feck you

No hay escuela. No tengo me estudiar. Quieren que una fiesta. Me gusta bailar. Hoy es....spring break.

That's right. It's that time of the year. I have the option of sleeping in until the little birdies outside of my window wake me up, in which case I reach for my BB gun and take care of that little problem, allowing myself to fall asleep once more. Yes yes. I need to get some Red Bull. That'll work wonders for my sleeping patterns, let me tell you. I'm about to walk to CVS right now and get some. Mmmm. Nothing better, really. Except for cranberry apple raspberry juice. That stuff will make you quit crack, I swanny.

I really have nothing to post about. Other than random thoughts. Which is fun. Gracie stole my lucky green bug. Silly whore. :0) Joey was driving like a maniac earlier. We need a new car, because we get stuck at the house all weekend with only one car. I know I sound selfish, but come on. This is the 8th time in a row it's happened. Aggravating. And I can't get some sandals, which I so desperately need.

Holy crap. I gotta go. It's about to get dark, and I HATE walking through Stockbridge at night. Goodness. I'll probably post more nonsense later. If that makes anyone feel any better...at all.

"on a scale of 1-10, today would be bad."

today really was a crappy day. I tried to do my speech. I went up to the front of the class, said the first four lines impeccably...and then I froze. After I said the same line 3 or 4 times, I finally said, "You know what? I can't do this," and went to sit down. Apparently, everyone else thought it was funny. That made it easier for me. Better luck...Thursday. Gracie's doing my same speech, which is good because I have someone to practice with. It's kinda bad, though, because I'll feel like I have to compare myself to her. Just because that's the way I am. Not intentional envy, you understand Gracie, but just there.

And then Kelsie got mad because I didn't. Get mad, that is. And I wouldn't shutup about the fact that she said "bastard." I've just never heard her really cuss. But I shouldn't have been such an ass about it, and I'm sorry for that, too.

Thank God spring break's so close. I'm going slightly mad. If only I could skip these last three days, I'd have it made. I'm going to try to talk my grandma into getting me all 7 of the Alexander Dumas books over break. Believe me. I'll do it.

My Speech

In faith, I will. Let me peruse this face.
Mercutio's kinsmen, noble County Paris!
What said my man when my betossed soul
did not attend him as we rode? I think
He said that Paris should have married Juliet.
Said he not so, or did I dream it so?
Or am I mad, to hear him speak of Juliet,
to think it was so? O, give me thy hand,
one writ with my in sour misfortune's book!
I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave.
A grave? O, a lanthorn, slaughtred youth,
for there lies Juliet,
and her presence makes this vault a feasting presence
full of light.
Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interred.
O, how oft have men been at the point of death
when they have been merry! Which their keeper's
call a lightning before death! O, how can I call this
a lightning? O, my love, my wife!
Death, that hath sucked the honey off thy breath
Hath had no power yet over thy beauty.
Thou art not conquered. Beauty's ensign yet
is still crimson in thy lips and in the cheeks,
and death's pale flag is not advanced there.

I hope this triangulation shit works

Just watched Dangerous Lives of Alter Boys. Hilarious. Sad ending, though. Makes me think twice about jumping into a cage full of cougars, that's for sure.

I think I've finished my English paper. I'm gonna see if I need to fine tune it tomorrow in class, but I think it's good how it is. Which makes me proud. Just wanted to say that. It doesn't make me proud that I don't understand my math homework. Or that I haven't learned my speech yet. Or studied for my test tomorrow. And all I can think about is sleep. That actually makes me feel kind of nauseas, just knowing all the crap I'm putting off until tomorrow.

"I'm just kidding," has got to be the most annoying phrase I've ever had the misfortune to hear 65 times in a row. That's right. 65. and I'm not even exaggerating. He counted. Well, at least I know Joey can count. I was a little worried there, for a second.

"Who am I kidding with these *awesome* lies?!"-Homer Simpson

tarte tatin, you are my everest

So I wake up this morning, sick, as I've been since Thursday night, and read a little bit of The Count of Monte Cristo, which was a pretty good book. I decide that yes, today is the day that I will do it: today is the day that I will make Tarte Tatin. From the moment I saw Dave Leiberman make it on his show, I knew that this was the upside down apple pie for me. So we went to the store at 4:00 and got apples. And I cooked the apples. And I burned the apples. Now, you'd think I would have been like, well, since I burned the main ingredient, better stop. But no. I made the crust. I cooked it. I tasted it. And I threw up in my mouth a little bit.

