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Dinner was great. Had my mom's mashed potatoes and green bean casserole, The Dude Senior's barbequed turkey, and other random items. It was a good time.

The Dude just walked by. He glared, then screamed a gleefull "WE'RE CUTTING THE PIE!" followed by a queer dance. And when I say "queer," I don't necessarily mean homosexual looking, I mean funny and bizarre and whatnot. But also, kinda homosexualesque. Wow, now there's a word.

Also have made a decision. You guys are my greatest friends. Does that worry anyone else? I guess I'll fit this into the meaning of this holiday. I am really thankful for the friends that I have gathered as a result of this blogging quest of mine. You folks really mean a lot to me. You may think that to me you are just words on a screen, but I assure you it's much more. You really are great people, and I love to correspond with you all.

And although I dig you all very very much, I have to through one special thanks out there above all others. Jett, you are awesome. You are definately a way cool girl, and I appreciate your existance to the Nth degree. You ARE the bee's knees. Thanks for the advice you've thrown my way, and for slapping me around a bit when I need it. I really wish I could express how happy it makes me to know that there are people like you out there. Thanks so much for being who you are Jett Superior.

*AHEM* So, enough of that sentimental mooshy BS. It's pie time.

Well well well my Llama lovin' amigos, I did it. I got the mohawk. And strangely enough, I really like it! I got my hair bleached platinum blondish first, and that looked really neat. So I think I am gonna start doing that once I have a full head of hair again. Untill that time, I have the blonde mohawk, and I dig it. I'll have to throw some pictures your way soon.

The Dude is in town for the a few days, due to the mythical holiday upon us. I watched Mr. Deeds again today, and soon enough I'll be watching Monsters, Inc. It's happy movie time over here. Last night, we watched The Boondock Saints. Not such a happy movie. It was an enjoyable one, although it got a little corny at some point. And corny really didn't fit into the agenda of the film.

"Alice!!! ALIIIICE!"

Rye bread.

I think I am seriously going to move out soon. That's all you get today. Ha ha, suck it.

I want everyone to be aware that Johnny T is the coolest dude around. Wait... Ok, The Fonz is a little cooler than he. But he's damn close. DAMN close.

Anyway, the point of this entry? The let you know that his site (Memoirs of a Samurai Barber) is definately the coolest thing since sliced bread. Yeah, I'm not even kidding. Everything that has come out since sliced bread is nowhere near as awesome as this site. Hell, this one breaks the mold.

JOHNNY'S SITE IS COOLER THAN SLICED BREAD.

The truth is unveiled.

Found out what the plans are over here for Thanksgiving. Nothing.

No thing. As far as I know, there's not even a dinner at all, let alone turkey and mashed potatoes and such. So I'll definately be going out on Thanksgiving. Kinda unamused with the antics of this family. But hey, whattaya gonna do? Fuhgetaboudit!

So I'm auctioning off my car.

No, seriously.

I wish it would snow here. That would be fantastic. Damn you Tucson. Damn you.

Hmm. I think I'll go have breakfast. Or maybe lunch.

Well my friends, it's that time again. The Llama is writing from the computer commons at school again. But today, that is actually the subject of my blog.
GET. THIS.
Normally, I blog from the west campus computer commons. Today, I had to be over at the downtown campus. Well well well. Aren't THEY the control freaks!! At west campus, you walk in, sit at your computer, do your business, then leave. The way it should be. Not here at the downtown campus. I feel like I'm in high school again, being big brothered.

You have to have your ID scanned, then they write down your name and assign you a computer. As if this isn't enough, they walk around every 5 minutes to monitor your actions. I fear that I will be banned if I write any more my friends. But if I no longer blog, assemble some sort of rebellion. Overthrow these bastards at central!!!

I am so sick of living with my family. Not because of all the reasons one would typically be sick of it. "My mom nags me too much" or "I have to do chores" or things like that. I am fine with that. Especially the chores thing. Shit, that's the least I can do.

But my family is so FUCKING negative. I am sorry, it's just so frustrating to me. Between my mom, dad, and sister, there is ALWAYS somebody screaming at each other, complaining about something, and talking shit about someone.

My biggest pet peeve is when someone is close minded. If there was a Close-Minded Persons of America, my parents and sister would be premium members. Hell, my dad would be President.

So much anger, hatred, close mindedness, jealousy, etc. And just NEGATIVITY. Constant negative attitudes. It is so hard to stay up and keep going with this around me. Ya know?

