had a good week. not extrememly eventful, but good. would wake up every morning, read a little bit of Memoirs of a Geisha, take a shower, eat. then i'd come downstairs and see what everyone else was doing. thursday, i think, me and mom woke up and went to get our hair cut. mine is now shoulder length and layered, and looks very professional. when i stop procrastinating and looking for a job, this hair should help, honestly. then we went to bed, bath, and beyond, where i never usually shop, but i got a $40 gift card there, so what was i supposed to do? i got some cool pillows and some gourmet chocolate covered pretzels. i would have gotten a UGA blanket, but all the had was GT, the hookers.
then we went to italian oven, since i had a coupon for getting a free meal. twas delicious and family-fied. that doesn't happen often. yesterday, i felt like i needed to get out of the house, so i convinced my dad and kelsie and gracie to go to the movies to see harry potter, even though we've all seen it. but that movie really is a good movie. if you don't focus on how untrue it is to the book. lots of sexy men. oh yes.
and today, i woke up, read some more, and decided that balderdash would be a fun game to put a drinking penalty to. it's new year's eve, everybody, and i'm out for the smirnoff. watch out christian slater, here i come.
12.27.2005
numa numa
i love this song. it's like a holiday favorite, i swanny. saturday night, chance slept in my room, only waking me up, oh, every HOUR!. but that was okay, i guess. i finally woke up at 5:30 and just couldn't take getting woken up again, so i stayed up until we opened presents, then watched kill bill vol. 1. i really scored with gifts this year, i swanny, but i won't bore you by going into everything. hours of entertainment, surely. anyway, after we opened presents, we went to my grandma's, where aunt kit, uncle gibbs, and lucy were having their christmas. it's weird, with everything going on with them. i haven't seen aunt kit in over a year. i missed her, but i had nothing to say to her.
i kept feeling like something was missing, and it made me sad. i'm still sad thinking about it. i dunno. i'll think about that some more.
so today, i was supposed to be spending the night with kelsie at gracie's house, but since kelsie's sick, we scratched that idea. so i'm here. tomorrow, i'm sposed to go to the movies with kirstie (at least, since we're leaving the house at 9 am, i'm pretty sure that's what we're doing.) i, being the kind of person who can't wait to give presents (i don't mind receiving), have already given her her present, so she's supposed to give me mine when i see her. i can't wait *smiley face*
i'm actually pretty happy. i made cupcakes last night for gracie's house (which i hope she's enjoying as i write). i also listened to my brand new walk the line soundtrack. i swanny (and this may sound blasphemous), sometimes i like joaquin phoenix and reese witherspoon more than i like johnny cash and june carter cash. only sometimes. mostly, i love them.
but that's neither here nor there when you've got the weezer cd, and you annoy your mom by listening to "buddy holly" nine times in a row...
mmmmm....pizza awaits.
i kept feeling like something was missing, and it made me sad. i'm still sad thinking about it. i dunno. i'll think about that some more.
so today, i was supposed to be spending the night with kelsie at gracie's house, but since kelsie's sick, we scratched that idea. so i'm here. tomorrow, i'm sposed to go to the movies with kirstie (at least, since we're leaving the house at 9 am, i'm pretty sure that's what we're doing.) i, being the kind of person who can't wait to give presents (i don't mind receiving), have already given her her present, so she's supposed to give me mine when i see her. i can't wait *smiley face*
i'm actually pretty happy. i made cupcakes last night for gracie's house (which i hope she's enjoying as i write). i also listened to my brand new walk the line soundtrack. i swanny (and this may sound blasphemous), sometimes i like joaquin phoenix and reese witherspoon more than i like johnny cash and june carter cash. only sometimes. mostly, i love them.
but that's neither here nor there when you've got the weezer cd, and you annoy your mom by listening to "buddy holly" nine times in a row...
mmmmm....pizza awaits.
12.21.2005
a priest, a rabbi, and a duck. walk into a bar....
this is where i feel like telling bad jokes. i'm bored and my eye is twitching for some reason, so leave me alone and let me tell my jokes, however plagearized they are.
A man comes running into a bar with a teeny tiny piano player with a teeny tiny piano. A guy (Steve) asks the man, "What's with the piano player and the piano.?" The man replies, "There's a Genie outside who will give you anything you ask for!" So Steve runs outside and sees the Genie. He says, "I wish for a million bucks!" BAM! He's surrounded by a million ducks. Steve walks back in the bar, very angry, and says, "That Genie's a crock. I asked for a million Bucks and got a million Ducks!" The man replies, "You think I asked for a twelve-inch pianist?"
*buh duh dun.*
Two men are sitting at a bar. One of the men gulps his drink, rips off his shirt, and jumps out the window. The other man is dumbfounded. Then, the jumping man floats right back through the window. A half hour later, the same man gulps his drink, rips off his undershirt, and jumps out the window. The man sitting at the bar is amazed when the man floats back through the window again. He asks the man, "How do you do that?" The man says, "The amount of alcohol in my blood system allows me to float with the wind currents. Anyone can do it." So the other man, emboldened by this, gulps his drink, rips off his shirt, and jumps out the window, where he falls to his death. The bartender says to the jumping man, "Man Superman, you sure are a mean drunk."
Little Mary tells the Mother Superior, "I want to be a prostitute!" The Mother Superior, shocked, shouts, "What did you say?!?!" Little Mary repeats, "I want to be a prostitute!" The Mother Superios looks relieved and says, "Oh, I thought you said you wanted to become a Protestant."
Richard Nixon, Jimmy Carter, and Bill Clinton are on the titanic. When it starts to sink Carter yells, "Quick, save the women and children!" Nixon: "Screw the women and children" Clinton: "Do we have time?
Here lies Richard M Nixon. (So what else is new?)
Yo momma's so fat even if she was the last person alive, the world would still be over populated! Yo mama's so fat, her picture fell of the wall.
I always like to end the day with some yo mama jokes, so there ya go.
A man comes running into a bar with a teeny tiny piano player with a teeny tiny piano. A guy (Steve) asks the man, "What's with the piano player and the piano.?" The man replies, "There's a Genie outside who will give you anything you ask for!" So Steve runs outside and sees the Genie. He says, "I wish for a million bucks!" BAM! He's surrounded by a million ducks. Steve walks back in the bar, very angry, and says, "That Genie's a crock. I asked for a million Bucks and got a million Ducks!" The man replies, "You think I asked for a twelve-inch pianist?"
*buh duh dun.*
Two men are sitting at a bar. One of the men gulps his drink, rips off his shirt, and jumps out the window. The other man is dumbfounded. Then, the jumping man floats right back through the window. A half hour later, the same man gulps his drink, rips off his undershirt, and jumps out the window. The man sitting at the bar is amazed when the man floats back through the window again. He asks the man, "How do you do that?" The man says, "The amount of alcohol in my blood system allows me to float with the wind currents. Anyone can do it." So the other man, emboldened by this, gulps his drink, rips off his shirt, and jumps out the window, where he falls to his death. The bartender says to the jumping man, "Man Superman, you sure are a mean drunk."
Little Mary tells the Mother Superior, "I want to be a prostitute!" The Mother Superior, shocked, shouts, "What did you say?!?!" Little Mary repeats, "I want to be a prostitute!" The Mother Superios looks relieved and says, "Oh, I thought you said you wanted to become a Protestant."
Richard Nixon, Jimmy Carter, and Bill Clinton are on the titanic. When it starts to sink Carter yells, "Quick, save the women and children!" Nixon: "Screw the women and children" Clinton: "Do we have time?
Here lies Richard M Nixon. (So what else is new?)
Yo momma's so fat even if she was the last person alive, the world would still be over populated! Yo mama's so fat, her picture fell of the wall.
I always like to end the day with some yo mama jokes, so there ya go.
12.19.2005
get your freak on
yeah, today was pretty good. so was yesterday. and the day before that. pretty good break, so far. let's see, saturday, kirstie came over and we had a fantasmic time together, even if my mom did break the only necklace i like (while sober, no less). yesterday, i got to go to media play (my favorite store which is, unfortunately, closing.) and a got to go to a bunch of other places. today chris woke me up and we went to best buy, circuit city, the mall, and macy's. i helped in pick out a bunch of gifts, and got a gift for myself. i've been looking EVERYWHERE for the bride of chucky, and never found it, and today i found it and chris got it. i watched it a little while ago, and it was as hilarious as i remember it being....ahh, the memories.
then we went to on the border.ommfgs. that was the best food i've ever eaten. i can't even describe it, it was so good.
and me, being the drama queen that i am, couldn't go one day without swearing someone out, a little kid, no less. but the little f***er deserved it. he kept revving up his stupid mini bike and doing donuts in our lot. and he's been throwing glass in the street. little whore, i swanny to gah.
oh, and exams went wonderfully. all of them were easy. if i failed any, i'll be truly shocked.
oh, the title of this post comes from on the border. a song came on, in spanish, obviously. it was spanish techno. strangely, i've heard spanish techno before, so i wasn't entirely shocked, but chris was dumbfounded. it was really catchy, too, so we started dancing. then, suddenly, a big group of people came into the room to eat. we didn't even notice until the song was over. it was the funniest thing ever.
if it weren't for my horse, i wouldn't have spent that year in college. you just remember that....
then we went to on the border.ommfgs. that was the best food i've ever eaten. i can't even describe it, it was so good.
and me, being the drama queen that i am, couldn't go one day without swearing someone out, a little kid, no less. but the little f***er deserved it. he kept revving up his stupid mini bike and doing donuts in our lot. and he's been throwing glass in the street. little whore, i swanny to gah.
oh, and exams went wonderfully. all of them were easy. if i failed any, i'll be truly shocked.
oh, the title of this post comes from on the border. a song came on, in spanish, obviously. it was spanish techno. strangely, i've heard spanish techno before, so i wasn't entirely shocked, but chris was dumbfounded. it was really catchy, too, so we started dancing. then, suddenly, a big group of people came into the room to eat. we didn't even notice until the song was over. it was the funniest thing ever.
if it weren't for my horse, i wouldn't have spent that year in college. you just remember that....
12.15.2005
exams
are not nearly as difficult as teachers make them out to be. i know i've aced all of them so far. at least, i believe so. unless i did something wrong on pe final, but i don't think i did. but that doesn't count, anyway. what counts is that i know i've aced english, geography, and geometry. those were so easy. and from what i hear, bio is really easy. the only one i'm actually concerned about is spanish....
so we'll wait and see tomorrow.
on another (and much more petty) front...our "neighbors" have bought themselves a brand new, 2006, gas guzzling SUV. and yet, they can't move out until august of next year. wtf?
so we'll wait and see tomorrow.
on another (and much more petty) front...our "neighbors" have bought themselves a brand new, 2006, gas guzzling SUV. and yet, they can't move out until august of next year. wtf?
12.12.2005
attention k-mart shoppers.
ok. not a good day. not bad, but not good to say the least. waiting on a fairly important response that i'm 95% sure i'm not going to get (at least, in a positive manner.) made cookies, fudge, and choc covered pretzels yesterday. decided i wanted to be a cake designer/chef. went to school. did some silly things. saw a girl stick her hand down her pants, and, when describing it, might have mentioned the word "masturbation" really loud, allowing the whole class to turn and look at me. it wasn't particularly embarrassing, it was just so funny, i wanted to keep telling the story.
what's wrong with me? why can't someone want to go see a stupid movie with me? i don't know. i'm weird. i thought it was gonna happen, but it didn't. i'm just...stupid, i guess.
but whatever. i guess i can always pull a sylvia plath and stick my head in the oven. except, our oven's electric, so i think the worst thing i could do is bake myself. by the way, just kidding.
to prove i'm just kidding, let me tell you about the fudge.
"it looks like crap, but it tastes like paradise."
allright.
what's wrong with me? why can't someone want to go see a stupid movie with me? i don't know. i'm weird. i thought it was gonna happen, but it didn't. i'm just...stupid, i guess.
but whatever. i guess i can always pull a sylvia plath and stick my head in the oven. except, our oven's electric, so i think the worst thing i could do is bake myself. by the way, just kidding.
to prove i'm just kidding, let me tell you about the fudge.
"it looks like crap, but it tastes like paradise."
allright.
12.09.2005
isn't he just the cutest thing?
joey is so adorable when he's asleep. i swanny, it's just so dern cute! even if he does have tissues taped to his nose, tissues stained with blood and mucus. i wish i could take a picture and share it with you all, but since i have no digital camera, that cannot be. that would be a good birthday present, come to mention it. even though my birthday's not for another year...but still.
joey's nose is bloody because today was the surgery. he's been having these wicked bad headaches for about a year now, and every time he's gone to the doctor, they've said his head was just super mucusy. so they gave him anitibiotics and sent him on his way. well, the problem never went away, so they did a head CT and found a huge mass of this stuff just sitting in his head (the precise location has eluded me). so today he had surgery to clear it all out.
i feel so bad for him, though. he's going to have to make up finals during winter break monday. that's horrible. and, you know, they whole coughing up blood and nosebleed thing isn't fun, either....
joey's nose is bloody because today was the surgery. he's been having these wicked bad headaches for about a year now, and every time he's gone to the doctor, they've said his head was just super mucusy. so they gave him anitibiotics and sent him on his way. well, the problem never went away, so they did a head CT and found a huge mass of this stuff just sitting in his head (the precise location has eluded me). so today he had surgery to clear it all out.
i feel so bad for him, though. he's going to have to make up finals during winter break monday. that's horrible. and, you know, they whole coughing up blood and nosebleed thing isn't fun, either....
12.06.2005
a true story from a true friend's trials and tribulations
Anyway, so, I come out here, and get on the computer. I check all the stuff, email, myspace, etc., and then I see this freakin' centipede lookin' bug thing on the curtains. So, I freak out, and let a couple of obscenities loose. So, I run to the kitchen, and by the time I come back, he crawled down the curtain, and I can't see him anymore. So.. I go to my room and watch some more ROH.
So, I come back, eat some Peanut Butter Crunch, and sit down at the computer. Then, I go to plug my iPod up. After like, 10 minutes of trying, I finally get it, and then I see that freakin' bug on the curtains again. So, I'm ready this time. I'm all like, "Ima' kill you..." You can fill in the rest. So, I run and get some paper towels, and he starts climbing up the cords! So, I'm all freakin' out, because his legs are really freakin' gross. So, he climbs up to the keyboard, and I get a tissue. So, now I got a tissue, and some paper towel. So, he goes under the keyboard, and I move it. And there he is. And I'm like.. blam! So, I hit him wik the paper towel, and he keeps goin', so I do it a few more times. And once, I like, accidentally knock him off the table, so I'm all freakin' out. Then I see him. And the whole time I'm all yellin' at him. I'm sorry if this is a bit jumbled, but it just happened a few minutes ago. Then a get a coaster, and hit him a few times. He's really injured at this point, but still alive. So, I go to the cabinet, and get some Glade, and spray the crap outta' him. It doesn't really do anything, so I get some Windex and do the same. That didn't help much, either. Then, I get some insect repelent, and spray him. By this time, he looks dead, but just to make sure, I rolled over him wik the chair, like, 8 times. So, then I pick him up wik paper towel and throw him in the toilet. Because I'm stupid, I threw the paper towel in, as well, and the toilet is all stopped up now. But, I don't care, because I killed him. Man, I wish someone could have been here to see that; it was the most epic battle I've ever been in. Words cannot decribe his will to live, and mine to kill. Wow.
