I wake up and I look around. I get that excited feeling that you get in the middle of winter, that maybe you'll look out the window and see the ground covered in snow. I eagerly head to the window. Huh, it sure doesn't FEEL like winter. I carefully hold open the slants in my blinds, and I look outside, and sure enough, the ground is covered. In POLLEN.
That's right. It's spring. Which, in Georgia, means 80-degree weather and an inch of pollen everywhere. Cars are yellow. Grass is yellow. My FEET turned yellow after being outside for two minutes. I looked jaundiced. AHH!
I hate warm weather.
And I hate tests.
And quizzes.
And graphing.
And exponents.
And conjugating verbs.
And memorizing vocabulary.
And memorizing parts of speech.
And reading about Hitler, because it always gives me nightmares.
Last night I had a dream that I took SDFFII and JCM out of their tank and put them in a pan with some kind of cream mixture and fried them. They stayed whole the entire time, and when they were cooked, my dad ate them. He actually broke SDFFII apart and ate him, though. The whole time, I was sad, but a little relieved. See, I only got Jagger because I thought SDFFII would really enjoy having a new playmate in his big new tank. But now that SDFFII's gone, it's like I don't really care about Jagger. I actually wish I didn't have him. I still take care of him (I wouldn't torture a living thing), but still.
I should probably go do...something else.
3.27.2007
3.21.2007
symmetry
I can legally drive with others in the car now by Georgia state law. Woot.
It's weird to wake up in the morning and my fish not be there.
I was sick yesterday (actually, I'm still technically sick. And I was sick Monday, but still went to school. Tomayto, Tomahtoe). It's got to the point where I can't walk for more than a few minutes without losing my breath. I hate that.
Quite a bit happened at school that I want to comment on.
In Spanish I argued with an ignorant teacher. Eh.
In Chemistry I took off my glasses and my classmates realized just how blind I really am.
In Algebra II I sat down next to JW and made him squeal by poking him. I pretty much got humiliated by the teacher. But I'm sure I'll live.
I failed my Spanish quiz because I didn't study.
Last Saturday (St. Patrick's Day) I went to Chris's apartment (after promising my dad I wouldn't drink a drop) and I hung out with Chris, Kyle, then later Adam and his girlfriend and Joey. More people were supposed to come, but whatever. Kyle offered me some shot that he sweared tasted like apple pie, but I promised my dad, so I didn't take it. I don't know why I'm starting to get so conscientous. It's not very frutuitous so far. I got tired around 3 so I went outside to sleep on the bed they have on the patio. It was nice after I got about 8 covers. Then me and Joey went home at about 4:30. It was a little strange. No traffic is spooky.
Found some new bands on Myspace. Actually, they found me. But it's cool, I lova the music. I actually pretty much love every band I have on my list. It's nice.
Okay. Enough now. Happy wishes to Purple Monkey and Baby Monkey.
It's weird to wake up in the morning and my fish not be there.
I was sick yesterday (actually, I'm still technically sick. And I was sick Monday, but still went to school. Tomayto, Tomahtoe). It's got to the point where I can't walk for more than a few minutes without losing my breath. I hate that.
Quite a bit happened at school that I want to comment on.
In Spanish I argued with an ignorant teacher. Eh.
In Chemistry I took off my glasses and my classmates realized just how blind I really am.
In Algebra II I sat down next to JW and made him squeal by poking him. I pretty much got humiliated by the teacher. But I'm sure I'll live.
I failed my Spanish quiz because I didn't study.
Last Saturday (St. Patrick's Day) I went to Chris's apartment (after promising my dad I wouldn't drink a drop) and I hung out with Chris, Kyle, then later Adam and his girlfriend and Joey. More people were supposed to come, but whatever. Kyle offered me some shot that he sweared tasted like apple pie, but I promised my dad, so I didn't take it. I don't know why I'm starting to get so conscientous. It's not very frutuitous so far. I got tired around 3 so I went outside to sleep on the bed they have on the patio. It was nice after I got about 8 covers. Then me and Joey went home at about 4:30. It was a little strange. No traffic is spooky.
Found some new bands on Myspace. Actually, they found me. But it's cool, I lova the music. I actually pretty much love every band I have on my list. It's nice.
Okay. Enough now. Happy wishes to Purple Monkey and Baby Monkey.
3.15.2007
la fiesta de The Playhouse
I've never actually been to The Playhouse in Atlanta, but it was nice. Smelled funny, but it was nice.
