i made a big whoopsie

So I don't think it's a good idea to post a lot about what happened Saturday, just that I hit another car. I totalled our car doing it. Which means no more family car. No more driving for me. My parents have to drive a car that uses twice as much gas. Insurance will go through the roof.

When I hit that woman, I thought she was dead. She has a headache.
Now she's claiming whiplash.
I hope she's just doing that to get money. I really don't want to be the cause of somebody's medical problems. That's just too much.

But it's my own fault, I guess.

I have to go to juvenile court next month.
I don't know if they'll take my license away.
We'll see.

Now I feel all listless, not wanting to do any work and wondering why I was so stupid, thinking about it over and over. I start to laugh and think, "I shouldn't be laughing." Then I cry and think, "I should be glad I'm alive."

It's weird.
But you know how overemotional I get. I'll probably get over this within a week. Hopefully.

Oh, before all of this happened, I saw Thank You For Smoking. Loved it. Hilarious.

Okay. Guess that's all.

smoothly creeping, softly sleeping

So the rest of the week was fine, I guess. I acted like an ass, because, I don't know, that's what I do.

Kelsie and I are doing the only two part recitation from Julius Caesar for extra points, and plus, it's funny. Which will be great...I guess. I just have to, you know, memorize that speech. And the pledge from Public Safety. And the Pledge of Allegiance in Spanish.

This is why I think I should invest in a tape recorder. I'm thinking if I can replay it over and over, I will be able to memorize it. I don't know. All I do know is that I SUCK at remembering stuff. I have to write EVERYTHING down somewhere. Like, I keep forgetting about the party I'm going to tonight. I go to my room and look at my calendar and I see it on the list and I'm like, "Oh, right. Completely slipped my mind." So I have no costume, but whatever. I'm not sure you have to have a costume. We'll see.

icky sicky

Monday morning:
Wake up at 5:30 am.
Realize that, hey, I am SICK. Leave a not for mom: DO NOT WAKE ME, I'M SICK, I'M STAYING HOME!
Go back to sleep.
Wake up at 8:30 am.
Go to restroom.
SCREAM BLOODY MURDER when someone else is in the bathroom.
Realize that Chance is "sick" too and my day in Nyquil bliss is ruined.
Go to kitchen.
SCREAM BLOODY MURDER when I hear a crash from the fridge.
Realize that Joey's "sick" and my day of playing my jazz in a hallucinogenic haze is ruined.
Go to bathroom again. Ask Chance to get out.
SCREAM BLOODY MURDER when my mother answers.
Realize that Mom's "sick" and my day of laying in her big, warm, comfy bed is ruined.

Tuesday: repeat.

Wednesday: Go to school. Get too much homework.
Procrastinate when I get home.
Realize that watching ANTM is out of the question, since I have so much homework.

So. That's been my week so far.

oh no. it's on. like donkey kong.

This week is homecoming week. This weekend is hall-decorating. The theme: Videogames (yes, we are in the electronic age). Sophomores get Donkey Kong.

Donkey Kong?

Jungle. Lots of jungle. And let's make the middle black, so we can put the original video game on there. But in the meantime, how about we waste time by tracing pictures of other Donkey Kong characters on to paper to hang on other people's doors, because you know, THAT'S necessary. Not the actual THEME. No. The JOKE part of it.

Wait. It's the last day. Where are the little Marios and DKs and Princess Peaches that we need to put on the little games? Well, we don't have enough paper to make them since we wasted it.

And Kelsie: where the hell were you? You left me in that hellhole alone for 4 HOURS!!! Grr.

I've got your school spirit right here.

let's all say it again

I don't know how I found a way to procrastinate this morning. I really don't. I set my alarm clock for 5 FRICKIN 30 in the morning, just so I'd wake my ass up and do the homework that I didn't do last night. It worked, for oh, 5 minutes. Yeah. So the rest of it will be done at school in the lunchroom.

And I'm sure you're wondering, "Why not just do it now, instead of screwing around on the computer?" Well, in answer to your question: bite me.

