I had to make a part 2. There is a sequel to every great movie, like Lion King, Shanghai Noon, Men in Black, Pocahatas, the Little Mermaid, the Godfather, Ice Age, and all those others that we just can’t name. Normally, part twos are good, but not nearly as good as the original idea. Like Men in Black II, it was…lets just say it wasn’t as good as Men in Black.

But…oh… Now this sequel is good.

WE HAVE HIGH SPEED INTERNET!

Yes…treasure it. Savor it. Feel it. Taste it. Swallow it.

High Speed Internet.

I Repeat…

High Speed Internet.

Again!…High Speed Internet.

After 3 full months and then some of Dial Up…Satellite is gold. Pure, shiny, rich gold.

Again I say…HIGH SPEED INTERNET! PTL

I can’t say it enough.

High Speed Internet. High Speed Internet. High Speed Internet!!!
And it’s not going to disappear. Atleast not for long while.

I feel pretty special right now. The Boris family has just named the latest addition to their family after me, in a very round about sorta way. Below is the explanation that Uncle Boris posted on his blog in the comment section. My additions are in parentheses.

‘What do you mean, “no resemblance”? We specifically picked two names that ended with the same letters as yours: A and E. (Veronica Love) Furthermore, 50% of “Samira” contains letters from your first name, and another 50% of her second name (Joell) is comprised of the letters of your last name. That’s as close as I could get it without Anaik suspecting anything. ’

By the way…if you are puzzled by the last sentence, so am I. Don’t feel bad.

Take Note, this child is cool.

What’s second best to a cold Mountain Dew and a Snickers bar?
A cold Sobe and a bag of mini Oreos.

“Pop” soup cans are bad.

Conformity; Individuality
Conflicting matters
Dueling, waging a non conventional war
Striving and thriving in the mind

Thunder raging, rain gushing
Mud soaking in and staining the mind
Thoughts slipping and sliding,
Falling, crying, and lying down

Thoughts grabbing, frantically searching
For the luminescent grass of sanity
Crawling, sprawling, grasping
Sputtering, spitting, but not finding

Hope; fluttering, fluctuating low
Losing strength, waning health
Master plan? Who will win?
You shall see on your dying day
—Blessed are the dead

12/10/05 Veronica Love

The rest of my home is sitting in the living room hashing out home reveiw questions. Oh…the blessings of being under 18. Oh my time will come…in about 10 minutes to join them, but the pleasure that I’m enjoying right now, this second, is unspeakable.(hence why I’m typing) haha…oh…it’s pleasant, pure pleasant pleasure.

Chuck and Woozers from “The Sister Hood”, got me this awesome bag for my birthday. I’m a litteral Mountain Dew Billboard now. It’s awesome.

Also thank you everyone who sent cards, electronic and snail mail ones, sent offlines, spent time chatting, called me on the phone(even if it was a few days late), attended Woozers and my party, or wished me happy birthday while passing in the hall on or after my birthday. And…thanks most of all to The Token Black Woman, who is lending her shadow to me (heh…I’m token black girl (remember all lowercase)), for her gift of two very much needed shirts, plus they came just at the right time, just in time for the party. And of course, Uncle Boris and his wife AAA. Thanks for taking me out to see The Pink Panther, it was great. “Have you ever had a Hamburger…” was definately a line that’s sticking in my head for a long time.

My Compadres, Sam and Tammy, thanks for Ice Age 2, the last 5 minutes are worth watching. Sid is so cute. (I’m Sid everybody.) AND…Madagascar. I’m the giraffe..his name…argh…starts with an M?
Thanks Oh Great Task Master, for Cronks New Groove. I loved it. Emperor Cusco is cool. NO arguements allowed. ( I think I watched alot of movies in the past week. Don’t worry it’s a once a year thing).

Sonia..thanks for the prom shoes. Now I shall enter the enchanting ballroom with a thud. And I will think of you often that night. “Every step I take, every move I make, I’ll be… watching…eeeehhhh…thinking of yyyyoooouuuuu”
And Dulcy…oh sweet Dulcy…thanks for making breakfast for me. She even gave me the last and only tomato on Sunday. Now that means alot to me…really it does, because she loves tomatoes. But she gave it to me…but I couldn’t eat it so she got it anyways.
All in all…17 started with a bang. I love you ALL!

A life need not be great to be beautiful. There may be as much beauty in a tiny flower as in a majestic tree, in a little gem as in a great jewel. A beautiful life is one that fulfills its mission in the World, that is what God made it to be, and does what God made it to do.-Author Unknown

The Rat ran over the edge, it landed hard, in our swimming pond, Hickory Dickory It’s DEAD.

Dear Dulcy(with a Y) was having wordtime by our glorious (albeit dirty) swimming pond. She was peacefully enjoying communion with our Maker, when she by chance (which she would normally never do) glanced over into the murky water and…and…and…there she found a tail. Puzzled, she had to investigate further. Was it a fish? Was it a bird? Was it a plane? No, my dear readers, it was not. Something more dastardly had made it’s way into our waters…

(Disclaimer: The following portion of the text is not suitable for squeamish, sensitive, prissy, break-a-nail, OMG type audiences. We are not responsible for any mental damage that might occurr. Proceed at will.)

a RAT. Yes, yes, a rat. A big, black, rigamortis-set-in, disease filled, RAT. Yucky, yucky. The poor clean freak female will never be the same I fear. Neither will I. Neither will the home. Neither will the pool. Neither will the poor, lost, starving children in Somalia.

I had to take a picture. It stayed in our pool for 3 days, because our Stupid Pool Man didn’t show up like he was supposed to. I believe it was God’s wrath on him for not doing his JJT. Now who wants to be a pool man?

and the house full (and do I mean full) of people broke out in a song, which happens to be sung alot around these here parts, commonly known as “Happy Birthday”. Thankfully the house wasn’t quite as full as it was when it erupted in song for a cool individual who’s birthday ended a minute before mine began. Heh, Every once in a while timing becomes “good”.

So far…I’ve been sung to atleast 7 times (and might I add that some of these people have the coolest voices), I’ve received 5 birthday cards, numorous chats, and the day has barely begun and night is no where to be seen. So good fortune awaits…or bad, but let’s be postive. Today is a good day. Today is my birthday. Today…I rule the world!…with the other million or so ppl who share this day with me. Like Heterdox(also known as Dave Fish-man). Happy 21st Dude. Party hard.

My new computer arrived yesterday. And boy, was I happy. Totally enthralled. I jumped, skipped, and ran througout the house, imparting to all the joy that my bounty had arrived. I even did my happy dance around the kitchen. And…heh…did it arrive just in time? Oh…yes, the day before it came my dingy Compaq decided to DIE! And it hasn’t recovered yet. BUT I NEED IT TO! My last 5 months of whatever I have done is on it. It’s horrible. The one time I REALLY NEED it to work it doesn’t. THE STUPID PIECE OF….plastic.

After I retrieve my belongings from it, I’m going to have so much fun. I’m going to return some of the PAIN that it caused me. Ahh…yes…it shall really see what DEATH is like.

THE PURE LUCK OF IT ALL!