procrastination

i've got three things do friday, and i haven't even started on them!!!

i am so going to hell when i die, just for my procrastination.

spaghetti in paradise

right now i am in a happy mood. i might get to go back, i just got a letter saying i might be on the national honor roll, and i am talking to simone for the first time ever. it is a good time right now. im trying to appreciate this. its good to appreciat every breath i have, everything i see. there's a good chance i won't have sight or breath when im older. never know what you have till it's gone.

i am getting behind in all of my classes. but that's fine. who needs class when you have air?

NEVER WEAR HIGH HEELS WHEN EXPECTING TO WALK ALL DAY!

and we had spaghetti!

family history

its hard for me to breather right now. that's because chris has been trying out his new wrestling moves on me. that was awesome. i think he's surprised at my strength. but in a good way. not in a you're-abnormally-strong-so-now-i-will-report-you-to-the-proper-authorities way.

chris is possible my favorite brother. yeah, joey and chance have their quirks, but chris is funny and smart. and he's nice most of the time. when he's not a dirkowitz, that is. he doesn't understand why i like my parents so much, but he's still cool.

he doesn't like our dsd because my dad used to fly off his rocker sometimes. you can assume what happened back then. my dad still gets mad like that, but he doesn't dare touch anyone of us. chris will take him down. and he doesn't like my mom because she's a hypocritical liar. but he only sees their bad sides. my mom's fun to cheer up, and my dad is kinda interesting when he's not throwing a hissy fit. you'd have to get to know my family to understand this.

but even though i love them to death, i see their bad sides, too. all of them. and i dislike them as much as i love them. maybe even more. because when mom acts like she's not drunk and dad gets upset because chance isn't disciplined (result of his not being around), i sort of hate them. not many people can relate to this, so if you do, i'm sorry for you.

that's just how im feeling now.

woah

okay then. i tried out for the academic team today. v. easy, seeing how only 9 people tried out when 12 people need to be on it. but he gave us a quiz. 110 questions. it was insane. i got 680 on it (10 pts per question). and they were really difficult questions too, like name 4 words that end in dous. (not so easy, is it?) but anyway, i am in like sin. and some of them were really easy, like name the preposition, or a triangle has a base of 2 and a height of 4, what's its area. things like that. and i have to memorize the capitals of countries and states, which sucks. and i have to know the presidents backwards and forwards. and he gave us these retarded index cards to memorize. yeah, all on the first day. fantasmic, let me tell you about it. . .

i also got a form for student government. and beta club. i tell you, i am going full tilt on the non athletic extra curriculars this year. maybe it'll make school more bearable, i don't know... it just sucks when you have no one to talk to, you know? i mean, i talk to one girl in language arts. just one. and she's just in the one class. i hate all of this junk. i don't want to be on academic team without gracie and kelsie and sammy and everybody. arghness.

but hey, if the psychiatrist thinks im crazy enough, i can go back. let's just hope now, kiddies, and it'll all be over...

my apologies to simone

simone, if you read this, i am apologizing. i know that this was a stupid thing to lie about, but i lied about something. my age. i just turned 14 yesterday. i didn't want you to think that i was unworthy of your time because i was too young. i am sorry for lying. and uh, i am not getting my liscnese in a few years, which i guess you guessed by now. again, i'm sorry. it was really stupid, and i feel really guilty, so here i am.

anyway, now that i got that off of my chest....

i went to the psychiatrist about dutchtown. i have good news and bad news. the good news is that they are working on a letter to get me back. the bad news is that i just switched to geico and i lost 10 grand in the process...

oh, sorry again simone. please don't hate me for lying about being 2 years older. i do feel really really bad about it.

sorry.

day of birth

the nurse in charge of me at the hospital the day of my birth was incompetent. my dad being the in your face type that he is, followed her everywhere, especially after he heard the doctor say,"what was her name again?" i learned this this morning over delicious cinnamon raison muffins and strawberry muffins. muffins are a gift from the heavens, i believe.

