i've actually forgotten what hidden hostility felt like...

I really have. For the past year, if I didn't like someone, I told them. If they annoyed me, they knew it. I made it a point to let them know they were doing something that irked me. But I can't do it anymore. Two people. Two people have continuously gotten on my nerves these past few weeks, and I haven't said one word.

See, I think it's better the other way. The other way, I let them know they annoy me and we put it behind us. No more of me being bothered by there gum-popping/excessive borrowing of the things/copying homework daily. But now, it just builds up to where I can barely stand them. But I like these people. I actually care if I'm being mean to them. Maybe I'm being condescending, thinking they can't handle my honesty. Just thinking about it pisses me off. It hasn't been my day, really. This is the part where I bitch about it, but I just...won't. I will tell you that I swept a lot. And got to listen to music (3 whole cds). And my scalp itches like crazy. And now I can't sleep because of the red bull. Yeah. I wish I were more eloquent. Sometimes. Maybe. Perhaps. yeah.

well, this sucks

I woke up at 6:20 this morning after passing out at 9:30 last night. But that isn't what's bothering me.

I left the TV on when I went to bed last night, and when I woke up, I saw something that disturbed me.

ABC

just ran a news story about MoistureLoc and ReNu products and the relationship they have between eye infections.

Um, hello? I have had eye infections. 3. And I use these products. I immediately got them treated. But come on. Red eye. Feels like there's a cut. Sensitivity to light. Blurred vision. It's all there. That kinda makes me a little bit angry.

i rock peas on my head....

I just got back from the talent show at my school. For the most part, it was pretty good. There was these two people I didn't like (one couldn't dance and the other couldn't hit her high notes...and there were MANY high notes). All of MY friends were fantastic. Trevell's brother and the girl he did his skit with were fantastic. I'm glad they got first place. These two other kids got third because they drummed hardcore-ness. My friends won no prizes. But I'm sure it was a hard choice. Brock sang that John Legend song, "Ordinary People." He kinda choked up a little bit throughout the song, and I felt bad for him. But he's got such a GREAT voice. Very soothing. I told him we should sing a duet next year. If, you know, I ever build up the courage to do such a thing. I've been singing since I got home, though, just to prove that I can. Anyway.

It was fun at the show. I got to hang out with my friends away from EVERYONE. It was pretty much just us (and Chrisie) being groupies to our friends. Wonderful.

I don't know how the elections went today. I know a lot of people who voted for me...and a lot who didn't. I'm not sure who I know more of. We'll see, I guess. I told Standiford to call me and tell me, but I doubt she'll do it. Argh.

I've introduced some of my friends to Empire Records. So far, they all agree that it is one of the BEST MOVIES EVER CREATED. It's the only reason I watched Armegeddon.

Ok, now I'm just rambling. Not even wittily (?)

I don't know if I want to see United 93 or not. Even the previews for it make me cry a little bit. I think it is too soon. I'll probably wait until it comes out on DVD so I can rent it and cry uncontrollably in the comfort of my own room, because that's just what I do.

Oh. Anyway. I'm tired. I suppose I'll go to sleep now. Maybe. Perhaps. We'll see. Alright. Let me stop rambling and leave you in peace.

"fuck everybody" by chance meerganni

Someone tried to frame my brother. I thought it was funny, myself. Especially the way they spelled his name. Heh.

So yesterday (my skip day), I spent the whole day thinking about all the crap I was going to have to do at school. Ugh. But we went shoe shopping. I got some replacement house shoes, some warm winter fuzzy shoes, and the sexiest pair of shoes i've ever seen. They have 5-inch heels. Holy crap. They are wonderful. Now those are shoes. Then we ate at Captain D's (mmm...fish!) and went to see American Dreamz (Dreamz with a "z"). It was HORRIBLE. I hated it. There were funny parts. But it certainly didn't live up to what I expected. And I strongly dislike Chris Kline (?) anyway. Ew. Then we ate some Krystal chicks, and it was all good.

I love my grandmother. For serious.

Tomorrow's the big election. Wish me luck. I will dance my heart out to "Barracuda" if I thought it would help. I know. Disturbing visual image.

just summing up my day

Wake up a full hour before I'm supposed to. Get dressed. Watch a movie, since I have time. Have "American Girl" stuck in my head for the rest of the day. Get in car with Vomit's Mother. Proceed to get driven to school. Pray to God as Lumina swerves in and out of lanes. There were no blinkers. Thomas Edison would be disappointed in mankind. Step onto school property. Talk to pothead friend Charlie. Listen to extremely racist song about Mexican Americans before Gracie arrives. It is 7:50 AM.

