goat cheese.
- My french has not improved.
- My english has gotten worse.
- I met some people from Ireland that live in Brussels.
- I need to finish this list in one of those friends only entries...
- That is all.

arabellacarina @ 2005-07-16T14:04:00

2005-07-16T12:04:59Z

You Are 3% American

You're as American as Key Lime Tofu Pie
Otherwise known as un-American!
You belong in Cairo or Paris...
Get out fast - before you end up in Gitmo!

How American Are You?

...weird, I thought I was rather American...anyways