my friends spent the night last night. we all played massive games of things like hide and go seek or freeze tag. yes, a bit young for us, but still fun. especially when joey and all of his friends kept putting on special "displays" of affection. ahh, much fun.

this morning we woke up, ate delectable muffins (compliments to daddio), and played a less intense version of hide and go seek, where we all just stood around and pretended to hide behind the thinnest tree EVER. then we went to see Napolean Dynamite. not as wonderful as i thought it would be, i must admit, but it was still really good. olive garden was our next destination, where they sang to me (my mom seems to find it hilarious to see how many shades of red i turn, each and every year...). we came home after that and then me grace and kelsie talked about nothing but everything for an hour and a half. i really wish i were back with them at stockbridge. they do too. they hate it as much as i hate dutchtown.

anyway, i got some awesome presents. the first season of gilmore girls, a purple monkey, a boobah (zumba), and much cash (gracie being the amazing benefactor on that with $20). and kelsie's "family" gave me a cool cow calendar from chik fil a. AND THE CHERRY CHEESECAKE WAS AWESOME!!!!!

i hope that the hurricanes wherever they are, hurry up and get here and get on with it. it's really starting to bug me. then again, one tornado was north of stockbridge, where we live. i was terrified. but thankfully, we are all safe. i hope that everyone is safe, especially the people i have met through wonderful blogs in new york who wished me a happy birthday (THANKS SIMONE). i shall go now. not because i need to, but because i think you'll kill me after reading this much.

chance's birthday and mine

hello ladies and gentlemen. it is i, the future birthday girl, coming to you live where we are on a tornado watch. very scary. my friend kirstie's power was out for a while. i like to think she called me and told me about it because she was scared, but she denies this. but i know it's true... by the way, kirstie has just been introduced to the kingdom that is bloggers. her blog, if you wish to see it, is www.candysocks.blogspot.com. i forgot how to add links, sorry...

chance got four movies and 12 books for his birthday yesterday. it was a nice birthday, i must say. but i can't wait until mine. cherry cheesecake, foil, oh goodness goodness, it is so awesome.

AND BEST OF ALL, NAPOLEAN DYNAMITE!!!!!!!

and I personally get to eat a Sonic's breakfast burrito with picante sauce. yes yes, so awesome.

haircuts and chihuahas

i am sleepy. it is only 10:36 pm, and i am sleepy. it is a mystery to me as to why i am sleepy, but it is so. it could be because i had such an emotional day...

my hair, which was nearly 2 feet (2 inches away, buddy!), has been cut and layered. i have succumbed to the "in" thing, i admit. but it looks good. it's easier to style. i can make it uber curly or straight with the coolness flippies at the end. it's awesome. but my hair barely goes into a ponytail now, which sucks. but hey, less shampoo...

im at my grandmother's house. but im supposedly going back tomorry for chance's birthday. shhh, but i got him the first 8 books in the junie b. jones series. i love those books. that little girl is just so funny. in other news, my birthday is sunday. that's right. chance was born 4 days before my birthday. which means that that year, i had a horrible party because my mom was still in the hospital, and that my parents enjoyed january a lot, the latter of which i do not like to think about...

grambee let me drive the golf cart earlier. almost killed us only twice, so it was fine. one time, i was going like, 35 miles an hour (not fast for a car, but monstrous for a golf cart) and i was going to try to calm her down, and what ended up coming out was "shhh, im going too slow, you're making me wanna go faster." she nearly killed us, because she started laughing and then made me start laughing, not so good going so fast...

don't get me wrong, i love my grandmother, but she is insane. right now, her two chihuahas are listening to tchaicovsky (i don't think that's how it's spelled, but that's okay). the girl, tj (named after my aunt tammy jane) thinks she can just come up to anyone and bite them. that rat bites me, i'll bite her back.