12.04.2005
ray bradbury is on fire! oh the irony!
i liked that book. a little strange, but it piqued my interests. murder. mechanical dogs with venom. "seashells" way before their time. big screen TV with 2 minute programs. fire. fire. and, oh yeah, fire. and don't forget burned out hippies. oh yes, plenty of those. except they were fighting for the "greater good" that is education.
the only thing i hate about this book is that there will be a test over it. why does school have to ruin good books like this? let me give you some examples of perfectly good books that the school system ran over with an 18-wheeler:
the only thing i hate about this book is that there will be a test over it. why does school have to ruin good books like this? let me give you some examples of perfectly good books that the school system ran over with an 18-wheeler:
- Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring--J.R.R. Tolkien
- Call of the Wild--Jack London
- Cold Sassy Tree--Olive Ann Burns
- Roll of Thunder, Hear my Cry--Mildred D. Taylor
12.03.2005
sing it with me now...
Wish You Were Here--Pink Floyd
so, so you think you can tell heaven from hell, blue skies from pain. can you tell a green field, from a cold steel rail, a smile from a veil? do you think you can tell? did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts, hot ashes for trees, hot air for the cool breeze, cold comfort for change? did you exchange a walk on part in the war for the lead role in a cage?
how i wish, how i wish you were here. we're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl year after year. running over the same old ground. and have we found the same old fears? wish you were here.
so, so you think you can tell heaven from hell, blue skies from pain. can you tell a green field, from a cold steel rail, a smile from a veil? do you think you can tell? did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts, hot ashes for trees, hot air for the cool breeze, cold comfort for change? did you exchange a walk on part in the war for the lead role in a cage?
how i wish, how i wish you were here. we're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl year after year. running over the same old ground. and have we found the same old fears? wish you were here.
11.30.2005
snapshot
strange day, really. began with me wearing a skirt and pretty shirt, being called *shudder* a goth (even though i was wearing COWGIRL boots!) and ended with a meeting with the A*team. there's a meet next saturday. and then, january 7, there's a meet in SC that we were (get this) invited to go to. yeah, we're that good. we keep getting invites left and right. there was the brookwood invitational, WSBTV HighQ thing (which we won)...we're the shit, really. there's no other word to describe it.
let me give you my day in a list (because those are oh so fun)
let me give you my day in a list (because those are oh so fun)
- spanish--took a strange test (probably aced it)
- world geography--took another test, which i know i aced, because she let us use the review sheet on the test
- pe--now here's the most interesting. we walked into the gym, were told to sit down in the bleachers instead of dressing out. health class comes in. guy stands up, and to my surprise, begins speaking of sex. i mean, it's not like i've never heard about sex before (OBVIOUSLY), but the details this guy was giving were a little...graphic. kind of weird to hear in front of friends and teachers. but anyway
- biology--did a strange lab which i didn't understand
- english--ach. don't even get me started on that. an hour of reviewing symbolism in fahrenheit 451. grr...
- geometry-- my tree lost, and i was mad. christmas will not be coming to those who left the tree.
so, yeah, that's it. strange for me, i guess.
ah, eh, ee, oh, oo, el burro sabe mas que tu. yeah. go spanish.
11.29.2005
you know what really grinds my gears?
exam time. wordsplash quizes. biology. geometry teachers. social studies tests. antigone. make-up english quizes. bio labs. homework. science fair. social studies fair. and worst of all....physical education.
i do, however, like Fahrenheit 451. pretty good so far.
i do, however, like Fahrenheit 451. pretty good so far.
11.24.2005
cowboy boots and other loot
sorry, i really needed to rhyme for some reason. i'm sure it'll pass along with the season.
anyway. monday, grandma got me from stockbridge, and to my surprise, she took me shopping. first i got some wicked awesome leather cowboy(girl?) boots for $25, which i thought was an amazing deal. then i got some gloves, fuzzy socks, sunglasses, and a nice shirt to go with this black skirt i have. i know, i've devoted a paragraph to fashion. forgive me when you see that the next is about cooking.
the reason i have been at Bee's since monday is for the sole reason to cook. and clean, i guess, since i did a lot of that. but mainly i cooked. i tried (and subsequently failed) to make cranberry jelly from scratch. it's all watery. i wouldn't blame anyone if they didn't want to eat it... i also made peach cobble, choco popcorn balls, stuffing, bbq chicken, and i helped with other things, like peeling potatoes.
i've done a little research on my social studies project, and none at all on my science fair. even though i have 7 things due monday. one thing for each day. yeah, i'm kinda screwed on that. but that's why someone invented lying, i suppose.
anyway, HAPPY THANKSGIVING to everyone!! i hope you get as stuffed as i will.
anyway. monday, grandma got me from stockbridge, and to my surprise, she took me shopping. first i got some wicked awesome leather cowboy(girl?) boots for $25, which i thought was an amazing deal. then i got some gloves, fuzzy socks, sunglasses, and a nice shirt to go with this black skirt i have. i know, i've devoted a paragraph to fashion. forgive me when you see that the next is about cooking.
the reason i have been at Bee's since monday is for the sole reason to cook. and clean, i guess, since i did a lot of that. but mainly i cooked. i tried (and subsequently failed) to make cranberry jelly from scratch. it's all watery. i wouldn't blame anyone if they didn't want to eat it... i also made peach cobble, choco popcorn balls, stuffing, bbq chicken, and i helped with other things, like peeling potatoes.
i've done a little research on my social studies project, and none at all on my science fair. even though i have 7 things due monday. one thing for each day. yeah, i'm kinda screwed on that. but that's why someone invented lying, i suppose.
anyway, HAPPY THANKSGIVING to everyone!! i hope you get as stuffed as i will.
11.20.2005
dan dan the sexy man
saw harry potter today. let me just say....WOW. that is some sexy man chest danny boy is sprouting. and...yes.
it wasn't as good as i've heard it to be. they cut out almost all of the subplots. i don't know, i expected them to cut it, it's just...with everyone saying, "oh, it was so great and true to the book," i guess i got disarmed. but whatever. i'm sure i'll get over it.
but i don't think i'll be getting over that nice chest, glistening in the water of the bathtub....oh yes. oh yesh.
it wasn't as good as i've heard it to be. they cut out almost all of the subplots. i don't know, i expected them to cut it, it's just...with everyone saying, "oh, it was so great and true to the book," i guess i got disarmed. but whatever. i'm sure i'll get over it.
but i don't think i'll be getting over that nice chest, glistening in the water of the bathtub....oh yes. oh yesh.
11.19.2005
we got married in a fever
i love that song. in walk the line, they sing it 8 times, i swanny. that was a good movie. i don't care what anybody else says, reese witherspoon was dead on. and tomorrow we're supposed to see harry potter, so that should be awesome. that lucky duck gracie got to see it on monday though at a sneak preview because her mom won tickets. lucky...
i made a christmas tree complete with ornaments without using curved lines. perhaps i should clarify that this was for math. it looks alright. i'm pretty sure i'll get at least a B on it. i got this week off, but it doesn't really feel like it. i have social studies fair AND science fair to do before i get back, and on monday i'm going to grambee's to cook...i don't know what kind of time i'm getting. i mean, i can't wait to go to carol's, but i've just got so much going on, i can't even come up with a coherent sentence, apparently. and kirstie's coming over monday, of course, so i missed her again.
i feel like making a list.
people i've found and/or know through blogs and what they're up to (as far as i know):
oh, and me? i keep going around the house singing songs from reefer madness, so i'm sure that i'm fine.
i made a christmas tree complete with ornaments without using curved lines. perhaps i should clarify that this was for math. it looks alright. i'm pretty sure i'll get at least a B on it. i got this week off, but it doesn't really feel like it. i have social studies fair AND science fair to do before i get back, and on monday i'm going to grambee's to cook...i don't know what kind of time i'm getting. i mean, i can't wait to go to carol's, but i've just got so much going on, i can't even come up with a coherent sentence, apparently. and kirstie's coming over monday, of course, so i missed her again.
i feel like making a list.
people i've found and/or know through blogs and what they're up to (as far as i know):
- kelsie--diabetic and proud. also enjoying pre-thanksgiving christmas.
- gracie-- aweshommey.
- simone--at her new job, where i see her walking in to her office's furnished kitchen and going into a fit because her favorite tea is not there (j/k...)
- irene--happy with her baby and her husband
- jen--not blogging for a couple of weeks, supposedly content (not that i'm doubting it...it's just the report)
- kris-- eating sara lee and feeding her cats. cats, as we all know, are pure evil, so i believe that an exorcism is in order...
- jeremy--i suppose is love-stricken (or not?) and doing something in california, probably spewing extrememly witty lines to his companions as i write this
- chelsie--canadian and dramatic. not that i really talk to her. but that's how it stands, i suppose.
- numa numa man-- i assume he is happily singing to foreign o-town music
- maddox--an ass
- toby--alive, and probably never going to die
oh, and me? i keep going around the house singing songs from reefer madness, so i'm sure that i'm fine.
11.10.2005
amalgam
so, here's the deal: monday was a bust, because we went all the way up to mcdonough and they had cancelled my appointment and didn't even bother to call and tell us. but i got my doctor's excuse, stayed home, and painted the trim in the gold room (it could be better, but i think i did alright for my first time.)
later on monday, i couldn't even open my eye, it was hurting so bad. i thought it was just a scratch, but my mom thought pinkeye, so she took me to the doctor. conclusion: big, huge scratch all across eye. so i go to school wednesday with my eye all poofed up and filmy, and everyone's like, "woah, why'd you come to school with pinkeye?" and that was just great.
and no i'm sitting here, avoiding one of two mythology projects. ahhhhhhgrand.
later on monday, i couldn't even open my eye, it was hurting so bad. i thought it was just a scratch, but my mom thought pinkeye, so she took me to the doctor. conclusion: big, huge scratch all across eye. so i go to school wednesday with my eye all poofed up and filmy, and everyone's like, "woah, why'd you come to school with pinkeye?" and that was just great.
and no i'm sitting here, avoiding one of two mythology projects. ahhhhhhgrand.
11.07.2005
ahhh...relaxifying.
i'm not even gonna pretend like i'm gonna try to go to school today. i'm not. i've got a psychologist checkup at 9, where they will give me an excuse note, and then i will be eating sonic and painting the house the rest of the day. well, not the house. the trim in the gold room. but there's a lot of trimming in that room, so...there.
i've got like, 8 projects due sometime this week. i shouldn't really complain about them, because i haven't really tried to alleviate that stress. other than trying to get together with my friends to work on our collective projects, that's about it. i guess i'm about to write my science fair research paper, but...i don't know. we'll see. and i have to start my experiment. i was thinking that i could just put some algae in a container, take pictures, and lie about it, but that seems kinda...halfass. so we'll see about that. perhaps after i'm done painting, i can do this...
enough about that. i have to go shower and such before i do anything. don't wanna appear too dirty for my shrink. have a wonderful day, everybody. and god bless us, everyone. or, you know, not.
i've got like, 8 projects due sometime this week. i shouldn't really complain about them, because i haven't really tried to alleviate that stress. other than trying to get together with my friends to work on our collective projects, that's about it. i guess i'm about to write my science fair research paper, but...i don't know. we'll see. and i have to start my experiment. i was thinking that i could just put some algae in a container, take pictures, and lie about it, but that seems kinda...halfass. so we'll see about that. perhaps after i'm done painting, i can do this...
enough about that. i have to go shower and such before i do anything. don't wanna appear too dirty for my shrink. have a wonderful day, everybody. and god bless us, everyone. or, you know, not.
11.02.2005
oreo
a* team was wonderfuss, really. i LOVE people watching. i barely talked at all, but i had the best time i've had all week from 2:30 to 5:30. i was laughing at the stupidest stuff, even if it was only in my head.
much better than yesterday, i swanny. and i'm feeling all music ness, so i'm singing and dancing and i'm happy.
i'm trying to figure out how to connect the camera to the computer. i'm sure you will find out when i figure it out, because i will not be able to resist putting in pictures...
ah, blissfulness.
but i miss gracie. she's been sick all week. and i miss my walks with kelsie. hopefully, these will come back.
much better than yesterday, i swanny. and i'm feeling all music ness, so i'm singing and dancing and i'm happy.
i'm trying to figure out how to connect the camera to the computer. i'm sure you will find out when i figure it out, because i will not be able to resist putting in pictures...
ah, blissfulness.
but i miss gracie. she's been sick all week. and i miss my walks with kelsie. hopefully, these will come back.
11.01.2005
guidance counselors
i hate this man, i really do. our guidance counselor is insulting. oh boy, the ninth graders get a g.c. of their very own! how wonderful for them! or, you know, not.
i had never even met the g.c. until halfway through spanish this morning. suddenly, bernat announces that we freshmen must proceed to the counselor's office for a mandatory meeting. when we get there, g.c. cramps us into a teeny tiny room and tells us to "spread out." then he tells us that we are all failing.
oh, what was that sound? yeah, that's be hell freezing over. out of all of the classes i have, i am certainly not failing in spanish. so of course, i pointed this out to him. eventually, it turned into, "oh, well those of you doing well in the class, give your numbers to the stupid people and let them copy your notes." um, excuse me? "i'm not allowed to give out my number," is the excuse i used to avoid those who do not even pay attention in class. call me a goody goody all you like, i'm not about to let some jackass who only does half of the work copy what i did on my own. kelsie gave them her cell number. crazy.
my second meeting occured during english. by this time, my anger had cooled, and i was no longer entirely balistic about the aforementioned meeting. but no, he had to prove his jackassness. "let's start taking notes about...taking notes." he actually singled me out and said, "i saw you this morning, right?" *affirmative nod from myself.* "aren't you the one getting a 54 in spanish?" *the rest of the class looks in amazement and begins to talk excitedly..hillary is failing!* "uh, no, i'm the one getting a 97." "oh, well, you should give out your number to the rest of the class so you can help them understand what the teacher is saying." * steam pouring out of the morgan-girl's ears*. "no, thanks."
he is a whore, and i hate him, so there.
i had never even met the g.c. until halfway through spanish this morning. suddenly, bernat announces that we freshmen must proceed to the counselor's office for a mandatory meeting. when we get there, g.c. cramps us into a teeny tiny room and tells us to "spread out." then he tells us that we are all failing.
oh, what was that sound? yeah, that's be hell freezing over. out of all of the classes i have, i am certainly not failing in spanish. so of course, i pointed this out to him. eventually, it turned into, "oh, well those of you doing well in the class, give your numbers to the stupid people and let them copy your notes." um, excuse me? "i'm not allowed to give out my number," is the excuse i used to avoid those who do not even pay attention in class. call me a goody goody all you like, i'm not about to let some jackass who only does half of the work copy what i did on my own. kelsie gave them her cell number. crazy.
my second meeting occured during english. by this time, my anger had cooled, and i was no longer entirely balistic about the aforementioned meeting. but no, he had to prove his jackassness. "let's start taking notes about...taking notes." he actually singled me out and said, "i saw you this morning, right?" *affirmative nod from myself.* "aren't you the one getting a 54 in spanish?" *the rest of the class looks in amazement and begins to talk excitedly..hillary is failing!* "uh, no, i'm the one getting a 97." "oh, well, you should give out your number to the rest of the class so you can help them understand what the teacher is saying." * steam pouring out of the morgan-girl's ears*. "no, thanks."
he is a whore, and i hate him, so there.
