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Name: Marg
Country: United States
State: Illinois
Metro: Chicago
Birthday: 4/3/1990
Gender: Female
Interests: Irish Dance. Which beats Ballet.
Refusing to turn into a cynical teenager.
Weeding my pimple garden.
Loving my bed. Sleeping in my bed.
Sleeping in random hotel beds at feises.
Laughing at the ubsurdness of my family.
Reading...
Being a smart nerd.
Going to book club.
Going on road trips on which I read and be a nerd by forcing my family to stop at battlefields.
Loving history. (US GRANT! O YEA!)
Being Queen Elizabeth I.
Singing Disney.
Watching Disney.
Living Disney.
Expertise: Amusing you with my cunning wit.
Occupation: Unemployed/Between Jobs
Industry: Entertainment
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AIM:  feisorphan
Yahoo:  feisgrl33
Member Since:
10/22/2004
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| Frankenstein is crap. Don't read it.
Mosquito bites and sunburn. Me so sexy.
I just realized we go back to school in....17ish days.
I just realized maaaaaybe I should start my summer homework.
Hahahahahahaahahahahahahahahahahahahah yes but no. Good idea but no thanks, I'm all set.
I'm triple screwed, aren't I?
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| Ummm..
I've decided summer is like one day of school, only dragged out and out and out. I still don't do my homework. At all.
I'm thinking once I finish my current book I'll do it. Perhaps I'll start by reading Frankenstein.
I'll do it on vacation. We're going to Door County. As always. Its comforting, in its familiarity.
I hate Arthur. His homework is so EASY. Why is he complaining?!
And falling asleep NEVER helps finish homework that you don't know how to even begin. Nobody ever has dreams in which the answers all pop out.
Well, people might. I sure don't.
Hmm. Arthur also makes me hungry. Mmmm, I want a tuna sandwich.
A word from Buster?!?! WHAT?! Its never been A Word From Buster. They're destroying the whole dang system.
*sighs* There goes my childhood.
I have the worst mosquito bite ever. Knuckle bites are the WORST. Second only to BACK bites. Because of course they are just out of reach of my fingers.
Gosh. I'm tired. But for some reason I wake up at like 8AM and then toss and turn but can't go back to sleep. It doesn't make sense. I love sleep. I need sleep. I WANT sleep. I haven't forgotten what 3 hours of sleep feels like. For that matter, I haven't forgotten what 2 hours feels like. Or 1 hour. Or none at all.
Alright, I've put off making a sandwich for long enough. I want to have it for when the Simpsons come on in...4 minutes.
Egad. I've never done anything in 4 minutes in my life.
OY I hope the Olympics come to Chicago. (sorry, it was on the news) That would just be proof that our city is the most kickass. Because it really is. If you think about it.
Go ahead, think on it. Take it home, chew on it awhile.
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| Soo..Friday. Massive bike ride 2.0
It started out late, seeing as how someone got to my house late (*glare in rick's general direction*) AND then my mum had to rant at me for hours about safety issues, including hitting deer with my bike, Rick hitting me with his bike, and being mugged.
She also made me wear a helmet. Which Rick thought was hilarious. But I know deep down it made me look professional and he was jealous. Maybe.
I'm getting pretty high-tech with this whole shenanagin. I even had gloves, because last time I nearly broke my hands into pieces. Stupid bike trail.
It also wasn't good in the beginning because rick "fixed" my seat the day before..only when we got on the trail it like fell off. So we had to take a detour to this random car place and rick was like "can i have a wrench?" and they thought we were crazy.
they are not wrong.
so my seat was all fixed. huzzah.
then we rode for like 13 miles when we took a water brake. rick made fun of my "10 pound trail mix bag". stupid. it was like..3 pounds at the most.
Hey, I love trail mix. What of it.
while we were sitting in the grass eating our munchies and drinking our litres of water rick reached over to me with an m&m in his hand and i thought he was going to start feeding me but instead he shoved it up my nose.
totally out of nowhere. yes. 
and then he's like "let me get it out!" and trying to get it out ended up pushing it in farther. by then i was screaming "I'm going to die, you moron, you killed me!!!"
then I blew and it came out. but still. i took a photo of the after effects. if my camera was charged i'd show you. but my dad lost the charger. gah.
juuuuuuust kidding, here is the picture(s) see, i'm screaming because he's trying to kill me and he's just laughing because me dying is hilarious.
  
Weapon of Choice:
lalalala. riding for about 20 years. one stop at this insanely nice mcdonalds. they played classical music. we were both very shocked. the suburban kids were scared of me because by now i was very very red and urban. and they were all very very very white.
