67???

You Belong in 1967

1967 If you scored... 1950 - 1959: You're fun loving, romantic, and more than a little innocent. See you at the drive in! 1960 - 1969: You are a free spirit with a huge heart. Love, peace, and happiness rule - oh, and drugs too. 1970 - 1979: Bold and brash, you take life by the horns. Whether you're partying or protesting, you give it your all! 1980 - 1989: Wild, over the top, and just a little bit cheesy. You're colorful at night - and successful during the day. 1990 - 1999: With you anything goes! You're grunge one day, ghetto fabulous the next. It's all good!

What Year Do You Belong In?

The Ging--GRR

G is for Godlike

I is for Insane

N is for Nice

G is for Gifted

E is for Entertaining

R is for Remarkable

What Does Your Name Mean?

(thank you Neil, this post now fixededededddd...)

You Are 50% Normal (Somewhat Normal)

While some of your behavior is quite normal... Other things you do are downright strange You've got a little of your freak going on But you mostly keep your weirdness to yourself

How Normal Are You?

Silly things

Your Linguistic Profile:

70% General American English

25% Upper Midwestern

5% Midwestern

0% Dixie

0% Yankee

What Kind of American English Do You Speak?

Tony Engel

Someone who was supposed to save the world with me. He was one of the real people. He had eyes that could see, and he was rare, for he could understand what he saw with them too. He was a very touching man. He knew what went on around him, he was a very brilliant person in many ways, and his talent was what made people fall in love with him. If he touched a guitar everyone who was there was Tony. He could sing and he could play, he could really play.

I did not know Tony very well, but I have spent a little time with him, and it was enough for me to say that I fell in love with him. But to hear that he has died, that does not make sense to me. He is supposed to help save the world, he cannot be gone.

If he warmed your heart as much as he did mine in the one weekend that I spent with him, you are a good person and you understand when I say that because he could see, we all learned to see.

memmmmmmbrane

insane in the membrane, insain in the brain...insane in the membrane, insane in the brain!!! how i wish i could just be sitting in a padded room now, with people tending to my every need, where i wouldnt have to think about a damn thing. i fall apart, by myself. no one here...wish i remembered the song...i hate everything because EVERY DAMN LITTLE THING HATES ME. well...almost.

ps...My MUUUUUUUUSE CONCERT was so...mmm...wonderful.

What wise quote fits Ginger?

Your wise quote is: "Be kind to unkind people,
they probably need it the most" by
Ashleigh Brilliant.
You try to look beyond apperance, try to give
people second chances and are probably very
kind. Understanding is your biggest personality
trait, and thoose you can see through should be
grateful. If they aren't already. You detest
narrow minded people, because they can't see
what's really there. Facades is not your thing
and you strive to always be who you really are.


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What type of Killer is Ginger?

You are a maniac
killer.
It doesn't matter who they are and what they
have or haven't done. You still want to kill
them. And for a simple reason only; it's fun.
Seeing people in pain is like ecstasy. Maybe
you have some sort of mental problems or you
are this way because of previous deep scars,
only you know. But now you are sadistic and
maybe you only like to see a special group of
people be in pain (e.g. preps). However you are
not the most social person in the bunch and
people think you are weird. That bothers you
somewhat but atleast you can entertain yourself
with daydreaming about killing them. After all,
they have no idea what's coming.

Main weapon: Explosives and torture
equpiment
Quote: "Insanity: a perfect
rational adjustment to an insane world" -
R.D. Lang
Facial expression: Wicked smile

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How is Ginger's soul?

Your soul is caring.
Other people are your concern, even if you
don't know them. If you see a person trip you
worry is he is okay. You put your loved ones
first and you're very mature. When someones
sick you're nurturing and always try to help
family and friends when failure strikes them.
You can be called the motherly one, if you are
in a group of people, which doesn't have to be
bad. Love is something that's already in you
and you have a lot to give whether you believe
it or not. Your friends probably love you very
much and come to when they need help since
you're reliable. People can feel secure with
you and generally like you.


