Seriously. I used to have a whole crap load of socks, but now they seem to have been disappearing. WHERE THE HELL DO THE SOCKS GO?!?!

I think this is a conspiracy on behalf of the socks. I look under the bed, I find a couple. But not nearly as many as I'm missing. They didn't fall on the way to the laundry room. They aren't hiding in the closet. They aren't straggling in the sock drawer. Really. OMG.

THE WASHING MACHINE HAS EATEN ALL MY SOCKS!!!

It's a beginning...what do you think?

The leaves whispered to her. The animals told her their secrets. She always listened intently with her head cocked to the side. She heard the chirping of the many birds, the chattering of the chipmunks, the soft footfalls of deer. She felt at home here. At peace. That would never change. The bits of blue sky that could be seen in between the leaves told of treasures waiting to be found in the forest.

The rays of sunshine led the way. If there was no sunshine, it would be impossible for Akira to find the doorways. She had never gone through one, for she might never find her way back. The doorways to the other worlds held possibilities of adventures. They were dangerous, and for that very reason she found them intoxicating. She danced around the danger. She only observed what came in and out of those doorways, never engaging.

The doorways held a longing. Sometimes when she found one, she was so tempted to walk through one, into another world. At those times, she felt like she didn’t belong in this world. Lately, those feelings had been happening more and more. It was something she couldn’t explain.

Without even realizing it, Akira had been following a ray of sunshine. She stopped when she saw the door. She knew that most people couldn’t see them. But there one was, right in front of her. Her adrenaline shot up and her breath started coming out in shallow puffs. She felt her eyes go wide in wonderment. Every door looked different, because every door led to a different world. She knew the doorways never moved, but it was very hard to find the same one twice; nearly impossible.

This door Akira had seen three times before. It was a shimmering, translucent gold. She could see the forest on the other side, but she knew that if she stepped through the door, it wouldn’t look like that. She knew because she had seen creatures walk through them. She clenched her fists at her sides, because she knew she shouldn’t go through the door. She forced herself to turn around and run.

She ran all the way home, about half a mile. She burst through the edge of the woods into her backyard. She stood there, hunched over, trying to catch her breath. She felt weak, her legs like rubber. The adrenaline was leaving her system and she felt drained.

The first time she had ever seen the door, she saw a green man coming out. He was green from hair to foot. His skin had been kind of a mint green, his hair a dark forest green. The color of his clothes had matched his hair: green trousers and a green tunic. He hadn’t noticed her, hadn’t seen her watching. She’d held herself still, praying he didn’t see her, not moving even a foot and barely breathing. She knew he would have heard her; he was one with the forest and knew everything. For that reason, she had been surprised that he hadn’t found her, no matter how quiet she had been.

He had been whistling a tune that seemed familiar to her, but she couldn’t place it. She’d seen a glimpse of the world he had left. It looked similar to her own, but she knew it wasn’t the same forest. The desire to go through the golden door was suddenly so intense, she had to squeeze back tears. What was it about the golden door that called to her so? Why not the silver one or the red one? Or any of the other doors? She let out a sigh of utter frustration.

This post is kind of long, you guys, but please bear with it to read my message....it's worth it, I promise.

If I had to sum up my Xanga experience in one word, I couldn't do it. It would be damn near impossible. I suppose I would say 'enlightening'.

My first day on Xanga was October 8, 2003. For years, I treated my Xanga like a personal diary. I have had many physical diaries/journals in my day. Most of them I never wrote in all the pages. Xanga has an endless supply of pages that are free (for me, anyway). I went back and re-read some of my sad tale.

This was my first entry ever:

"I'm tired. I have to go out on the boat today, after school. Well, I'm getting out early, @ 2:00.

I'm living at Miranda's house, but I spent the night at my mom's house last night. I did my nails, and it took forever.I painted them a dark brown, a pretty fall color. Taylor was asleep when I got there, so I don't even know why I had to stay there. Mom wanted me to babysit her. I went there after work last night. I got a raise! But I don't know how much until I pick up my check today. "Pay day pay day, hey, hey, what you say..I wanna get paid." I'm goin to my dad's house on Saturday. We're renting 2 Fast 2 Furious and Dreamcatcher. I wonder if he got Hollywood Homicide. I love that movie. It's hilarious.