10.27.2005
oh yes. oh no.
daft punk. techno music. i love it. please, don't run off. let me explain.
i used to hate it. every day, joey would sit in the car and make me listen to it. "that's so gay/retarded/stupid," i'd smartly say. but one day, joey started singing digital love by daft punk, and he sang it like he believed it. it was joey's, "my heart will go on." i swanny. so i listened to the lyrics for once. and i liked them. they were about life.
so now, here i am, listening to "harder, better, faster, stronger." and i am loving it and dancing my little tushka off.
i'm sorry. you can go now if you can't accept this love. but just know that this was not taken lightly. it was a love that was earned, just like yours.
i used to hate it. every day, joey would sit in the car and make me listen to it. "that's so gay/retarded/stupid," i'd smartly say. but one day, joey started singing digital love by daft punk, and he sang it like he believed it. it was joey's, "my heart will go on." i swanny. so i listened to the lyrics for once. and i liked them. they were about life.
so now, here i am, listening to "harder, better, faster, stronger." and i am loving it and dancing my little tushka off.
i'm sorry. you can go now if you can't accept this love. but just know that this was not taken lightly. it was a love that was earned, just like yours.
10.23.2005
anyone else as awkward as i am?
so kirstie broke up with nathan. this is not good, since nathan sorta became my friend too. what to do in this situation, i do not know. i could kidnap them both in matching burlap sacks and then force them to sit in a room together. or i could club nathan on the head so he'll forget he was ever my friend. i don't know. he seems kinda standoffish to me. i guess that's because i love kirstie more than him. big baby.
hmm. yes. i'm sure you're intrigued, sitting on the edge of your seat, thinking, "oh, well how will this turn out? will she stay friends with him? how did they break up in the first place? will she tell us?" because this is just sooo interesting. i would pep it up with sparklers and pom poims, but i gotta go change a tire. yeah, it might be an everyday ordinary thing, but when i'm done with that tire...it'll be the best changed tire ever. so...there.
hmm. yes. i'm sure you're intrigued, sitting on the edge of your seat, thinking, "oh, well how will this turn out? will she stay friends with him? how did they break up in the first place? will she tell us?" because this is just sooo interesting. i would pep it up with sparklers and pom poims, but i gotta go change a tire. yeah, it might be an everyday ordinary thing, but when i'm done with that tire...it'll be the best changed tire ever. so...there.
10.21.2005
i am an antichrist
i am an anarchist.
agh. fun. not fun. kenneth got into a fight at school with new kid. don't really like either. it was funny. it happened in the boys locker room (so obviously i didn't see anything) and the bell had rung to leave for class, and all the sudden the principal and his special friends who couldn't take kenneth (especially if he squashed them) if they tried, came walking briskly into the gym. when the principal (forever known as watson) started running, his special friends started running, too. i guess they realized it was serious.
i don't know what those people are going to do. there was a fight wednesday, too, during the fire drill. a fight monday in the commons area. at least two last week. it's crazy. i mean, i know we are the most ghetto school in the east metropolitan area, but honestly. quit fighting. at first, all of the fights were funny, causing excitement and people to become idiots. but now it's kinda scary, because they seem to be between smartasses (like myself) and black kids (like...not myself.) keiya says its just plain foolish, and i agree with her. it's stupid.
make love, not war. or at least, attempt to make love. when you get rejected...then making war is alright. you just remember that, nerdling.
agh. fun. not fun. kenneth got into a fight at school with new kid. don't really like either. it was funny. it happened in the boys locker room (so obviously i didn't see anything) and the bell had rung to leave for class, and all the sudden the principal and his special friends who couldn't take kenneth (especially if he squashed them) if they tried, came walking briskly into the gym. when the principal (forever known as watson) started running, his special friends started running, too. i guess they realized it was serious.
i don't know what those people are going to do. there was a fight wednesday, too, during the fire drill. a fight monday in the commons area. at least two last week. it's crazy. i mean, i know we are the most ghetto school in the east metropolitan area, but honestly. quit fighting. at first, all of the fights were funny, causing excitement and people to become idiots. but now it's kinda scary, because they seem to be between smartasses (like myself) and black kids (like...not myself.) keiya says its just plain foolish, and i agree with her. it's stupid.
make love, not war. or at least, attempt to make love. when you get rejected...then making war is alright. you just remember that, nerdling.
10.19.2005
vibrating brain
i'm tired, and my brain has been vibrating at random intervals of the day. let's summarize the days events, shall we?
alright, i'm tired. i shall go sleep.
- spanish- sucked, because she yelled at us and gave us a project
- world geography- sucked, because we had a fire drill and had to walk all the way around the school in the heat to go 100 something yards away from the school. If the school had actuallly caught fire, we wouldn't have been effected, because we're IN THE TRAILERS, so I found this to be POINTLESS.
- pe- well, pe always sucks. had to go up and down steps for an hour. whooboy, was that fun with a vibrating headache.
- biology- i could barely concentrate because of head and ppl kept asking me if i was ok and not letting me sleep
- lunch- actually the highlight of my day, because jw almost got in a "fight" with two preps who were totally hot for eachother, but pretending like they weren't (even though i saw one of them stare at the other one's ass)
- english- sucked, because i didn't do anything and couldn't sleep because odysseus was on in the background. let me tell you, that movie has a LOT of sex in it for a movie that they approved for school
- geometry- sucked, because i despise the teacher and don't understand the material because she doesn't TEACH, she just expects us to know everything
- academic meeting- was actually kinda fun, because i just like people watching
alright, i'm tired. i shall go sleep.
10.15.2005
my foot itches
you ever get that itchy foot feeling? it's bothersome, and i don't like it.
just got back from the fair. it was great. went on a ride that threw you upside down. the people across from us were awesome, though. they were just smiling at us the whole time. strange, in hindsight, but it was awesome while riding the...ride. did the bumper cars, won a pity platypus from a sympathetic dart guy, rode other spinny rides. had a good time. i just like to complain, i guess.
now to discuss social studies fair projects with gracie.
just got back from the fair. it was great. went on a ride that threw you upside down. the people across from us were awesome, though. they were just smiling at us the whole time. strange, in hindsight, but it was awesome while riding the...ride. did the bumper cars, won a pity platypus from a sympathetic dart guy, rode other spinny rides. had a good time. i just like to complain, i guess.
now to discuss social studies fair projects with gracie.
10.14.2005
everything's been done.
i'm tired of it. i really am. i say this a lot. i'm tired of the same things, the monotony. i'm tired of feeling like i'm not worth anything to my friends. i'm tired of feeling like i'm not worth anything to my classmates. no movies are new, no new stories to entertain me. thoughts are short lived. all i think about is scholarships. i don't even know what i want to do. everyone's writing about their pregnancies or births or lack thereof, and i love reading it, i do, and i feel for them what i need to feel for them, but it's the same story, every time. i sing the same song every time. my mother is drinking, i'm alone, i'm sleepy, i'm sick, i'm tired, i'm tired, i hate it, i love it, i want it to stop. i want to run away. i really do. but i'm not smart enough to survive without money, and apparently, my friend's families wouldn't take me in. emancipation is not out of the question. it's there, in my mind. but i think of my dependency on my parents. i hate communicating with people, i'm a loner. i wish some popular girl would declare me the makeover girl and i could bam, be social and pretty and thin and know how to do my makeup and get to wear cute clothes and not fantasize about being useful.
my grandmother said i was allowed to invite one friend to go with me saturday. i thought, "that sucks, i'll have to choose between gracie and kelsie." well, i was wrong. i didn't have to choose, because neither one of them can go. and i'm pissed at them, even though it's not their fault, and i'm pissed at myself that i understand that it's not their fault, and i wish that i could just suck it up because there are far worse things in life.
i'm scared that i'm already asking," what's the point?" and i'm only 15. everyone's saying the world's going to end. think about it. people die everyday. you read that sentence and thought, "yeah, heard it before, your point?" *that* is my point. if a stranger can be so nonchalant about death, why aren't you? we were born to die, or so the song goes, so what's the point in doing something? have fun? well, apparantly, life's not all fun. so what's the point, i ask, yet again?
i don't know. it's just...bad.
my grandmother said i was allowed to invite one friend to go with me saturday. i thought, "that sucks, i'll have to choose between gracie and kelsie." well, i was wrong. i didn't have to choose, because neither one of them can go. and i'm pissed at them, even though it's not their fault, and i'm pissed at myself that i understand that it's not their fault, and i wish that i could just suck it up because there are far worse things in life.
i'm scared that i'm already asking," what's the point?" and i'm only 15. everyone's saying the world's going to end. think about it. people die everyday. you read that sentence and thought, "yeah, heard it before, your point?" *that* is my point. if a stranger can be so nonchalant about death, why aren't you? we were born to die, or so the song goes, so what's the point in doing something? have fun? well, apparantly, life's not all fun. so what's the point, i ask, yet again?
i don't know. it's just...bad.
10.11.2005
happy birthday sir dr. funkyfish II
i love my fish, i really do. think of all the wonderful times i've shared with you in the past concerning my wonderful fish. his waking me up at 6 in the morning. his being boughted. and of course, who can forget the time when he killed his two other roomates, Peanut Butter and Jelly. so here's to you, my favorite goldfish in the widest world. i salute you on your 4th birthday.
*you're probably wondering what the birthday fish is doing right now. he's upstairs, in my room, listening to what i believe to be his favorite music, as indicated by him by his elaborate flashing of tail. what is this music, you ask? punk rock. i know, i'm sick of it too, but the fish liked it, and i decided to give him privacy to listen to it, because i love him that much.
i love my fish.
*you're probably wondering what the birthday fish is doing right now. he's upstairs, in my room, listening to what i believe to be his favorite music, as indicated by him by his elaborate flashing of tail. what is this music, you ask? punk rock. i know, i'm sick of it too, but the fish liked it, and i decided to give him privacy to listen to it, because i love him that much.
i love my fish.
10.10.2005
waiting
is the best frikkin movie evar. serrasly. it pwns. dane cook was hilarious, even though he only had a few lines. with the ah and the oo and the ommfgs i wanna see that again. that was so good. i still can't stop laughing, honestly.
this has been an awesome weekend. i got the new franz ferdinand cd (ommfgs again, so good), chance got the family guy movie with stewie (which wasn't that good, btw), and now this.
hope you had fun as well, mrs. robinson, with your seducing ways.
wonderful columbus day, everybody. and a happy amerigo vespucci day as well.
this has been an awesome weekend. i got the new franz ferdinand cd (ommfgs again, so good), chance got the family guy movie with stewie (which wasn't that good, btw), and now this.
hope you had fun as well, mrs. robinson, with your seducing ways.
wonderful columbus day, everybody. and a happy amerigo vespucci day as well.
10.07.2005
neighbors (sorta)
christopher and his family are moving in to our house. anyone else not surprised?
it's a long and complicated story, but they are already moved in and living in the basement. i'll have to write more later. my head is about to frikkin explode, i swanny to gah.
it's a long and complicated story, but they are already moved in and living in the basement. i'll have to write more later. my head is about to frikkin explode, i swanny to gah.
10.03.2005
just thinking
in conversations with people you only know through the internet, there can be definite awkward dry spots. just thinking about that. and simone got me thinking about brandi's wedding.
it was so pretty. even though brandi had already had william and savannah then, she was soo beautiful. and dad, of course, was so proud of her, this little girl he was a stepfather to. i was proud of her. brandi is one of the nicest people you will ever meet. and she's hilarious. she's smart, too. she didn't drop out when she got pregnant with william. last year she graduated from college, and now she's a first grade teacher. and lamarr's a great guy, too. even if he is a little too much into cars. william is a cute little kid and savannah...well, william is great :-). no, savannah's sweet when she sees the advantage to it.
and you know what else i was thinking? cats hate me. they really do. i saw a cat and started sneezing. that's just not even funny....
it was so pretty. even though brandi had already had william and savannah then, she was soo beautiful. and dad, of course, was so proud of her, this little girl he was a stepfather to. i was proud of her. brandi is one of the nicest people you will ever meet. and she's hilarious. she's smart, too. she didn't drop out when she got pregnant with william. last year she graduated from college, and now she's a first grade teacher. and lamarr's a great guy, too. even if he is a little too much into cars. william is a cute little kid and savannah...well, william is great :-). no, savannah's sweet when she sees the advantage to it.
and you know what else i was thinking? cats hate me. they really do. i saw a cat and started sneezing. that's just not even funny....
enough now
see, last year, when they were advising courses, and they said, "you'll have over an hour of homework each night in each class. be careful," i took that to mean, "hey, slackers, back off. don't even try it." since i'm not a slacker (desordenada, i am not), i thought, "hey, it won't really be that much...they're just exaggerating." ha. the days of the young and naive.
mountains, miles, the occasional yard of homework, each night. normally, i can finish this before the class during school, but tonight, no. i've got so much, i can't see tomorrow, except what i have written in my agenda (required, btw) about....i can't even say it again. let's substitute that dirty word for something smoother...like opium. i've got so much opium, i'm going insane. i can't even see straight, that's how much opium i have gone through. and it's horrid. take it away, now. i need help with my problem here.
alright, bad joke. sorry i had to subject you to that. i'll get back to my opium now and leave you be.
mountains, miles, the occasional yard of homework, each night. normally, i can finish this before the class during school, but tonight, no. i've got so much, i can't see tomorrow, except what i have written in my agenda (required, btw) about....i can't even say it again. let's substitute that dirty word for something smoother...like opium. i've got so much opium, i'm going insane. i can't even see straight, that's how much opium i have gone through. and it's horrid. take it away, now. i need help with my problem here.
alright, bad joke. sorry i had to subject you to that. i'll get back to my opium now and leave you be.
10.01.2005
let's recap, shall we?
i wanted to post as early as i could on october 1st, and here i am. i wish i could have done it earlier, but i was paid to clean the bathtub, so clean the bathtub i did. then i wanted something to eat, so i had to wash the dishes, and i felt all sticky, so i took a shower....
i've done a lot this morning. i've done a lot since wednesday. that a*team meeting i missed? well apparently, i shoulda gone, because when i got to school thursday, laura's like, "aren't you going to the MEET today?" i was sitting there thinking, uh yeah, i'm going to one on OCTOBER THE EIGHTEENTH, when it's scheduled to be. but no, she was right, there was a meet that day. so since neither kelsie nor i knew about it, kelsie couldn't go (i pulled strings and scrambled to get to go). so i spent nearly 3 hours on the bus with nothing to read or no cd to listen to. i've had worse though. and the meet was fun. maybe i'm just a geek that way. it never changes, really. you answer questions, and then you talk about the match with your team. all the ridiculous answers and crazy questions are told over and over againg. it just would've been funner if kelsie or gracie were there.
last night was very scary. chris (brother) called home and asked where joey was. obviously, joey was at work. chris said, "mcdonald's is on fire." that freaked my mom out, so she got our neighbor to drive her up there and left me to watch over chance and minichris. i was terrified the whole time. but it was all good, because what happened was a car in the drive thru caught fire and the smoke went through the window and set off the fire alarm. but that didn't mean i had been any less scared.
and then this morning came, and i did all that, and i feel like doing homework, so i'm probably about to do that, and so...that's all.