How is your soul?(pics)
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So freaking much

So much to do, how the hell can i do it all. I'm so tired, I had a hard time sleeping last night, I woke up so many times. I am sick. Very sick, my throat hurts so much, I have a nose cold and my back/muscles have been sore ever since the other day when David and I helped Jared and Courtney move in last weekend. I have class in ten minutes, boy will it be fun...GRR...I miss REAL tv class, not having to sit at a computer all four hours. It is so hard to focus when a computer is there for you. I rather would have tv class where there are no distractions, where the teacher will look straight at ME and teach beacause he knows i'm the only one who can maintain eye contact, so I feel like i'm the only one he's telling it to and I remember it better. He still does it, my fav teacher, but it's so hard to focus because there's a computer stairing at me, and i have to decide who I keep eye contact with, the computer screen, or with him.

Well after class I have ma to attend to. She'll be coming up here some time today, donno when. Which is bothering me, cuz i'd like to do some other things but in order to do them i need to know when i can and cant be hanging around the apt. I called them earlier, three phones rang and nobody answered any of them. grrr...

TWO DAYS TWO DAYS TWO DAYS TWO DAYS TWO DAYS TWO DAYS TWO DAYS TWO DAYS TWO DAYS TWO DAYS TWO DAYS... YES!!!

Me? EEEEvil??? Nah...

"It's a wonderful night...come on and shake it on down...it's a wonderful night..." damn it David, fatboy is in my head. This weekend was verrrry long. On Saturday I thought it was Sunday. I had friday off though, so that would probably be why. I went to my grandma's friday and there I searched for a pair of pants that I knew did not fit me any more. I could not find them...or any of the clothes I am SURE that I put in a box. The only ones I could find were in a trash bag, and there was barely anything in there. I was thinking two things: either Neil somehow conned me into taking my clothes that I always use later on, fitting me or not; to Goodwill. I am not likely to be pushed into such a thing, because I still need the clothes. That was the first thought. Second thought: my cousin Jason and his fiancé Crystal put stuff upstairs at grandma's too. They later came and got all the stuff. I donno if they took it...but grandma said that they would have brought it back by now if they did. Grandma thinks that I left them at ma's house. I do not believe this, however it is possible considering that Neil does not remember me taking things to goodwill.

Well, after I searched and searched for that box I went and searched with grandma for old clothes from when ma, Beckie, Pam and Ron were kids to use. Of course, no matter how many times I have tried to wear things of theirs from back then, I cannot fit into them. They are always highwaters and they never fit around the waist nicely. I can wear them, but they are tighter than my size ones that I have. I know that ma and Beckie and Pam were all scronny, but--to be able to fit into a pair of pants that are smaller than size ones? They may have been young when they could fit into them, but they are a couple inches away from being the right size on me--back then they wore things higher though. I remember when I was younger I found a pair of orange pants that I wanted soooo bad--they were cordiroids (donno how to spell...) and they were ORANNNGE!!! But...I couldnt even get them zipped up...sob...

ANYWAYYYYS...I found a few things and went to work on a pair of pants that I had brought with me to wash that I dont really like too much. I made them more likeable. I only had Friday to work on them, and I worked on putting cordiroid patching on them. I only put three on them, and only one of them looks passing. Oh well. They look better than my other pants that begun to exist in seventh grade.......many many years ago...but I still like those pants. Oh stop rambling Ginger!!

So Saturday morning, at 9:15, I had another eye appointment, and we were there for an hour and a half. Ugh...the buick got washed while we were in there. Stupid eye doc...i'm sick of it. Yeah yeah yeah, I have a scar on my eye now, I had another one anyways so now I got two. Dont make me come back to see you. Fk you, I dont want these stupid contacts, grandma thinks that because I'm so used to wearing ones that correct my astigmatism that because I'm not wearing them, that is the cause of my headache that i had for two days or more. Neil says welcome to my world.

Hehehehe....so I get back to the apt with grandma and grandpa, David's nothere. I dont ask until after grandma and grandpa leave--where's David, did he go to work? Nope, he didnt know. He saw him last when I saw him last, Friday morning. So after Neil got offline, I called a few people. nobody knew...I went for a walk. I called a number of people......let's leave it at that. I got a secret now...but dont worry, YOU'LL ALL KNOW SOON ENOUGH. Hehehehe.......a little suprize.......

