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May 24th, 2007

Hey everyone. I am somewhat new to this whole diary thing, so to start out, my name is Olive Jones. Yeah I know, Olive is an girl’s name. And yes, I was teased as a kid. But here’s how it happened. The day I was born, my parents (Judith and Tim) hadn’t thought of a name for me yet. Such nice parents, I know. Anyways, they looked at me, and mom said “Oh honey, look at those olive eyes, aren’t they precious.” So that’s my name’s origin, my precious olive-colored eyes. I was born on May 24, 1981 in a gas station, right next to the slushy machine. Ok, so far my parents had me in a gas station, didn’t have a name picked out, oh, and did I mention they thought I was going to be a girl.
Now a little physical features. I have midnight black hair. I am a little stocky around the tummy area. I have olive eyes, a little stubble, and a small scar under my right eyelid from where a neighbor’s guinea pig attacked me when I was 7. Every day I get up at 5 am, clean up, eat my usual breakfast of a smoothie and a salted pretzel, and head to college. I am studying to be an architect, but until then it’s just a part-time job as a counter attendant at the local 10 cinema multiplex. It’s not that bad if you think about it. Except for the time crazy old Mrs. Caldwell lost her ticket. How she lost it walking from the ticket desk to the snack counter 10 feet away, I don’t know. PS, if you’re wondering what happened to Mr. Caldwell, he had an “accident”. Anyways when I tried to help her, I arrived home with popcorn in places that popcorn should never be. I live in a small town in Utah called Archerville. Though my job only pays enough to live in my studio apartment in Arctic Valley Apartment Complexes.
Now that you know who I am, do you know what day it is? My 26th birthday of course! You might be wondering why a 26 year old MAN is writing in a diary. Well, my great grandma Betsy hasn’t been good with gifts since her 89th birthday. When I was 6, I really wanted a diary, even thought I never got one. Today when she said she got me something that I’ve always wanted, I didn’t know she meant since I was 6. Anyways, since I am an aspiring artist I was planning on drawing in it. That’s when Betsy told me “It would make my heart happy if you wrote in it.” I mean she’s 97 going like 500 or something. The old bag’s heart better be happy or she’s going to make like a frog and croak. But, legend has it, she has millions of dollars to bequeath. Well I gotta go eat some of Uncle Dominic’s famous Quintuple Chocolate Heart Attack Cake. Come to think of it, a heart attack cake for Betsy may just be the perfect thing if I want to get out of this dump.

My son who is 6 is in the first grade.Well,today i was dropping him off and I had to speak to a teacher, and she happened to be in the Cafeteria. Well, I noticed the types of "snacks" they put in the vending machines.–I try my best to keep my two boys healthy because i was an obese child and it was partially my parents’ fault so i didn’t want the same thing to happen to them. In the snack machine, I saw a bag of doritos, lays potato chips, red hot cheetos, regular cheetos, pirates booty, popcorn,etc..and the kids are only 5-7 years old ( It’s grades K-2.) And in the drink machine, there was gatorade,snapple,etc, no apple or fruit juices or chocolate milks. I am a principal in a school with grades 3-5, and they replaced everything with pretzels,crackers,granola bars, and drinks are V8’s,water, sugar free-iced tea. I send my boys with lunch. But, we went to a PTA meeting and they said that it’s way to above their budget to buy any healthy things. Help,please?
IloveNY—

Even the mothers realize what their dollar they give their kids to buy something realize what they’re getting into. My kids are my priority & responsibility,but I also care about the other children.
As a mom, you learn to get like that.

I’m on the board of youth program. It is not run by the government. While not religious in any way, much of the funding and volunteers come from my church.
We like to show movies on a Saturday evening around 7pm, maybe 7:30pm in the summer.
Presently, we have a 27" RCA TV that is about 7-8 years old with a DVD player and a VHS machine (that rarely sees use anymore) also RCA brand.
The kids complain the "picture is too small". The room seats about 30 kids ages 12-16 mostly.
First off, will the 42" still be "too small" and if so, how much larger would you suggest? Some have suggested a projector and a screen of 7′ or so. I’m afraid it will either be poor quality or a budget buster.
Any suggestions on how to get enough popcorn prepared for 30 kids in a hurry is also appreciated! Thanks.

I got this in an e-mail and it blew my mind. I should feel more experienced with life, but now I just feel old. Do you guys out there remember these things?
Just in case you weren’t feeling too old today, this will certainly change
things.

The people who are starting college this fall across the nation were born
in 1987 . They are too young to remember the space shuttle blowing up.

Their lifetime has always included AIDS.

The CD was introduced the year they were born.