I guess I'm not nearly as much of a morning person as I thought I was, huh?

the offspring

is probably one of the most energetic bands...ever.


Yeah. I'm bored. What else is new.

I'm procrastinating. *See above.

I'm probably about to watch Ugly Betty. And Gilmore Girls. Because I'm weird like that.

Damn you Woodland High. You and your nefarious zoning.


Hey hey do that brand new thing.

things

I hate my mom, especially at 7:00 every night when the bottle's out.
I am my mom.
Do I hate myself?
I don't know.
I don't like myself at this particular moment.
I
am too critical
am too judgemental
always think my way's the right way
hold a grudge when something doesn't go the way I want it to
am egotistical, but oddly I lack self confidence
eat way too much when I'm stressed out
get over-excited about mundane things because I feel like I'm more interesting that way
dream about death (literally)
overanalyze way too much
make my friends feel bad when I'm angry at myself
don't know what to do when I "grow up"
don't think I want to go to college
never brag about my grades to people with lower grades, but inside I feel like I'm better than them, even though I know I'm not
suffer from foot-in-mouth syndrome.

And I am going to bed, because hopefully now that I've written these things, I'll be able to sleep.

babysitting someone i actually liked

So last night, just as I was sitting down to watch the previous night's ER and Ugly Betty, Standi called and said, "PleaseDearGodInHeavenTellMeYouCanBabysit." So an half an hour later, I was at Standi's, watching that insane daughter of hers.

No joke. She'd be sitting quietly, entranced by Peter Pan one minute, and the next she'd start screaming and jumping up and down on the couch, throwing the nightgown her parents left out at me. It was like watching a one-girl circus. And that child can EAT! Two bowls of pasta, one ice pop, and two packages of gummy worms, all while watching HALF of the Little Mermaid. And when she finished eating, she made me put in Finding Nemo. Luckily, that's pretty much all we did, but I guess the whole going-psycho-every-other-minute wiped her out, because she was out by 10.

I wish I could have said the same about her parents. They said they'd be back be ten, and they were. They just didn't make it inside the house until 11:30. I'll leave you to sit with that.

But I got paid $30, and I escaped the boredom of spending Friday nights alone without a car.

9 Reasons to Become an Evil Villain

Well, here it goes:

1. You will have more friends
Peter Parker was a social outcast. Norman Osborne was the popular kid. Reed Richards was a dorky scientist. Victor Von doom was a rich socialite. Anyone else sensing a pattern here? Everyone wants to get a little piece of the evil. It is like Starburst.

2. You get to laugh maniacally
Good guys don’t get to do this. No one has ever heard Superman or Batman laughing like a maniac and no one ever will. Trust me, this is something everyone wants to do. It is strangely liberating. While you may pass chances to do this every once in a while during your civilian life, you will never get the quantity of opportunities that come with a career in villainy.

3. All of a sudden, you will have the budget for all kinds of toys
Super bad guys are never broke. Not only are they never broke but they always have more resources than the hero could ever hope for. Apparently the villain racket pays very well. It also seems to be recession-proof. I hear the tax breaks are good too.

4. Hot chicks dig evil guys
You never see an evil villain with a busted ass woman. Sure, they may be dirty, rotten, and out to steal your empire, but you can always kill them if they get out of hand. Studies show that breasts of women who hang out with evil guys are an average of two cups bigger than the nice dudes chicks. Studies don’t ever lie.

5. You will be safe from everyday accidents
Evil villains are never killed in car accidents. It just doesn’t happen. You won’t slip in the shower, get smashed by a falling piano, or die of food poisoning. The only way you can be killed is in an explosion created by the hero by exposing the one flaw in your plan that no one could ever possibly foresee. Even then…

6. You don’t have to worry about anyone killing you
Evil Villains simply can not be killed. People may think you are dead but you will secretly be lounging in an easy chair on your secret desert island hideout planning your next caper. The only way you can be taken out is by another villain eviler than yourself who will subsequently take over your identity and continue upon your path of world domination.