We saw all kinds of Spanish dancing. I loved it! Especially since pretty much all the guys were really hot, in the way that only Spanish guys can be. But the dancing! Holy moly was that fantastic dancing. Sometimes I would just stare at their feet and I'd be like, WOW. It was very good. And I liked that I knew the songs when they sang (gracias, mi profesora!). Afterwards, we went to a Cuban/Carribbean restaurant called Papi's. It was okay. But since me and Kelsie realized that we'd probably be back before 5th period, just in time to take this test that neither of us had studied for, guess what we did. We studied. I think I did a good job cramming in some information, and I hope I helped Kelsie. You still have to read Chapter 33, by the way. Don't make me hit you.
And it was fantastic. I thought I had a chance of not taking this test still, so on the ride back, just kinda joking, I said, "We should go to Dairy Queen and get ice cream," and my teacher said, "Que buena idea." And we went. Of course, that was like a few minutes. And I was stuffed from my lunch, but I couldn't NOT get an ice cream since I was the one who suggested it. Some people just had to ruin that, but I won't get into it.
So we got to school and took the test, and it was a pretty good day. A good thing to distract me from other things.
Okay. Going to read A Tale of Two Cities (que aburrido!). Buenos noches.
We saw all kinds of Spanish dancing. I loved it! Especially since pretty much all the guys were really hot, in the way that only Spanish guys can be. But the dancing! Holy moly was that fantastic dancing. Sometimes I would just stare at their feet and I'd be like, WOW. It was very good. And I liked that I knew the songs when they sang (gracias, mi profesora!). Afterwards, we went to a Cuban/Carribbean restaurant called Papi's. It was okay. But since me and Kelsie realized that we'd probably be back before 5th period, just in time to take this test that neither of us had studied for, guess what we did. We studied. I think I did a good job cramming in some information, and I hope I helped Kelsie. You still have to read Chapter 33, by the way. Don't make me hit you.
And it was fantastic. I thought I had a chance of not taking this test still, so on the ride back, just kinda joking, I said, "We should go to Dairy Queen and get ice cream," and my teacher said, "Que buena idea." And we went. Of course, that was like a few minutes. And I was stuffed from my lunch, but I couldn't NOT get an ice cream since I was the one who suggested it. Some people just had to ruin that, but I won't get into it.
So we got to school and took the test, and it was a pretty good day. A good thing to distract me from other things.
Okay. Going to read A Tale of Two Cities (que aburrido!). Buenos noches.
3.12.2007
Sir Dr. Funkyfish II 2001-2007
So this morning I woke up and immediately checked on him. There was no denying it. He was dead. So I went outside under the magnolia tree. Since we don't have any like, garden tools or anything, I used a really sharp spatula to dig him a hole. I wrapped his body up, put him in the ground, and covered him up with dirt. I made a tombstone by writing on a brick. This is what I said over his grave:
"I'm so, so sorry. I loved you more than anything else in the world. You were the only one I could tell everything to. You cheered me up when I was really sad. You made everything better, somehow, because I knew you loved me. You were so quirky, but I loved you. I'm so sorry. So, so, sorry. I shouldn't have put you in that new tank and then given you a new fish. I should have let you adjust to one. Now I don't know what killed you. I'll miss you Sir Dr. Funkyfish II. May God protect your soul, now."
"I'm so, so sorry. I loved you more than anything else in the world. You were the only one I could tell everything to. You cheered me up when I was really sad. You made everything better, somehow, because I knew you loved me. You were so quirky, but I loved you. I'm so sorry. So, so, sorry. I shouldn't have put you in that new tank and then given you a new fish. I should have let you adjust to one. Now I don't know what killed you. I'll miss you Sir Dr. Funkyfish II. May God protect your soul, now."
in loving memory
The following is everytime I referenced Sir Dr. Funkyfish II in my blog. May he rest in peace.
Yesterday I woke up, full of good intentions. "I WILL DO MY WORK," I said to my fish. At the time I thought I imagined it, but I'm pretty sure he smirked at me. -8.20.2006
We discovered that my fish either loves or hates Gracie (and has no feelings whatsoever for Gracy). It was an interesting conversation. - 6.21.2006
I miss my fish. I've been out of my room for most of the weekend, not holed up watching movies like I usually am. Poor little bugger. - 5.14.2006
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. - 3.08.2006
i love my fish, i really do. think of all the wonderful times i've shared with you in the past concerning my wonderful fish. his waking me up at 6 in the morning. his being boughted. and of course, who can forget the time when he killed his two other roomates, Peanut Butter and Jelly. so here's to you, my favorite goldfish in the widest world. i salute you on your 4th birthday.
