the way you look tonight

is a really good song. I keep listening to it, hoping that it slips in by osmosis. That happens with songs and me often.

I get angry quicker and quicker these days. I'm quick to yell. I don't know why. I guess I'm PMSing. That's right. PMSing. Thank God. But no, I don't think that's it, because it's been going on for a while. I guess maybe I'm stressed out. And I've been feeling kinda listless. Depressed, I guess. I have no idea why.

Maybe it's because I really hate school. No, not dislike it. HATE it. I think I say this every year. It just seems...worthless. We can't even have PEP RALLIES anymore, because people almost got trampled to death. Dumbasses. All of the things that made school tolerable (i.e., eating lunch with friends, wearing your own clothes, actually learning things, not being demeaned at every opportunity) have gone. Now it's just learning useless things that will honestly never be used or necessary and being bored out of my mind most of the day, since we're not allowed to talk in class or at lunch or really all that much. And Mr. Principal there is just...despicable. I STRONGLY dislike him.

Not to mention the return of Vomit and Vomit's Mother (which I'm thinking has something to do with the fact that they've run out of money, because they're dumbasses.)

woot!

Okay, so last night was pretty fun. Lots of incredibly embarassing dancing, some of which included Britney Spears and/or the Macarena. I found out that one of my friends is a frikkin beast and could probably (though not definitely) take me in a fight, which is great, because I can't say that about many more of my friends. I got some pretty nifty gifts, like Underworld, money, poprocks, books, and BOOTS (thanks Kelsie!). Today, when everyone wakes up, we're going to eat some doughnuts and bust out the pinata (oh yes. I said pinata).

Oh, Sleepy Hollow is a boring movie. Maybe it didn't help that me and Kelsie were talking to whole time...something to ponder, surely.

AND, last but not least (and by not least I mean the best thing EVER), CONGRATULATIONS SIMONE!!! I would do the fancy link thing, but I'm just gonna tell you to click on the link on the right that says my purple monkey, because I suck at making links. Yeah. It's possible.

So...happy now!

NOOOOOOO!!!

I have a sore throat, a headache, and I feel like I'm about to throw-up.

But dammit, this is my party, and I will NOT be sick!

ha

I got my license.

Hahaha!

ha. i'm awesome

yeah. That's right. I inspire awe.


So yesterday I went to Glamour Shots in Douglassville and got a bunch of pretty pictures taken. Then we went to Up the Creek, and I ate free seafood and a smores dessert (I'm in love with marshmallows). All my parents have gotten me is a book, but that's okay. I actually was kinda not expecting it, so that was nice. I also got a phone number (yeah. Seriously. I threw it away because, um, no, but still...that's pretty nifty right there).

We've got all of the movies set up over here now, which is a relief. Now I just have to unpack the books and everything that goes in the living room and basement.

...yay?

Anyway, it was a VERY good sweet sixteen.
Love all you people who wished me a happy birthday (and those that didn't).

Wish me luck for tomorrow...even though I still don't know how to PARK.

hey, hey, guess what

It's my birthday!


Ha. I rule.

little five points

Over the years, I've experienced some good things from Georgia: Fighting with the neighbors every now and then about who's better, Georgia Tech or UGA (Viven Los Perros!). Eating at the Varsity. Whitewater. Turner Field. The close proximity to several states. But I have never been to Little Five Points. Until today, that is.

Oh. My. Goodness. Gracious. Alive.

It was like an explosion in my head, seeing all of the wonderful things. It was like the Boardwalk in Myrtle Beach, only a billion times better, because I HAD MONEY. The shops were jam-packed with stuff. Of course, I didn't BUY any of those things because, well, they were ridiculously overpriced and I can get most of them at Walmart or something. But just seeing the wide array of items was breathtaking (in an "Oh dear Goodness I am about to have a heart attack because these clothes are so PRETTY" type of way).

So we went in a few stores, ate lunch/dinner at a pizza place, where me and Gracie and Tawnya got the most monstrous calzones I have ever eaten ever. Then I convinced Standi to go ahead and get my birthday gift (which I seem to be doing a lot of, lately. The convincing people to go ahead and get the gift I pick out thing). So far, I've got a Jane Green book, Frank Sinatra biography, and 95 poems by e.e.cummings. Fantastic.

Mostly, though, the day was wonderful because of the people I was with. Not a minute went by when a wisecrack wasn't utilized.

I love it.

heart braker

Today sucked ass. The pep rally was horrible. It makes me angry just thinking about it. Moving on.