Lindsey's cool.

I don't feel like writing "

That's some pretty juicy shit, yes? Haha. I discovered many things about myself, going back and reading some of my entries, including remembering just how depressed I was that year. That was the year I was sick of my mother's cocaine habits and I moved 6 times. Not even kidding. Count with me: I moved from mom's to G's, from G's to M's, from M's to my mom's, from my mom's house to my mom's apartment, from the apartment back to M's, from M's to my mom's, and then mom kicked me out three days before I graduated, so I moved back to M's. Well, that's 7. I was literally an insomniac zombie, not sleeping at night and then falling asleep in classes.

By the way, I have owned Hollywood Homicide for a number of years now.

(I feel embarrassed to say that for years, my blogging wasn't exactly blogging. There was a number of times I would say "no post today....." It hasn't been until recently that my blogging is actually interesting....)

Back in high school, I met someone on Xanga who was actually a very good friend for a number of years. He was a man who lived in (West?) Virginia, and we started talking on AIM. At this time in my life, it was very terrible. My mother was a drug addict, I had lost my sister because she moved away, and I was remembering things from my childhood that were disturbing. As most of you should know from my Rape post, I was a victim. When I was about 5, I was molested repeatedly and whoever did it also shot me up with heroin. I was starting to remember all this at this time as well.

Anyway, I started talking to this guy a lot about it and I came to trust him a lot. I started trusting him with my life.

Whenever I was depressed (which was often) and suicidal (again, often), I would log onto AIM and he would be there. He would always calm me down and talk me out of it. I owe my life to him more times than I could count. We even talked on the phone a few times, and I was actually planning on moving down there when I graduated from high school, and his wife had even okay'd it. I didn't move down there though.

After I graduated high school, my history with Xanga is a little spotty. I visited every now and again, going through spurts of posting, then I wouldn't visit again for months. It was still a blog where I wrote down the boring details of my life.

In hindsight though, Xanga has helped me keep in touch with my life. You see, I tend to forget events of my own life, even important ones. This is a defense mechanism, set forth by the awful childhood I had. Now I can go back, and read about myself. Most of it is depressing, yes, but it's better to remember than to forget. Your life makes up WHO you are. Without my entries in Xanga, I would be lost.

This is my original account with Xanga, but I have 2 or 3 others. Those ones are secret Xanga's. In one of them, I posted AIM conversations (under Private, of course) so that I can remember various conversations I've had with some people that have had an affect in my life. I have, however, always come back to this account, my original.

Now, I am here to stay. I am done with my rocky history with Xanga, and I am ready to stay. I've been writing a little less about my personal life, and more about...well, I'm not sure, really, but at least it's been entertaining. I hope so, anyway. Do any of my posts make anyone laugh? I hope so...anyway..

Although, my entire point in posting this history is that I want to say how awesome Xanga is, and what great people we have here. I think we need to dispense with the drama, so people stop leaving. Come on people, we are grown ass people here, and I think we should all respect each other. This is a blogging COMMUNITY! If you don't agree with someone, say it RESPECTFULLY! That is why people are leaving: we're acting like a bunch of rude assholes. Of course, there's always going to be haters, but really, we don't need so many. "Can't we all just get along?" I want everyone to stay here, and those that have left, to come back. Some people just need to grow up! Stop acting like your opinion is the only one that's right.

That's another great thing about Xanga: reading everyone's opinions. I've learned so much about other people, and just the way people think. I think it's great insight into the human population. So we all just need to get along, yes?

Also, it's almost my 6th Xanga anniversary! =]

Ahhhh my motherfucking Vikings did it again!!!!! Brett Favre is the MAN baby! I can't believe that winning drive, and the winning touch down!!!!! That was the most beautiful touch down I've ever seen. I am a very happy woman right now! Hells yes bitches.