*you're probably wondering what the birthday fish is doing right now. he's upstairs, in my room, listening to what i believe to be his favorite music, as indicated by him by his elaborate flashing of tail. what is this music, you ask? punk rock. i know, i'm sick of it too, but the fish liked it, and i decided to give him privacy to listen to it, because i love him that much.
i love my fish. - 10.11.2005
when my fish woke me up at 2:30 by beating on his freaking glass, i was a little upset. and he didn't stop doing it. just when i started drifting back into sleep, he'd slam into the tank again. after i lost all of my pillows by throwing them at him, i got my cd player, put in simon and garfunkel, and listened to cecilia until i fell asleep. that stupid microscopic devil will just have to wait until my cd player breaks to wake me up again. i'm not taking any chances. it looks like me and cecilia will be getting to know eachother pretty well..... - 6.20.2005
he keeps doing it. it's amazing, really. i guess he senses what time i normally feed him, and starts banging on his tank when i don't feed him then. i just wish he would have done this during school. that way, i wouldn't have needed that pesky alarm clock that cost $9.95.
silly fish. - 6.03.2005
my fish woke me up, and it's not like there's anything i can do to punish him. sometimes i hate having a pet fish. i almost threw my pet rocks at him, but i realized it wouldn't hit him, since he is encased in plastic on all six sides of his rectangular home. he just kept hitting the sides of his tank, and he wouldn't stop. i threw three of my pillows at him, but he was relentless. i think he's evenging peanut butter and jelly's death. it's not MY fault that they got caught in the tree and couldn't swim anymore.
sir doctor funky fish II is fat, too. he's like, 4 inches. when i put a goldfish cracker up to him, he looks at it liscentiously. i thought he was going to eat the two other little fish for a while there, before they died.
and think about this. i can't pet my fish. i tried to that one time, but he wouldn't hold still. i can't take my fish for a walk. i couldn't take him to pet day. the only few good things about him are that he doesn't pee all over the floor, i'm not allergic to him, and he looks pretty going back and forth with the light reflecting off of him. - 5.31.2005
Yesterday I woke up, full of good intentions. "I WILL DO MY WORK," I said to my fish. At the time I thought I imagined it, but I'm pretty sure he smirked at me. -8.20.2006
We discovered that my fish either loves or hates Gracie (and has no feelings whatsoever for Gracy). It was an interesting conversation. - 6.21.2006
I miss my fish. I've been out of my room for most of the weekend, not holed up watching movies like I usually am. Poor little bugger. - 5.14.2006
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. - 3.08.2006
i love my fish, i really do. think of all the wonderful times i've shared with you in the past concerning my wonderful fish. his waking me up at 6 in the morning. his being boughted. and of course, who can forget the time when he killed his two other roomates, Peanut Butter and Jelly. so here's to you, my favorite goldfish in the widest world. i salute you on your 4th birthday.
*you're probably wondering what the birthday fish is doing right now. he's upstairs, in my room, listening to what i believe to be his favorite music, as indicated by him by his elaborate flashing of tail. what is this music, you ask? punk rock. i know, i'm sick of it too, but the fish liked it, and i decided to give him privacy to listen to it, because i love him that much.
i love my fish. - 10.11.2005
when my fish woke me up at 2:30 by beating on his freaking glass, i was a little upset. and he didn't stop doing it. just when i started drifting back into sleep, he'd slam into the tank again. after i lost all of my pillows by throwing them at him, i got my cd player, put in simon and garfunkel, and listened to cecilia until i fell asleep. that stupid microscopic devil will just have to wait until my cd player breaks to wake me up again. i'm not taking any chances. it looks like me and cecilia will be getting to know eachother pretty well..... - 6.20.2005
he keeps doing it. it's amazing, really. i guess he senses what time i normally feed him, and starts banging on his tank when i don't feed him then. i just wish he would have done this during school. that way, i wouldn't have needed that pesky alarm clock that cost $9.95.
silly fish. - 6.03.2005
my fish woke me up, and it's not like there's anything i can do to punish him. sometimes i hate having a pet fish. i almost threw my pet rocks at him, but i realized it wouldn't hit him, since he is encased in plastic on all six sides of his rectangular home. he just kept hitting the sides of his tank, and he wouldn't stop. i threw three of my pillows at him, but he was relentless. i think he's evenging peanut butter and jelly's death. it's not MY fault that they got caught in the tree and couldn't swim anymore.