So far, I've got Kelsie, Gracie, Kirstie, Melanie, Carmen, Tawnya, and, well, myself going to my party for definite. And then Laura, Lauren, Gracy, and Stephanie are maybes because they've got to go to the game that night, so they're not sure. That was actually just really more a list to clarify it for me.

Standi said she was taking me to Little Five Points on Sunday. I've never been, but Gracie said it was fantastic, so I guess it sounds good.

We still don't have cable, but we've got gas and DSL, so I don't know. I'm bored. I never realized how much my life like, revolved around television until I didn't have it. I've been watching movies like crazy. And rereading my Nixon autobiography (mmm...Nixon....that sexy beast).

I'm pretty much settled into my room, though. I've got like, two boxes left for my room. I've been having trouble getting to sleep, but maybe this week off will fix that. I mostly just feel restless here. All I ever go is school and home. And a new home at that.

I don't know. This week we're supposed to unpack stuff since we're out of school. So...yeah. Sure. That'll be swell.

I hate that racist bastard of a principal we have. Racism is a two-way street. It's not just white people being rude to other races, but other races being rude to other races as well. I just thought I'd put that in there.

Viva la fiesta!

i'll tell you one thing

moving sure is boring.

Especially when you stay out of school the day after you move to help move little remainding stuff and, you know, actually do your homework.

And there's no cable or gas, so you can't cook or watch television.

And you've seen all of your movies 80 bajillion times.

And there's no phone, so you can't talk to your friends.

And You have to trudge all the way up to the old house to get online and take a shower.



Gross.
Happy birthday Adam!

And much respect to the people of 9/11. I didn't mean to put that last as in importance wise. I meant to put it last as in the most respectful is last. I will never forget that day, either.

moving, weekend two

ACH! My arms are KILLING me. Me and Kirstie moved stuff to that house all frikkin yesterday. Did my brothers help? NOT OFTEN ENOUGH TO KEEP MY ARMS FROM DYING, THAT'S FOR SURE.


Ah, but I'm complaining. Too bad Kirstie's not here, or she'd slap me.

I'm gonna have to miss school tomorrow, because I haven't had any time to do any of my homework. It's horrible.

Thank God Kirstie came over and helped, though. Among other things, I realized that moving is pretty boring business. I'm glad someone was there to keep me company. And she spent the night in my lonely old room, which made me feel...safer, I guess.

So today's portion, though mainly Joey and his big strong sexy man friends job, is to move the furniture. Which is good, because I realized that I couldn't unpack ANYTHING last night, because it all went on some kind of furniture. So I just cleared a path in my room and walked on home.

Boy, am I tired.

Oh, and sometime yesterday we went to the Mexican restaurant that I LOVE (which I can never go to again because of this following story): Last time we went, this freaky waiter..waited on us. He wouldn't stop talking. Now, I'm a big fan of engaging people in conversation, but I know everyone looked like they wanted him to, you know, go and put our food order in. Anyway, yesterday, the same waiter waited on us. And the worst part is, he recognized us. And he was flirting with me, for some unGodly reason. Ick. That guy didn't even look okay, alright. Just...ew.

So that's the story of how I will never have FANTASTIC Mexican food ever again. :-(

moving

So this weekend's been all about cleaning the house next door, which has not been fun, let me tell you. It's completely disgusting. Well, it's not anymore. But it was before we cleaned it.

There has been much debate over who's getting what room. Joey, of course, gets both rooms at the end of the house, because he needs his own exit and entrance. So basically it's between me and Chance over who's getting the actual bedroom and who's getting the makeshift, we have to build a closet, suck ass bedroom. So far I think I'm losing.

Next weekend we're supposed to start moving our stuff in. Supposedly, we can't do it the weekend after, even though there's no school the next, I don't know, WEEK after then. It makes no sense to me.

I tell you what: this moving thing is depressing as hell. And I haven't had time to do any of my homework.

Of course, the fact that I came home to day and started watching The Closer marathon on TNT probably hasn't helped. But I felt wallowing in self pity was a good way to spend the day.

I don't know. Whatever.

i'm in love with this speech

V: Voila!

In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the
vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation by a bygone vexation stands vivfied, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition.
*cuts V into poster*
The only verdict is vengeance, a vendetta, held as a votive not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and virtuous.
*giggles*
Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose. So let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.

Evey: Are you, like, a crazy person?

V: I am quite sure they will say so.



*V for Vendetta