oh, you said play your game boy. i thought you said...something else.

foolish me. i thought the day was going good. i got to draw all of 4th period instead of taking a test, read in 3rd period, threw paper airplanes in 2nd period, and talked about food in 1st. boy, was i wrong.

lunch made me mad. i don't know how, but it did. maybe it had something to do with the fact that i realized that i'm not going to county. that right there ticks me off. i worked on my project for over a month, every day, touching disgusting, feces-ridden algae. other people did their project in a day and get to go to county. ugh.

then there was a fire drill. now, correct me if i'm wrong, but if there is a fire, would you really mind if half of the student population was set afire? that half that nobody really needs, maybe? you couldn't pay someone enough to do a job like that, so why do we have to practice AVOIDING fire? ok, so maybe fire drills might have their advantages. like, me not dying. and maybe i'm pissed off. but you know what? it's true.

i get home, try to relax because i'm about to kill someone, i swear. my mom, who has been sick for a week, calls me down. "there are no more spoons, hillary." let me mention that i am the dishwasher in the family. "so?" is my, i believe just, reply. "you better wash me a spoon so i can eat."

hmm. let's think about this. time it takes to wash spoon? 10 seconds. time it takes to argue with daughter that you're sick and are therefore unable to run a spoon through hot water and poor a little soap on? ten minutes. i wasn't about to give that up. then i started thinking about how everyone was in the room with her except for me. how hard would it have been for someone to get up and wash a spoon? seriously.

i'm gonna go and do homework. because even though i'm taking an honors class and doing obscene amounts of homework every weekend, they don't want us to have any more advantages than "normal" kids. so they've decided to take away those 5-10 little extra brownie points we get, because "it's just not fair to the kids not in honors classes." yeah. ok. you keep telling me that. i'll just get the fire extinguisher for your pants. or maybe all those fire drills we've had can help you out.

why is the chicken missing a wing? "i bet the buffalo stole it..."

i made bbq tonight. a lot better than last time. used more beer and less sauce, making it a lot lighter. i really don't know what else to post about.

my eye is getting better. i can semi-see through it now. i still don't understand the geometry enough to remember anything. i have to look at it for a minute before i understand it again. and i'm still having nightmares about it, so i don't know.

i need some new music. i'm wanting to listen to some soundtracks, but i haven't been able to find any good ones. usually soundtracks are the cheapest, and normally have at least some good music on it. hopefully, i'll find something.

i think i ticked off kelsie's dad. i just don't know when to shut my mouth, i swear. maybe i'll learn one day.

i hate james patterson. he's a whore who can't write. that's right. i said it.

chuck norris has counted to infinity. twice.

things that have been bugging me lately.

yes. let the emotional baggage spill out on the tarmac. i'm lettin' it all out.

1. the fact that chance always plays devil went down to georgia when we're at waffle house.
2. the fact that i scartched my eye on wednesday, couldn't open it thursday (and therefore didn't have to go to school yesterday), and can barely see today.
3. chance not liking pink floyd, collective soul, or any other classic music.
   
4. chance only listens to rap. bad rap, too. not the good "lettin' you see my soul" kinda rap, no no. the "smack my bitch and pay me my money, slut" kinda rap.
5. my shirt hurts my eyes.
6. people who can't speak correctly.
7. people who can't put a sentence together.
8. kirstie's in stockbridge and she didn't even call.
9. half of my friend's are breaking up, and some of them just think its normal that they're breaking up with someone that they've gone out with for three years.
10. chris penn died, and nobody cares, even though he was the best actor in reservoir dogs.
11. underworld two was horrible.
12. i keep having nightmares about the geometry that i don't understand, but haven't been to class since wednesday.
13. that guy at the meet who was an ass.
14. the henry county schoolboard for making me reapply to go to SHS.
15. the people that live downstairs who want to make sure that we keep their cat inside while they're away, even though they've been told repeatedly that i'm allergic to cats. but no, this doesn't bother them at all. screw the girl with the allergies who's sneezing all the time. we gotta make sure our cat can get to his scratchy post. whores.

yeah. i kinda have to clean my room now, because that's REALLY bugging me, not being able to get to my bed.

nice guy eddie: "you mean he was about to kill the cop?"
mr. orange: "yeah, man, it was horrible."
NGE: "you mean this piece of shit right here?"
MR.O: "yeah, man."
NGE: *shoots the cop* "there, now he's dead. now you want to tell me why you shot mr. blonde?"

way to go, chris penn. way to go.

