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?

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~!

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.

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.

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'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.

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

50 things you didn't know about me (the horror thrives due to boredom)

1. I care way too much what people think about me
   
2. I'm jealous when my friends hang out with people other than me.
   
3. I realize that that's ridiculous, but I still can't help it.
   
4. My little Booger is going to be 10 on Wednesday. I am so proud.
   
5. The only reason I liked Nixon in the first place was because it seemed to freak everybody out.
   
6. I can't stand to look at Madonna, but sort of like her music.
7. Joey's Daft Punk CD regularly gets stolen by me.
   
8. If I had to make a soundtrack to my life, Stand by Me would be on it.
   
9. I hate the idea of housework, but love cleaning the house once I get into it.
   
10. I weigh about 175 and am 5'6.
11. As far as I know, I've always been at least 50 pounds overweight.
12. Sometimes I'm freaked out about it, but most of the time, I don't think about it.
13. I love to run, but can't breathe, redering running for long amounts of time impossible.
14. I need a job to pay for college/car/insurance/bullcrap, but am too shy to ask for an application.
15. I know I'm going to fail my learner's test next week.
16. I know I'm going to do better than Joey did driving.
17. My mom says she quit drinking a couple of weeks ago, but I know she hasn't.
18. This bothers me on some level, but I'm used to it.
19. I've gotten drunk twice in my lifetime, both times with Chris and his friend Kyle.
20. This makes me think that I'll grow up to be just like my mom.
21. I vow not to drink again until it's legal for me to do so or until I'm peer pressured into doing it.
22. I miss Kelsie and she's only been gone 3 days.
23. My prescription for Zyrtec ran out a few days ago, so I'm haivng trouble breathing.
24. I lova the ER.
25. I lova the Gilmore Girls *though you probly already knew that*
26. I don't expect anyone to actually read this list, seeing how it's uselessly long.
27. I think Jeremy and Kris are hilarious, and Simone is sweet.
28. If I post after I read their blogs, I try to be witty and smart.
29. I love to post my feelings to the whole world, which is why I have several screen names and a myspace account.
30. 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.)
31. I think way too much about the future.
32. Just for one day, I would love to not talk.
    
33. My friends, however, think I'm moody if I don't, so I end up talking to clarify that nothing's wrong with me.
34. I have no freaking idea what I want to be when I grow up.
35. This is petrifying, because my parents are pressuring me to hurry it up and figure it out.
36. I'm thinking I want to join the army, but I know I'll have to get into shape first.
37. I read a Meg Cabot book at least once a week.
38. I don't read as much as I used to, due to lack of time and attention span.
39. My dad's car always smells like maple syrup.
40. I'm always afraid that I'll be left behind wherever I am.
41. I can't find my birth certificate or social security card.
42. This list was going to be 100 things, but I'm getting bored.
43. I'm perfectly fine sitting on my butt all day in silence.
44. 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.
45. I like to make up words when I'm bored.
46. My friends like to use the words I make up until I get tired of them and think up a different word.
47. I copy Joey's tone of voice and speech patterns, phrases and words, and spread them around at school.
48. All through this list I've been thinking, "luke better marry lorelai, dammit, or I'm gonna have to castrate someone."
49. I realize how incredibly sad this is.
50. 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.

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?

i hate you

dammit, quit spamming me. i'm sick of it.

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.

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.