As I was--working on the secret--David called, he was at [someone's] house. I got Neil out of the apartment, since it was such a gorgeous day out that why be cooped up in there all day in your pj's looking out the window and cleaning when you could be outside on such a lovely day, and clean later when it's not so great out. We rode our bikes all around MSU for a while, I saw the stadium. I dont think I have ever seen it before, only on tv. I was in awe. David was going to come back to the apt with [someone] and we might go do something. I went back an hour later and played Halo waiting for him. When he came, we went on the bicycles again, me and David. We went to the garden and there was music across the river. We checked it out but couldnt figure it out. Later I saw a sign truck on Grand River telling me that it was "Sparty Party" and a few bands were there. None I recognized from myspace. We went back.

Sunday David and I were going to go somewhere but then Jared asked us if we could help him move, so we did. David and I started working on making the path off the deck, and the guy was pissed at it. Sorry...but it's almost done. So now they are moved out of their trailer into an old, very awesome house. Alot of wood, for being in the city. It's pretty cool.

So that's my story, nothing more to tell, other than to remind you all that I got a secret...and i'm not gonna tell...not even the ones it would effect the most...hahahahaaaaa...you will have to wait it out.

Oh, yeah i got something else to say!!!!!!! SOOOON I WILL BE GOING TO SEE MUUUUUUUSE!!!!!! yes yes yes yes YES!!!!! This SATURDAY!!!! The 23rd!!!! Come to think about it, I had a dream about it, or before it. Some guy was telling me that he was going to sneak a camera in there and if I wanted I could have copies of them. I remember that. That's all though......Ok. Time to end this rambling. MUUUUUUUUUUUUSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 5 DAYS!!!!!

The Last Weeeeeeeek

What to say…I was gone for a week to David’s. He got me a rose while I was sleeping. It was a great way to start the day. After a trip…down the stairs…David ended up in Lansing. Now he is no longer living up there, because of…that dramatic trip down the basement stairs…his foot is all wounded and (I’m sorrrrrrry!!!) I keep hitting it somehow and peeling the skin off it over and over. And people are stepping on it…damn hippies, walking around barefoot…blah…

Oh by the way...yesterday was my cousin Jason's 20th birthday. Hope you had a good day Jay.
What else what else...Neil's family project was due today, havent had time to ask him how it went, if he finished it this weekend and how it turned out...i would have liked to help revise it.

Hm...you know, I want alot of things for my birthday when I have time to think about them...I want that Modest Mouse cd, the newest one, and maybe the old ones too. But definately the new one, and that france Ferdenand, cuz Jared keeps playing the cds over and over and over and I only get to hear the first few songs before he changes the cd (he's one of those gotta change the song now people if you cant tell) but damn it I want those cds so freaking bad. Maybe I should just copy them onto the computer from his cd one day...rambling...

man, for those of you who know me, understand that since my mother called me a bathing beauty when I was a little girl in grandma's pool, I will not take my bikini off for anything. You never know when you might need it, ya know? Every summer I will wear it forever, occasionally take it off to wash, which doesnt happen alot considering that it gets rinsed alot in water anyways...(go ahead and be discusted by me i dont care).....What is my point you ask? Shut the hell up Ginger and get to the point you say?? Point: it has begun. I have skipped Spring completely and went straight to summer.

Mmmmmmm....the sun. MMMM...the water...the sand.....ahh...oooo the other day we went to the park and we were sitting on these huge piles of niiiiiice warm sand next to the water in the niiiiice warm sun...it was great. Neil was asking later why there was sand in the phone...sorry! I sat in the sand and sand got in my back pockets. how can you not take your shoes off and sit in the sand? (what is happening in my head right now...:"slash dot slash dot slash dot slash dot slash dot slash dot slash dot com...")hahahahahahaaaaaa................a;lksdjf;lkasdjf;klajsedfkljas;ldkfjasl;dkfjdkfas;sdklfjksal;sldkfjkdsa;

ok...time to walk away now. I know that if i continue on here it will only confuse all of you more and more because nobody understands the twisted world of Ginger and only the brave who are not afraid of disappearing and never coming back the same again will dare to enter my world...which really there are only...i would say four or five who have entered bravely, and were not petrifyed by what they saw, and many have entered into it and saw something they never believed had existed and were terrifyed and ran far far away...shut the hell up Ginger you say...I dont care about your mind I am not stupid enough to enter it so shut up about it already you say...

la teeeeee da~~~~~~Ginger Marrie~~~~~~la teeeeee da