i dislike chihuahas. not only because their name is a pain in the neck to spell, but because they are so tiny but can jump so high. and if they're overweight, it's scary, because tj is overweight, and she wheezes all of the time. extremely frightening. and you can't cuddle the little buggers. if i weren't allergic to dogs, i would have big labradors and such, not teeny chihuahas.

i know why i haven't been sleeping right. it's those dang chihuahas, that's it. argh!!!

urine

my house has taken on the unpleasant smell of urine. my brother's friend has a bladder control problem, so here we go...

the amazing thing is, i didn't know it until midafternoon, when i went to wash some sheets. i actually picked up the sheets to put in the washer and got the junk all over me. and i still smell like urine. again, i say how unpleasant it is.

a person, who shall remain nameless, has commited late night vandalism. this is very important news, althought i can't say what it is for i am sworn to secrecy.

kirstie spent the night last night. it was pretty cool, i guess. we sang moulin rouge really loud and got high off of candy ciggarettes, but it was fun...

gracie and kelsie are on vacation. argh. i am going insane. thank goodness i got jw to talk to...

frankie, ella, and satchmo

you can not live without having not heard frank sinatra, ella fitzgerald, or louis armstrong. it's impossible. or having heard at least one song by lena hourne, or even billie holiday (i'm not sure if i spelled the names right) and to not even know who they are is a complete travesty, meaning i shall never speak to you again, you monstrous britney-worshipping psychos.

i had to go to school today. yesterday and tuesday we got off due to frances (another great fankie, although in a bad way) i hate school. my g.s teacher is a booty head who is in love with his own voice and think the world will crumble if he's not there for the day. which is horrible, because NOBODY likes him. i miss not having big booty heads for my teachers. or for my classmates. the kids in my class barely even know that when multiplying intergers, a positive and a negative equal a negative and a negative and a negative equal a positive. these peoples are morons. AND WE ARE STILL REVIEWING VERBS!!! we learned all of this stuff in the 5th grade. why must we be forced to go over it.? AND WHAT IS THE USE OF ENGLISH ANYWAY?!? you will never need to know the difference betweed a direct object and a predicate nominative. unless you decide to be an english teacher, which there is absolutely no use of.

my school is $100,000 in debt (probly because they put frikkin flat screen tv's in every frikkin room). though i am giddy at the pansy school's dilemna, i am also sad because they are jacking up the prices of everything else. such as chik fil a chicken biscuits, which are now $2.75. nobody has that kind of money. so we are diving further into the cess pool.

the only classes i like are art and pe (go figure...me liking art or pe last year would have been insane). im actually doing stuff this year (in both classes). the extra classes are the only things dutchtown has that's better than stockbridge.

anyway, the names mentioned in the title are my singing/soothing music. you should really listen to them if you don't. nothing like it. except, maybe laughter...

okay. so i am sitting at home again on a school day. but this time, it is county wide. that's right, friends, the hurrican has caused six inches of rain and horrible winds, causing school to be CLOSED! i feel sorry for my dad though. he's a mailman. he has to deliver mail in this rain. and i also feel sorry for the pizza delivery guys. my dad is also a pizza delivery guy. my dad is multitalented and enjoys driving, as you can see...

im glad its a no school day. the rain was beating on my windows last night and i couldn't get to sleep. i stayed awake until 4:00 something in the morning, then had to wake up at 6:40 to wake up my brother, which doesn't matter, because none of us have to go to school. im waiting until the rain stops beating on my window to go to sleep. if it doesn't i will have to pass out in the bathroom or something where there are no windows.

yesterday was labor day, which was cool. we went to blockbuster (i do not recommend the movie Alex and Emma, by the way) and played Simpsons Monopoly. I kept holding on with my railroads and such, when dad owned the rest of the board, but i kept skirting by him and he kept landing on my 4 railroads, so i stayed in an hour longer than he wanted me to. he won, of course. but it was so funny. you should have seen his face when he kept landing on my stuff. priceless, just priceless.

