Stowies
Another page, dedicated to my friends, so you'll probably be bored about the
stuff I write about because it probably makes sense only to my friends. But
if you stick it out and read through all these stories, you are awesome! :-D
But I hope you aren't bored...and even if you are, don't tell me, okay?
*hehe* And also, I hope no one is offended by any of these stories.
It may even be a federal offense for you to know about these things. Haw.
It's not my intention to, I just thought I'd share these stories with you because
it'd be too much of a shame to keep them to myself. Venture on...
Quick Reference Guide
{ Payback }
{ Soda Can }
{ Capitol Lake }
{ Truly, Madly, Deeply }
{ Scott Dawg }
{ New Year's }
{ Spider }
{ Target }
{ The Sign }
{ Traffic }
{ Grad Night }
Danny's car is dead. NYB is no longer. NYB was this big-ass New Yorker.
It had a separate tank for propane and was the ugliest car I've ever seen.
*laughs* It was never ever, like, in "good condition." But I think the turning
point for it to be officially called "a piece of crap" was when it had a
side head collision with another lady. For once, Danny was not at fault,
even though he's the worst driver...in my opinion. *chuckles*
He bought a car, a few times, many different times, but returned them for one
reason or another. But he finally has a car now, and I think it's going to stay.
It's an AMC. And I guess they no longer make this car. I can see why. It's
ugly! Geez, Danny, why do you buy all these ugly cars! *laughs* Well, okay,
it seats only four. FOUR. No pushing that! And, well, we did push that.
And it was AWFUL! SIX! Count 'em, SIX people went into this car. Three in
front and back. I was unfortunate enough to be in the back. But, look! there
was no seat for ME! Where did I fit in there? Oh, on Anne Marie's and Nick's
laps. NOT comfortable.
I'm claustrophobic. Like, REALLY. And I started to freak out until they
opened the windows. Sheesh! For friends, these stupid kids don't care if I'm
having an attack back here. *chuckles* Okay fine, windows open, and me resting
on Anne Marie and Nick and thinking, "This is not happening. I am not here.
I am not here." *laughs* Why, you may ask, did we all WANT to cram into the
AMC? Payback.
Danny's a taker. I mean, he's not bad about it, but sometimes, I don't think
he realizes that he doesn't give back. And he's an ass about many things. He
never drives whenever everyone goes out at nights and doesn't mind when people
cram into cars as long as it's not his car. So that's the story on that.
We made him drive to Capital Forest. To drive on the dirt road and all its ruts
and potholes. We nearly died, too. *laughs* Okay, I'm exaggerating. But, at
one point, his lights began to flicker off and on...off and on. Oohhhh,
that's bad. *hehe* His muffler was already low, but after this trip it was
definitely lower. He was tres tres upset.
Enough payback.
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I don't know why this started. Allan claims rights to doing this, but...here
goes: Whenever you finish consuming a beverage, like a soda, or a cup..you know
, one of those cups from McDonalds, or something...and you're in a car, don't
forget that. And this car stops at an intersection, or just stops. You open
the door and place the empty can on the street. I guess it's cool, or something.
Well, one night after piling into Nelson's car...no, we weren't crammed in there.
Nick was in the passenger's side. He was drinking some kind of strawberry
soda. When he was finished and we were stopped at the intersection, he opened
the door and set the can down. As we were turning, a cop pulled up to the
interesection from another street. Great.
Nelson continued driving. Seconds later...flashing lights. At least there was
no siren. Nelson thought the police car was going after someone ELSE. But there
was no one else on the street! *laughs* We're pulled over, the officer comes
out. Yatta yatta...
He calls in Nick's name. He lectures Nick. He tells Nick that he can either
go back up there and pick up the can or else get a $500 fine. The officer
escorts us back to the "scene." Nick picks up
the can and places it in "the proper recepticle."
I think Nick was kinda shaken about this. But afterwards, he played the big
man. *shrugs* What a punk. *laughs*
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Capitol Lake has a great view of the capitol building. It's a big lake, I've
walked around half of it and it took a long time. Near the lake, there is a
parking lot. And in the parking lot, people go to make out and/or have sex there.
Yes, there are people who actually go and do this is a public place. It's so
awful! *chuckles*
This happens when I don't drive. You'll know why in a moment. But we go there,
and we look to see if there are cars parked there. If cars are parked there,
then we go into the parking lot. Check to see if there are people in these cars.
And we park directly behind that car. And the
brights go on. And then we flash the brights off and on. We honk the horn.