"looks like somebody's having a case of the mondays..."

the paper thing turned out fine. gracie printed it out for me, God bless her. today's just been a bad day. the first half i was bored, and the second half i was contemplative. i was fairly quiet for both, though. i was scared out of my mind in biology, but i don't feel the need to post that entire story here. i was angered in geography, and again in english. spanish just passed by. i stared at the wall in geometry. i just don't know. today got me thinking. i'm the only one that can't seem to let what happened go, and i have no clue why. maybe its because i was so close. but so was lee. and it's not like he was talking to me. but you know what? that's talking about it. so i'ma stop that now.

well, at least science fair is almost completely done. all i have to do is present it.

school is killing me, i swanny to gah.

mother freaking ukranian.

i am about to be physically sick right now, i swanny to goodness. kelsie just called and said her parents were mad at me for using their printer. MOTHER FREAKING!!!!!

yes, i should not have procrastinated. it's partially my fault. but goshdarnit. if she could have told me say, friday, that her printer would have been unavailable, i could have asked someone else. but now it's 8:45, and i'm not allowed to call anywhere, and no one is home because they're all at church, and DANGIT. i'm screwed. unless gracy'll help me out. hopefully one of them can.

or else i'm really screwed.

lady margaret

Lady Margaret was standing in her own room door,
a comb in her long yellow hair,
When who did she spy but sweet William and his Bride,
as to the church yard they drew near.

Well the day passed away, and night came on.
Most of the men were asleep.
Lady Margaret appeared all dressed in white
standing at his bed feet.

She said, "How do you like your bed?
And how do you like your sheet?
And how do you like your fair young bride,
that's lying in your arms asleep?"

He said, "Very well do I like my bed,
much better do I like my sheet,
But most of all that fair young girl,
that's standing at my bed feet."

Then once he kissed her lily white hand
and twice he kissed her cheek.
Three times he kissed her cold corpsy lips,
then he fell into her arms asleep.

Well the night passed away, the day came on,
and into the morning light.
Sweet William said, "I'm troubled in my head,
by the dreams that I dreamed last night.

"Such dreams, such dreams as these,
I know they mean know good.
For I dreamed that my bower was full of red swine,
And my bride's bed full of blood."

He asked, "Is Lady Margaret in her room?
Or is she out in the hall?"
But Lady Margaret lay in a cold, black coffin
with her face turned to the wall.

Throw back, throw back those snow white robes.
Be they ever so fine,
And let me kiss those cold corpsy lips,
For I know they'll never kiss mine.

Then once he kissed her lily white hand,
and twice he kissed her cheek.
Three times he kissed her cold corpsy lips,
then he fell into her arms asleep.

what can i say

except that i felt like a change?

and that i'm No. 4. and all of my friends are in the top 30. and that is just so fantastic.

you get bubonic plague from skinning bobcats?

i guess i'll have to think of a new hobby. i tried scrapbooking, but i just ended up putting my pictures on my walls. lord knows what will happen if i try candystriping.

today was an ok day. i had a lot of time to do a lot of work, and i didn't do any of it. not one little bit. that's me, a procrastinator until the very end. luckily, for my group project, all i have to do is make sure everyone does their research, and i can type everything up for the paper (which won't be too horrible.)

i hate viruses, though. i don't care how they reproduce. i don't care about some moron who skinned a bobcat with cuts on his hand without wearing gloves who got bubonic plague. all i need to know is how not to get it and what to do if i do get it.

i'm a horrible person. i ruined gracy's practical joke last week. but that's blown over now, due to circumstances.

ooh, i forgot about mlk jr wknd. it was fun. i went to bee's and ate partner's pizza and shopped for shirts and jeans. i actually found some tshirts that i wouldn't mind being seen in public in, which is nice. of course, it took forever to find some that would fit, since they have some strange sizing system. normally, i fit into a large. but an x large wouldn't even go over me head. i had to go to the big big girls dept, and even those are a little snug. now before you start thinking that i'm some kind of walrus, let me just say that though i am big, i am not THAT big. like i said, i'm normally a large. but no matter. i got good shirts at good prices, so i'm hep.

well, accept for the whole hobby thing. i really need to work on that....

you have to shave it like a beard, or else it won't count....

i love that movie. i should stop beginning posts like this. bad habits, you know.

yeah, nothing's happened. been doing science fair projects. halfway done. just gotta do the research paper. and a virus brochure for sci. and sell joey's car. and...yeah. i hate school. i should get over that though.