I feel so sad that I failed. I mean, I know it said that the recipe was difficult. But mostly things that say difficult aren't for me. I want to be good at cooking, because cooking takes my minds off of things. Cooking gives me something to do, and if I'm not good at cooking, what am I good at? Nothing. Except for being a semi-decent friend. And I'm not even that good at that.

Agh. The rest of my weekend was okay. I watched Donnie Darko. Made no sense. Maybe I'm just stupid, though. But seriously. No sense whatsoever. I watched Malice, too, partly because I had just watched While You Were Sleeping and was kind of crushing on Bill Pullman. But I'd never seen that movie, so I had no idea that I would come to think of Bill Pullman as a loser who married an avaricious psychopath. Ech.

I finally finished the Count of Monte Cristo though, at the expense of my English paper and my recitation. Like I said, it was pretty good. I still love the movie, though. I love them both, but they're different (obviously, since the book's like, 600 pages.) It said in the back that one guy tried to make it into a 20 act play that took two days and a crew of over 100 to finish. Surprisingly, it didn't do very well.

Poor guy. He probably thought that he was good at adapting books into plays. Boy, was he wrong.

she's the bookworm

this weekend i did something. this weekend, i bought cookbooks. three, to be exact. they were only a dollar a piece. can't wait to try them out. i also bought alice in wonderland....on cd. i know, it's cheating, but i couldn't help it. again, it was a dollar. and i've never read alice in wonderland. so i got it. and i liked it, though i'm not sure if i heard the whole thing. i'ma ask kelsie about that.

yesterday, chris took me to on the border. i LOVE that place. if i could live there for all of eternity, i would be in heaven. those chicken flautas? holy crap. my mouth was watering just looking at them. but anyway. back to sunday.

he then took me to see she's the man. yes, chris likes tweenie movies. as do i. if it makes you feel better, i wanted to leave during most of the movie, because it was so over the top. good premise, though. i liked it enough to want to see it when it comes out on dvd. then we went to barnes&noble, and i found another great deal. they had the count of monte cristo (a 700 page book) for only $7. i got it. then we went to best buy where chris spent $200 on all of the buffy seasons, and he spent $8 on an italian cd i wanted. it was good. it was pretty much what you'd hear in an italian restaurant though. i was kinda hoping to listen to their culture a little bit. but now i have no money, so alas, it cannot be.

i can't believe i'm saying this, but thank God i'm about to go to school. it's the only place that sells my cranberry apple raspberry juice. i swanny to gah, i'm going throught withdrawal.

that's right...all the tea.

being alone is tediously boring
i've got a book to read, but i don't wanna read it.
can't think of any good movies.
all i can think about is the fact that i'm stuck at the house
because my dad has the only car we have for working
and i'm stuck here, every weekend
doing nothing but watching movies and reading books by myself.
my mom gets jackie to take her to work. i sometimes walk. but it's still lonely.
grr.
i need to get a job.
and a driver's license.
and a car.
then maybe i will not be so lonely.
hopefully.

oh no you didn't.

matt just insulted my pizza. matt. the guy that goes around "good gaming" my brothers and their friends. (for those who don't know, this is when matt goes up to my brothers and slaps them on the ass. i think it's because he's gay, but they insist that they all do it...though i've never seen that happen.) and it's not even MY fault the pizza burned. it's dad's. so...there.

today has been spectacular. drew cartoons in spanish for me friends (because apparently, i'm pimptastic like that.) i had my lucky bouncy ball today (which allowed me to open a jammed locker and help friends out.) yesterday, because i had my lucky bug, i made a 100 on a math test (and i'm still beaming.) my teacher got half of her eyebrow cut off and didn't notice it. i thought that was strange.

chance like, just threw up my pizza. i wonder if that's a bad sign, or if it's good in the fact that he ate so much of it because it was delicious....

we'll see...

my hair

will not comply. i have worn it up. i have worn it down. i currently have the top clipped in the back (though it keeps falling apart.) i need new hair.

or better yet, i need hair that doesn't (for some reason) fly out on the side in the morning, making me looking like an airplane about to land. i need hair that doesn't frizz up when i put on another tshirt. i need beautiful, lovely, wonderful. amazing, fantasmigorical hair.

and i need it now, damn it.

hand

is
scratching
left
hand.
it
hurts.
i
am
bone
tired
after
doing
2
and
a
half
hours
of
homework.

what
to
do
what
to
do?

froggin ashpool

me and you and everyone we know. not a bad movie. not the best movie i've ever seen. i guess it was supposed to be poignant. i don't know. movies that are supposed to be like that rarely make me think, "wow. that was a life changing event." the one lady was psycho. how she ever got the guy, i'll never know. the little kid was cute. he starts talking to this woman online (and he's like 6, by the way.) she asks, "are you touching yourself?" and he looks down at his hands at the keyboard, his thumbings touching, and says, "yes." that was pretty funny.