I decided to document my precense in one of america's top 100 McDonald's. I'm serious, they won that award.
lalalalalalalalalalalala. 20 more years of riding. stop at the lake forest bike shop so we could buy a lock because rick forgot one. or i did, i don't remember. spent about half and eternity there because rick was chatting with the stupid store owner forever while i was outside guarding the bikes.
finally we get to where one of the trails end and you have to turn onto an actual street to find the start of the next one. we go under this underpass and emerge in the middle of North Chicago. ie the ghetto. we saw: a few prostitues, 4 drug deals, one drunk lady wandering around with a huge bottle of whiskey.
even rick was starting to get nervous and he's usually the one charging into danger without a care in the world for his safety or the safety of the people moronic enough to follow him (ie me).
this is also where all the signs pointing to the next trail end.
and where it started torential downpouring.
also where, after riding down this one street for about 2 miles, the lovely street turned into a highway.
also where we decided we were lost beyond hope. and wet and cold and looking like drowned rats.
on the way back to the trail, i got into a drag race with a pimp car. with huge spinners and such. i would've won cept for the huge bump in the road that i could not slow down for because my brakes didn't work at all. (yes, these were the brakes rick fixed) so I nearly flipped of my bike. but thats okay. stupid pimp car drag races.
by now, we were sick of those whole business. we rode back to lake bluff, took a 3 mile detour to panera, slouched into panera looking like death and a half, scared all the employess, threw our stuff on the floor, and curled up in a booth. ate soup. i told rick to leave me there and pick me up later. he didn't. because i would probably still be there. eating bread crumbs.
My sexy gloves/wallet at Panera:
somewhere, somehow, i found the strength to ride the 40 miles back home.
Me, Dead at McDonalds on the way back:
and finally:
I'm holding my breath because I had really really bad hiccups. I thought it was worth documenting.
when we got there rick ate a whole pizza. all i feel like eating is trail mix. its been like that for a few days. o_O
the craziest thing is i'm probably going to end up doing the whole thing again next week. only go farther.
this time i will make rick bring a map. he thought he "knew the streets" and "didn't need a map".
which explains why we ended up on Skid Row being offered crack by drunk hobo-prostitutes.
knew the streets indeed.
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| So yesterday we moved me into Katherine's room and Eileen and Katherine into my room.
It made me realize a few things:
-my parents are getting ready to shaft me from the house.
-my stuff is pretty cool looking and organized.
-I'm ready to be shafted from the house, seeing as how it only took me an hour to move everything I own (clothes, books included) to a new location..
-my sister's have so much stuff its disgusting.
-the color yellow does not bother me as much as I thought it did
-I cannot work while my sister's are around, as they make me want to beat their faces in.
The weird thing is I actually had fun moving all my stuff and organizing it and making it look cool and interesting.
I also have a huge amount of hangers...so you know, if anyone wants them, they are free to a good home.
I feel like going to the beach and swimming in the lake. I love swimming in lakes. Its so much more refreshing (it shouldn't be, as Lake Michigan is basically radioactive..)
I still haven't even thought about starting my summer homework........
I lie, when I was moving my piles and piles of books I found I actually own a copy of Frankenstein. That counts as starting...yes?
I also feel like another long long long bike ride. I'm thinking of going to the WI border next time. I'll take a picture of my corpse on the state line, hooray! I'd ride my bike up to one of the beaches in the far northern suburbs, but none of them are free (in fact, they are insanely overpriced...$10 is too expensive for just a beach.....a crap beach, at that...stewpod suburbs....)
Huzzah for summer and such.
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| So basically Zoe getting a facebook has been the highlight of my summer. Because other than that I haven't really done much of anything. Because I am a sadsap. But that's okay, everyone loves sadsaps.
Well, I lie, yesterday I went to a Sox game with my grandparents and Rick. And I was really trying very hard to hate them. But its so HARD, that whole stadium is filled with propaganda. Like the whole starting clipshow with the music from Pirates of the Caribbean. I was too busy dancing along to hate the Sox. *gasp*
And of course they won by like 40 runs. I felt sorry for little Baltimore, they are like the unloved team of the century.
Rick is really desperate to convert me from being a Cubs fan..every 40 seconds he'd turn to me and go "SO do you still hate them?!?!" and I'd be like "Yessssssssss" and he'd be all depressed until one of the stupid Sox players got a hit (ie every time they went up to bat) and then he'd be happy and dancing again.
SO- even with the nice stadium, churros vendors, and PotC music that gives you goosebumps, I still am not a Sox fan. I had fun at the game, though. Seeing as how the seats were 3 rows away from the freakin field. Rick got a free T-shirt. That the stupid girl was throwing at me, he nearly killed me diving in front of me to get it. Gosh. He let me wear it after snuggling it for about 23 years.
I still got sunburned.
There was a crazy drunk guy on the train talking to these poor out-of-town tourist ladies. They really had no idea what was going on. I felt sorry for them. The crazy drunk guy then proceded to ask everyone on the train (all 49 million of us, they were cramming us in there so much, the CTA employees were shouting "YOU CAN SQUEEZE 40 MORE PEOPLE IN THERE!" even though there was already very little air to breathe and such...) whether or not they were a Sox fan and then threatened to jump anyone who wasn't. Rick covered my mouth with his hand before I could get us both killed. Psssh.
Pssssssssssh. *makes Psssh noises until realizes that I am late for my job at the library*
Yeaaaaaaaaah. Gotta go..do that..ugh.
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