my mom seems to think i take my dad's side more than hers. the funny thing is, my dad seems to think i take my mom's side. they don't know that i stand up for both of them when they're badmouthing eachother. it's freaking priceless when i get yelled at because of it, let me tell you. and then they say things that make me want to go the hell away, run for the hills, do anything to get my booty away from them. i hate that, i really do.

morons

agh. i was flipping through channels last night, waiting to fall asleep after drinking a double shot thing from starbucks, and i saw that one three major news stations, there was a reporter down in florida reporting on hurricane frances. MORONS!!! okay, if, and only if you decide to report on a freaking HURRICANE, collaborate with other new stations and get one guy down there, not three. that's ridiculous. all three of these guys were fighting to stand up straight and just talking to the camera about how horrible it is while standing ankle deep in water. again, i say MORONS!

but i will give props to the one guy on cnn. he was standing there and saying things like, "oh well, i sure wish i wasn't out in this storm, but since someone's gotta tell the world about the hurricane where nobody is right now because everyone evacuated. oh, and these telephone poles look like their about to fall over, like many have, but it's so dark here i can't really see..."

i'm sorry but that was funny. if that had been in a moive, everyone in the theater would have busted out laughing, that's how funny it was. props to you, cnn weatherman. you the man.

oh, my birthday's in two weeks. oh yeah. oh yeah...

hee ha heh

i skipped school yesterday. but this time it was because i had to look after chance because my parents couldn't miss work, yet i could miss school. its amazing how they tell you that school's important and that you need to do homework/take ap classes/ be valedictorian, then they tell you to skip. but i understand. not that im complaining or anything, because now i have a 4 day weekend.

unfortunately, it is not as fun as it could be. due to the pansy freakin hurricane, all of florida is in georgia right now, on labor day weekend, so we can not do anything. not that i dont feel bad for them, it's just, argh.

joey keeps throwing his little hissy fits. im going to say one thing, and one thing only. if that sucker hits me one more time, i'm going to beat him down. i dont care what i have to do, he's not touching me again. no siree bob.

my birthday is going to be so freaking awesome. me friends will spend the night saturday (unless princess gracie has other plans, and in that case i will kill her) and we will eat taco bell, then the next day we will see napolean dynamite (that guy is soooo hot, even in his geekdom, and it looks funny too) and then we will eat partner's pizza. ahh, to be a year older. age is wisdom, wisdom is age, and whoever came up with that line must have been young because that is the most repetitive thing i have ever heard....

laugh

you know what's fun? well, not softball games. well, at least not watching them. hanging out with your friends while pretending to watch the softball game is pretty fun. especially since kaby, gracie, and I were doing that 5 minute laugh thing, except we did it throughout the whole 2 hour game. especially when kaby's little sister (kaby's mom took my and kaby to the game with their family, just a shout out for you MAMa D!) quoted from a book in her school's library. this 10 year old little girl kept asking us what "love and other indoor sports," meant. i couldn't breathe, i swear. gracie didn't laugh as much as kaby and me though, because she is smarter and therefore doesn't have the simple sense of humor as we do. but it was great fun, yes it was. oh, and stockbridge won.

iah, i got to see everybody again! well, not everybody, but i saw trevell and mrs oliver and brandon and everybody! just seeing them, even if i didn't like them that much, was great.

and today was icky picky dutchtown pep rally day, meaning the whole end of the day was used to rile us into watching the lesser football teams win tomorrow for the first home game ever. i will laugh when i hear that they were miserably defeated. but i didn't go to the pep rally, because i have the most awesome mom ever. she picked me up from school before the pep rally started because i had a "dentist appointment". being unable to drive myself, i found this pretty awesom of her. but to be honest, if she hadn't picked me up, i was fully planning on hiding out in the bathroom with my book. i hated pep rallies even at stockbridge, why would i like them here?

ahh, a wonderful day it is. unless i don't get to sit down on the bus tomorrow morning. then i will have to kick some a**. and i don't like cussing, so i use *s instead. plus, it makes you seem more cool...

heh heh heh...