I commented on Dan's post, saying I would write a post about how awesome Xanga is, but I can't work on it until tomorrow. I'm at my mom's and I forgot my cord for my wireless router, which pisses me off . I'm on my mom's computer and it takes 2 minutes for a frickin page to load. I'm not even kidding, I couldn't make this shit up! I only came on here to write this post, unfortunately. Tomorrow I go to my dad's, and he has wireless, so yay =]

Since my roommate hasn't paid the cable bill, I haven't been able to watch TV at night. I have to resort to watching my shows on the internet, which isn't all that bad, except they rarely put sitcoms on the internet to watch.

Anyway, last night I watched the first night of Dancing With the Stars, and tonight I watched the second night and the results show. I got teary-eyed twice!

The first time was when Kelly danced the waltz, that was really special. I really didn't expect her to do so well, considering ballroom styles wouldn't seem to be her forte. In my opinion, she went out there and killed it. At the end, when they showed her parents, I almost started bawling with Sharon. It was so sweet seeing her dad get teary-eyed and her mom is just so awesome, and they were obviously SO proud of her. It was a great, great moment.

The second time I got teary-eyed was during Patrick Swayze's tribute. It was so awesome. The point where I was like "omg" was when they did part where he runs his finger down her outstretched arm to her waist. I was kind of hoping they would re-create the moment when she chickened out of the jump, but that's okay.

Anyway, some of my early favorites are Kelly, Natalie, Joanna and Mya for the ladies. I hope Melissa does well, because I think she's sweet. For the men, I think Aaron did well, and I hope Donny does well. I don't know, I suppose I'm biased for something, because I like the women more than the men. I think it might be because the focal point in ballroom dance is the woman. It's the men's job to showcase the woman on their arm, and the women get the attention. It's also hard for me to watch the men dance because my eyes always fall on the women. =]

In a blog assignment from LostInTheLyrics, I have been given this to blog about:

"Compare your music tastes when you were 8 with your music tastes now. What changed, why did it change, and do you ever listen to the music your 8 year old self listened to just to go back for a little bit?"

I was born in 1986, and my parents had me young (my mom was 18 and my dad was 21). They were big into the 80's music, and neither of them went through the grunge phase of the early 90's, so I grew up listening to the 80's. It was all about Cyndi Lauper, Madonna, Blondie, Prince, Cheap Trick and Aerosmith.

If you've ever lived or visited Minnesota, you are aware of KS95 (or you should be). Their tag line is "80s, 90s, and today!" Every Friday night (this was years ago), Lisa Wright would do a segment called "Friday Night 80's" and later you would "Meet me at the Maid!" The Mermaid is a bowling alley/dance club in the suburb of Mounds View.

At this time in my life, my dad would drive me every Friday night to go to my mom's house, and on the way, we would listen to KS95. I was endlessly quizzed about the music. My dad grilled me on the artist and song title every time Lisa didn't say it. It was our time together, and I loved every minute of it. My dad would often exclaim, "Good tune!" and crank up the volume.

My first favorite song actually occurred when I was 3 years old. It was The Look by Roxette. I learned the words quickly and sang along every time I heard it.

I didn't start listening to any other music until the mid to late 90's. I listened to Aqua, Spice Girls, Backstreet Boys, N'Sync, and Savage Garden.

I'm not entirely sure when it happened, but the flood gates opened and I started listening to EVERYTHING. Not even kidding!! I have a deep appreciation for all kinds of music, and there's a lot of different kinds of music that I enjoy listening to. These include (but are not limited to): ambient, blues, bluegrass, classical, classic rock, country, electronica, darkwave, folk, gothic, industrial, jazz, musicals, opera, punk, rap, hip hop, reggae, all kinds of rock, pop, ska, soul, R&B, victorian, and techno.

I won't blink an eye when I go from listening to Britney Spears to Porcelain and the Tramps to Miranda Lambert to Eminem. My mixed CDs have Bach and Beethovan with Emilie Autumn, Damian Rice and Insane Clown Posse all on one CD.