We may even pull up next to the car and knocked on its (steamed-up) windows.
*shrugs* Yes! These are my friends doing this!
Usually, when we do this, nothing "exciting" happens. But, this time, something
definitely was going on. Uh huh. Danny drove that night, same night that
everyone was crammed into the AMC, and he was being a nuisance. He harassed
these kids until they decided to get dressed and get back into the
front of the van. You'd think that he would leave them alone? Nope!
After giving us a really mean look, this chicky sped off. She could maneuver!
*laughs* She even "lost" us. At which point, Nick suggested we go this
long way to wait for them. As if they'd come around. They were long gone,
thank goodness for that! See what my friends do for fun? I hate them.
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Truly, Madly, Deeply is a song by Savage Garden. Of course. One night, as we
were driving to PLU (Pacific Lutheran University) for a concert, the song came
on the air. I don't know. Whenever we go out, I usually end up to be the one
singing. *laughs*
Okay, so fine, I was singing in the backseat with Nelson and Nick. The line
goes, "I'll be your dream. I'll be your wish. I'll be your fantasy. I'll be
your hope, be your love, be everything that you need. I'll love you more with
every breath truly, madly, deeply doo."
Well! Nick claims that I said, "Doobly doo," for that bit. I DID NOT!
*stomps her foot* He laughed at me, Nelson laughed at me, the whole car laughed
at me. I can't ever redeem myself from this because whenever the song comes on,
everyone says, "Doobly doo," and messes me up when I try to sing. *sighs* And
this part only comes on twice in the whole song. So only TWO tries to
save myself! Bah!
Now you know why I can hate my friends sometimes. *laughs*
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He was a nobody, a no one..now, that may sound mean, but it was the truth. He
was picked up from off the freeway by Irina's internet boy, Ray, and was taken
to Olympia. And he was damn lucky. Ray fed him, clothed him, gave him a place
to live, and even opened him a checking account with money! Anne Marie, Kate,
and I would
be at Ray's/Scott's place often because we would bring Irina to see Ray.
Anyways, Scott was a scary boy. He had this long ick poo hair. He had
satan eyes and liked handling weapons. (Ray was an army guy, so there were
plenty of guns, rifles, and even a crossbow in the apartment.) Stuffs like that,
Scott would try to scare us with. But I think we grew on him. One day, he
consented to getting a hair cut from us. Anne Marie wanted a full make over,
but that wasn't going to happen.
The shears were taken out and there was a miscommunication. Anne Marie took
a whole handful of Scott's hair and chopped it all off. Scott picked up the
fallen hair, held it in his hands, gave us the satan eyes, and went into
the back room. And came out weilding a big knife with serated edges. But,
of course by now, we weren't afraid. So he went back in there and came out
with that crossbow. He shot a pencil into the bathroom door..VERY near to
where we were all standing.
Anyways. He got back in the chair and Kate cleaned and cut his hair very
nicely. Afterwards, we were sitting and eating a large baguette while he was
talking on the phone with a friend...long distance, for over an hour. They
were conspiring to infiltrate a small town. *shrugs* Anne Marie got to talking
with the friend. She jokingly called Scott "Scott Dawg."
Scott was playing with mace at that time. He sprayed some in our direction.
Anne Marie had her back to the mace cloud and happened to lean back into it.
She began to choke. She ran out of the apartment, but had trouble opening
the door because it was locked. She ended up throwing up in the backyard! Haw.
But she took the phone with her! And she kept talking to the friend! *laughs*
Recent news: Scott is gone. He's somewhere. I don't know where, and I don't
really care. He's probably dressed in fatigues, with face paint, and wading
through some lake to sneak into some sort of establishment. *shrugs*
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I was invited to two parties. On opposite ends of the city, with totally
different people at each. One was a "dress up" party and the other was a
"get smashed" one. I wanted to make an appearance at both functions, of course.
But I didn't know that that night, I would end up going to neither.
We started the night off late. We had told Steve (the "dress up" party) that
we were going to come at 11 pm. We set off to Mary Colleen's (the other party)
at 9 pm.
The scene was absolute chaos. The house was a mess; it's never
really clean and everyone was drunk. Except Danny the Mormon. *chuckles*
I entered the house to see Nick run up and stick his tongue down Anne Marie.
Twice. *barf* He was pale, pasty, and icky. Nelson was red and extremely
happy. There were a couple other girls over there and they were "getting on
Nick's nerves." So he wanted to leave. As if we would take him to Steve's!