*sorry that parts of this made no sense. that's just part of my charm, ain't it?*
i've done a lot this morning. i've done a lot since wednesday. that a*team meeting i missed? well apparently, i shoulda gone, because when i got to school thursday, laura's like, "aren't you going to the MEET today?" i was sitting there thinking, uh yeah, i'm going to one on OCTOBER THE EIGHTEENTH, when it's scheduled to be. but no, she was right, there was a meet that day. so since neither kelsie nor i knew about it, kelsie couldn't go (i pulled strings and scrambled to get to go). so i spent nearly 3 hours on the bus with nothing to read or no cd to listen to. i've had worse though. and the meet was fun. maybe i'm just a geek that way. it never changes, really. you answer questions, and then you talk about the match with your team. all the ridiculous answers and crazy questions are told over and over againg. it just would've been funner if kelsie or gracie were there.
last night was very scary. chris (brother) called home and asked where joey was. obviously, joey was at work. chris said, "mcdonald's is on fire." that freaked my mom out, so she got our neighbor to drive her up there and left me to watch over chance and minichris. i was terrified the whole time. but it was all good, because what happened was a car in the drive thru caught fire and the smoke went through the window and set off the fire alarm. but that didn't mean i had been any less scared.
and then this morning came, and i did all that, and i feel like doing homework, so i'm probably about to do that, and so...that's all.
*sorry that parts of this made no sense. that's just part of my charm, ain't it?*
9.28.2005
kiss my class
ha. i love it. i am easily amused. honestly, i laughed at that for at least 10 minutes. and then the rest of the day, it'd just pop up in my head, and i'd do an inner chuckle.
why have i been thinking of that particular phrase? well, interesting story really. when we arrived at school from our impromptu 4-day break, we found that vandals had decorated the halls with comic book characters according to grades! horrible! the freshmen's of course, was the best, obviously. we got the hulk. there was a memorial wall to tory, which i thought was incredible. of course, i never go down the hallway that they decorated, so i forced kelsie to make the trip all the way around the school with me. the sophmores got spiderman (i give it a solid 7), the juniors did wonders with batman, turning the hallway from the arctic darkness of mr. freeze and the penguin to the wild jungle of poison ivy. i think they are really our only competition, seriously. the seniors got x-men. okay, seriously, they got the best possible pick, and they blew it. it was HORRIBLE. TERRIFYING. and i have to go down that hallway at least 4 times a day, not to mention if i wish to go to the library. just, ugh. horrible seniors.
but that's my day. i skipped academic team because i had a lot of homework and just didn't feel like sitting in a room feeling useless when i could be at home, actually accomplishing something.
all in all, pretty good day. oh, i forgot to mention, i got a bag of chips for making all a's. how do you like that applesauce right there?
why have i been thinking of that particular phrase? well, interesting story really. when we arrived at school from our impromptu 4-day break, we found that vandals had decorated the halls with comic book characters according to grades! horrible! the freshmen's of course, was the best, obviously. we got the hulk. there was a memorial wall to tory, which i thought was incredible. of course, i never go down the hallway that they decorated, so i forced kelsie to make the trip all the way around the school with me. the sophmores got spiderman (i give it a solid 7), the juniors did wonders with batman, turning the hallway from the arctic darkness of mr. freeze and the penguin to the wild jungle of poison ivy. i think they are really our only competition, seriously. the seniors got x-men. okay, seriously, they got the best possible pick, and they blew it. it was HORRIBLE. TERRIFYING. and i have to go down that hallway at least 4 times a day, not to mention if i wish to go to the library. just, ugh. horrible seniors.
but that's my day. i skipped academic team because i had a lot of homework and just didn't feel like sitting in a room feeling useless when i could be at home, actually accomplishing something.
all in all, pretty good day. oh, i forgot to mention, i got a bag of chips for making all a's. how do you like that applesauce right there?
9.26.2005
i'm tired
just a quick note to tell you i'm not dead or anything, though abundance of sleep would suggest otherwise. i should probably convince my mom to take me to the doctor to see why i'm sleeping all the time, but i'm too tired to. seriously, i've slept about 40 something hours since friday. i don't think that's entirely normal ('m not complaining or anything, it's just weird.)
i've been working on christmas presents already. i'm gonna ask something really quick, since my friends are impervious to email: do you guys want me to give something to your sibling(s)? it won't be a problem at all, and i'll probably do it anyway, but just wanted your opinion, so i can take the pleasure in discarding it.
alrighty then. maybe doing operation christmas present for friends will keep me awake (though that is entirely unlikely.)
that's ~C~r~A~z~Y~!
i've been working on christmas presents already. i'm gonna ask something really quick, since my friends are impervious to email: do you guys want me to give something to your sibling(s)? it won't be a problem at all, and i'll probably do it anyway, but just wanted your opinion, so i can take the pleasure in discarding it.
alrighty then. maybe doing operation christmas present for friends will keep me awake (though that is entirely unlikely.)
that's ~C~r~A~z~Y~!
9.23.2005
G729
i was a number for a day. it was wonderful.. tuesday i got my learner's permit. drove home. spent the rest of the week showing off that tiny piece of plastic. ahhh, wonderfuss.
but that seems like ages ago. i've been trying to post, but this crap always screws it up. whatever, though. here's something i like: being well known at a place. every week, we go to waffle house (with chris, but i hate him, so we'll try to avoid his mention...he even spurred a giant debate between dearest and i, but that's a different story for when i'm really just in a crappy mood). every week, the same waitress waits on us. it's gotten to where all she does is yell out, "same?" and we say, "yes, ma'am!" she's so good to us. she lets us do whatever we want in there, i swear. i don't even know her name, she doesn't know ours. but she knows our faces and our orders, and that's all that matters.
monday and tuesday have been declared "snow days" because there will be no gas. this terrifies me. i've been having nightmares about it. these men come and take gas stations and burn them, while everyone's sitting around crying. it's terrible. but enough about that. i was in a good mood when i started this, and darnit, i'll end it on a good note.
1. Delve into your blog archive.
2. Find your 23rd post.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.
"Do whatever floats your boat, that's the way you gotta do it."
interesting. interesting, indeed.
but that seems like ages ago. i've been trying to post, but this crap always screws it up. whatever, though. here's something i like: being well known at a place. every week, we go to waffle house (with chris, but i hate him, so we'll try to avoid his mention...he even spurred a giant debate between dearest and i, but that's a different story for when i'm really just in a crappy mood). every week, the same waitress waits on us. it's gotten to where all she does is yell out, "same?" and we say, "yes, ma'am!" she's so good to us. she lets us do whatever we want in there, i swear. i don't even know her name, she doesn't know ours. but she knows our faces and our orders, and that's all that matters.
monday and tuesday have been declared "snow days" because there will be no gas. this terrifies me. i've been having nightmares about it. these men come and take gas stations and burn them, while everyone's sitting around crying. it's terrible. but enough about that. i was in a good mood when i started this, and darnit, i'll end it on a good note.
1. Delve into your blog archive.
2. Find your 23rd post.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.
"Do whatever floats your boat, that's the way you gotta do it."
interesting. interesting, indeed.
9.20.2005
hmm...this post was supposed to have not gotten on here...interesting.
I took the test. I passed! I was happy. It's like, this past year has revolved solely around me getting my learner's permit. I don't know, though. It's weird. Like my life before i was a teenager don't even count anymore. It's kinda sad. The test was easy. I missed 4 questions. I was terrified that I was gonna get 5 wrong. Then I would have failed. I would have probably cried. But no, I got a little piece of plastic that says "certified driver". I put my real wieght, and I didn't feel bad about it until my mom went, "you know, you don't have to put your real weight on there." Made me think I did something wrong or something.
But my dad was awesome about it. he took me to Steak N Shake to eat afterwards. Then we went to see Just Like Heaven. It was good. Completely and totally predictable, but good.
I drove on the way home. I have never been more petrified in my life. I honestly still feel like I'm about to throw up. Maybe everyone feels this way. I don't know. I'm probably going to stay up till the wee hours, doing homework when I wasn't even in school today. But I guess, inadvertantly, I got a skip day out of all this, even with my crappy grades, so I'm good for now.
But my dad was awesome about it. he took me to Steak N Shake to eat afterwards. Then we went to see Just Like Heaven. It was good. Completely and totally predictable, but good.
I drove on the way home. I have never been more petrified in my life. I honestly still feel like I'm about to throw up. Maybe everyone feels this way. I don't know. I'm probably going to stay up till the wee hours, doing homework when I wasn't even in school today. But I guess, inadvertantly, I got a skip day out of all this, even with my crappy grades, so I'm good for now.
9.19.2005
birthday(yay)
woo hooooo. i made it. it's my birthday all over again. again, i say woooooohooooooo. yay for me. people were really awesome about it too. "can i have a mint? it's my birthday." "ok." "here, here's a dollar for being born, have at it." aweshommey.
i go tomorry to the dmv to get my learner's permit. i've heard the test is easy peasy, but i don't trust a person who will glue a magazine together. there's something just not right with that.
ooh, my mom got me some gummy worms and some film. awesome. have been sneaking gummy worms all day. i love those little guys. had a lot of fun, all and all, for a school day. of course, it wasn't a regular school day. it was my birthday.
you know something i really didn't like about today, though? during geometry, the guy in front of me motioned toward the guy across the room and said, "i think he likes you. he keeps winking at you." but see, the thing is, i've seen said guy winking at me, and i know what it means. it means, hey, i'm gonna mess with you, just because i freaking can. so that kinda pissed me off. but anyway. onward.
i have to go look up crap for my sci fair project and for biology. grr. i h8 BIO!
"therein lies the dilemna. when it comes to the subject of you, i believe that you are unable to tell me the truth in anything you say. and when it comes to the subject of me, i am completely incapable of believing anything you say."
i go tomorry to the dmv to get my learner's permit. i've heard the test is easy peasy, but i don't trust a person who will glue a magazine together. there's something just not right with that.
ooh, my mom got me some gummy worms and some film. awesome. have been sneaking gummy worms all day. i love those little guys. had a lot of fun, all and all, for a school day. of course, it wasn't a regular school day. it was my birthday.
you know something i really didn't like about today, though? during geometry, the guy in front of me motioned toward the guy across the room and said, "i think he likes you. he keeps winking at you." but see, the thing is, i've seen said guy winking at me, and i know what it means. it means, hey, i'm gonna mess with you, just because i freaking can. so that kinda pissed me off. but anyway. onward.
i have to go look up crap for my sci fair project and for biology. grr. i h8 BIO!
"therein lies the dilemna. when it comes to the subject of you, i believe that you are unable to tell me the truth in anything you say. and when it comes to the subject of me, i am completely incapable of believing anything you say."
9.16.2005
I'm sorry, did you leave your ball in my head?
last night was possibly the worst night ever for sleeping. Seriously. I fell asleep at like, 9:30 because I was supremely tired due to the heat blasts lately. I kept waking up every once in a while, but when I did sleep, it was a good sleep. Nice and deep. I had one dream that a canibal was eating me while I was alive. But he had a good chest, so I was ok with it...
Anyway, at about 3:30 I woke up and couldn't get back to sleep for a little while. I should mention that I have rearranged my bedroom several times this year, and now have a bedside table...right next to my head. So anyway, I'm sitting there, and 3:30 becomes 4:00, which soon becomes 4:30. I got up to fix my covers or something, and went to lay down, then BAM! Knock my head right into the bedside table I thought I needed so much. I was sitting there, swearing like a sailor for about 10 minutes until the pain went away. I was just about back to sleep when I put my hand behind my head and felt a goose egg. I haven't had a goose egg since I was six. And of course, I couldn't stop myself from running my hand over it, appreciating the sheer size of it. I believe I fell asleep, just stroking the back of my scalp.
I woke up this morning, hoping it would still be there, but all that occupied my head was a massive migraine. Which is still thriving, by the way.
I think I'm about to go to Bee's house, which should be fun, since Spit (Christopher), Snot (Sean), Earwax (Bradley) and Booger (Chance) are going to be spending the night tonight. That would be a nightmare. (The reason for the nicknames is this: Chance wouldn't let me call him Booger in front of his friends unless I gave them disgusting nicknames...so what was I to do? I couldn't very well start calling my Booger another name.) Speaking of Booger, he's now a decade. That's right. A decade ago, the ugliest baby in the world was born. Ok, maybe not the ugliest...but he was pretty close.
Anyvay, they are out right now at the park or the movies or CiCi's or some fun place like that.
Anyway, at about 3:30 I woke up and couldn't get back to sleep for a little while. I should mention that I have rearranged my bedroom several times this year, and now have a bedside table...right next to my head. So anyway, I'm sitting there, and 3:30 becomes 4:00, which soon becomes 4:30. I got up to fix my covers or something, and went to lay down, then BAM! Knock my head right into the bedside table I thought I needed so much. I was sitting there, swearing like a sailor for about 10 minutes until the pain went away. I was just about back to sleep when I put my hand behind my head and felt a goose egg. I haven't had a goose egg since I was six. And of course, I couldn't stop myself from running my hand over it, appreciating the sheer size of it. I believe I fell asleep, just stroking the back of my scalp.
I woke up this morning, hoping it would still be there, but all that occupied my head was a massive migraine. Which is still thriving, by the way.
I think I'm about to go to Bee's house, which should be fun, since Spit (Christopher), Snot (Sean), Earwax (Bradley) and Booger (Chance) are going to be spending the night tonight. That would be a nightmare. (The reason for the nicknames is this: Chance wouldn't let me call him Booger in front of his friends unless I gave them disgusting nicknames...so what was I to do? I couldn't very well start calling my Booger another name.) Speaking of Booger, he's now a decade. That's right. A decade ago, the ugliest baby in the world was born. Ok, maybe not the ugliest...but he was pretty close.
Anyvay, they are out right now at the park or the movies or CiCi's or some fun place like that.
9.14.2005
good canoli
My goodness. I was going to do the whole Statcounter thing that Jeremy said he did, but my God. That is just too long and too early in the morning for me to do.
Welcome to the Hotel California. Such a lovely place, such a lovely face. Plenty of room at the Hotel California.
Sorry. Guess what I'm listening to right now? Well, you're wrong. I'm listening to I'm Blue. So ha. reading too much into things, are we? That's what you get.
I'm reading a book (gasp) about evil men and women in history. Most of the men are run of the mill (Vlad the Impaler, Hitler, Nero) cannibals/torturists. But the women are just strange and freaky. Mary I is in there, but they gave her a reason for being so evil that she killed 600 Protestants. She was ignored as a child. And Countess Elizabeth (Lady Dracula) was in there. She was by far the strangest. She liked to torture her sevants with ice picks or put them in cages too small to sit, too small to stand, filled with spikes. Her reason was that the torture kept her young.