On a more positive note, I love cornbread.

I feel like a nauseated cricket. I really have had the want (not to mention the need) to blog lately, but I haven't had much about which I felt was blog worthy.

Ya know? I want to blog because I enjoy it. I need to blog because there are a few subjects about which I need to get of my chest. And I also feel as though I am letting my readers down.

I am Jack's self-existentialist encounter with nothingness.

So when I move to my new site, should I change my name? I think I might leave my title of "Fancy Llama" behind. But maybe I'll take it with me. I just don't know. Decisions, decisions. Feedback?

I posted something profound, now you must comment on it.

Something profound.

I'm thinking about getting a mohawk. Survey says?

Hey, you know that "Sunday Morning" or whatever it's called on CBS (I think)? There was a segment on dads that stay home while moms go to work. My uncle was one of the guys. That's cool huh?

Ok, so am I REALLY that much of an asshole??

Typically in my home, there's a family gathering for Thanksgiving. And that's an especially big deal because our family doesn't EVER eat dinner together. Ever. But on Thanksgiving, we have my parents, my sister, our family-friend Judi, my grandpa, and maybe a few other choice people over. Any other night, you sitting with the family isn't suggested, because my family just likes to fight when we're near each other. (This is also why my family never has never played a game together, had a family discussion, nor do we go on family outings or have anything of the sort.) That's fine with me, because as I see it, most families don't do that. However, this year, my parents made it explicitly clear that we will have no guests over for Thanksgiving. Not one. But it was never said what was going to happen. I am curious as to whether we will have a dinner that night.

So I asked. "Mom, what are we doing for Thanksgiving?"
::dirty look, followed by a brief pause:: "Why?"
"Because I am curious, so I know what we are doing."
::again, a none-too-happy glance and a more stressed:: "Why?"

So I apparently don't get to know. And my mom is mad at me for asking. Is that really not an appropriate question?

It's getting harder and harder for me to stand this place.

I just realized that El Dano and Jett Betterthaneveryoneelse have me on their links. ::sniff sniff:: I'd feel accepted into the community if I knew it wasn't looked down upon to beleive that there is a community to belong too.

And that's right, you better accept me.

It's time...

Sites hosted by blogspot are loading slower and slower. The time is now. I must make the move as soon as possible to Decablog. The question is, what do I want my site to look like? I don't want it to be all crazy gaudy, but I also want it to be more eye catching that this silly-ass site I have right now. You know?

Gonna have to talk to The Dane (again) about hosting me. Ready... set... hang on, I have to tie my shoe.

Wait up you guys!! Wait uup!

Did I mention to anybody that I went to see the Paul McCartney concert last week? It was awesome. Way awesome.

So, this girl (with whom I have not spoken in a while) says "What's with you and llamas?" And I really had nothing to say. People have asked me this MANY times. But everytime I am left with no cool story. Could you folks help me to fabricate one?

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If your instinct is "Turn on the light. Don't just walk outside without the light. Just turn on the light." then you should probably turn on the light. Otherwise, you're bound to take a mailbox to the gut.

Special K is awesome. No, I'm not talking about the cereal. But while we're on the subject, how IS the cereal? Anybody have it before? Hmm. But anyway, Special K (the friend) is pretty cool. Ok, I can't tell you anymore, because now I want to eat some cereal. Sorry.

If I were to take office in a country that Johnny started, which office should I take? This is a tough decision. Come to think of it,I don't even think it's really my decision. After all, he IS appointing me a position. I'll just leave it up to him I guess. Thanks for your help.

Jett ruined my life.

I was conversing with Jett Superior last night in bits and pieces. I would say a few lines, then nothing. Then she would say a few lines then nothing. Every few snipets of conversation would lead us back to the instant message at the same time, and we would actually hold a topic for a few moments. It was then that her nick oh-so-quickly left my list of "buddies."

A moment to ramble, please. I really feel that the term "buddy list" is really not the best choice of title. Why? Well the answer is quite simple. There are plenty of folk on my list that are definately NOT buddies, and there and a few buddies who are not on my list. So really, it's quite a deceiving name, this "buddy list." Is that because good old "A o' Hell" think of anything else except "List of people that are currently online of whom I have accumulated the screen names"? Or is it merely their attempt at making the "online community" a friendlier place? I dislike it personally. But enough of my ranting. I digress.

