like, oh my God, gag me with a spoon
Dec. 8th, 2003 06:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
enamouredOkay, I think I'm back. Ha.
Anyway, I ended up finding this site and it translates entire pages into a dialect of your choosing. So I chose to translate my journal into "Valley Girl", and I got amusing results:
Hal Sparks is like totally so, SO, wrong.
Speaking of Drew--I've decided to like, say his name, because I enjoy torturing myself and besides, typing "The Boy" can become incredibly cumbersome and I mention people by name enough in here anyway and I've yet to like, be truly found out, thank the Lord...
I really wish I knew how to like, freaking PLAY something. Oh my God!
And then there's the entry titles that were mangled...
someday I'll be sooo damn much more.
and everywhere I turn I keep going right back to like, the one thing that I need to like, walk away from.
there will like, be no white flag above my door.
Fun times. Yeaaaaah.
I think that the best moment of the weekend for me was when, during a "serious" "family" talk, my mom told me that she was proud of me. And I was extremely flattered and stuff. I can't explain why it made me feel so good, but it did.
I can't wait to see what my Secret Santa in journalism got me. I got another thing for my journalism secret Santa and and other presents for my LJ Secret Santa. I like getting presents for people. I really do.
I'm so tired lately. I just come home and I'm awake and stuff for awhile, then I just go somewhere and seemingly crash. I need more sleep, y'all.
One more thing:
Age: 17, about to be 18.
Where did you grow up? Durham, North Carolina.
What do you call ...
1. a body of water, smaller than a river, contained within relatively narrow banks? Stream.
2. the thing you push around the grocery store? Grocery cart.
3. a metal container to carry a meal in? Lunch box.
4. the thing that you cook bacon and eggs in? Frying pan.
5. the piece of furniture that seats three people? Couch.
6. the device on the outside of the house that carries rain off the roof? Gutter.
7. the covered area outside a house where people sit in the evening? Porch.
8. carbonated, sweetened, non-alcoholic beverages? Soda.
9. a flat, round breakfast food served with syrup? Pancake.
10. a long sandwich designed to be a whole meal in itself? Sub.
11. the piece of clothing worn by men at the beach? Swim trunks.
12. shoes worn for sports? Sneakers.
13. putting a room in order? Straightening up.
14. a flying insect that glows in the dark? Firefly.
15. the little insect that curls up into a ball? Rollie pollie.
16. the children's playground equipment where one kid sits on one side and goes up while the other sits on the other side and goes down? Seesaw.
17. how do you eat your pizza? From the point to the crust.
18. the act of private citizens putting up signs and selling their used stuff? Yard sale
19. the evening meal? Dinner.
20. the thing under a house where the furnace and perhaps a rec room are? Basement. But in North Carolina, lots of folk don't have basements (my family didn't), so I should really say this is a crawlspace. Ha!
Anyway, I ended up finding this site and it translates entire pages into a dialect of your choosing. So I chose to translate my journal into "Valley Girl", and I got amusing results:
Hal Sparks is like totally so, SO, wrong.
Speaking of Drew--I've decided to like, say his name, because I enjoy torturing myself and besides, typing "The Boy" can become incredibly cumbersome and I mention people by name enough in here anyway and I've yet to like, be truly found out, thank the Lord...
I really wish I knew how to like, freaking PLAY something. Oh my God!
And then there's the entry titles that were mangled...
someday I'll be sooo damn much more.
and everywhere I turn I keep going right back to like, the one thing that I need to like, walk away from.
there will like, be no white flag above my door.
Fun times. Yeaaaaah.
I think that the best moment of the weekend for me was when, during a "serious" "family" talk, my mom told me that she was proud of me. And I was extremely flattered and stuff. I can't explain why it made me feel so good, but it did.
I can't wait to see what my Secret Santa in journalism got me. I got another thing for my journalism secret Santa and and other presents for my LJ Secret Santa. I like getting presents for people. I really do.
I'm so tired lately. I just come home and I'm awake and stuff for awhile, then I just go somewhere and seemingly crash. I need more sleep, y'all.
One more thing:
Age: 17, about to be 18.
Where did you grow up? Durham, North Carolina.
What do you call ...
1. a body of water, smaller than a river, contained within relatively narrow banks? Stream.
2. the thing you push around the grocery store? Grocery cart.
3. a metal container to carry a meal in? Lunch box.
4. the thing that you cook bacon and eggs in? Frying pan.
5. the piece of furniture that seats three people? Couch.
6. the device on the outside of the house that carries rain off the roof? Gutter.
7. the covered area outside a house where people sit in the evening? Porch.
8. carbonated, sweetened, non-alcoholic beverages? Soda.
9. a flat, round breakfast food served with syrup? Pancake.
10. a long sandwich designed to be a whole meal in itself? Sub.
11. the piece of clothing worn by men at the beach? Swim trunks.
12. shoes worn for sports? Sneakers.
13. putting a room in order? Straightening up.
14. a flying insect that glows in the dark? Firefly.
15. the little insect that curls up into a ball? Rollie pollie.
16. the children's playground equipment where one kid sits on one side and goes up while the other sits on the other side and goes down? Seesaw.
17. how do you eat your pizza? From the point to the crust.
18. the act of private citizens putting up signs and selling their used stuff? Yard sale
19. the evening meal? Dinner.
20. the thing under a house where the furnace and perhaps a rec room are? Basement. But in North Carolina, lots of folk don't have basements (my family didn't), so I should really say this is a crawlspace. Ha!