I don't know. There are a lot of sick people out there that would probably still do that. It scares me.
I'm tired. I'm going to go back to sleep. I still can't breathe through my nose and kept waking up weezing last night. Yargh.g
Welcome to the Hotel California. Such a lovely place, such a lovely face. Plenty of room at the Hotel California.
Sorry. Guess what I'm listening to right now? Well, you're wrong. I'm listening to I'm Blue. So ha. reading too much into things, are we? That's what you get.
I'm reading a book (gasp) about evil men and women in history. Most of the men are run of the mill (Vlad the Impaler, Hitler, Nero) cannibals/torturists. But the women are just strange and freaky. Mary I is in there, but they gave her a reason for being so evil that she killed 600 Protestants. She was ignored as a child. And Countess Elizabeth (Lady Dracula) was in there. She was by far the strangest. She liked to torture her sevants with ice picks or put them in cages too small to sit, too small to stand, filled with spikes. Her reason was that the torture kept her young.
I don't know. There are a lot of sick people out there that would probably still do that. It scares me.
I'm tired. I'm going to go back to sleep. I still can't breathe through my nose and kept waking up weezing last night. Yargh.g
9.13.2005
50 things you didn't know about me (the horror thrives due to boredom)
- I care way too much what people think about me
- I'm jealous when my friends hang out with people other than me.
- I realize that that's ridiculous, but I still can't help it.
- My little Booger is going to be 10 on Wednesday. I am so proud.
- The only reason I liked Nixon in the first place was because it seemed to freak everybody out.
- I can't stand to look at Madonna, but sort of like her music.
- Joey's Daft Punk CD regularly gets stolen by me.
- If I had to make a soundtrack to my life, Stand by Me would be on it.
- I hate the idea of housework, but love cleaning the house once I get into it.
- I weigh about 175 and am 5'6.
- As far as I know, I've always been at least 50 pounds overweight.
- Sometimes I'm freaked out about it, but most of the time, I don't think about it.
- I love to run, but can't breathe, redering running for long amounts of time impossible.
- I need a job to pay for college/car/insurance/bullcrap, but am too shy to ask for an application.
- I know I'm going to fail my learner's test next week.
- I know I'm going to do better than Joey did driving.
- My mom says she quit drinking a couple of weeks ago, but I know she hasn't.
- This bothers me on some level, but I'm used to it.
- I've gotten drunk twice in my lifetime, both times with Chris and his friend Kyle.
- This makes me think that I'll grow up to be just like my mom.
- I vow not to drink again until it's legal for me to do so or until I'm peer pressured into doing it.
- I miss Kelsie and she's only been gone 3 days.
- My prescription for Zyrtec ran out a few days ago, so I'm haivng trouble breathing.
- I lova the ER.
- I lova the Gilmore Girls *though you probly already knew that*
- I don't expect anyone to actually read this list, seeing how it's uselessly long.
- I think Jeremy and Kris are hilarious, and Simone is sweet.
- If I post after I read their blogs, I try to be witty and smart.
- I love to post my feelings to the whole world, which is why I have several screen names and a myspace account.
- I'm jealous that for once, Gracie is getting a better grade in Geometry and Biology than I am (which is stupid, because she's like my sister, so I hate myself for it.)
- I think way too much about the future.
- Just for one day, I would love to not talk.
- My friends, however, think I'm moody if I don't, so I end up talking to clarify that nothing's wrong with me.
- I have no freaking idea what I want to be when I grow up.
- This is petrifying, because my parents are pressuring me to hurry it up and figure it out.
- I'm thinking I want to join the army, but I know I'll have to get into shape first.
- I read a Meg Cabot book at least once a week.
- I don't read as much as I used to, due to lack of time and attention span.
- My dad's car always smells like maple syrup.
- I'm always afraid that I'll be left behind wherever I am.
- I can't find my birth certificate or social security card.
- This list was going to be 100 things, but I'm getting bored.
- I'm perfectly fine sitting on my butt all day in silence.
- I can deal with reading about guns and bombs or anything, but even mention stabbing or items going through the skin *shudder* and I start freaking out.
- I like to make up words when I'm bored.
- My friends like to use the words I make up until I get tired of them and think up a different word.
- I copy Joey's tone of voice and speech patterns, phrases and words, and spread them around at school.
- All through this list I've been thinking, "luke better marry lorelai, dammit, or I'm gonna have to castrate someone."
- I realize how incredibly sad this is.
- But I'm going to go anyway and watch DVDs of Gilmore Girls for the next hour until it comes on, and I am enraptured by everything yet again.
Ha. I must really hate you to be doing all this.
rice krispies vs. cheerios
They are both equally flavorless cereals, which is partially why I chose them. But there has been something bugging me about rice krispies since the day I realized that Cheerios was just a name on a pedestal, whereas Rice Krispies is the poor man's...well, Cheerios.
First of all, I'll just say that I love Rice Krispies much, much more. They taste better. The rice is better than da oats. Darn right.
Not to say that Rice Krispies doesn't have its bad points. The name, for one, which I've already mentioned. And the fact that when you agree to poor those graind of puffed up rice into your plastic cereal bowls, you therefore agree that you will not eat all of the RK in said bowl. It is impossible, because the little buggers just want to make your life harder by going all around the outer edges of the bowl, taking only one of their friends with them. See, when eating Cheerios, you know that you can eat them all. They aren't little pains in the arses. They are just there. Which makes it that much more pathetic that they are disgusting. It seems akin to, "Sorry, I know you've been waiting patiently in your bedroom for hours for me to show up, but I've found another prom date I like more. You're just nasty, with your greasy nose and fish like eyes."
Which is why I pledge to eat a little more Cheerios in the mornings. Because even though they are the Renee Zellwegger to the RK's Nicole Kidman, they deserve love, too.
First of all, I'll just say that I love Rice Krispies much, much more. They taste better. The rice is better than da oats. Darn right.
Not to say that Rice Krispies doesn't have its bad points. The name, for one, which I've already mentioned. And the fact that when you agree to poor those graind of puffed up rice into your plastic cereal bowls, you therefore agree that you will not eat all of the RK in said bowl. It is impossible, because the little buggers just want to make your life harder by going all around the outer edges of the bowl, taking only one of their friends with them. See, when eating Cheerios, you know that you can eat them all. They aren't little pains in the arses. They are just there. Which makes it that much more pathetic that they are disgusting. It seems akin to, "Sorry, I know you've been waiting patiently in your bedroom for hours for me to show up, but I've found another prom date I like more. You're just nasty, with your greasy nose and fish like eyes."
Which is why I pledge to eat a little more Cheerios in the mornings. Because even though they are the Renee Zellwegger to the RK's Nicole Kidman, they deserve love, too.
9.10.2005
isn't chance's birthday before yours?
yes, I celebrated my birthday a week early. It couldn't be helped. Get over it. I got $75 today, though, so I'm happy. I just wish I'd gotten some kind of surprise. I knew what I was getting. But I'm not complaining. I'm happy.
Kirstie, Kelsie, Gracie and I went to see Madagascar. It was cute, but it was pointless. Then we went to my grandma's, got the golf cart, and rode to Partner's Pizza. Deliciousness. I was so full, it was scary. We rode around for a little while, got home, and then talked for a while until everyone had to leave :(. It was super duper fun though. I'm happy. Last night was fun, too. Chris' friend Kyle was over. He's hilarious. Some stuff happened, but it will not be disclosed here. But last night was fun too.
I'm pretty exhausted. I plan on watching some of my brand new Third Season Gilmore Girls and then going to bed. I'm whooped. Me and Kirstie stayed up until 2 in the morning last night, and we felt all sick and dizzy just laying down. But then again, I said I wouldn't disclose this information, so vamoose to that.
I love Johnny Cash. Seriously. Why'd he have to go?
Kirstie, Kelsie, Gracie and I went to see Madagascar. It was cute, but it was pointless. Then we went to my grandma's, got the golf cart, and rode to Partner's Pizza. Deliciousness. I was so full, it was scary. We rode around for a little while, got home, and then talked for a while until everyone had to leave :(. It was super duper fun though. I'm happy. Last night was fun, too. Chris' friend Kyle was over. He's hilarious. Some stuff happened, but it will not be disclosed here. But last night was fun too.
I'm pretty exhausted. I plan on watching some of my brand new Third Season Gilmore Girls and then going to bed. I'm whooped. Me and Kirstie stayed up until 2 in the morning last night, and we felt all sick and dizzy just laying down. But then again, I said I wouldn't disclose this information, so vamoose to that.
I love Johnny Cash. Seriously. Why'd he have to go?
9.07.2005
9.06.2005
dart daringly dodges desertion distaster!
Joey's car stopped in the middle of the turn off of our street in the middle of the freaking road. I was scared. People were honking and cussing and just ugh. Terrifying. I honestly thought I was about to die. I was freaking out to Joey the whole way to school (eventually, a guy pulled over and helped us push it back up the street and waited till he was sure we could take off.) When the JoeMo. died, Joey of course, went psycho. It was like he was having a seizure, which I've seen him do before, sure. But I was already freaked out. And I got to school, and I think Kelsie and Gracie thought my mom had died or something, because I was running back and forth to the bathroom to freak out. I was just so scared. It took a while to get back to normal. I had to act like I was fine before I got to be fine. And PE helped. Running is good, I just don't have the lung capacity for it.
Hey, guess what. I'll be 15 in 14 days. Darn Right, shawty.
Hey, guess what. I'll be 15 in 14 days. Darn Right, shawty.
9.02.2005
the girls are back in town
I love Gilmore Girls. Really. It is the only show I truly watch every day, own every available season of, and never get sick of. I looooooove it. And oh yes. They are back. The 13th will be a very, very nice day.
My birthday party thing keeps getting changed around. Ticking me off here. I hate having to accomadate to other people, but I also know that compromises are necessary. Either I have the party a week before my birthday or a week after. I don't even know.
I keep stressing out. Not about school, for once. I keep having nightmares about hurricanes and no gas and it's so scary, I wake up in sweats. It terrifies me really. But I'm trying to keep my mind off of it, as bad as that might sound.
My eyes are bothering me. I'm thinking that something is really wrong with me, because my left lower back was hurting earlier, and last weekend, my left eye was killing me. Now I can barely see out of my right eye. At first I thought it was just my contact lenses, but when I put on my glasses, I realized it's my eye. That sucks.
Oh, but I will be 15 oh so shortly. I don't even know about my learner's permit. My dad was going to take that day off and teach me how to drive and take my learner's test and everything, but now with gas like it is, I don't know. It's not that big of a priority, really. I'm terrified of getting a car and using up too much gas now.
I keep getting back to that. Ugh, maybe I'll just end this before I depress myself so much. I'm already having nightmares as it is, let us not contribute to them.
My birthday party thing keeps getting changed around. Ticking me off here. I hate having to accomadate to other people, but I also know that compromises are necessary. Either I have the party a week before my birthday or a week after. I don't even know.
I keep stressing out. Not about school, for once. I keep having nightmares about hurricanes and no gas and it's so scary, I wake up in sweats. It terrifies me really. But I'm trying to keep my mind off of it, as bad as that might sound.
My eyes are bothering me. I'm thinking that something is really wrong with me, because my left lower back was hurting earlier, and last weekend, my left eye was killing me. Now I can barely see out of my right eye. At first I thought it was just my contact lenses, but when I put on my glasses, I realized it's my eye. That sucks.
Oh, but I will be 15 oh so shortly. I don't even know about my learner's permit. My dad was going to take that day off and teach me how to drive and take my learner's test and everything, but now with gas like it is, I don't know. It's not that big of a priority, really. I'm terrified of getting a car and using up too much gas now.
I keep getting back to that. Ugh, maybe I'll just end this before I depress myself so much. I'm already having nightmares as it is, let us not contribute to them.
8.30.2005
I'm not much of a religious man....
dolphins are fun and warm....
yeah, dolphins are fun and warm on a piece of toast, too....
i love that. I love....everything. Right now, I'm in a good mood. Barely stressed at all about my project that I haven't done. And I had spicy chicken for dinner. It was delicious. I really don't know what to talk about. I feel talked out.
Funniest thing that happened to me today by far: Someone told me (seriously) that just looking at me made them angry. YESH!
yeah, dolphins are fun and warm on a piece of toast, too....
i love that. I love....everything. Right now, I'm in a good mood. Barely stressed at all about my project that I haven't done. And I had spicy chicken for dinner. It was delicious. I really don't know what to talk about. I feel talked out.
Funniest thing that happened to me today by far: Someone told me (seriously) that just looking at me made them angry. YESH!
8.27.2005
t3h surv3y
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brothers
is it wrong to pick fights with people? More specifically, brothers? I feel like I'm festering here. I have to babysit (guess who wormed his way over here...again.) I have to hand it to the little piece of crap...my mom almost had a heart attack last week, and she still let him over here. She doesn't even like him. It's annoying.
Second football game last night. Much fun. Almost hit the principal with a bouncy ball. Hilarious. I wanted to walk to the dollar store earlier, but my mom wouldn't let me. Just in case she had to leave, she said. She hasn't gone anywhere yet. I hate being her patsy. I hate knowing that I should be grateful, but not. I hate doing stuff out of guilt. Yes, it sounds pathetic, but I hate it. Most of all, I really hate her sometimes. You know, she sits there and treats me like her equal most of the time. She'll ask what to do or ask me to do her chores. But if I say one thing that she doesn't agree with, all the sudden, I'm a two year old. It took a freaking heart attack for her to stop drinking. I hate that. I feel so hateful now. Agh. Grr on vices and their holds.
Second football game last night. Much fun. Almost hit the principal with a bouncy ball. Hilarious. I wanted to walk to the dollar store earlier, but my mom wouldn't let me. Just in case she had to leave, she said. She hasn't gone anywhere yet. I hate being her patsy. I hate knowing that I should be grateful, but not. I hate doing stuff out of guilt. Yes, it sounds pathetic, but I hate it. Most of all, I really hate her sometimes. You know, she sits there and treats me like her equal most of the time. She'll ask what to do or ask me to do her chores. But if I say one thing that she doesn't agree with, all the sudden, I'm a two year old. It took a freaking heart attack for her to stop drinking. I hate that. I feel so hateful now. Agh. Grr on vices and their holds.
8.24.2005
i want answers now or i want them eventually
I honestly had a full out post laid out in my mind, but it's gone completely out the window. Seriously. I was even going to do cartwheels for the finale. A little parade in the middle. But no, my memory sucks.
Oh, today's academic team sucked. Only got one question. I know Kelsie and Gracie weren't having much fun. Even if they decide not to do it, I'll still do it. I can be alone and do something I love, or I can do something I love with my friends, I'm fine either way. Like in PE. I'm actually starting to like it. I won't stop complaining about it, but it's gotten to where I don't mind it nearly as much as I did just a few weeks ago. I'm used to running now. I like the burn in my stomach. It feels good.
I need to burn a CD. There are just too many good new songs on the computer.
These brownies that were made for the BETA club bake sale are delicious. They're all hard and crunchy, but caramelly and chewy and nutty. Wonderfussness.