Kelsie has arranged (somewhat awkwardly, seeing how it was lucky I checked my e-mail at 10 the night before) for we to meet her sister and mother in the front of the school to retrieve her campaign posters. Gracie and I exit school building. We see van that may belong to Kelsie's mother. Approach cautiously unless we are incorrect in our assumptions. "Yell out Kelsie's name," Gracie says. "KELSIE!" I yell, prompting stares. The van jumps to life. I am handed a stack of papers, tape, and a note saying something to the effect of "Thanks and keep your hands off of the Billy Currington poster in my locker, even if you do know the combination." Walk away, feeling slightly like I just participated in a drug deal. It is 7:55 AM.

Mr. TreasurerPoser approaches. "I'll wear your sticker today if you wear mine tomorrow." As I'm not to be in school tomorrow, I saw no problem with this deal. I intend to still wear his sticker. I just don't know what good it'll do him. Is that evil?

Walk miles and miles in Geography due to (and there really is no better way to put this) fire drill plan created by a group of mentally challenged people. Get told class before us is group of assholes (by our teacher). Get cranberry grape juice. Die on the spot. Go to NAVY jet simulation. Laugh the entire time, because two men behind me intend to play "Touch His Penis and Get Yelled at." Giggle. Almost vomit. Rest of day is a blur due to jet-induced headache. I remember somewhere in there discussing Jane Eyre and Mr. Rochester's sex life. And my own. But that's about it. Oh, and I'm at my grandmother's house right now. And skipping tomorrow. Yeah.

Aren't you glad I summarize so fantastically?

Hi, I'm Hillary, and I'll be your treasurer this year

Well, hopefully.

So one of my opponents came up to me last Friday and said, "Don't worry Hillary, I won't be campaigning much." The weekend goes by and I completely forget compaigning even starts today. So I walk into school

and BAM! Vote for Such-and-Such is EVERYWHERE. I'm not even kidding. Even in the bathroom, for goodness sakes. You know what this means?

It's on.

See, honestly, I'm not a very "popular" person. I enjoy my group of friends and rarely talk to many other people. Usually I act like I'm having a bad day, which probably isn't the best mode of "Vote for me," but it amuses me. So when I put my name in, I thought, "Well, it'll be fantastic if I win, but I won't expect anything," though I was really thinking, "I better win this, or I will probably have some kind of breakdown that even Tom Cruise couldn't fix, even if he did have all of his little Scientology equipment." Yeah.

So I think to myself, Hey, I'll get some posters and put free candy on it and put them around the school, and it'll be all good. When I reach for my wallet, I realize something.

I'm broke. I have no money. The girl who aspires to be treasurer has no coinage in her purse. Oh, the irony.

Argh. I hate What's his face. He needs to fall on a sharp object and lose his left testicle. That's all I have to say about that.

i'm in love with my FLYGIRL name

1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME :(first pet and current street)
bogart shepherd

2. YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME: (grandfather 4 the guys/grandmother 4 the gurls on your mother's side, your favorite candy)
runell gummi worm

3. YOUR "FLY GIRL/GUY" NAME: (first initial of first name, first two or three letters of your last name)
hmo

4. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color, favorite animal)
red goldfish

5. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where your family is from)
marie college park (doesn't sound very glamorous...)

6. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (first 3 letters of your last name- last 3 letters of mother's maiden name, first 3 letters of your pet's name)
morgle sir

7. JEDI NAME: (middle name spelled backwards, your mom's maiden name spelled backwards)
eiram elgac

8. PORN STAR NAME: (middle name, street you grew up on)
marie shepherd

9. SUPERHERO NAME: ("The", your favorite color, the automobile you drive)
the red chevy

15 things movies have taught me

1. The call is ALWAYS coming from inside the house. ALWAYS.
2. The price is wrong, Bob. The price is WRONG.
3. If you're a pregnant cheerleader and rob a bank, it's ok, as long as there is a disgruntled B-squad cheerleader there to give you an alibi in exchange for getting her on the team.
4. You should never be an "angerball." I don't know exactly what that means, but I'm sure it's not good.
5. There will be sharks. Oh yes. And there will be blood.
6. Shoot until the gun is empty/don't "split-up" into groups.
7. The only way he'll die is if you cut his body into little pieces. And even then, watch out.
8. If you absolutely MUST go to Whitecastle, take a cellphone, a substantial amount of an illegal drug, and mapquest it. And don't let Neal Patrick Harris hitch hike. He's all about ruining your car with "love stains" in the backseat.
9. Don't desert the Confederate army for some girl you've only talked to twice. You will infect her with your seed and get shot by an albino.
   
