oh, one more thing

I meant to say this in the other post, but whatever:

I'm in love. With the perfect black man. He has a Nigerian name that I can't fully pronounce. I love him. He's such a tool.

In a way, he reminds me...

of Nixon.


Oh yes. I said it.
Only, he does not love me back. But he humors me.
But one day...

He will be mine.


:)

it's guy love between two guys

So I thought I was going to the fair tonight, but I'm not. It kinda sucks, but I'll probably get to go Friday, so it'll be good. I want me some caramel apples.

I can't stand wearing rings. But I'm trying to get used to it.

I'm sick of school already.

Ditto Lent.

Ditto the people I sit next to in Spanish who speak Spanish fluently and talk only to eachother.

Ditto Sra. Chinn thinking I'm shy and talking Spanish in front of me to the other Spanish speakers, when I have no idea what she's saying. I really hate the end of the school day.

I want to wash the dishes. Weird.

I also want to shower. That too is weird.

Drew goes away Monday. I'm sad for Joe, because that's like, his best friend. But now he's doing something, I guess. I don't know. I'll miss him.

Homework sucks.

So do math projects.

Abba rocks.

the beach boys (and my day)

I am starting to fall in love with the Beach Boys. I've got to be honest: I used to not like them. But I never actually listened to them, you know? All I've heard are songs like Kokomo and You're so Beautiful and God Only Knows, and I thought they were just overrated surfer rock. The rest of the songs I've heard that are everywhere, I just ignored pretty much. But I decided to give them a try, and there's just something about them. I'm lovin' it. It gets me pumped. Pretty awesome guitar solos. Oooh. It makes me want to break into spontaneous sixties dancing.

Actually, the post is only about that. Nothing much else to post about, except for the fact that I still have about 100 pages left in my book and I shouldn't be sitting here, wasting my time listening to the Beach Boys.

Ach ach ach....

brass

I went to my grandmother's on Monday and just got back a little while ago. It was fun. I felt thoroughly spoiled. I talked to Gracie a couple of times, because it's not like I had a whole lot of company up there. It was pretty fun. I got some nice shirts pretty cheap, some leather cowboy boots (!) and like, 15 scarves (hand-me-downs).

I read a lot while I was over there. No, I didn't read my APWH book like I was supposed to. Nor did I read the Cry the Beloved Country like I was supposed. No. I read Hannibal. Which was interesting. Except when they started talking about Hannibal and Clarice hooking up, because that was gross, imagining Anthony Hopkins and Jodie Foster making out. So I kept forcing myself to imagine Hannibal as the hot guy from American Beauty, because we saw Ghost Rider Monday and he was a badass in that. So that was nice.

I also read a Sarah Dessen book that I found for $4 at BAM, Just Listen. It was really good. I started reading it at about 10 last night, and didn't stop until I finished at 2. It was pretty cool. It reminded me of Laurie Halse Anderson's Speak, but it seemed to elaborate. And it had some pretty chemistry-infused moments, which I, being the squealy teenage girl that I am, loved (and, needless to say, squealed at). And a lot of music. And it was fun to pick out the characters from her other books, like little clues. I loved it. I've already gone through and reread my favorite parts twice. Ahh. I'm hopeless.

So now I'm going to read some more. You'd think I'd do my homework. But no. I'm going to read Hannibal Rising, because now I want to know. Oh yes. Just as long as I don't read past like, 7, I should be good to sleep tonight. Not that I got much sleep last night.

ya-cha-cha

I don't understand why someone would go to the trouble of getting such a gift and giving it to me and not tell me who they are. Who wouldn't want to claim credit? I mean, if it's a guy, then they must want attention. If it's a teacher, then why wouldn't they tell me? Argh. Maybe tomorrow.

Speaking of tomorrow...

I have to drive to school by myself because Joey's sick. I've never done that before. I'm going to have to leave home earlier to park, because I still really suck at that. But I guess I get to leave later because I can. Eh. I'm not so sure. We'll see. I'm leaving at 7:15 and there's nothing anybody can do about it.