So fine, we took them in the car, and went to Wendy's for food. It took us a
freakin' hour to order, I swear. I felt really bad for the guy working the
drive thru. All he could have heard was Nelson saying, "I wanna a double-stack,
Bitch!" *chuckles* We drove to a gas station parking lot and ate there.
Nelson was outside being loud; we were afraid he was going to run into the street.
He had yelled some profanities and this BIG GUY started to walk towards us.
Okay, get in the car. *laughs* But we actually KNEW this guy! And
he asked Nelson where he got "messed up at." Haw.
We drove back to Mary Colleen's. Nelson got queasy. So he threw up. And
threw up some more. I suppose we were in a hurry, because Allan kinda hung
Nelson outside the open door as Danny continued to Mary Colleen's. Nelson
ended up throwing up all along 5th Street. *chuckles* We finally get there.
A fight nearly breaks out between Nick and Markie. They need to be separated.
Nick stays outside and Markie goes inside, where she makes out with Nelson
before he throws up again. Ewwwwwww!
I'm sick of staying here, so I demand we go. Nick's happy to go. But, really,
where could we take them? We drove to another parking lot, but this one was
secluded. We sat there. And sat there. And waited for those two assholes
to sober up. Kate and I snuck off to Top Foods to buy the bastards some
crackers and something to drink. We were gone...for a good amount of time.
*hehe*
So, we missed Steve's party. The boys sobered up in the final 10 minutes of
1997. We ended up going to Allan's, where Nick and Nelson were groveling
their thanks and gratitude for us taking care of them. They vowed never
to drink again. Haw. I rung in the New Year with Nelson resting/laying/leaning
on me on the couch. *shrugs*
Some time's passed, it's March now. Do they remember? No, they don't at all.
My friends can be idiots sometimes.
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This happened the some time during the first week of school. I was just getting
to know Michelle. She's afraid of spiders. I am too, but just not
as badly as she.
Well, it was the umpteenth time that Lana and Denae kept us up late. Michelle
couldn't sleep so she went to her desk to study. I heard a scream. And a
scream. And another...Michelle jumped up and screamed some more. I looked at
her. She pointed and yelled, "Spider!"
There was this huge spider hanging on the inside of her window. It was so big!
The abdomen was the size of my thumb! Sheesh! Michelle was still screaming
and I began to laugh and laugh and laugh at her. We made so much noise and it
was nearly 2 am! Haw. Somehow, in between the screams and the laughs, I sent
her out of the room; I forgot why....But
the spider crawled back outside the window and I closed it shut. So there.
Michelle still wasn't sure if it was "gone" so we left our bedroom door open
all night. For a quick exit, I suppose. I bet all night long, people walked by
our room and wondered why the hell our door was open. And dare I even wonder
if anyone went inside? *shudders*
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Back when I was just getting to know Anne Marie, we'd often be stuck about what
to do on Friday nights. I think this started because I actually had to go
to Target to buy stuff. Gradually, we'd take people with us these nights.
Kate started to come. I brought Theresa in, but she didn't like it. Rebekah
didn't mind. And the list is rather long, actually.
But at Target, they had the patio furniture section, and we'd sit there and
talk. It was almost like being outside! *hehe* Gradually, I think the people
began to recognize us. Well, we certainly remembered them. First there was
this cute guy. Over the holiday season, he was my checker when I bought
Allan an "inflatable pal." *chuckles* No, not THAT kind of inflatable pal.
This was made my Playschool and was for little children. If you don't believe
me, check it out for yourself. Anyways, he gave me a funny look when I bought
it. *LOL*
Then there was the medic. He was this 20-ish guy. He wore a uniform.
*purrs* He just stands at the front of the store and sometimes he made rounds.
He's kinda snooty though. And he's already balding. *tsk* I've actually
seen him around still, but he's in civilian clothes. *shrugs*
Anyways, we'd just go to Target, make our rounds...play with the toys. Ride
their exercise bikes, do cartwheels, and sit on their patio furniture. It was
fun and it was free.
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There's a local band down in Olympia, called Slow Children. I've never heard
their music before, but my best friend likes them. Now, we had this other friend
with us. I used to drive everyone home last year because I liked driving
that much. *hehe* This second friend, in her neighborhood was a "slow
children" sign. *hmmmm* Well, it was nearing Christmas..(do you see where this
is going?)