10. If there is a comet headed towards Earth, don't shoot a nuclear missile at it. Send a group of deep-core drillers to it to drill to 800 feet (not a foot less) and plant the nuclear missile inside. But make sure it doesn't have to be detonated by hand, or else Bruce Willis will die.
11. Kevin Smith is a god.
    
12. If you must kidnap a cougar, make sure that you use something a little bit stronger than a Nyquil/heroin mix. And that there are no OTHER cougars. And don't seduce your brother.
13. Magnum will stop even a speeding M-shaped death star in its tracks. You should practice it.
14. Fly direct to Berlin. This goes along with Number 8. None of this getting anally raped and killing off the Pope (and becoming the new one). Just fly direct, and you won't have to worry about weird Italian guys molesting you during tunnels.
    
15. Life is not like the movies.

I enjoyed that.

blob of stupidity

I just did something incredibly, unbelievably stupid, which may or may not have an adverse affect on the way I spend the rest of the school year. We'll just have to wait and see. I'm trying not to think about it until I get confirmation, but holy crap.

In the scheme of things (life, love, aluminum foil, toasters) it's probably not as bad as I'm making it out to be. But it kind of is, I guess. To me.

WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME?

Thank you for your patience. I'm sure when I am a shell of my former self, alone, rotting on the desolate wasteland that was Earth (because this will cause the world's infrastructure to inevitabally collapse), I'll send you a postcard.

Much love to my post-Armageddon friends.

GHP

I really don't know what GHP entails. Other than me apparently having to list everything I've ever read. Not really. Actually, I don't know. Possibly.

I'm glad I finished Jane Eyre. With all my other stuff, I don't know how I would be able to read it. Gracie's finally getting into it, so I can talk to her about it. Kelsie'll get there, I guess. Eventually. Hopefully.

This week kinda passed quickly. Only, like, 5 weeks left of school. That's pretty awesome. That'll pass quickly, I'm sure. EOCT is coming up, though. That's gonna not be good. And we still haven't heard from the BOE. Lame-os. Losers. Lumpkins. ...Lardasses. Yeah. Enough with that.

I'm happy right now. All day I've been kinda switching moods. I honestly think I have some kinda mood disorder. I was really angry this morning, then happy by the end of first period, then sad, then....just a lot of different things. Maybe I just had a crappy day. Alright, well. That was fun.

with the crushed ice, please

So I had my first Coke since Lent began. It wasn't as good as I thought it would be, honestly. Oh, it was good. But...I guess I just built it up too much in my mind. Oh, well. I like to think that it made God happy, and I'll tell you why I think that. All week long, I've been hearing everybody talking about what they were going to do over Easter. "Oh, we're having a big feast," or, "we're going to my aunt's house to eat turkey." And all week long I replied with,"Oh, I'm just gonna be at home, eating my chocolate bunny." So I woke up, and sure enough, there was the traditional chocolate bunny, the Princess Diaries 7, and Go Ask Alice, which is the most messed up, retarded book I have ever read (Oh, hey, I tripped on acid covered chocolate covered peanuts). And I really expected nothing else out of the day. But then, miracle of all miracles, my parents actually decided to take us to my grandmother's house. I know, it doesn't sound that big, but it was to me. I honestly felt like God granted me a favor. I don't know. Maybe that's just me being retarded.

Anyway, we went to Grambee's and ate delicious food. I got to hang out with Naomi, Brianna, and Kaleb, who I haven't seen in forever. I was kind of nervous around them at first. But I can be good at breaking the ice when I feel like it, so we were having a lot of fun by the time we left.

Oh, it was a great Easter. Much better than I expected. But now I'm tired, and I'm going to try to finish my scrapbooking before I go to sleep (hopefully).