Oh, now I remember. *enters parade and marching band.* I saw Kill Bill Vols. 1 and 2. Fantastic. Just violent enough to grab attention, not so violent that I will never watch them again. Also saw Sin City a few nights ago, but I fail to remember if I've already posted about that. It was good, too. But I really do hate Tarantino. He's so annoying. Just, ugh.
What, you Mariah? Fly through twice.
Oh, today's academic team sucked. Only got one question. I know Kelsie and Gracie weren't having much fun. Even if they decide not to do it, I'll still do it. I can be alone and do something I love, or I can do something I love with my friends, I'm fine either way. Like in PE. I'm actually starting to like it. I won't stop complaining about it, but it's gotten to where I don't mind it nearly as much as I did just a few weeks ago. I'm used to running now. I like the burn in my stomach. It feels good.
I need to burn a CD. There are just too many good new songs on the computer.
These brownies that were made for the BETA club bake sale are delicious. They're all hard and crunchy, but caramelly and chewy and nutty. Wonderfussness.
Oh, now I remember. *enters parade and marching band.* I saw Kill Bill Vols. 1 and 2. Fantastic. Just violent enough to grab attention, not so violent that I will never watch them again. Also saw Sin City a few nights ago, but I fail to remember if I've already posted about that. It was good, too. But I really do hate Tarantino. He's so annoying. Just, ugh.
What, you Mariah? Fly through twice.
8.21.2005
the words of the prophet are written on the subway walls
I love that song. I can listen to it all day, really.
So far, the weekend has been fantasmigorical. Except for the homework I haven't done that should take me a few hours, I have had so much fun. Whenever I get together with my friends, I have fun, but with the stressing about school when I see them (at school), it was nice to hang out with them without...let me start again, I feel like I'm making no sense whatsoever...
Friday, Kelsie practically dragged me to the football game against Dutchtown. The best part for me was half time, with the marching bands. I love synchronization, coordination, singing in unison. But we had fun the whole time, with her little baby brother mocking me all the time. I am horrible with babies, I swanny. One time, I smiled at one, and he started crying. But Adam loved me. I would bend down to his level and he'd hug me. *sniffle*. Of course, Kelsie pointed out that he probably realized I was horrible with babies, and he was trying to lower my guard so I would let him do whatever he wanted to do. But still...it was a nice moment in a fun night.
Yesterday, I just had to go to the movies. Asked Kelsie, she said no, so I asked Gracie. Gracie and I went to see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (yes, again. It was that good.) Saw the preview for the fourth Harry Potter, and it looks AWSHOMEY. Can't wait to write about that in the blog, let me tell you.
So yeah, I had fun. I keep watching Clerks, though, so that might have something to do with it....
So far, the weekend has been fantasmigorical. Except for the homework I haven't done that should take me a few hours, I have had so much fun. Whenever I get together with my friends, I have fun, but with the stressing about school when I see them (at school), it was nice to hang out with them without...let me start again, I feel like I'm making no sense whatsoever...
Friday, Kelsie practically dragged me to the football game against Dutchtown. The best part for me was half time, with the marching bands. I love synchronization, coordination, singing in unison. But we had fun the whole time, with her little baby brother mocking me all the time. I am horrible with babies, I swanny. One time, I smiled at one, and he started crying. But Adam loved me. I would bend down to his level and he'd hug me. *sniffle*. Of course, Kelsie pointed out that he probably realized I was horrible with babies, and he was trying to lower my guard so I would let him do whatever he wanted to do. But still...it was a nice moment in a fun night.
Yesterday, I just had to go to the movies. Asked Kelsie, she said no, so I asked Gracie. Gracie and I went to see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (yes, again. It was that good.) Saw the preview for the fourth Harry Potter, and it looks AWSHOMEY. Can't wait to write about that in the blog, let me tell you.
So yeah, I had fun. I keep watching Clerks, though, so that might have something to do with it....
8.19.2005
"of course i knew sherman would set fire to atlanta...he's a total pryo."
Love the new blog Lincoln Thinkin' found on Jeremy's Blog. Funny, yet educational, in a weird, video game kind of way...
There's this kid that keeps coming over to our house, Christopher, maybe I've mentioned him before. Anyway, Christopher comes over every weekend. EVERY weekend. Meaning, my mom won't take us anywhere, like out to eat. She used to do this fairly frequently on the weekends. Going out to eat is (or was, I guess) the only time my family got to spend together. But now that Christopher is here every weekend, we don't spend any time together. And Christopher? He's a little punk. He's always going through my crap, and saying if I hit him, he'll sue me (they have a public defender working on an eviction battle). Chance, believe it or not, is on his side. When I pointed out to Chance that the legal fees for us getting sued would mean no "nice things" for Chance, he just said, "I'll move in with Chris at the hotel." Little shit.
Sorry, I shouldn't have written that. Yet oddly, I don't think I'm going to go back and erase it...Nope, I'm not. It's true. Nobody here likes Chris except for Chance, and only because Chance gets to boss Chris around. Of course, they try to boss me around, but I smack Chance everytime he does. I may not be able to smack twin-evil, but I can hit him. And it feels good.....Oh yes.
Savannah once slapped a girl because the girl wasn't holding her hand. I bet she gets it honest, from her uncle's sister. Dern right.
"You hate people!"
"And yet I love gatherings. Isn't it ironic?"
There's this kid that keeps coming over to our house, Christopher, maybe I've mentioned him before. Anyway, Christopher comes over every weekend. EVERY weekend. Meaning, my mom won't take us anywhere, like out to eat. She used to do this fairly frequently on the weekends. Going out to eat is (or was, I guess) the only time my family got to spend together. But now that Christopher is here every weekend, we don't spend any time together. And Christopher? He's a little punk. He's always going through my crap, and saying if I hit him, he'll sue me (they have a public defender working on an eviction battle). Chance, believe it or not, is on his side. When I pointed out to Chance that the legal fees for us getting sued would mean no "nice things" for Chance, he just said, "I'll move in with Chris at the hotel." Little shit.
Sorry, I shouldn't have written that. Yet oddly, I don't think I'm going to go back and erase it...Nope, I'm not. It's true. Nobody here likes Chris except for Chance, and only because Chance gets to boss Chris around. Of course, they try to boss me around, but I smack Chance everytime he does. I may not be able to smack twin-evil, but I can hit him. And it feels good.....Oh yes.
Savannah once slapped a girl because the girl wasn't holding her hand. I bet she gets it honest, from her uncle's sister. Dern right.
"You hate people!"
"And yet I love gatherings. Isn't it ironic?"
8.17.2005
i swanny to Gah
Hello myu lovely semaritans. How are you today? Good? That's great.
I"M FREAKING AWESOME.
Thank you for asking.
Probably made JV academic team. Joey said some freshmen make varsity, but I'm not hoping that hard for it. I will say this: the guys are supa hot. Not just a little bit cute. No. Supa Dupa Hot. All capitals, there. And smart. and funny. And, ooh. Seriously. Not even joking. All of them. Even the ugly ones. I don't know why, I just think everyone's hot nowadays. Teenage hormones, I suppose. It happens. Anyway, away from the hot guys right now.
omfgs. Awshommey.
I"M FREAKING AWESOME.
Thank you for asking.
Probably made JV academic team. Joey said some freshmen make varsity, but I'm not hoping that hard for it. I will say this: the guys are supa hot. Not just a little bit cute. No. Supa Dupa Hot. All capitals, there. And smart. and funny. And, ooh. Seriously. Not even joking. All of them. Even the ugly ones. I don't know why, I just think everyone's hot nowadays. Teenage hormones, I suppose. It happens. Anyway, away from the hot guys right now.
omfgs. Awshommey.
8.14.2005
spam-a-lot
I'm a big fan of the Monty Python boys, but that is not exactly what this post is about.
What on earth has possessed people to post links and new blogs and everything else on the comments? A new wave of spam is hitting blogs, and it is irksome indeed. I've already been hit, as have several of my other blog buddies. Why? What madness is this? It's not fair. This is my space, not yours to post your silly loaning websites or post the full on link for you blog. If we were interested in your blog, we would find a way to get to it, okay? So leave me alone, you weird, link-obsessed people. You're bugging me.
What on earth has possessed people to post links and new blogs and everything else on the comments? A new wave of spam is hitting blogs, and it is irksome indeed. I've already been hit, as have several of my other blog buddies. Why? What madness is this? It's not fair. This is my space, not yours to post your silly loaning websites or post the full on link for you blog. If we were interested in your blog, we would find a way to get to it, okay? So leave me alone, you weird, link-obsessed people. You're bugging me.
8.11.2005
swamped
I'd love it if that term meant that I was buried beneath a swamp, but I'm not. I still have to do homework. At least I get to hang out with my friends, though. that's nice. And I'm realizing just how much I enjoy hating teachers. Mucho...fun.
Not much has happened really. I keep procrastinating with homework until the last second, and I usually have at least an hour of homework each night. But I suppose that's normal. Joey's car got us to school and back today. Died like, 4 times. scariest live in my entire life. He kept swerving on and off the road like a freaking maniac. Argh.
The good thing is, I gathered up all my courage and went another route to my classes. about the same length, but not nearly as crowded as the hallways (which are filled with what I'm convinced to be steroid using 30 year olds). Kelsie and I have been debating whether or not to go that way or not, because we were sure it'd be blocked off. But it wasn't, and now we can get to our classes while basking in sunshine. So wonderfuss, that I have decided to make brownies for everyone. That's right. Everyone. A batch for home and one for school. It will be yummers, that's for sure.
Not much has happened really. I keep procrastinating with homework until the last second, and I usually have at least an hour of homework each night. But I suppose that's normal. Joey's car got us to school and back today. Died like, 4 times. scariest live in my entire life. He kept swerving on and off the road like a freaking maniac. Argh.
The good thing is, I gathered up all my courage and went another route to my classes. about the same length, but not nearly as crowded as the hallways (which are filled with what I'm convinced to be steroid using 30 year olds). Kelsie and I have been debating whether or not to go that way or not, because we were sure it'd be blocked off. But it wasn't, and now we can get to our classes while basking in sunshine. So wonderfuss, that I have decided to make brownies for everyone. That's right. Everyone. A batch for home and one for school. It will be yummers, that's for sure.
8.06.2005
the dandy warhols
i can't stop listening to them. they're like techno and rock, all at the same time. so wicked awesome. oh yes. just...no, they're good. shutup. they are mindblowing. seriously, i don't want to hear from you. these are MY guys now. mine. don't trash them, or i will trash you (meaning i will stuff your body in a dumpster.)
kelsie's bday gettogether is tomorrow. mucho bien. cannot wait. i made the best flippin chocolate chip brownies for her. i even sprinkled the rest of the choc chips on top when it just got out of the oven, so they're all nice and melty. mmmm. not that i've eaten any or anything. no, no. not me.
i think i could be a good cook if i put my mind to it. and i like cooking. it's fun. it's a shame all i ever cook are sweets.
oh no. i almost forgot. i talked to my brother's friend lee (who's kinda my friend too, seeing how he was there when i was born and is always over here) on aim for the first time the other night. total nazi on grammar. that's why i'm rebelling with this post. not that i am always rebelling when i type like this. but tonight, i'm purposefully mispelling and putting incorrect grammar. so, ha on you, you feather backed ape hater. you and your super long hair all the way down to your shoulder, and your techno music and awesome movies and great breakdancing.
okay, so shutup. there you go. how's that for simple english?
kelsie's bday gettogether is tomorrow. mucho bien. cannot wait. i made the best flippin chocolate chip brownies for her. i even sprinkled the rest of the choc chips on top when it just got out of the oven, so they're all nice and melty. mmmm. not that i've eaten any or anything. no, no. not me.
i think i could be a good cook if i put my mind to it. and i like cooking. it's fun. it's a shame all i ever cook are sweets.
oh no. i almost forgot. i talked to my brother's friend lee (who's kinda my friend too, seeing how he was there when i was born and is always over here) on aim for the first time the other night. total nazi on grammar. that's why i'm rebelling with this post. not that i am always rebelling when i type like this. but tonight, i'm purposefully mispelling and putting incorrect grammar. so, ha on you, you feather backed ape hater. you and your super long hair all the way down to your shoulder, and your techno music and awesome movies and great breakdancing.
okay, so shutup. there you go. how's that for simple english?
8.04.2005
silly marisol with the astericks
Ovens aren't for cooking. They're for cleaning! Oh yeah, cleaning ovens...that's about as much fun as running two miles in sweatpants* in the sun outside on a track that's got so many dips and curves you trip every other step. Not that I'm complaining or anything.
I chose my Spanish name today. I could have chosen a standard name, easy to spell and pronounce, like Carmen or Teresa, or even Margarita (yes, people out there are actually named after an alcoholic party drink...or maybe the alcoholic drink was named after a person...must research this.) But I chose Marisol. Bitter sun. Oh yeah, I know what my name means. Darn right. No mamby pamby here. Como esta? Bien. None of this, "Um, aisy aisy?" And you know it. (I'm allowed not to make sense. Apparently, teenagers are unbalanced and have a lot of what we call "pent-up teenage angst.")**
Joey's finally fixing the tires on his car. About time, too. Oh, speaking of Joey, he let me borrow Silence of the Lambs the other day. I think canabilism is both disgusting and entertaining, in an, "Oh my gosh, I just ate frog legs (except they'd be human legs)," kind of way.
What'd I like to know is, who stole the cookie from the cookie jar? Was it you, Senor Cookie Monster? Or was it Elmo, just trying to frame you. I knew something was wrong when he started that laughing thing on the dolls. Seriously, just because you tickle the machine, doesn't mean it will react. It has to be truly evil to laugh all by itself, though. Think about that one....
*I can't find my gym shorts from last year, and can't find anymore. Apparently, I'm out of season now that I'm asking for shorts when fall is two months away.
**Whenever a commercial mentions teenage angst, I always feel like slamming a door just because now I have an excuse.
I chose my Spanish name today. I could have chosen a standard name, easy to spell and pronounce, like Carmen or Teresa, or even Margarita (yes, people out there are actually named after an alcoholic party drink...or maybe the alcoholic drink was named after a person...must research this.) But I chose Marisol. Bitter sun. Oh yeah, I know what my name means. Darn right. No mamby pamby here. Como esta? Bien. None of this, "Um, aisy aisy?" And you know it. (I'm allowed not to make sense. Apparently, teenagers are unbalanced and have a lot of what we call "pent-up teenage angst.")**
Joey's finally fixing the tires on his car. About time, too. Oh, speaking of Joey, he let me borrow Silence of the Lambs the other day. I think canabilism is both disgusting and entertaining, in an, "Oh my gosh, I just ate frog legs (except they'd be human legs)," kind of way.
What'd I like to know is, who stole the cookie from the cookie jar? Was it you, Senor Cookie Monster? Or was it Elmo, just trying to frame you. I knew something was wrong when he started that laughing thing on the dolls. Seriously, just because you tickle the machine, doesn't mean it will react. It has to be truly evil to laugh all by itself, though. Think about that one....
*I can't find my gym shorts from last year, and can't find anymore. Apparently, I'm out of season now that I'm asking for shorts when fall is two months away.