Tomorrow I also have two tests that I don't think I'll do well on. Chemistry and AP. I actually will probably do okay on AP, all I have to do is study my notes on the chapter. But Chemistry's gonna be a bitch. I keep forgetting the fragging formulas for everything! Or how to convert this thing to that! It's crazy. I hate it. Down With Chemistry, I say.

Hopefully, this mystery person will be revealed tomorrow. If not, then...I don't know. It'd be nice to know. I hope this doesn't turn into something I tell me grandkids..."When I was your age, I had a secret admirer. Never knew who it was, though. Damn shame."

That'd be annoying.

All right then. I must sleep. And/or watch the Nixon documentary. Awesome.

**Today wasn't so bad. Tests/driving was fine. S.A. didn't reveal themselves. Writing it off as a random act of kindness, because I don't want to think about it.

happy valentine's day

So today was pretty awesome. I'm sick of haters (wow, I'm ghetto). But other than that, it was a pretty spectacular day.

Especially since I guess I have a secret admirer. Either that, or a teacher or something, because it has to be someone at school. It's just driving me crazy because I don't know who it is.

But they have good taste.

mis amigas

Yesterday was Gracie's birthday! Yay Gracie! So me and Kelsie went to her house to hang out, where we were turned into magical fairies who ate cake and watched Bollywood documentaries starring guys with thick eyebrows. As a tribute to the Past, we watched Anastasia and The Hunchback of Notre Dame (which I've never really liked, but whatever). I love those movies. I love me friends.

Kirstie came over and we had some fun. It seems like everytime we hang out, something weird happens. One time was the Pink Panther experience. Another was going to eight different stores to find Sin City before we went back to Walmart and Joey bought it. Tonight, we got locked out of our car. But we always seem to have so much fun messing up. It's great with her. We don't have anything in common except for Chris, but I love her to death. She gets to talk, and I get to listen: best of both worlds.

Tomorrow we're headed up to Peachtree City for my Grambee's birthday. I have not done a single bit of homework.

Heh heh heh.

cherry

Everytime I've wanted to post something where I actually talk about an issue, somebody else is on the computer, and I can never remember what I was going to say when I was thinking earlier when I get back on.

I went to the doctor Tuesday, who said that no, I'm not diabetic, not even close, but I do need something. He put my on Yaz (birth control). I don't think my dad was very happy (probably because I was making some very inappropriate jokes), but if it helps, then I'm all for them.

Ever since I put my PSAT score online, colleges keep emailing me. I'm going to take this as a good sign. I'm pretty happy about it, because now I can look at all of these colleges, and I'm starting to get an idea of where I would go if I actually CAN go. I think I've said this before: I'm NOT going to college unless I get a scholarship. There's no way I can. If I want to focus on my work, I can't be worried about balancing a job along with it. And I know there are plenty of people who do it. But I just don't think that I can be one of them. I don't even realize my stress level, for goodness sakes. Last night, I dreamed I was stressed, that I could barely walk straight because I was under so much literal pressure, and I woke up and realized how incredibly under I feel.

Argh. I hate dreams that make you realize something about your life. Stupid subconscience.

would you go with me

Would you go with me if we rolled down streets of fire

Would you hold on to me tighter as the summer sun got higher

If we roll from town to town and never shut it down



Would you go with me if we were lost in fields of clover

Would we walk even closer until the trip was over

And would it be okay if I didn't know the way



If I gave you my hand would you take it

And make me the happiest man in the world

If I told you my heart couldn't beat one more minute without
you, girl

Would you accompany me to the edge of the sea

Let me know if you're really a dream

I love you so, so would you go with me



Would you go with me if we rode the clouds together

Could you not look down forever

If you were lighter than a feather

Oh, and if I set you free, would you go with me



If I gave you my hand would you take it

And make me the happiest man in the world

If I told you my heart couldn't beat one more minute without
you, girl

Would you accompany me to the edge of the sea

Help me tie up the ends of a dream

I gotta know, would you go with me

I love you so, so would you go with me