Heh. adios.

i felt like taking a break

Ugh. I am bone tired. I did most of my homework last night. Not because I wanted to, really. But because there was nothing else to do. And I'm almost done with my R&J project. I just have to do the scrapbook pages, the title page, and make the CD. I stayed up until one o'clock last night (this morning) doing this stuff. But at least I'm coming to an end with it. And I don't have as much work as others, since I've already read Jane Eyre. And plus, so far, our plans for Easter include me eating a chocolate bunny. And that's about it. Hopefully, this will change, but I doubt it.

Kris' mom asked me to hide Easter eggs. I was tempted to tell her to shove them up her...well, suffice it to say, I didn't. I just said, "No thanks."

I am so tired.

"I'm so hungry I could ride a horse....I don't get it....I could ride it to the store, I guess."

what the hell are you talking about?

Today was good. Other than the fact that I have massive amount of homework, I should be ok. I stayed in Standi's class through lunch, which was pretty fun. I enjoyed swearing like a sailor. It seemed to amuse her. I love talking to her. She's a fantastic person. Love it.

The rest of the day went well, too. I've been working on Romeo and Juliet project for a while. I took a break to work on the CD I'm making for extra credit. My playlist looks like this. Hopefully, it'll improve. I don't know yet, though. I'm aiming to finish the whole thing tonight, but that might be too optimistic. We'll see. Well, must get back to work. Ta, dahling.

Prince Escalus Speech Giive Peace A Chance- John Lennon
Romeo and Juliet Meet Just in Time- Dean Martin
Balcony Scene Ella- Louis Armstrong and Ella Fitgerald (or I'm Beginning to
See the Light- Ella F.)
Tybalt/Romeo Fight If You Want Blood (You Got It)-ACDC
Romeo is banished Hit the Road Jack- The Blues Brothers
F. Laur. tells Romeo not to kill himself The Show Must Go On- Queen
F. Laur. devises plan for Juliet Help- The Beatles
Ending Just One of Those Things- E.F. or Come Together-
Aerosmith

R&J

Romeo and Juliet did not win in rhe end. The fact that they both killed themselves over eachother is proof enough. Though the feud between their families ceased in light of the tragedy, this did not really help either one of the dead ones. it is said that true love conquers all, even death, but what Romeo and Juliet had was hardly true love. It was more akin to teenage lust. The only thing Romeo and Juliet won was an all-expense paid trip to hell for the heinous way they acted.

Maybe this needs a little revising before I turn it in....

interaction with the neighbors (rather long)

Hillary hears arguments ensuing in living room as she passes by to use the restroom. Yelling happens between Booger** and Vomit**. She exits the bathroom.

Booger: Hey, there's my sister. She'll take you down, man.

(What the hell?)

Vomit: Bet she won't. If she touches me, I'll make her go to jail.

(Um, excuse me?)

Booger: Uh, yeah she will. She'll kick your butt.

Vomit (to Hillary): I dare you.

(resisting the urge to beat the sh** out of him)

Hillary: Do you want me to tell your mom that you are trying to PROVOKE me?

Vomit: Go ahead.

(*walks downstairs, past Vomit, who looks as if he's about to make a hit. Also, again, resists the urge to slap him upside the head. Gets to basement door, walks down to where Vomit inhabits, and calls to Vomit's Mother.)

VM: Oh, hi Hillary.

Hillary: I just wanted to let you know that Vomit here was trying to--

Vomit: Shut your filthy mouth you whore!

(Um...o...kay.)

VM: Vomit! You do not talk like that.

Hillary: *summarizes events, then adds* I don't appreciate being provoked OR being called a whore.

VM (sounding annoyed with me): Thanks Hillary, I'll handle it.

(Who raises such a spiteful, demonic child the likes of Vomit? Honestly.)

**Names have been changed to protect their identity...but I'm sure you can piece it together.

is his ice colder than my ice?

Ech. I feel sick. I was just talking to Kelsie when I felt nauseous. But I feel better now. I guess it was the fried mushrooms. Ech.

So I have nothing to read. Again. And I was just told that Lent doesn't end until NEXT Sunday, which I kind of figured, but still didn't want to believe (me not being Catholic but observing some strange form of Lent anyway, I wasn't entirely sure.) Now I'm talking to someone I barely know, even if she is piMP. But since she barely knows me, she doesn't talk all that much. My arms are tired, my back hurts from falling, my fingers hurt from bowling, and my head hurts from thinking. All in all, I think I'll be going back to school the way any person should after a fantasmic spring break. Maybe. I don't know. All I know is I'm bored and tired and probably making up bullshit so I stay awake. Perhaps.