I'm not ashamed of any music I listen to, and I still listen to 80's music. You can't lump me in a group or classify me. I am unique because of all the music I enjoy. I love music from the 50's, 60's and 70's.

The Look is still one of my most favorite songs to this day =]

need to learn how to drive because the next time some one damn near hits MY fucking car because they can't pay attention to who's in the goddamn lane next to them I'm going to rip them out of their goddamn motherfuckin car and shove the fuckin car down their THROAT

Other than that, I'm going to be busy at work today =[

This show is hilarious without these bloopers!! There's a whole bunch of them...just Youtube search "whose line is it anyway bloopers". I couldn't stop laughing...my stomach hurts now, lol.

This is a blog I've been meaning to do for awhile...

So, in my opinion, I think aliens definitely do exist. If you think about it, it's actually quite ridiculous to think that Earth is the only planet in the entire universe with life forms on it. Do you have any idea how massively HUGE outer space is?? You can't even adequately describe it using words, that's how much outer space is out there.

As far as aliens contacting us and UFO's, I honestly don't know. I suppose it's plausible, but I'm not all Area 51 about it.

Anyway, for your viewing pleasure, I've gathered some photos of some alien movies. There have been many different ideas from Hollywood regarding what aliens look like, so I will share some of them with you all. (These are in no particular order, mind you)

This alien is from Independence Day, with Will Smith. This is from 1996, when it was thought this was actually a hard shell that encompassed the alien, with its softer insides pretending to be unconscious so he could attack scientists in the lab.

These two aliens are from Men in Black (1997), also with Will Smith. The first alien was hiding the galaxy in his cat's collar, damn near impossible to guess, unless you're Will Smith, of course...or, more secretly known as Agent J. This alien is actually a tiny creature in a short, bald man's head. In the second photo, the infamous Agent J helps an alien give birth. The alien looks like a woman, but gives birth to a cute squid who doesn't like Agent J, because the infant subsequently throws up on his face.

We can see that Will Smith also believes in aliens because he has starred in many movies starring them. (Men in Black II [2002] not shown here.)

This is the alien from AVP (2004) (and also AVP: Requiem, 2008). This alien is seemingly made out of some kind of metal. I don't know what that's all about. I wonder what their planet is made out of.

These aliens from Battlefield Earth (2000) are very ugly. They kind of look like humans, except they are...ugly. Apparently aliens have nasty, unwashed hair that looks kind of dreadlocked. And weird red faces. I think they get angry a lot.

This is The Blob. (The re-make from 1988). Hollywood thinks aliens are made out of bubble gum placenta-like stuff. Now I know how babies feel.

This is one of the aliens from The Fifth Element (1997), The Diva. She has stones in her stomach, and she bleeds blue goo. She appears to be made of plastic. (I actually really love her part in the movie, the opera is fantastic)

This is another alien from The Fifth Element. Hopefully you can tell which one it is. If you need help, he's the one with sad eyes.

Ruby Rhod isn't actually an alien (....or is he?). I just think this still is hilarious. And the man behind him thinks he is SEXI.

Killer Klowns from Outer Space, 1988. Freaky lookin' fuckers, aren't they? These aliens wrapped people up in cotton candy coccoons then drank their blood from straws. No wonder kids don't like clowns.

This is from Spaceballs, circa 1987. Barf is half dog, an interesting mix. Apparently in the future we have some cross-breeding going on. Below is Pizza the Hutt. I had no idea aliens are made out of pizze. I wouldn't eat that one though.

This is Stitch, from Lilo and Stitch, 2002. He is also known as experiment #626. He came from outer space, but he was surrounded by humans up there. Is he really an alien? We will never know.

What kind of list about aliens would this be without Transformers? (2007) I think it would be pretty sweet if aliens were like robots that could change into a car or other vehicle. Just as long as they don't destroy cities and such.

And last, but certainly not least (because it's my favorite), The Rocky Horror Picture Show, 1975. The sexy transexuals from Transexual, Transylvania. Can't deny the lips, baby. I wonder if Tim Curry regrets dressing up in corsets and fishnets.