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Name: Angie
Country: United States
Metro: Seattle
Birthday: 1/10/1987
Gender: Female
Interests: Serving Christ in everyday life. Becoming and Sigma Lambda Gamma. Working. Swimming. Reading. Dancing. Listening to Music. Cooking (I can make the best gourmet salad you'll ever taste). Hanging out with people.
Expertise: I don't really tihnk I have ny expertise in any one thing. I dabble.
Occupation: Education/training
Industry: Other
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  darkcaramel0110
Yahoo:  miss_angela0110@yahoo.com
Member Since:
9/12/2005
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| So it's been about six thousand years since I've written on this thing. Weird............................................. umm, all I really have to say is that everyone should go see the new Disney movie "Meet the Robinsons"....if not only because of the scene where the T-rex says "I have a big head, and little arms..." that cracks me up. I'm easily amused. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA..but really, they did have big heads and little arms, and you remember that scene in the Land Before Time (1) where Littlefoot, Petrie, Ducky, and Spike were gonna drown the T-rex.....Sera wasn't there yet because she went the wrong way to the Great Valley.....anyways, Littlefoot was like, "He'll fall inot the water, he can't swim with those scrawny arms!" That correlation between two videos, one nostalgic, the other brand spanking new, is what keeps my hopes alive that one day, they will make a sequel to the Land Before Time that is worthy, just like the first one....until then, I wait with breath that is baited. I'm out. | | |
| People are really stupid. That's all I have to say. | | |
| Anyone remember how Sleeping Beauty (Aka, Briar Rose) felt when she saw Prince Phillip in the woods and was immediately in love with him AGAIN, after seeing him before? THAT'S how he makes me feel! Ahhhhh, *heart fluttering wildly* | | |
| Well, though many of you were probably salivating at the thought of playing DDR, I am here to burst your bubble and say that DDR is not what this is about. This is about the Dance Party Christine Masuda and I are throwing for outreach and also for just some plain old good fun. While the things like location, time, and scheduling are things to be dealt with, more importantly is the issue of MUSIC SELECTION!!! Ever been to a really bad party (I mean bad as in lame.....not sketchy) or really bad club scene where all they play is like, weird music from the 70's and slow ballads that nobody even liked THEN?!?!?!?!?! Well, I will simply die if this party is like that......cuz think about it....if a whole bunch of non-Christians come to this thing, and then the music is whack, it would assert the stereotype that Christians are weird and have no play-ethic. I'm not trying to joke, because that's exactly what I used to think before I was a Christian and I went to parties, so please give your input. Tell me who your favorite artists and songs are, so that we all have a grand ole time and can effectively CHILLAX. Peace Family, Angela. | | |
| Alrighty then. So, as some of you may know, I have had just about the
suckiest summer of my life. Aside from crossing and becoming a Gamma,
I've had family deaths, illness, money issues, health issues, spiritual
issues, and about 2 near-death experiences. I do not exaggerate. So,
the royal icing on the cake happened yesterday....you're gonna love
this.
I was home alone, door locked and windows shut, when I decide to go
take a shower. No harm there. I'm expecting my dad home becasue we're
going into Tacoma to have lunch with my sister and her children. Whilst
in the shower, I hear the door unlock and I assume it's my dad. Usually
my dad calls out "Hey Ange, where you at?" or "Hi boo-boo, I'm home!"
There was no call out, but I was in the shower, and my father is a
creature of habit, so I just assumed that there had been one, but I had
not heard it.
Anyways, I finish showering and then run to my room, dry of and get
dressed, because I'm taking a lot of time and we had been suppsed to be
leaving. As I'm putting on clothes and lotion, and completely unknown
to me, white man with black hair walks casually into my room, spots me,
says "Oh Hi! Sorry, wrong house" shuts my door and runs out. Bewildered
and frightened, I just close my door tight and stand against it while
calling my dad to say that some strange man had just come into my room.
A few minutes after he left, I come out of my room, only to find that
we had been robbed by this man (He stole our two Compaq Presario PC's)
while I had been in the shower. So I call my dad again to tell him to
rush home and then call 911, after I had assessed that no one was
longer in my house and I was in no danger at the moment.
I must have sounded slightly awkward, because the lady kept asking me
if there was a present emergency, and she told me I sounded quite calm
for the situation. Truthfully, I wasn't and I was terrified. Honestly,
I haven't stopped shaking since the incident, but hey, at least I'm
able to talk and joke about it.
I take this whole incident into perspective now....(not yesterday, cuz
yesterday I was just HOPPIN' MAD!) but now I see how God truly enables
me to have a sense of humor in every situations, which has helped me to
cope with this scary matter of happenstance. You see, I do not come
from one of those rich families who has cash, silver, and jewelry
lying around from random burglars to come in and take. They stole our
two computers, which had many viruses on them, don't start correctly,
the passwords have viruses and we haven't been able to use the
computers in about a month. We also got them on sale, so combined, they
stole two computers worth about $672! So haaaaahaaaaa, boo on you crazy
robbers! You came into the wrong house! You should've robbed the rich
white people in apt. # 103! They probably came into our house and
looked around like "Dang, these Negroes is poor. Oh well, next time,
let's hit someone else's house because this was fruitless." So, one
time when being poor and not having much comes into play for ME,
instead of someone else. Also, I'm just glad that I was in the back of
the house and not the front, because I could have been hurt, and then
my gangster military war-veteran father would have killed people and
gone to prison (cuz my daddy is thug like that......you have NO idea).
So, all-in-all, the experience sucked, but I feel sorry for them,
because now everyone I know will be making fun of the loser burglars
who came into a house and stole some busted computers that don't even
work. Hardy har.
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