They have always had a n answering machine

They have always had cable.

Jay Leno has always been on the Tonight Show.

Popcorn has always been cooked in the microwave.

They never took a swim and thought about Jaws.!

They don’t know who Mork was or where he was from.

They never heard: "Where’s the Beef?", "I’d walk a mile for a Camel", or
"de plane Boss, de plane".

McDonald’s never came in Styrofoam containers.

They don’t have a clue how to use a typewriter

Well , this year my husband & I are doing a Halloween party. I have a few days to think of other decorations I can do that are scary to decorate the living room.

I have & made the following:
-I put up the spider web
-I covered the living room with black sheets- so it looks like an old house
-I covered my T.V stand with a black curtain & placed a skeleton hanging from the ceiling & 3 tombstones on the stand with candles.
-I did a home made ouija (wee- gee) board
- I did a friendly home made ghost
-I took one of my daughter’s old, doll & shut her eyes with white wax & put blood all over her so she can look creepy & hanged her from her neck in the ceiling.
-We have the fog machine & blk. lights.
-I did some popcorn hands, using corn candy for the nails & popcorn to make the hands using gloves.
-I did a jar with creatures & red water
-I have decorations to stick on the walls.
I still need to put more dec. on 2 walls- & I prefer you guys giving me home made ideas.
The two walls needs decorations, but I’m really low on budget- the rest of the cash I have left is for the drinks, food etc. Anyone with good ideas, welcome, I’m thinking more of creepy stuff, like things that I mentioned on the list. I’m trying to give the livingroom a haunted look- so if you guys can help me it’ll be wonderful. Oh- I forgot to mention I also have carved pumpkins, and I know those go great with any decorations . I prefer personal ideas- not links… Thanks in advanced

this is the second part of the second chapter, by the way. heres a link to the first part of the second chapter: http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=AvyOO5GIJFzxYlcPA6lal17sy6IX;_ylv=3?qid=20090518090054AA7KmjO

“’Kay, sorry about that. Natsumi was being an idiot,” she said. She laughed loudly a couple of times, before ending the call. She kicked her shoes off and reclined on her bags. “Akane’s hitching a ride with Sayori. They’re going to be late. Again.”
Sayori had family problems. Her parents got divorced a couple of months ago, and her brother went to University at the other end of the country. They were really close. There was an ongoing custardy battle between her parents which was a constant source of gossip at school. Luckily, it was the eight-week-long summer break.
“Race you to the TV!” squealed Yumi. We leaped up, sprinting out of the door. Yumi took the narrow stairs, two at a time. I hopped over the banister, landing on the squashy chair beneath. We raced through the corridors of my massive old house, feet sliding a bit on the cold tiling. Yumi dove ahead of me, running through the living room door onto the thick carpets, finally diving head first onto the corner sofa. I followed close behind.
It was an old ritual. Yumi and I had been friends since we were three, and Reiko joined us a year later. We did this every day we came to my house, despite our rapid outgrowing of the sofa and my mother’s constant yelling we’d wear the springs out. We would land in a higgledy-piggledy mass of arms and legs, six arms grasping for the TV remote, and the victor got to choose the channel.
Yumi clasped the remote victoriously in a bracelet-covered hand. I wrinkled my nose. She always got there first.
“Fine, I’ll get the snacks.” Another part of the ritual. Whoever was last had to get the food. I walked into the kitchen panting from the excess exercise. The kitchen was big for most houses, but was the right size for my super-size house. A bulky oven stood in the corner, next to an equally large refrigerator. Pale wood cupboards lined the walls a black and white marble counter streaked around the walls with more cupboards and drawers underneath them. My parents had the kitchen renovated last year. A dishwasher, washing machine, tumble dryer and a pack of radiators stood in the far corner, buzzing loudly. I groped around in a few of the cupboards, fishing out bags of sweets and chocolate. A six-pack of coke came out of the refrigerator. I found an old bag of microwave popcorn lurking in a corner cupboard. Great, Akane loved popcorn. I stuck a pack in the microwave and took the mound of junk food back into the living room. I threw a can of coke at Yumi’s head, which she caught in mid air.
“Dammit, nearly got you that time!” I grumbled. The TV was blaring some violently loud heavy metal. A bunch of men stood on the stage looking completely stoned, yelling at the top of their lungs about death and women. A couple of guys stood at the sides jolting their heads up and down. Their long hair flew about in a tangled mess, tight leather shirts straining at their rib cages. Yumi grinned at the screen, nodding her own head in time to the beat.
I admit, I kind of got caught up in the song. I started tapping my foot and shaking my hair about a bit. I must have looked ridiculous. My hair bands slipped out, letting my dead-straight black hair fall over my face. I had almost worked up to the full head banging when the microwave beeped.
“Just leave it,” Yumi half-shouted over the racket. I dropped my dressing gown. Yumi stood up and started jumping and head banging and yelling along to the music. Evidently it was one she knew. My jeans and t-shirt looked out of place against her tight black leather and the heavy metal group’s insane clothing. Whatever. I began jumping in time to the music, arms waving wildly. My hair whipped my face as I bounced in time.