**Whenever a commercial mentions teenage angst, I always feel like slamming a door just because now I have an excuse.
8.03.2005
lickety split
man oh man. seriously. i feel good right now. really happy. i haven't done my homework yet, but that just means i'll be super happy once i've done it. but i've done everything that's due friday. and that's good. no real worries there, now. no constantly pressing thing in my mind, telling me that i haven't done something.and i found my locker, so my back hurts a lot less. and, even though i hate to run and i can't breathe and i felt like my side was going to split in two, i like the feeling i have at the end of the day. exhausted, but super duper happy. not a bad feeling. just wish i didn't have to go through the pain to get to those wonderfuss endorphins....
all is good. oh, my mom's birthday was yesterday. she seemed to have fun. my dad surpised her with a braves' game and an overnight trip to atlanta (she got to stay at the marriot marquet with her favorite cousin, who was happy to help with the surprise). she really loved it. and i got a nifty braves' hate. love them. kelsie's birthday is this tuesday. still have no frikkin clue what to get her. hopefully, we'll be having a wonderful weekend of relaxation and fun. that'll be nice.
all is good. oh, my mom's birthday was yesterday. she seemed to have fun. my dad surpised her with a braves' game and an overnight trip to atlanta (she got to stay at the marriot marquet with her favorite cousin, who was happy to help with the surprise). she really loved it. and i got a nifty braves' hate. love them. kelsie's birthday is this tuesday. still have no frikkin clue what to get her. hopefully, we'll be having a wonderful weekend of relaxation and fun. that'll be nice.
8.02.2005
i feel like
i'm cracking. like my mind is splitting in two. i feel like i'll never have a decent night's sleep ever again. is this just back to school blues, or something else?
i don't think i'll ever get any of what i'm supposed to do done by the time i graduate, let alone by friday. i made a mistake, i know i did. i shouldn't have taken this many honors classes. i'm going to crack. and worse, i already said that i was going to crack. this is totally effecting my writing and emotions and supposed "downtime", where i watch some tv or read a magazine while worrying about my homework the whole time. i've only been really happy when i've read all the mothers or mothers-to-be blogs, expecially simone's, because it's so exciting.
i sound like a teenage girl entirely for the first time in my life. all day long. that will probably be my breaking point. that, and pe for a whole semester.
i don't think i'll ever get any of what i'm supposed to do done by the time i graduate, let alone by friday. i made a mistake, i know i did. i shouldn't have taken this many honors classes. i'm going to crack. and worse, i already said that i was going to crack. this is totally effecting my writing and emotions and supposed "downtime", where i watch some tv or read a magazine while worrying about my homework the whole time. i've only been really happy when i've read all the mothers or mothers-to-be blogs, expecially simone's, because it's so exciting.
i sound like a teenage girl entirely for the first time in my life. all day long. that will probably be my breaking point. that, and pe for a whole semester.
8.01.2005
i just don't know
about this day. i mean, it's clearly had it's high points, but it's had points where i've just wanted to punch someone in the face. let's start with the bad, so i can end on a good note.
i got to the high school. got lost a few times. didn't eat much. didn't get to use the bathroom until lunch(which is the last lunch at 1:15). all of my teachers said the exact same thing, except for the last 4 periods, where they added,"oh, well, i know you've heard this all day, but you need to know...blah blah blah, yippidy yap, i love hearing the sound of my own freaking voice, yadda yadda, i'm retarded." then, when i get home at 4, i stay in my room working on school work until 6:30. then, i get online, thinking, "hmm, this will be nice and relaxing." but i was wrong. i hate it when people mistake my sarcasm. i said one thing, and apparently, it was the funniest thing these middle aged women can laugh about. yargh on them, that's all i gotta say.
but exploring the blogs hasn't been all that bad. simone is pregnant, and i am so happy for her. it's wonderful. and i'm happy with my school and most of my teachers. and my classes aren't as far apart as i thought they were. and i get to hang out with everyone during the last lunch, even if it's only for a little while.and it's not as though i didn't enjoy the homework, being the freak that i am. it's nice to have an excuse not to wade into the shark pool that is my family.
but still, just argh! it makes me so mad! i hate being laughed at, expecially by people who don't even know me. ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!
cheesiest line ever:
she was just doing her job, dave. just doing her job.
***i'm sorry. i'm just soooo mad right now. i don't mean to hurt you, because that's mean.
i got to the high school. got lost a few times. didn't eat much. didn't get to use the bathroom until lunch(which is the last lunch at 1:15). all of my teachers said the exact same thing, except for the last 4 periods, where they added,"oh, well, i know you've heard this all day, but you need to know...blah blah blah, yippidy yap, i love hearing the sound of my own freaking voice, yadda yadda, i'm retarded." then, when i get home at 4, i stay in my room working on school work until 6:30. then, i get online, thinking, "hmm, this will be nice and relaxing." but i was wrong. i hate it when people mistake my sarcasm. i said one thing, and apparently, it was the funniest thing these middle aged women can laugh about. yargh on them, that's all i gotta say.
but exploring the blogs hasn't been all that bad. simone is pregnant, and i am so happy for her. it's wonderful. and i'm happy with my school and most of my teachers. and my classes aren't as far apart as i thought they were. and i get to hang out with everyone during the last lunch, even if it's only for a little while.and it's not as though i didn't enjoy the homework, being the freak that i am. it's nice to have an excuse not to wade into the shark pool that is my family.
but still, just argh! it makes me so mad! i hate being laughed at, expecially by people who don't even know me. ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!
cheesiest line ever:
she was just doing her job, dave. just doing her job.
***i'm sorry. i'm just soooo mad right now. i don't mean to hurt you, because that's mean.
7.30.2005
the nightmare begins
agh. high school. i hate it already, and i haven't even started it. went to open house thursday to "view" the school. holy crap. my schedule's got me going from one trailer at the front to another at the back, to the middle of the school, and then down three different halls miles apart. AGH!
at least i have SOME classes with gracie and kelsie. granted, only one (geography) with gracie, and spanish and geometry with kelsie. but i was hoping to have math with kelsie, since we're super smart when put together on a math problem. and i'm glad i got gracie in geography, because she's uber awesome at social studies and whatnot.
hopefully, i have more classes with other people i like. hope to see sammy or nathan or james or anybody from our group. but my biggest worry about high school is seriously how the hell i'm supposed to go to all these classes within five minutes. WHEN am i gonna be able to even find my locker, let alone USE it?
grr.
at least i have SOME classes with gracie and kelsie. granted, only one (geography) with gracie, and spanish and geometry with kelsie. but i was hoping to have math with kelsie, since we're super smart when put together on a math problem. and i'm glad i got gracie in geography, because she's uber awesome at social studies and whatnot.
hopefully, i have more classes with other people i like. hope to see sammy or nathan or james or anybody from our group. but my biggest worry about high school is seriously how the hell i'm supposed to go to all these classes within five minutes. WHEN am i gonna be able to even find my locker, let alone USE it?
grr.
7.27.2005
from asdf.com
I just thought your site was kickin'. :) If I could use a publishing company for something, I would go through you. :) You guys really are on track with your theories, and only few people such as you have actually touched the inner meaning of asdf, the true sanctum. One such example, "asdf" converted into morse code is .- ... -.. ..-. If you take the .'s and convert them to 0's and take the -'s and convert them to 1's, you get the binary number of 010001000010, which is 1090 in decimal. The year 1090 just happens to be 2 years after Christodoulos of Patmos, supported by Emperor Alexius I Komnenos, founded the monastery of Saint John the Theologian on Patmos. Only *4* years after the year 1090 AD... The First Crusade (1095-99) captured Jerusalem; and the Latin Kingdom of Jerusalem begins. Now because the Crusade on Jerusalem happened only a short time after the crucial year 1090, we can convert the letters ASDF into the ancient hebrew alphabet, and we get Aleph Vov Daled Samech (because of the differences in alphabets, these might not be accurate translations). We take the letters, and convert them into one word. Alephvovdaledsamech -- which converted phonetically sounds like "A lef volv da leads a mech". We can then read these sounds into words, and we get "A left Volvo does leads a mech." Going further, we get "A left Volvo does lead the mechanics", or "A left Volvo does lead the mechanical industry". We can then read into it, that a "left Volvo", obviously a car made in a country where you drive on the left side of the road, will one day lead the mechanical, or automobile industry. Ford Motors Inc. must have found out about this information before I could disclose it to you -- for they just bought Volvo. Ford is obviously trying to change this age-old Hebrew prophecy, and claim the automobile industry for themselves! You must rally the people! To the top of Mount Sinai! We shall stop them yet! ARMAGEDDON HAS BEGUN
ha!
ha!
7.25.2005
certainly
wasn't expecting actual listeners on that last post. very frightening. gracie says it's because i kicked butt, but i think the scariest part is:
how did all of these people find my blog within two hours of when i posted that message? strange coincidence. gracie said maybe they'd typed "kick booty speech" in the google-ator (or what have you) and got my blog. what's weirder is that as i type this, there are no comments other than my own that go past the two hour mark on the comments. they ended at 12:40 am. that kinda creeps me out, that's for sure.
oh, gahshness, i just posted about a post. strange times. very strange, indeed...
how did all of these people find my blog within two hours of when i posted that message? strange coincidence. gracie said maybe they'd typed "kick booty speech" in the google-ator (or what have you) and got my blog. what's weirder is that as i type this, there are no comments other than my own that go past the two hour mark on the comments. they ended at 12:40 am. that kinda creeps me out, that's for sure.
oh, gahshness, i just posted about a post. strange times. very strange, indeed...
7.24.2005
i will say this once and for all
for those morons out there who think that blogs are just for whiny babies who want the whole world to know the most mundane things in their lives, i hate you. you judge what you don't know. and if that sounds cliche, think about this: maybe you're just scared to put yourself out there like other people. or maybe you know that negative gets more reaction than positive. any way, i hate that you judge me for wanting to type on the internet instead of write in a journal. at least when i post on this blog, i feel like somebody's listening or understanding, even if i get absolutely no comments for a week. i feel like i'm valued, and if that's not good enough for someone who has to harp on every single little thing, than screw you.
i'm writing this to no one in particular. suddenly, though, i felt angry at all of these hypocracies. i'm the world's biggest hypocrite, but that doesn't mean i'm not sick of it. i say i watch scary movies all the time, but i haven't in years. i judge people on the music they listen to, and even make some people feel bad about it, because i won't shutup about it. i want to be skinny but i don't want to do anything about it. i want to scream, but i stay silent. if i hear of a band name that might be even the tiniest bit cool, i immediately claim that i've listened to every one of their songs. wait, how did this become about my faults?
i hate it. just, agh...
i'm writing this to no one in particular. suddenly, though, i felt angry at all of these hypocracies. i'm the world's biggest hypocrite, but that doesn't mean i'm not sick of it. i say i watch scary movies all the time, but i haven't in years. i judge people on the music they listen to, and even make some people feel bad about it, because i won't shutup about it. i want to be skinny but i don't want to do anything about it. i want to scream, but i stay silent. if i hear of a band name that might be even the tiniest bit cool, i immediately claim that i've listened to every one of their songs. wait, how did this become about my faults?
i hate it. just, agh...
7.22.2005
south carolina
that's where i went on vacation. first, me and my grandma (hereafter known as bee) drove up to charleston. sitting in a car all day? not fun. but, that's mostly what the trip consisted of, so there you go.
charleston was BEAUTIFUL. we stayed at the indigo inn, which had a courtyard with fountains and whatnot. we did a horse drawn carriage ride tour around the battery. the guide was funny. couldn't hear a word she was saying. i was trying so hard not to laugh, because everyone was nodding at her like they knew what she was talking about, when i couldn't understand a single thing. next day, we hit the market. took us forever just to get through half of it. shopping wonderment, seriously. if only i had more money.....
we then drove up to myrtle beach. found it swarming with teenage derelicts, 100 beachware stores (mostly by the name of waves or pacific or eagles), 500 putt putt places (again, most of them were the same with themes like treasure island or hawaiin vacation.) what i want to know is, why would you do the hawaiin vacation one if you really wanted to completely experience myrtle beach?
anyway, night came around, and we went to the pavillion, a cross between six flags and a fair. it had roller coasters ( i rode SC's biggest one...my first roller coaster ride ever had to be a good one, right?) and short lines, so i loved it. we also hit a gift shop called the gay dolphin. biggest frikkin gift shop i've ever been in. went on for what seemed like miles and miles.
next day, we hit broadway on the beach, also filled with shopping places. i tell you something; if i had money, myrtle beach would be the first place i would go. they have THE BEST stuff i've ever seen. we were shopping for at least 4 or 5 hours before we got hungry and went to eat some barbecue. that night, we went to the carolina opry to see...what else? the carolina opry. and it was pretty good. much better than i thought it'd be. i even wore a *gasp* sleeveless, purple shirt and a *big, big gasp* pretty, colored skirt. i caught myself in the mirror somewhere and didn't even recognize me, i swear. really weird.....
then, thursday came, and we headed home after hitting the beach. we were in that car all day long. we left the beach at 10 and didn't get home till 8. and bee didn't want to listen to the radio, and i don't like listening to music that other people can't hear. it seems rude. plus, if you want to start singing to it, you can't, because the other person gets annoyed. so i sat in that car almost all day staring out the window. we did stop for an hour to eat. i had the best crab legs in the world (well, since they were my first, i can't be sure of that....)
let me tell you, crab legs are really tasty, but they're a pain in the arse to eat. i spilled iced tea all over the table, just trying to get the shell off. not pretty.
agh, so i'm tired, and i'm gonna go. glad to be back!!!
charleston was BEAUTIFUL. we stayed at the indigo inn, which had a courtyard with fountains and whatnot. we did a horse drawn carriage ride tour around the battery. the guide was funny. couldn't hear a word she was saying. i was trying so hard not to laugh, because everyone was nodding at her like they knew what she was talking about, when i couldn't understand a single thing. next day, we hit the market. took us forever just to get through half of it. shopping wonderment, seriously. if only i had more money.....
we then drove up to myrtle beach. found it swarming with teenage derelicts, 100 beachware stores (mostly by the name of waves or pacific or eagles), 500 putt putt places (again, most of them were the same with themes like treasure island or hawaiin vacation.) what i want to know is, why would you do the hawaiin vacation one if you really wanted to completely experience myrtle beach?
anyway, night came around, and we went to the pavillion, a cross between six flags and a fair. it had roller coasters ( i rode SC's biggest one...my first roller coaster ride ever had to be a good one, right?) and short lines, so i loved it. we also hit a gift shop called the gay dolphin. biggest frikkin gift shop i've ever been in. went on for what seemed like miles and miles.
next day, we hit broadway on the beach, also filled with shopping places. i tell you something; if i had money, myrtle beach would be the first place i would go. they have THE BEST stuff i've ever seen. we were shopping for at least 4 or 5 hours before we got hungry and went to eat some barbecue. that night, we went to the carolina opry to see...what else? the carolina opry. and it was pretty good. much better than i thought it'd be. i even wore a *gasp* sleeveless, purple shirt and a *big, big gasp* pretty, colored skirt. i caught myself in the mirror somewhere and didn't even recognize me, i swear. really weird.....
then, thursday came, and we headed home after hitting the beach. we were in that car all day long. we left the beach at 10 and didn't get home till 8. and bee didn't want to listen to the radio, and i don't like listening to music that other people can't hear. it seems rude. plus, if you want to start singing to it, you can't, because the other person gets annoyed. so i sat in that car almost all day staring out the window. we did stop for an hour to eat. i had the best crab legs in the world (well, since they were my first, i can't be sure of that....)
let me tell you, crab legs are really tasty, but they're a pain in the arse to eat. i spilled iced tea all over the table, just trying to get the shell off. not pretty.
agh, so i'm tired, and i'm gonna go. glad to be back!!!