So Jett is gone. What a nasty person! The names that ran through my head were such nasty ones that I dare not publish them, for I would have to age restrict and password protect my site. I smarted smashing various objects. Anything that I could get my hands on was fine. First a paper-clip holder, then a pottery pen-holder I made when I was five. Next was my mom's favorite vase, and before my rampage could be contained, I had pushed my grandmother down the stairs, pissed in my sister's cereal, and threw the cat into the fish tank.

As I returned to the computer, grandma screaming, sister crying, cat making that awful noise that cats will make, I realized that Jett had returned. As I told her the destruction that had occured, she claimed that she was happy that such tradegy had occured. Now even my own mother is scared of me, thanks to Jett Superior.

Jett, if you are out there reading this, I want you to know something. You are not rad, you are not the bee's knees, and I definately don't like you.

It seems as though every day that I go to school, I really end up disliking it more and more. I can't wait to be out of this high school that is walking around fooling so many into believing that it is actually a college. Oh well. I can't bitch to much, I am the one who chose this place. And there have been many stories here. Unfortunately, none of them interesting.

OK. I typed out a big long blog, but it's now gone. Just disappeared. RATHER frustrating. But it was kind of just random babble.

I got rid of the favorite reader thing. I felt as though it was kinda mean. I don't have any favorite readers. I just appreciate all response to my crazy little thoughts that I put up on the internet. I love you all for coming and reading what crazy-ass thing the llama will say next.

By the way, part of the reason the blogging has been down to such a low is because I haven't been home a lot, therefore I haven't had access to my own computer, and I hate to just sit at someone else's computer everytime I get there. But I really can't stand being at home any longer. I HAVE to move out of my mom and dad's house.

So you know what? The Dane lied to me. I am saddened. Dane (The) you have made me a disheartened young fellow.

I'm sorry. Ok, you beat it out of me. I am sorry.

It has not been often that I have been blogging lately. But for fair reasoning. I haven't had as much access to my computer as normal, and I am SO sick of dial up. And furthermore, so sick of AOL. I hate it. I really really do.

Headlines!

My foot hurts. I had a really thick (how do you spell cal-us? ya know, the thick, hard, dead skin) on my foot and it dried out, so it started cracking. Now it's getting really deep and it hurts. Anybody have a remedy?

In crime:

The other night I went to my first rap concert. As I was leaving, this guy bangs on the Blingmobile window. Bling rolls it down and the thuggish fella says "Hey you guys got some weed?" and were like "No man. Sorry." OOH OOH! DIALOGUE!
Thug 1: Come on man, just give us some weed.
Bling: Dude, we really don't have any weed.
Thug 2: Damn. Call (insert name here).
Thug 1: I don't got a phone. *looks at the Llama-Cell* Hey, lemme use your phone.
Llama: Um....
Thug 1: Come on, lemme use it real quick.
Llama: (reluctantly) Alright.... (hands Thug 1 the phone)
Thug 1: Alright, thanks for the phone. (Walks away)
Bling: (to Llama) Dude, you better go get your phone.
*Whilst persuing the Thugs, he tries to reason with them.*
Thug 1: N***a, if you step any closa I am gonna shoot yo ass.
Llama: (wets pants) Come on man, I was tryin to help you out and you take my shit. That isn't cool.
Thug 1: N****a open the trunk, I'm gonna shoot this guy right here in the parkin lot.
Thug 2: Alright..... (fumbling through pockets) I ain't got my keys.
Thug 1: N****a hurry I'm gonna shoot him, get my pistol.
Thug 2: I can't find my keys!
*they walk away*
Bling: Tell the cops!
*Llama gets cops, then finds the dude again*

Ok, back to story mode. So basically the cops pat him down and he doesn't have the phone. Then Bling spots it about 5 feet away on the ground where the guy tossed it. At this point it's gone from one cop to five cops. I thought that was overkill, but whatever, I just wanted my phone back. The cops wanted to know if I wanted to press charges, and I told them I just wanted my phone.

So one of the cop gets in my face and starts screaming about how I wasted their time since I wasn't pressing charges and next time I deserve to get my stuff stolen. So then I said "Fine, I'll press charges." Then he got mad at me and told me to just get in my car and go home. So I did.

Maybe I was just too nice for not pressing charges? I don't know. Anyway, we got the hell out of there so we didn't get shot.

The End