every year in september my neighborhood has a block party. i hate the idea of a theme, like a hawaiian theme or something. we’ve done moon bounces, like, every year, but they suck for the older kids because we have to be careful of the little kids. we’ve also tried slushie machines, popcorn machines, and cotton candy machines. the planning committee is looking for something new to do, and they can’t think of anything. any ideas?

I am having a last day of school pool party. I had one last year as well
and had popcorn and slushie machine a dj and a huge inflatable slide… I want to have a better party this year but I don’t know what to do! I want mt friends ( boys and girls) to think this party is better than last years.

We are graduating from the 8th grade and I’m a girl. I’m thinking of having 40 people. My parents agreeing won’t be a problem cus my parents don’t mind that we hve boy girl parties all the time, but please help!
I already have a inground pool abd a trampoline

It was January 4th and i was sleeping in my coasy bed its was a stormie winter night and my mom and dad were not home they were at my aunts since it was there wedding anniversary it had been 5 years
but she lived in moncton . All of a suddent the phone rannngggg Dringg , Dringgg soo i answerd It was my mother she said : sweety were not comming home til the 6th cause we are having bad weather over her roads are blocked … soo i haung up the phone and was a bit stressed of being all alone for two days stuck in my house . :s sooo i went back to bed . The next day i called over a friend to see if she coulde sleep over . and mabey an houre later she had arrived we sat down white some popcorn watched some tv Whene all of a suddent we heard a noise comming from the attic soo we let it go and watched tv again mabey a houre later we heard it again but even louder soo we went up in the attic to check it out we didnt find noting but a old brown chess full of dust but it was locked teh locke was old and rusted sooo we went in the basment to get a hammer and went backupstairs and busted the lock we opend it had some stuff from like 1846 i beileive it had this old old old dress and a pipe and a old bottle of milk and a brown hat and old rusted sowing machine and a old reocrd player whit an old record in it and las a big brown photo albume soo we took its and brought it in the kitchen soo we had some fun whit it turn on the old orchestra music and got dressed in the old clothes lol and took it off and layed them on the floor and stoped the music and opend the old photo album and had this old artical from an old news paper saying that miller cemetary had been destroyed and another one saying weird stuff at miller farm with a photo of a old family and turned the page and there was that family again there was a man dressed in farmer clthes and a lil boy and girl and a mom in a old dress the same dress that was laying next to me on the floor wow it was cool but scary soo we turned the page and found a artical saying Laniethe Miller Sick Death is comming so we turned the page and there was a old cemetary Named the Miller cemetary and saying that Laniethe miller had passed away on July 3 soo we closed the album and looked in the the chess an found another box and opend it and there was a old journal (diry) and jar whit some words on the jar saying Laniethe Millers urn i screamed my friend took a napkin and layed it on the table and poored the urn on it whene all of a suddent the window opend and a breeze came in and the urn flew away on the dress so we decided to pick it up later and opend the old journal and read the fisrt page it said today My husban Herman Miller builed a new house for us over the Miller cemetery but i dont like it The second page said I feel treathend but i dunno why i have this weird feeling whene im in my new house . the third page said today i heard a lil girl crying in my attic and it had a picture of the attic and it look the same thing as my attic wait it was my attic soo i tought a lil bit and it meant this was my house means my house was built over my attic and i told my friend and all of a suddend the old record started playing all alone and the old dress stood up whit this yougne pretty girl in it she hair long curly hair and it was the same girl from the albume she stood there staring at us as if she was happy and she just flew away whith the dress and all of the urn dissapeard whit her but before she left she told us to turn to the last page of the journal soo we did and it sais thx for freeing my spirit and good luck would come to us soo we put away the stuff and buiried it in the woods of the back of my house and decided to never speak of it againe .

Ok a 9 year old is having a pool party for her b-day with 9 of her friends. Their is swimming, pool games, outdoor water games, kickball, a DJ, snow cone machines, cotton candy machines, and popcorn machines. 2 of the children coming I was hoping weren’t. They are loud, rude, hyper, and plan hard to stand. I don’t want to be mean or seem to parental but I want them to behave! Help!