unforgettable

so today, out of sheer boredom, i went outside to pick blackberries. of course, i stepped on glass on my way outside. how????? i mean, hello?!? when has there ever been glass in my roo......wait, hold on. my pyrosense is tingling....oh, right. the other night i was lighting magazines on fire and putting them in a glass bowl, and the bowl shattered from the heat. hmm, weird the things you forget.

chance's old bed is now in my room. which now makes my room look like a whorehouse, with it's two beds and fluffy pillows. i've always wanted a whorehouse in my bedroom, and here i get it, all in a neat little package. thank God it's not an ugly center of escapades though. it almost was, what with the butt ugly sheets at biglots. but we went to walmart, the best store in the universe (except for macy's and target and kmart and dollar store and you know, anywhere). we were in line with our bedsheets for a freaking hour! i even got out of the line to keep from going insane, and was gone for what i thought was a long time (for a storeline to move) and when i got back, my mom had barely moved at all. who the heck shops at walmat anymore anyway? it's horrible. there's absolutely no good cds or movies. NO vhs' whatsoever. and horrible clothing selections. just ugh.

so i guess the whole point of this post is: savetoby man is a hypocrite, and if you ever bought anything ever from him, i will stap you with a watch. but i'll keep the link up there, because the guy is so funny in his being a hypocrite, kind of like a man with one of those funny glasses/nose/mustache thing. i love that mask....

question?

what do you get when your little brother won't stop eating cheese sandwiches?

fat chance.

ha, just joking. he's not that big. just a little chubby. but i love him. he's so cute. especially when i call him booger. he gets either mad or happy then, depending on how many people are around.

it hurts that i love destiny's child, even after all these years. "i'm a survivor *what* i'm not gon' give up *what*"

WARNING!

new blog to your right. watch your step.

complete and total strangers

i feel like i'm surrounded by them. i mean, i know basic things about my family, mostly because i'm here all the time, with thin walls. i hear almost everything, and know pretty much anything that goes on in this house sooner or later.

but i don't know my friends that well. and them, likewise, because i'm always careful around everybody what i tell them and what i dont. the things i keep secret and the things that i say i keep secret. i feel like i'm lying all the time. but i'm not. even right now, as we speak, i'm talking to gracie, and she doesn't know how i feel right now. (of course, she'll probably read this and find out, but...).

it's frustrating. i just feel like most of the things i have to keep secret, i can't tell anybody. but i don't want that. i want to at least tell my friends how i feel. which i guess means that this blog serves a purpose. maybe. it lets me be all cowardly lion on everybody and not actually have to talk to anyone about it but conveying the message, nonetheless. yargh.

went to three autoparts stores today. first guy was hilarious. he kept asking the same questions (is you suv big or small? ) and my dad was getting really mad when someone who works with him came up and talked to him. the guy was probably the most entertaining part of my day. the second place had nothing, and the third place, the guy was nice. they had messed up deals there, but he recognized them as such. he didn't try to make them seem normal. that was cool.

maybe i should be a movie critic. goodness knows that i love watching movies enough. i watched armageddon three times last night. once by myself, once with my mom, and once with my dad, after the first time, i started looking for camera tricks and realized that the movie was really crappy in that respect. too much drama in some parts, not enough in others. oh well.

i think that's my catch phrase now: oh well.

cecilia

when my fish woke me up at 2:30 by beating on his freaking glass, i was a little upset. and he didn't stop doing it. just when i started drifting back into sleep, he'd slam into the tank again. after i lost all of my pillows by throwing them at him, i got my cd player, put in simon and garfunkel, and listened to cecilia until i fell asleep. that stupid microscopic devil will just have to wait until my cd player breaks to wake me up again. i'm not taking any chances. it looks like me and cecilia will be getting to know eachother pretty well.....

oh yeah, and i changed the template and put the links on there ALL BY MYSELF, since i knew kelsie wouldn't help me. HA!

cute

i'm sure she didn't mean it, but i was called cute. not, "oh my goshness, that girl is cute in those shoes." cute as in "look at the little baby try to eat the habanera pepper."

i think that one day (when i have complete control over your minds), i will abolish the word cute. it will be on ballots, of course (as in, who is cuter, alex trebeck or richard nixon or terry cullen?) but it will NOT be used to describe shoes, dresses, 12-65 year old females or babies who spit up their food, because that is not cute, it's noasty, and i'm pretty sure the people who have to clean up the spit feel about the same way.

i also don't think the phrase "okey dokey" should be allowed either. a simple ok will do. just to letters. if you're really anal, 4. as a matter of fact, anyone who even refers to the words cute and okey dokey in my present will subsequently be shot in their pinky with a ballpoint pen.

and think about this: cute is one letter more than cut, which stings, which is one letter away from stinks, meaning that it's horrible, a word that's first 4 letters can be misconstrued to mean whore, which is just filthy, a word whose base word is filth, which is near flick, which can sound like another word that ends in uck, as in ucky. cute is ucky., and that's all there is to it.