there was a part where a goldfish died. that disturbed me.

but no. like i said, it wasn't horrible. miranda july didn't know a half bad job. it was just one of those indie movies. indie movies you have to be in the mood for, you can't just watch whenever. you have to be thinking, "hey, i'm feeling fairly intelligent tonight, why don't i try a movie that nobody understands and dissect it piece by piece?'

or something like that.

obsession

really. it's just a person. how is it humanly possible to still be thinking about said person? it's ridiculous. i'm calling the HeavenHelp us hotline, because they messed with my thinking capabilities.

i have not been able to concentrate on one thing i've been doing. people's emails? i thought i read them, deleted them, then realized i had no clue what they said. the dishes? i had to go back and rewash half of them. my homework? yeah, ask me how to find the measure of the exterior tangent angle. i won't be able to tell you.

i hope this stops. honestly. it's not good for my hormones. or my fish's hormones. he sees me bouncing off the walls, he starts doing it too.

seriously. this (half) sucks.

i need a printer.

i'm sick of relying on my friends when i have to print something out. sick of paying 10 cents a page at the library (25 cents for color.) it aggravates me that though i've 'finished' my project, i haven't really, because it's not printed out. grr.

random facts now, since i can't formulate my thoughts but want to type anyway:

i feel bad for dana reeve. hunter has the biggest feet i've ever seen. geometry teacher lied to me (she is definitely not a good teacher as she claims to be.) i'm sad about stephanie. i hope she doesn't have mono. i hate school, really and truly. i hope it falls over backwards onto a sharp and jagged rock. i don't want to write my english paper. i will write it, even though she might not be taking it up, because there is a possibility that she will. i screwed up on my english test today. i feel good about my biology test. i didn't speak in spanish. i almost cussed out a prep because he took the bag off of my bubbles and threw them behind the trailer steps, because he could. people like that piss me off. my fingers are numb. i'm sick of cooking/washing dishes/doing homework/trying to cheer people up. i love storm. i had a crush on my 8th grade teacher. i have 5 pairs of sunglasses (roughly.) my middle name is marie. i love my middle name. i now own over 125 cds. the firstcd i ever owned was a hanson cd. the first cd i ever bought was a britney spears cd. the last cds i bought were the soundtracks to eurotrip and reservoir dogs. i love my fish, for the sole reason that he doesn't expect anything more from me than to feed him in the morning. when i wake up, he starts zigzagging in his tank. i drink from the milk carton. i have picked my nose in public (in the past week.) i have scratched my back in public. my mom was adopted. i have hard spots on my feet. this paragraph just ended.

chew chew chew chew your bubblegum

i love jazz. i really and truly do. i love to sing to it, to listen to it. not that i've gone hardcore or anything. just the basic ella, frankie, satchmo, count bassie...people like that.

and of course duke. can't forget him.

carpool tunnel

today we went to see romeo and juliet at the atlanta shakespeare tavern (right next to a strip club, which i thought was convenient for the male actors, but i guess that's just me.) on the bus ride over, i realize that we will be going through tunnels. i am absolutely terrified of going through tunnels.

believe me. i know how ridiculous it sounds. "tunnels? what the hell is wrong with this girl that she is petrified of tunnels?" but hear me out.

as i was watching my daily e.r. fix, i realized that they were in a tunnel. and the tunnel collapsed. and hundreds of people died. and it just freaked me out so much, the thought of going through one just...makes me wanna cry. i don't know why. like why i think of calendars when i turn on a light. it's just one of those inexplicable things. and the lights freak me out. in my mind, the lights are there as a backup plan. as an, "oh, if the tunnel falls on you, at lteast you'll still have light as you're being crushed by 12 cars." yeah.

anyway, given my current fear of tunnels (and the fact that atlanta is apparently made up of them), i decided to close my eyes. if you don't see it, it's not there, right? kelsie thought it'd be a good idea to keep mentioning the tunnel. "oh look, we're in a tunnel. oooh, so tunnelly," etc. i was seriously freaking out in my own little mind, on the verge of tears. i don't think they took me seriously when i said i was afraid of tunnels. but kelsie soon remedied her way of thinking.

so we saw the play. and it was good. couldn't understand guy playing capulet, and the guy playing romeo was the most good looking man i have ever seen up close. it ended like it was supposed to. very tragic. but very uplifting to see good looking men in tights. almost uplifting enough to make me forget it was a tragedy.

mmmmm.