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!
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.
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