Ok. Yeah, I'm gonna go to sleep. Just after I kill the penguin...heeheehee.

for simone

it makes me sad. I actually started looking through a Bible a little while ago, trying to comfort myself. Here's what i come up with:

I feel terrible, and I feel so, immensely, sad for you.
I'm certainly going to pray, which is not something I do lightly.
I'm sorry if this is offending you, but I don't know you, nor do I ever really speak to you, so this is the only way to actually convey my feelings.
You are kickass. I compared you to Buffy because Buffy is in fact, kick ass. Wasn't trying to make fun or anything.
I know that you're loved, and that you'll be taken care of.
I wish that everything would go fantastic for you.
I'm sorry that I can't do more.

Love,
Hillary.

plain janes

I have read so much in one day that I think I have used up my capabilities for a lifetime. As a matter of fact, from the moment I woke up until now, that has been my occupation: reading.

So I have the choice: Jane Eyre or Great Expectations. Since I really have no preference, I decide to go with whatever my friends are reading. Jane Eyre it is. The rest of this post will subsequently spoil this book (Gracie and Kelsie...and anyone else affixed with Charlotte Bronte) because I just finished it not 10 minutes ago after reading all day.

Alright. It starts off well enough. Little abused girl gets sent to a cracked out orphanage with one good confidant and one warm and charming teacher. Moves on to become a governess for Adele, the French ward of a Mr. Rochester, who I think is probably good looking in that overly good looking way. And, you know, moody as hell. (Seriously, I'm about to give away the whole book, but I can't help myself, so don't read.) Probably because he's got a freaking wife locked up in the attic. And ok, this part wasn't news to me. I read a book a while back that talked about Jane Eye and all of its complications. But come on. WHY would he do that? Makes no sense. And the cousin that wants to marry her? What the goodness gracious was up his ass? And yeah, I know that this was probably common enough back then, but, um, hello?! This man was her cousin/surrogate brother. Ew, alright. Ew.

And with that I leave to go do the things I meant to do today that I put off to read this strange but magnetic book (because even though parts puzzled me greatly, I couldn't put it down.) I can't believe spring break is ending. It sucks. And that's it.

I think you'll find that the horse ate your cheese plate.

--tomorrow is our permanent address

and there they'll scarcely find us(if they do,
we'll move away still further:into now

I thought that was a pretty cool quote.  As far as quotes go, I mean.
I don't know how this post will turn out, since my computer's being a whore.
Tizzle.  Rizzle.  Fo' shizzle.  Yeah.  That's nice.
I'm going to see She's The Man again.  Not only because I liked it, but because
it's the only movie my grandmother wants to see, and I want to spend the day with her.
I feel bad, because I don't want to spend the night there.  Sure, I want to drive her
golf cart around, but that does not constitute love.  Or does it? Hmm.  Ramblings.  Fun
thing to do.  Even funner than....hang gliding.  Sure.  Of course it is, didn't you know?
I've been reading Jane Eyre for school.  I'm not that far into it yet.  Pretty decent.
It took me a while to get myself past the first page, but once I did, I was happy
with it.  Not as bad as some would have me believe.

Ok.  Well.  That's pretty much it.  Except for my new shoes.  But I'm thinking
that that's a post for another day.  A whole day dedicated to my beautiful, creamy,
soft, Indian slides.  Damn, I spoiled it for you...

i am of sound mind

Okay. As I have officially begun spring break by going to bed at 9 last night and waking up at 8 this morning (which should allow me to stay up extremely late tonight) I am happy. Well rested. I've already played two April Fools' Jokes on Chance (though he is an easy target, so I'm not sure if that counts). My mom went to get biscuits for breakfast, and we have orange juice. I've got school projects to work on when I get bored. And I'm going shopping later.

What am I going shopping for? This is really just a list so I can actually remember, but here it goes: T-shirt/hat for Dad, since his birthday is tomorrow, as denoted by annual haircut; Reefer Madness if I can talk my mom into taking me to Best Buy, because I really want to see that movie again; shoes, because I keep taking my dad's and I don't have any cute sandals to go with my skirt and/or jeans; cheesecake mix, for my dad; I must also convinve mom to take me to the library, because I have been DYING to go. Must work quickly on that one; and lastly, I will buy something else to entertain me, because I'm sure I'll get bored soon enough what with all my putting off of the school work and not wanting to read or watch a movie. Yeah...

This should be a good break. Looking forward to posting too much out of boredom.