(ha. i made you read all of that. and by reading that, you gave me temporary control of your mind. muhuhahaha, cute is well on its way to being destroyed.)

alanis morissette

she can kinda sorta sing, but now with her weird "happy" music, she's not as good. that's right, i liked the original alanis, the canadian who stole this american's heart. isn't it ironic? ha, i laugh because it's a pun and....yeah.

i watched the second bridget jones. i watched it on fast forward, because i knew what they would be saying, but i still wanted to read the captions to see exactly what it was. very funny when she's in the thai prison. probably the best part of the whole movie.

tried to watch taxi. i love jimmy fallon and all, but i can't stand queen latifah. she bugs me. she's almost as bad as mandy moore, but not quite.

this week, i told my mom that i'd clean the basement for dad, since all i'm really doing is making him a cheesecake. i'll have to do it next week though. there's nowhere near enough time to clean that thing. it'll take at least 3 days. but at least i'll be doing something other than watching crappy movies or searching the country stations for that ONE song that they never play. grr on them, by the way.

chance called me a bitch. i thought it was kinda funny. then i got angry at him when he started complaining that dad spanked him. get over it. he used to be a lot worse. as a matter of fact, this is the first time i think he's spanked someone in a few years.

okay, i changed my mind, a.m. is starting to annoy me. she's just screeching over and over. STOP THE MADNESS!!!

yesshh letters!

Mr. Superintedent man-

This letter is written on behalf of Hillary Jones, a graduated student from Stockbridge Middle School. She is receiving treatment at this agency for issues related to anxiety and depression. During the last school year Hillary experienced significant increase in depression and anxiety after being assigned to a new school. At that time this agency sent a letter indicating that it would be in Hillary's best interest to return to SMS. She was later reassigned to SMS, and subsequently her symptoms improved. However, Hillary's mother, Mrs. Jones, stated that Hillary may be faced again with being assigned to another school that is not in the Stockbridge school district.

Dr. Pscyologist, MD, who works with this agency, assessed Hillary and asked this letter to be written to the school system. We have deteremined that it would be in Hillary's best interest to remain in the Stockbeidge school district and to attend SHS. She is continuing to take medication and to receive therapy at this agency.

Thank you---signed Ms. Therapist.


Dear Mr. and Mrs. Jones,
After carefully reviewing your daughters psychiatric concerns and situation, we have approved of the crossing over of attendance lines to Stockbridge High School from Dutchtown High School. Her brother, of course, will attend with her, as it is not our policy to separate siblings. We are sorry for this inconvenience.

---signed, principals of SHS and DHS.

OH YEAH!!!!!

otown

i swear, otown sounds better in a different language than english. i'm listening to the numa numa song. oh, how i love it.

david keeps talking about the vols. i hate them. it's all about the bulldogs. at least i can talk to him about cool things that no one seems to watch, like spaceballs and monty python. or blazing saddles.

it's fun talking to people who actually partake in the conversation.

oh spent the week at grandbees. such fun. i'm tired though. and i know that this isn't much of a post, but i am bored right now and need something to occupy my time.

i swear, that pop group will drive me insane in english but make me love them in german.

silly old weather

thanks to all the freaking rain that we've gotten almost EVERY SINGLE DAY this summer, the humidity's gone up like a billion percent. at least the heat's not as bad as it could be. but still, i feel sticky all over. argh, sometimes i hate this silly old weather!

do you ever feel like you're always holding back? i feel like that all the time. in my mind, i think before i speak, but that costs time, time that could better be used telling people what they need to do. in my house, i do all the chores. i clean dishes, i wash clothes and bathrooms, and i sweep floors. when i forget or have friends over, my mom freaks out. i want to tell her,"i work in the house every freaking day. i deserve to forget when i'm thinking about something like tory or when i have my friends over". seriously, this is the first time i had them over, and she expects me to clean the floors in front of them? to do the clothes? no.

last night i stayed up until 2:30 just thinking. i hate it when i do that. because generally, the later i stay up, the earlier i wake up. so i woke up at 7 this morning. i'm tired of thinking about tory. it's just so...heartbreaking.

the last day of school, everyone was in an uproar about whether or not the school was going to clean out his locker and all of the grafitti written on it in his name. there's "we miss you tory" all over the school. i pity the janitors because they'll have to clean it all up. i keep thinking that when they cleaned his locker, all of the teachers stood around and prayed. at least, i hope they did. i know we would have.

here i go, being all sad again. hopefully we'll be going to peachtree city soon, so i can see my grandmother and gracie and kelsie at the same time. drive the golf cart around, laugh about embryos, eat at partner's. oh yes, oh joy.