I decided to go after this sign for my best friend. *chuckles* I was going to
get her some other stuff too, so don't call me cheap!! Haw. I recruited
another friend of mine to do this; she was real excited. Theresa's her name,
she's the other girl in the Homecoming picture. Anyways. Tonight was the night.
Theresa came over. She was all decked out. In black...*LOL* She had on black
pants, black shirt, black sweater, black stocking hat, black shoes, gloves,
and a black bag. *LOL* Oh yes, she also had a pair of sunglasses too. *hehe*
I can't help but to admire her preparation in this. We even covered up the
license plates of my van!
We drove over to "the scene." We had already "staked" it out and came to the
conclusion that we had to take the whole thing, post and all!! *LMAO*
We walked around, to make sure no one was out, and then went for it! We grabbed
it all, post and sign, and shoved it in the back of the van. It was just long
enough! As we closed the back door, a car drove by! *whew*
Okay, so I now had this sign, attached to the wooden post, about eight feet
tall. What I was going to do was chop through the post and then work on prying
the sign off from that bit. (Definition: Set the damned thing on fire!)
I had all my tools out. Yeah! I was ready!!
I took a saw to it. No dice. It had been raining, so the wood was soaked.
Okay. So then I took out the axe. *whack whack* Um...no? Crap!! Then I tried
a hammer and chisel thing. Nopers!
I've had this now for a week. And no progress. So I "left it out" so my dad
would "stumble" upon it. Haw. He had a cow! I told him my plans for it and
he said he would take the sign off the post for me. But of course, I got a
mega lecture from both parents! Bah. He was able to take the sign off, but
then he had an attack of conscience. I mean, this whole time, my parents told
me I was going to jail, etc. But then now, it really kicked in. One day, before
I could search for the sign, he went out and dumped everything!! WHY!! *argh*
So now I was without a sign, without a present. Great. And, it's like someone
out there probably found the sign and took it for themselves! And! Here's the
kicker...I was going to have sign the sign!!! AHHHHHHHH!
This is the worst thing I've done. So far. Haw. But my parents think I have
a sign-stealing fetish because last Halloween, my friends and I stole election
signs. *LMAO* They went to a rally of sorts and came back with a
million signs!! I was like, "What the hell am I supposed to do with this?"
Oh well.....
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After Friday Nights at Target died off, the next thing we did was get stuck in
traffic! Haw. For several weeks, they were repaving the highways nearby.
They did it in strips, instead of one chuck of the entire thing, you get me?
We'd drive up to Tacoma or Lakewood, if the traffic was particularly bad. And
then we go back down. *chuckles* By then we'd become experts at this thing
and knew which lanes would close and which ones would remain open. So we'd
then be nice and let people in when they got to the end of the line. We'd
let in the nice familie-types and of course the cute guys! *LOL* Kate and
Anne Marie would always be in the front, bopping to the radio. I'd be sitting
in the back singing along. *hehe* It was so much fun. (Yes, we're dorks.)
We'd drive back home and either go to Sharis for shakes and cheese fries or
else we'd go to Anne Marie's house and talk for hours. *smiles* Those were
the days.....
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Oh, the memories! High School graduation! All my friends weren't going to the
senior banquet, which was a ride on a cruise ship and then a stop off at a
kinda play-pen-type place. *chuckles* But we had a back-up. A friend was
having a party at her house.
Okay, so we arrived fashionably late. And it was lame! It was just a bunch
of old people sitting around, talking. The hostess was getting her feet rubbed
by her now-husband. And it was just awful! So we made a lame excuse and
snuck on outta there!
First we went to Rebekah's house. (We had left her at the "party.") Irina
got some drinks, but only she and Kate drank, okay? Yeesh! *LOL* j/k
Anyways, Anne Marie drove us. Far. We went to Union Station. I think it's in downtown
Seattle because it was scary. *LOL* There's a statue in the front there,
and I took a picture of Irina with it. Then Kate and Anne Marie piled on top
of him, so I took a picture of that. And when I was through, I realized there
was someone watching us. The security guard inside Union Station! *ROTFLMAO*
I told them so, and pointed. They laughed/screamed and we all ran back into
the car. He stood there and smiled, so we waved back!
On the drive back, Kate was being stupid-drunk and flashed some guy next to us.
I told her, "Kate, you are stupid." And, for some reason, that made her really
mad. So for a moment, I thought she hated me! But after a while, we made up.
*whew* We dropped Irina back home and then went over to Anne Marie's to
spend the night.
See the
picture no one wants you to see. *bwuahah* (hmmers, link doesn't bring
you to the piccy...gotta check on that.)
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