7. You can kill anyone you want
You won’t go to jail. For some strange reason, cops never come to bust Evil villains at their homes even when the evidence is overwhelming. You could kill Superman on a live video feed in front of the entire planet and not one cop would try to arrest you. They can’t even arrest you for the stash of plutonium you have in your shed. It is in the charter when you join the union.

8. You get to dress how you want
You never have to wear a suit and tie again. You can even dress in the most outrageous outfits while demanding the world bow to your demands and no one will even make the slightest of snide comment. This could have something to do with the fact that you can kill anyone you want and can’t be killed back. Remember, no one ever made fun of Magnetos helmet…

9. No matter how weak you are, you will be more than a match for any hero facing you
“But zero, Batman would kick my ass in two shakes of a stripper’s ass…” None of that matters. The sheer newness of your evil plot will confuse the hell out of any good guy. As long as you aren’t doing something that has been done to death (ie goblin themed villains) you should have no problem getting your plans off the ground.

brief thing on my ex favorite show

online and I found Gilmore Girls spoilers at

http://www.spoilerfix.com/gg.php, because honestly, I don't know if I can take much more of the crappiness that is these last seasons. I mean, for the first time that I can remember, they resorted to physical comedy. And it was emotionally depressing. And not very witty at all. as a matter of fact, it was extremely annoying. This is where I sigh, because there goes another fantastic show down the drain.

Oh my

Seems like a lot of stuff's happened since the last time I posted. The first of which being, of course, the change from September to October. I know, I know. It's gonna be a rough 2 minutes, getting used to the weather. But you'll just have to deal with it in your own way and move on. And bring me some hot chocolate.

Anyway. Friday night, Chance had his little friends over here (including Vomit). I was worried about Vomit being here all weekend, but I was assured that he would most definitely be gone by Saturday afternoon at the latest. He's still here, though, proving once again that my parents are no good filthy liars who couldn't keep a promise if their lives were at stake. But that's not the point. The point is Friday night, this house was filled with 10 prepubescent boys. So I called Gracie and we planned that I would pick up Dogma from Blockbuster after getting the pizza for the boys. Got to Blockbuster, got my movie (and more, since I was feeling good), got the pizza, got in the car, backed out...

...and scraped into the car next to me.

I reparked (terrified) and waited for the owner of said vehicle to come out. I couldn't even look at it, I was so scared. The owner of The Scraped came out, and he just happened to be the guy that rang me up at blockbuster. Yeah, funny world. So I explained what happened, and he went over and ran his hand over the scratch...and everything disappeared except for a small scratch! I was so relieved, and I felt like such an idiot. So nothing happened with that, other than I learned to be EXTREMELY careful when parking, because I'm a dumbass, apparently.

So then I went to Gracie's and we watched Dogma, which is a hilarious movie. Saturday I woke up to the sound of 10 prepubescent boys playing FakeWrestleMania. How fun. The rest of the day was spent with my arguing with my mother about how long Vomit was actually staying, her assuring me (even at 8:30 pm) that he was not going to spend the night another night and me calling her a liar and a coward because she wouldn't just pick up the phone and tell those nasty ass parents of his to pick his ass up. She thought that would be rude.

Yeah. And dumping your kid at someone else's sleepover and leaving him there all weekend isn't rude. Coming by yesterday to pick up the kid, and upon seeing that the kid didn't want to go, just driving off, WITHOUT EVEN ASKING IF IT WAS OKAY IF HE COULD STAY, yeah, that's not rude.

So I guess you'd say me and my mom are at a bit of a standoff, with me calling her a coward and reminding her that this is EXACTLY what happened over a year ago, when Vomit ended up staying EVERY SINGLE WEEKEND, even though we were told that he absolutely, positively was leaving Saturday morning, and them eventually moving in for what we were assured would only be a month, but turned out to be a year.

Yeah. I'm just...angry, now.