this week

has been fun. kelsie and kirstie spent the night thursday,. we watched the mtv movie awards and ate doritos all night. gracie couldn't go, since she has some weird infectious disease in her eye. we watched the babysitter's club (i'm not gonna cry), which i hadn't seen in forever. which is probably good, because it was horrible. we wanted to watch the breakfast club, but it's rated R, so kelsie couldn't.

i'm listening to toybox right now. very funny. very weird. i made my friends listen to some monty python. oh, what fun. and i dyed my hair. it's now a weird dark burgundy color.

i watched the count of monte cristo. wonderful movie. read pride and prejudice, mainly just to see if i could. it was funny. i loved it. once you get into the style, it's almost exactly like any meg cabot book, except without the likes and whatevers.

omg i make the best fried eggs EVER. i just made myself some, and i put a little ranch on it, and it was sooooo good. best stuff i've ever eated for breakfast, i swear. the trick is to break the yolk, spread it over the egg, but keep it on the egg.

i feel like cooking. good thing father's day is coming up. i'll bake my little heart out then. whoohoooooo.

sorry for the ramblings. i just feel unfocused. i keep thinking about tory for some reason, and i'm trying to get myself distracted.

and please, simone, no more chain thingies. i can't stand them. but since you're so cool and everything, i did it. just for you........

someitmes i get road rage so bad, it's scary. but you don't own a car. that's what makes it so terrifying.

weird baton passing ness

This weird baton thing that was sent to me needs to continue, so good jorb there.
1. The person who passed the baton to you:
Simone.

2. Total volume of music files on your computer:
3 gigabytes

3. The title and artist of the last CD you bought:
Jet-Get Born and Dane Cook- Harmful if Swallowed

4. Song playing at the moment of writing:
The Fireman Song- Toybox

5. Five songs you have been listening to of late or all-time favorites, or particularly personally meaningful songs
Songs that I've been listening to recently:
1.I like Chinese- Monty Python
2.TNT- AC/DC
3.Sound of Silence- S&F
4.We Will Rock You- Queen
5. This Fire- Franz Ferdinand

6. The five people to whom you will 'pass the musical baton.':
Kelsie
Gracie
Chynna
Stephanie
Johnny Warbucks

road trip?

argh. my grandma wants to take a road trip with me. drive as far as we can in the car, stop to eat or sleep or look at something we like. i said, yeah, that'd be awesome, when do we go?

her reply: "ufortunately, we can't do this unless your little 9 year old brother chance can come along too."

AGGGGGHHHH!!!

i understand that if i go, chance will have no one here to look after him while chris is at school/work, and the rest of them are at work. i get it. but chance, though i love him because of his adorability, is annoying. especially in the car. and here's something else: he wouldn't enjoy it unless we stopped at theme parks. guess what i despise most in the world? that's right, that'd be theme parks. mickey mouse, the six flags man, they are all followers of satan and the dalai lama.

that irks me. but here's news on my oldest brother: he's taking college algebra. he was taking writing, but he dropped it. don't ask me why. he also went on a date. very weird to have my brother confer with me before a date. he told me his date said she was a princess and a tomboy, so he said, you must be a queen. i laughed.

i've been taking walks. short ones, maybe a mile. it's nice. i didn't realize stockbridge has sidewalks. i love walking in the morning. the air smells better. not as hot or humid. it's nice. except for when the dogs bark at me. i get so freaked out for some reason. it terrifies me. i don't know why...

have fun, be fun, live fun.

my stupid fish

he keeps doing it. it's amazing, really. i guess he senses what time i normally feed him, and starts banging on his tank when i don't feed him then. i just wish he would have done this during school. that way, i wouldn't have needed that pesky alarm clock that cost $9.95.

silly fish.

favorite songs (20)

1. We Will Rock You- Queen
   
2. Sound of Silence - Simon and Garfunkel
3. Devil Went Down to Georgia- Charlie Daniels Band
4. That's Life- Frank Sinatra
5. Fat Bottomed Girls- Queen
   
6. Timothy- Jet
7. This Fire- Franz Ferdinand
8. Ann Maria- Nirvana
   
9. Godzilla- Blue Oyster Cult
10. Money- Pink Floyd
11. Comfortably Numb- Pink Floyd
12. Bohemian Rhapsody- Queen
13. I Don't Give A Damn 'Bout My Reputation- Joan Jett
14. Run Like A Squirrel- The White Stripes
15. What A Way To Want To Be- Shania Twain
16. Can't Keep Me Down- Pink
17. Lady Margaret- Cassie Franklin
18. Simple Melody- Ella Fitzgerald
19. The Boys Are Back In Town- ?
20. Ramble On- Led Zeppelin