the nightmare begins

agh. high school. i hate it already, and i haven't even started it. went to open house thursday to "view" the school. holy crap. my schedule's got me going from one trailer at the front to another at the back, to the middle of the school, and then down three different halls miles apart. AGH!

at least i have SOME classes with gracie and kelsie. granted, only one (geography) with gracie, and spanish and geometry with kelsie. but i was hoping to have math with kelsie, since we're super smart when put together on a math problem. and i'm glad i got gracie in geography, because she's uber awesome at social studies and whatnot.

hopefully, i have more classes with other people i like. hope to see sammy or nathan or james or anybody from our group. but my biggest worry about high school is seriously how the hell i'm supposed to go to all these classes within five minutes. WHEN am i gonna be able to even find my locker, let alone USE it?

grr.

from asdf.com

I just thought your site was kickin'. :) If I could use a publishing company for something, I would go through you. :) You guys really are on track with your theories, and only few people such as you have actually touched the inner meaning of asdf, the true sanctum. One such example, "asdf" converted into morse code is .- ... -.. ..-. If you take the .'s and convert them to 0's and take the -'s and convert them to 1's, you get the binary number of 010001000010, which is 1090 in decimal. The year 1090 just happens to be 2 years after Christodoulos of Patmos, supported by Emperor Alexius I Komnenos, founded the monastery of Saint John the Theologian on Patmos. Only *4* years after the year 1090 AD... The First Crusade (1095-99) captured Jerusalem; and the Latin Kingdom of Jerusalem begins. Now because the Crusade on Jerusalem happened only a short time after the crucial year 1090, we can convert the letters ASDF into the ancient hebrew alphabet, and we get Aleph Vov Daled Samech (because of the differences in alphabets, these might not be accurate translations). We take the letters, and convert them into one word. Alephvovdaledsamech -- which converted phonetically sounds like "A lef volv da leads a mech". We can then read these sounds into words, and we get "A left Volvo does leads a mech." Going further, we get "A left Volvo does lead the mechanics", or "A left Volvo does lead the mechanical industry". We can then read into it, that a "left Volvo", obviously a car made in a country where you drive on the left side of the road, will one day lead the mechanical, or automobile industry. Ford Motors Inc. must have found out about this information before I could disclose it to you -- for they just bought Volvo. Ford is obviously trying to change this age-old Hebrew prophecy, and claim the automobile industry for themselves! You must rally the people! To the top of Mount Sinai! We shall stop them yet! ARMAGEDDON HAS BEGUN


ha!

certainly

wasn't expecting actual listeners on that last post. very frightening. gracie says it's because i kicked butt, but i think the scariest part is:

how did all of these people find my blog within two hours of when i posted that message? strange coincidence. gracie said maybe they'd typed "kick booty speech" in the google-ator (or what have you) and got my blog. what's weirder is that as i type this, there are no comments other than my own that go past the two hour mark on the comments. they ended at 12:40 am. that kinda creeps me out, that's for sure.

oh, gahshness, i just posted about a post. strange times. very strange, indeed...

i will say this once and for all

for those morons out there who think that blogs are just for whiny babies who want the whole world to know the most mundane things in their lives, i hate you. you judge what you don't know. and if that sounds cliche, think about this: maybe you're just scared to put yourself out there like other people. or maybe you know that negative gets more reaction than positive. any way, i hate that you judge me for wanting to type on the internet instead of write in a journal. at least when i post on this blog, i feel like somebody's listening or understanding, even if i get absolutely no comments for a week. i feel like i'm valued, and if that's not good enough for someone who has to harp on every single little thing, than screw you.

i'm writing this to no one in particular. suddenly, though, i felt angry at all of these hypocracies. i'm the world's biggest hypocrite, but that doesn't mean i'm not sick of it. i say i watch scary movies all the time, but i haven't in years. i judge people on the music they listen to, and even make some people feel bad about it, because i won't shutup about it. i want to be skinny but i don't want to do anything about it. i want to scream, but i stay silent. if i hear of a band name that might be even the tiniest bit cool, i immediately claim that i've listened to every one of their songs. wait, how did this become about my faults?

i hate it. just, agh...

south carolina

that's where i went on vacation. first, me and my grandma (hereafter known as bee) drove up to charleston. sitting in a car all day? not fun. but, that's mostly what the trip consisted of, so there you go.

charleston was BEAUTIFUL. we stayed at the indigo inn, which had a courtyard with fountains and whatnot. we did a horse drawn carriage ride tour around the battery. the guide was funny. couldn't hear a word she was saying. i was trying so hard not to laugh, because everyone was nodding at her like they knew what she was talking about, when i couldn't understand a single thing. next day, we hit the market. took us forever just to get through half of it. shopping wonderment, seriously. if only i had more money.....

we then drove up to myrtle beach. found it swarming with teenage derelicts, 100 beachware stores (mostly by the name of waves or pacific or eagles), 500 putt putt places (again, most of them were the same with themes like treasure island or hawaiin vacation.) what i want to know is, why would you do the hawaiin vacation one if you really wanted to completely experience myrtle beach?

anyway, night came around, and we went to the pavillion, a cross between six flags and a fair. it had roller coasters ( i rode SC's biggest one...my first roller coaster ride ever had to be a good one, right?) and short lines, so i loved it. we also hit a gift shop called the gay dolphin. biggest frikkin gift shop i've ever been in. went on for what seemed like miles and miles.

next day, we hit broadway on the beach, also filled with shopping places. i tell you something; if i had money, myrtle beach would be the first place i would go. they have THE BEST stuff i've ever seen. we were shopping for at least 4 or 5 hours before we got hungry and went to eat some barbecue. that night, we went to the carolina opry to see...what else? the carolina opry. and it was pretty good. much better than i thought it'd be. i even wore a *gasp* sleeveless, purple shirt and a *big, big gasp* pretty, colored skirt. i caught myself in the mirror somewhere and didn't even recognize me, i swear. really weird.....

then, thursday came, and we headed home after hitting the beach. we were in that car all day long. we left the beach at 10 and didn't get home till 8. and bee didn't want to listen to the radio, and i don't like listening to music that other people can't hear. it seems rude. plus, if you want to start singing to it, you can't, because the other person gets annoyed. so i sat in that car almost all day staring out the window. we did stop for an hour to eat. i had the best crab legs in the world (well, since they were my first, i can't be sure of that....)

let me tell you, crab legs are really tasty, but they're a pain in the arse to eat. i spilled iced tea all over the table, just trying to get the shell off. not pretty.

agh, so i'm tired, and i'm gonna go. glad to be back!!!

i'm off. have fun without me. i'm sure you will though, you little prostitute.

striving

to look for good things in a dreary world,
but also, inexplicably, expecting it.
the thought that an old lady was mugged
makes you remember how wonderful your grandma is
and how nothing will ever happen to her
because this world is cruel,
but not to you.

you expect the husband to come home for his baby
like he did in the commercial
but sometimes they don't.
sometimes, women get rid of their children
sometimes, it's for a better life, but other times, it's not.
and of course you think,
i will never be this cruel.

we're all striving to make a difference,
but differences in our lives are often acceptable
to us, we who want the world to be perfect.
and there is good. much good. but it's
overclouded by semeritans and muggers.