sir doctor funky fish II is fat, too. he's like, 4 inches. when i put a goldfish cracker up to him, he looks at it liscentiously. i thought he was going to eat the two other little fish for a while there, before they died.
and think about this. i can't pet my fish. i tried to that one time, but he wouldn't hold still. i can't take my fish for a walk. i couldn't take him to pet day. the only few good things about him are that he doesn't pee all over the floor, i'm not allergic to him, and he looks pretty going back and forth with the light reflecting off of him. - 5.31.2005
2001-2007
So this morning I woke up and immediately checked on him. There was no denying it. He was dead. So I went outside under the magnolia tree. Since we don't have any like, garden tools or anything, I used a really sharp spatula to dig him a hole. I wrapped his body up, put him in the ground, and covered him up with dirt. I made a tombstone by writing on a brick. This is what I said over his grave:
"I'm so, so sorry. I loved you more than anything else in the world. You were the only one I could tell everything to. You cheered me up when I was really sad. You made everything better, somehow, because I knew you loved me. You were so quirky, but I loved you. I'm so sorry. So, so, sorry. I shouldn't have put you in that new tank and then given you a new fish. I should have let you adjust to one. Now I don't know what killed you. I'll miss you Sir Dr. Funkyfish II. May God protect your soul, now."
"I'm so, so sorry. I loved you more than anything else in the world. You were the only one I could tell everything to. You cheered me up when I was really sad. You made everything better, somehow, because I knew you loved me. You were so quirky, but I loved you. I'm so sorry. So, so, sorry. I shouldn't have put you in that new tank and then given you a new fish. I should have let you adjust to one. Now I don't know what killed you. I'll miss you Sir Dr. Funkyfish II. May God protect your soul, now."
3.11.2007
swimming with the
My fish is sick. Or dying. I don't know. He keeps swimming on his side, looking like he's floating. He doesn't seem able to right himself. When he does swim, only after I poke him and move him a bit, he swims every way BUT the right way. I'm really worried. Gracie suggested that it was a type of sickness or something, so I looked it up and the closest thing I found was a bladder infection thing. The treatment is to put the fish in saltwater, which I'm doing.
I don't know. I love Sir Dr. Funkyfish II. I do. I've been crying like, all day. I don't know why; I shouldn't get this emotional over a fish. But I am. I don't want him to die.
Of course, now I have Jagger. But it seems a little too coincidental. I can't help thinking that this is all my fault. I put him in a new tank with a new fish. I could have killed my baby.
But my mom made me get out of the house today, and we went to Chris's friend's business, Johnny's pizza. I think he offered me a job, but I don't know. We'll see about that.
I think I freaked Gracie out earlier. I'm going to call her.
I don't know. I love Sir Dr. Funkyfish II. I do. I've been crying like, all day. I don't know why; I shouldn't get this emotional over a fish. But I am. I don't want him to die.
Of course, now I have Jagger. But it seems a little too coincidental. I can't help thinking that this is all my fault. I put him in a new tank with a new fish. I could have killed my baby.
But my mom made me get out of the house today, and we went to Chris's friend's business, Johnny's pizza. I think he offered me a job, but I don't know. We'll see about that.
I think I freaked Gracie out earlier. I'm going to call her.
3.09.2007
i'm digging
something right now. I just don't know what. I know I'm not digging jazz. I just tried that. I'm not digging reading. Or watching movies. Or doing homework. Or sitting around trying on clothes. Or...anything.
But something.
Yargh.
But something.
Yargh.
3.02.2007
it turns and turns
I tried to be happy today. I really did.
But it's hard.
It's even harder knowing that it shouldn't be hard.
I thought of Harold today. And it just hit me: I'm incredibly jealous. I wish it was me who spent time with him. Better yet, I wish I actually had a grandfather. I have Papa Dan, but he doesn't treat me like he does his biological grandchildren, and I see it.
I wanted to go to the fair. I'm not going to the fair. I'm a loser. I'm going to stay at home and watch movies. I'm too scared to ask my best friend if I can stay at her house, because I don't want to hear no and feel worse.
I just wish I had something.
But it's hard.
It's even harder knowing that it shouldn't be hard.
I thought of Harold today. And it just hit me: I'm incredibly jealous. I wish it was me who spent time with him. Better yet, I wish I actually had a grandfather. I have Papa Dan, but he doesn't treat me like he does his biological grandchildren, and I see it.
I wanted to go to the fair. I'm not going to the fair. I'm a loser. I'm going to stay at home and watch movies. I'm too scared to ask my best friend if I can stay at her house, because I don't want to hear no and feel worse.
I just wish I had something.
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