7.18.2005
7.17.2005
striving
to look for good things in a dreary world,
but also, inexplicably, expecting it.
the thought that an old lady was mugged
makes you remember how wonderful your grandma is
and how nothing will ever happen to her
because this world is cruel,
but not to you.
you expect the husband to come home for his baby
like he did in the commercial
but sometimes they don't.
sometimes, women get rid of their children
sometimes, it's for a better life, but other times, it's not.
and of course you think,
i will never be this cruel.
we're all striving to make a difference,
but differences in our lives are often acceptable
to us, we who want the world to be perfect.
and there is good. much good. but it's
overclouded by semeritans and muggers.
but also, inexplicably, expecting it.
the thought that an old lady was mugged
makes you remember how wonderful your grandma is
and how nothing will ever happen to her
because this world is cruel,
but not to you.
you expect the husband to come home for his baby
like he did in the commercial
but sometimes they don't.
sometimes, women get rid of their children
sometimes, it's for a better life, but other times, it's not.
and of course you think,
i will never be this cruel.
we're all striving to make a difference,
but differences in our lives are often acceptable
to us, we who want the world to be perfect.
and there is good. much good. but it's
overclouded by semeritans and muggers.
7.16.2005
madness of all kinds of sorts
so i spent the night at gracie's with kelsie last night. sooo much fun. we were gonna film a real, life of mariam young movie, but we scrapped that for some reason. we also got footage of us just sitting around, talking. just, about random things. i was laughing so hard. it was great. it's weird, but they had a copy of charlie and the chocolate factory from the library, and when we were watching pirates of the caribbean, i decided to read it. wasn't that good, though. but we all stayed up until at least 3 am...i stayed up longer though. and of course, i'm the one that woke up at 7 in the morning. gracie was up for a little while, but she went back to sleep. i kept talking really loud to try and wake them up, which they didn't do until 10 frikkin 30. argh.
but my mom got off work, picked me up, took me to quicktrip to get one of my favorite fountain drinks IN THE WORLD. we were gonna go to media play to get the harry potter book, but joey had already gotten it. and since i was slated first to read it, i locked myself in my room (i think it was about 1:00). i took some breaks, but not for long. i just finished reading it a couple of minutes ago. and it was.....sooooo.....frikkin.....SWEET!. just, oh, the ending is so shocking. loved it.
cant wait to see charlie and the choc. factory tomorrow. i'm nervous about going to south carolina (where we're going now, since the kentucky plan fell through.) i can't wait to get back, already. that's kinda sad, isn't it? oh well. i'll live.
but my mom got off work, picked me up, took me to quicktrip to get one of my favorite fountain drinks IN THE WORLD. we were gonna go to media play to get the harry potter book, but joey had already gotten it. and since i was slated first to read it, i locked myself in my room (i think it was about 1:00). i took some breaks, but not for long. i just finished reading it a couple of minutes ago. and it was.....sooooo.....frikkin.....SWEET!. just, oh, the ending is so shocking. loved it.
cant wait to see charlie and the choc. factory tomorrow. i'm nervous about going to south carolina (where we're going now, since the kentucky plan fell through.) i can't wait to get back, already. that's kinda sad, isn't it? oh well. i'll live.
7.13.2005
don't you hate that vomitty feeling?
Like, one minute you're completly fine, but the next, out of nowhere, you just nned to vomit? Ugh, that's been coming at me like crazy lately. Gross. Moving on.
I'm glad Simone made the list. I like it when people put themselves out there. It's cool to watch. I think It's good to let people know little tidbits about yourself. Then, when you realize it or start doing it, you'll think, "at least I know that about myself."
I've been watching Veronica Mars lately (the only thing I can watch in reruns, since I didn't see the whole season), and I noticed the title song. I looked it up, and it is by what i now think is the best band ever to be featured on a television show. Their name? The Dandy Warhols. Their album? Odditorium or Warlords of Mars. Weirdest name ever, I think.
I want to write a poem about Kari. I feel so....sad about her.
I'm glad Simone made the list. I like it when people put themselves out there. It's cool to watch. I think It's good to let people know little tidbits about yourself. Then, when you realize it or start doing it, you'll think, "at least I know that about myself."
I've been watching Veronica Mars lately (the only thing I can watch in reruns, since I didn't see the whole season), and I noticed the title song. I looked it up, and it is by what i now think is the best band ever to be featured on a television show. Their name? The Dandy Warhols. Their album? Odditorium or Warlords of Mars. Weirdest name ever, I think.
I want to write a poem about Kari. I feel so....sad about her.
7.11.2005
it's great
to wake up in the morning to rain. the best part is, the sun isn't shining, so you can sleep as long as you want. i of course, only slept till 8:00, but i went to bed almost 10 hours earlier, so i wasn't feeling to bad about that.
it's also great to wake up without your parents their dictating what you can have for breakfast. great to just look in the freezer and go, "hmm, i think i'll have ice cream and popcorn for breakfast." thank goodness we have orange juice now, or else there would have been no nutritional value whatsoever during that meal...except for maybe the dairy in the ice cream.
whenever i think about ice cream, i think about the food pyramid. ice cream's on top, but it starts to melt (because heat rises), and it starts hanging out with all the other food....so maybe that means ice cream is more nutritional than i thought.....hmm.
it's also great to wake up without your parents their dictating what you can have for breakfast. great to just look in the freezer and go, "hmm, i think i'll have ice cream and popcorn for breakfast." thank goodness we have orange juice now, or else there would have been no nutritional value whatsoever during that meal...except for maybe the dairy in the ice cream.
whenever i think about ice cream, i think about the food pyramid. ice cream's on top, but it starts to melt (because heat rises), and it starts hanging out with all the other food....so maybe that means ice cream is more nutritional than i thought.....hmm.
7.10.2005
oh, well
guess i'm not that interesting. thought so. thank goodness i was right, or else i'd have to hang myself for being wrong.
i had fun making the list though. expect more super duper long lists in the future. thanks, jennifer....
i had a heavy duty knife out earlier to cut something up, and it broke. just broke. no, "oh, i think i'm tired, i'll lie down for a sec.". nope, just tore off. i can't even close my knife up now. the scary thing is, i was trying to destroy a backstreet boys video. i kid you not (though, if you don't believe me, ask yourself, "who wouldn't want to tear up a backstreet boys video?")
ah, i'm tired. and comedy central still isn't playing dimitri martin, darn them.
i had fun making the list though. expect more super duper long lists in the future. thanks, jennifer....
i had a heavy duty knife out earlier to cut something up, and it broke. just broke. no, "oh, i think i'm tired, i'll lie down for a sec.". nope, just tore off. i can't even close my knife up now. the scary thing is, i was trying to destroy a backstreet boys video. i kid you not (though, if you don't believe me, ask yourself, "who wouldn't want to tear up a backstreet boys video?")
ah, i'm tired. and comedy central still isn't playing dimitri martin, darn them.
7.09.2005
100 things you didn't know about me (preceeded by jen's list)
- i love brocolli, because it's what i would eat at my grandmother's house when i was little.
- i'm a hypocrite and a liar, and i know it.
- i love my friends, even the ones i haven't talked to since before school ended. (like chynna or pam).
- when i hate someone, they can be easily forgiven if they do something nice or make me laugh, even if they're someone like kandis.
- it doesn't take much for me to make me hate you, so it doesn't take much to make me forget about it.
- sometimes, i get so mad, i forget everything i'm thinking and just concentrate on my hands, which have begun clenching and unclenching themselves.
- i really can't decide who my favorite singer is, but i love listening to cassie franklin's lady margaret over and over.
- i only sing songs in their entirety from the soundtrack to cold mountain, because those are the only songs i can remember without having to listen to the music.
- 95% of the music i listen to once, the next time i can at least sing half of the song.
- if i read something about how bad something is, i immediately say i hate it (as a result, i haven't listened to my s club 7, avril lavigne, or ashlee simpson cds in a while, and also haven't brought myself to watch gigli)
- i love the movie glitter. i love any movie with good singing except for musicals....
- i cry in the "sad" parts of comedy movies.
- i haven't watched any of the movies i have in my room (about 50 or so) in over two weeks.
- if i don't watch a movie at least once a day, it's because i'm somewhere where a tv/vcr isn't available.
- i can sing and carry on a conversation at the same time.
- i'm scared to death of going to high school
- i think i signed up for too many honors classes.
- i'm often mistaken for a suckup, but the truth is, i have nothing better to do than homework, and i don't like not getting good grades.
- when i got an 89 in the fourth grade, i cried intermittenly for a week, and won't stop complaining about it.
- during a st. simon's island trip, i stole some spanish moss from a tree before the guide told us that there were chiggers hidden in them....i then put it in a plastic baggie (which i packed because i'm so smart.)
- i want to live someplace where street racing won't be a problem, because i love speed.
- when i get mad, i picture myself ripping everything apart and pissing everybody off.
- but when i get mad, i think about what i'm going to say, and most people forget why i'm mad at them when i finally confess that i am.
- most of the time, i'm being sarcastic mean to people that have hurt me in front of my friends or my friends.
- i've only been really mean on purpose a few times.
- really mean for me entails me thinking through what i'm going to say, knowing that it will be mean, but saying it anyway.
- i hate the way my body looks.
- if i could still eat chicken, i would be able to become a vegetarian.
- when i start listening to a cd, i often skip a lot of songs, leaving only about 10 minutes of use for the cd.
- i've only really hated a few movies...i'm probably the most lenient judge when it come to crappy movies.
- i cry everytime i see the end, middle, and beginning of pay it forward.
- i cried reading harry potter.
- i pretty much cry at anything that rouses any emotion.
- one time, me and kirstie went out into the lot and said every cuss word we knew and phrase involving a cuss word we knew.. we were out there for about 20 minutes.
- i've known kirstie since i was three years old, gracie since i was about 10, and kelsie when i was maybe 11.
- my mom used to live next door to my dad's mom's future boyfriend's daughter.
- i suck at any kind of sport.
- in second grade, i was one of the best volleyball players on my team, which was the best in the school.
- i never, ever participated in jump rope for heart, because i was lazy and fat.
- sometimes i fake that someone hit my cyst so they'll stop hitting/attacking/attempting to dunk me in the pool.
- i love e.r., but hate that weird dr. kovac guy and mekhi pheipher.
- napoleon dynamite was NOT the best movie i've ever seen...it was good, but i can't watch it more than once every three or four months, at least.
- before i saw n.d., i knew half of the quotes.
- after everyone saw n.d., i could quote the whole movie (though not entirely with the accents).
- i've never been in real trouble.
- in the third grade, i brought a book to school about rape and loaned it to a friend, who got it taken up.
- i was called to the principal's office, and he confiscated the book, but nothing else really happened.
- my best friend used to be tesla starr.
- apparently, i thought she was the worse person in the world, because when she started homeschool the next year, i badmouthed her to everybody.
- that was the year i met gracie.
- if she hadn't gone to homeschool, i might be the biggest snob in the world...even bigger than kayla s.
- i used to steal gel pens from the guy sitting next to me.
- i know i'm smarter than most people my age, but i'm not smarter than my friends.
- most people my age are complete idiots....it's not a "oh, he's just 15 thing." they're real morons.
- my favorite teacher of all time would have to be mrs. oliver, followed by ms. seagraves and mr. shiflett.
- i used to have a crush on sammy, jw, mathan, and james (at different times).
- the only person i've told before now is jessica ken.
- i'm completely jealous of tara starr because she has money and i don't.
- i never really liked any of the girls i had to hang out with at school.
- most of the guys were okay, because they were almost always funny.
- if they weren't funny, they were in a bad mood, and i got to go into "hillary's a very nice and protective person mode."
- i've only threatened to beat up my brothers and chynna (and really meant it).
- everytime i think of when i threatened to beat her up, i feel completely guilty about it.
- i get sad that i never get any phone calls or mail.
- i get mad at myself for getting sad over such a stupid thing.
- i quit basketball camp after the second day because i hurt all over, sucked, and couldn't face having to go back the next day and be humilated.
- everytime i had gym this year, i knew i'd have it beforehand (even at dutchtown.)
- i still talk to the one person who i really liked at dutchtown sometimes.
- i didn't like family guy until chance made me watch it.
- i still don't like to watch the newest episodes of it.
- i can't stand to watch south park, didn't watch all of team america, but love the guys behind both things.
- i've only seen baseketball twice, but can quote any part from it.
- my favorite line from any movie is from empire records: lucas:"i think everything's going to be okay, joe." joe"what makes you think that?" lucas: "who knows where thoughts come from, they just appear."
- i introduced my family to empire records one at a time, watching it with each and every one of them.
- it was all within a week of eachother.
- i'm scared to get my cyst taken out, because there's a slight shance they could hit the nerve around it and paralyze my left hand.
- i hate going to the beach, because i get all sticky and smell funny.
- apparently, when i was about three, i saw my uncle, sat him down, and wouldn't stop talking for over an hour.
- when i was little, i went with my grandparents to waffle house, ordered bacon that wasn't yucky (which i immediately sent back) and a glass filled with ice and a spoon.
- my grandparents didn't know what i was going to do, so they sat and watched. when i finished my meal, i started spooning out the ice and eating it.
- i used to hide things in my diapers (including food)
- one day, my mom asked me where my hot dog was, and i pulled it out of my diaper and took a bite from it.
- i love everyone in my family very very much.
- i check all of the links i have at least twice a day, sometimes more.
- if it weren't for kelsie, i wouldn't know of half as many books as i do now.
- most of the time, when she starts reading a book, i want to read it too.
- i stole a few of my mom's romance books...they weren't that good, but i don't know what to do with them so they're still in my room
- i like writing poems but i can't stand reading them.
- i learned to square dance at school a few years ago, and still know all the words to once of the songs.
- i feel really guilty about things that i've done years ago, and when i think about them, i still cringe.
- i also feel guilty about making you read this long list,and copying it from jen.
- i love the fact that jen is so happy with her adorably children, and tries to help in her own ways.
- i no longer have a crush on the person i was crushing on, though i wouldn't object to going out with him (because i still think he's very hot).
- the person i had a crush on is probably the last person anyone would see me with.
- i watch dvds on fastforward with the subtitles so i can know what they're saying without watching it.
- i love reading gone with the wind.
- i know the entire munchkin scene from the wizard of oz.
- i'm glad i'm the only girl in the family.
- most of my work doesn't take me long (this only took me 30 minutes) and math problems are my favorite things to sit down and work on, write after crossword puzzles then wuzzles.
- i miss everyone when i'm not around them for too long, and am dreading the trip to kentucky, because then i'll miss everybody i know except my grandmother.
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