oh well.

jemima j. is the best book ever. yeah.

the fabulous fox

ommfgs. i swanny to gah, that was amazing. we went into atlanta tonight to the fox theater to see the pink floyd laser show. not a fullon concert or anything, but as close as i've ever been. it was WONDERFUL. the first half, they showed the wizard of oz with the beginning of the dark side of the moon. and it was dead on. i've never actually done that before. it was amazing. then the second half, everyone was singing all the songs out loud and clapping and yelling. the only bad thing was the fact that you had to pay for 3-d glasses, which we didn't know until halfway through the thing. we were wondering why everyone had the glasses, so we asked the usher, and he said we had to go get them. so i got them, and we watched the rest of the show in 3-d. it was much better. not saying the first part was bad. the second part was just...much better.

it's actually been a pretty good day, other than carsickness. we went to HCHS for ss fair (thank God that's over with!) we had to wait two hours for an interview that lasted for maybe 2 minutes. i was , to say the least, perturbed. but we did have fun with charlie, james, and enrique. found area 51 and subsequently made foil hats and arm bands. gracie's dad was nice enough to buy us some biscuits from the hardee's across the street, and earlier in the morning we got some french vanilla coffee. it has really been a wonderful day.

and i didn't get a concert T because that promotes commercialism. or the line was too long. whichever one makes me sound better...

i shot my eye out!

so on the way to school, the joemobile is perfect. it only take five minutes to warm up, doesn't stall once, and certainly doesn't stop once. it is the car i always knew it could be.

when leaving the school, we notice a grinding sound coming from the engine that we have never heard before. we don't think much of it, and just keep riding on.

we decide to take a different route home, probably an omen of what was to come. as we go to turn onto the "highway," going right out into the intersection, the joemobile collapses like an old man running a marathon. luckily, we're not actually in the traffic. unluckily, there is a big SUV right behind us who saw us heading out, but didn't realize until it was too late that we had stopped. so suddenly, we feel the biggest hit ever (well, maybe i'm exaggerating), and see that big SUV has hit us. the only pain i felt was the seat belt jamming into my throat. turns out, a teacher hit us. but the funny thing is, there was only a little dent in the joemobile, when there should have been a lot more damage.

the kind of scary thing is, that a little while ago, my lower back and my lower left arm started hurting. i'm going to wait a little while before i tell mom, though. i have been known to imagine my ailings....

no no no it ain't me babe.

i consider myself somewhat ritualistic. when i play solitaire, i have to have the aces up just right, and end the game in a certain way. i organize my cds by genre and then alphabetically. i listen to cd's chronilogically. if i read the second book before the first, i have to read the third and then go back to read the first. but this new year has got me thinking that i'm too ritualistic for my own good.

at midnight, i made sure empire records was playing in my room, i was reading a book, and a cd was playing, all while i was outside finishing my malt liquor. i made myself promise that next year, i would be doing the exact same thing an hour before midnight. then i wrote down my new year's resolutions, burned the edges of the paper, and put it in the bottle of my finished smirnoff (twisted.) i also lit a candle, but only for a couple of seconds. my rituals scare me sometimes, and that's all i can say for right now. then again, this is the first time i've been alone new year's to act that strange. normally, kirstie's here, but this year, she had "other plans." but it was fun. again, it's good to be my own best friend.

the day started out with chris going on about all who was coming over to our house that night to party. he had gone to the store and bought tequila and beer (my mom later went and bought the twisteds). but as it turns out, chris's friends are losers who decided to get drunk at home, so he just got drunk in front of us. chance was curious as to why he was making the faces when he was drinking the tequila, so chris offered him a sip. that was the absolute funniest face i've ever seen, on chance's face and of all time. he had to drink a bottle of water before he stopped coughing. we were playing cards for a while, and then at midnight, we went outside and yelled obnoxiously. it was fun. we lit some smoke grenades, and some bottle rockets, which were duds. georgia needs to not outlaw fireworks. that's really annoying. but all of our neighbors had some high class fireworks, so we stayed out and watched them for a while. then i went to bed at about 3. it was a fun night, rituals and all.

and yesterday i cleaned my room (it's just never clean enough for me to settle down.) and dyed my mom's hair. i keep worrying about my science fair and ss fair projects, which are due pretty soon. and health class, for some reason. yargh. i hate it.

happy new year, everybody. wonderful year to you all. 3 1/2 years till i'm outa high school. woot.