Sunday, December 28, 2003

I have returned! I'm am well rested and no longer a shade of pastyness. December was kind of the month from hell for me but now I feel allllll bettttter!
I recieved many nice things for Christmas. Waiting for me on the kitchen counter when I returned was a t-shirt that said "Serbia yay!" which my brother is most jealous of. Haha! Thank you very much Sarah! (Thank you also to Sarah P. for taking good care of my house and for Whale Rider)
I shared a room with my brother the past week. He is stinky and does not put the seat down. Or flush the toliet. Or hang up his towels. Or go to bed at a decent time. He is a strange creature.
The best present of all was a letter. But I will say nothing more. I will give no clues either.

The Red Cross sent me a mean letter telling me my blood was bad. They said it tested positive for hepatitis c or b some letter. They said they could not use it. This makes me said because they must have made a mistake and now I will have to go to the doctor and get a test for real just to make sure. Stinky!
I realized today that I do not like to fly because I always end up sitting next to strangers. An old lady kept elbowing me to ask stupid questions. The plane was scary too. It shook a lot.

Merry Christmas belated wishes to all!

Monday, December 15, 2003

Donna is the coolest! I got the best Christmas present ever today! A t-shit! And not just any t-shirt! One that says Everybody Loves a Slavic Girl!!!!!!!!!!!!! I elated and overjoyed and wearing it tomorrow!
When they ask Saddam where the weapons of mass destruction are, he will say, "In George W. Bush's pussy." Because that is where they are.

Funniest thing I hears today: "By fur trade they mean prostitution." I peed myself for that one.

Hot damn

It is my christmas gift to the world!

But you've probably already seen it.

School sucks and I am ready to do done with it for awhile. I should be doing History as usual but I haven't read the chapter so that makes it hard to do the assignment.

Saturday, December 13, 2003

I like Mental Health Days.

I cannot wait until next year. Not only will I be in college but I will not be working at Sharp during the holiday season. This means that I will probably like Christmas again. Which will be nice. As much as I bitch about working at Sharp, I really love so don't pay any attention the comments I make.
Evan I hope you are coming in today like you said you would. That is, if you can get in the door. The store should be jam packed with customers.
I watched the Italian Job last night. Turkish was in it! He got to play a....Turkish-type charcter. Still it was an exciting movie because fast cars were in it and Turkish drove them.
We're watching Harold and Maude in Philosophy and I don't understand why. Maybe Kaz is just trying to freak us out.

Thursday, December 11, 2003

Damn I feel just like a big time scientist in the human genome project when I make graphs about base pairs whilst I wear my glasses
This is the week from hell. It is my own fault that it is so but only sort of.
I need to work on my time-manegment skills better. But this time of year it is not so easy. Work is hell. It is not cool when you come home from work and cannot stay standing because your legs hurt too much. This is the third year I've had to deal with this shit. I've paid my dues there, I think I deserve a sitting down job during christmas.
But I am writing this from home because that is where I am today. Not because I am sick but because I am tired and have fallen behind in school and am going to go crazy. It is more like a Mental Health day. I have much to do because I have not had any time to work on it.
Ugggh. The keyboard and I are best friends.
Babysitting Miss Asia yesterday was fun as always. We didn't go sleding as I had hoped because we had to go to dance class. (That was a joy in itself because I had bratty children I didn't know climbing all over me. I wanted to fling them across the room but I think their mother's would've been angry. Well their mothers should have been watching them.) Then we had dinner and by the time we got home it was almost time for bed and Miss Asia wanted to watch a Barney video. Barney is the bane of my existence. He is much too happy. I think he ODs on Prozac.
I have much to do but I cannot get started yet. I have a lab report, biweekly, and AP US hist. to do. Plus I should make an appearance at forensics practice since I have not met witch my coach yet. Oh well. Plus I have christmas shopping to do. Ughh!

Sunday, December 07, 2003

So I got rejected from Madison. Which is no big deal because I didn't want to go there in the first place I only applied there to appease certain people. I'm not sad or anything I'm just bitter because I didn't get to say no to them.
But it also makes me think that if I don't get in to Madison, where will I get in? What if I don't get in anywhere? I will have to work at Sharp for the rest of my life! This thought scares me. Let me reiterate: this is one of those times when I wish I had a large and very powerful remote control and I could use it to fast forword through time and avoid all this waiting over RIT and U of M. I just wanna know! There are other things to keep me busy. School is a good start. I should be doing school work right now. I don't know how I'm going to get anything done at all this week. I'm so busy. I work Tuseday, baby sit Wed., have a band concert Monday plus monday is a holy day of obligation which means I have to go to church. Uggggh!

There was a christmas party at my house yesterday. I learned that the Yew tree is not a very well known tree.

My legs hurt like a bitch. Work was nasty today. Very busy despite the Packer/Bear game. Got to babysit people who still can't do things on their own. My favorite!

I update my other blog, Bibliophile read and enjoy!

Thursday, December 04, 2003

I love half days. I went out to lunch with my mom and saw many people at Acoustic. Crazy! Then my mom and I went to find cool yarn for the purse I am going to start knitting and I spent way too much money on it. Cool yarn is expensive. Oh well. I am excited to knit my purse and I have plenty of time to do so. I bought christmas presents for my dad and my brother. I got the new issue of BUST magazine too. Then we went home and my mom and I are trying to start the purse. First you start with the bottom. You cannot start at the top like I wanted to. I wanted to do top, bottom, and then the strap but you can't do things that way. You must go by what the pattern says.
I am listening to Badly Drawn Boy. It is glorius.
I shaved my legs. I didn't realize I had a whole line of bruises up and down my shin on my right leg. A thick layer of fur will hide these facts from you.
What else? Oh! I have my senior quote! Would you like to see it? You would! Hurray! Here it is. You cannot steal it ok?

"In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer." --Albert Camus

It's funny how that describes me perfectly. It came off of a corny ass calender my dad gave me for christmas last year. That's been the only good thing that calender had going for it.

Wednesday, December 03, 2003

So yesterday, I wrote this post about what a bad day I had because my period was coming and stuff and I felt like I was stoned because I couldn't comprehend human speech. I posted it but it has disappeared. This makes me sad. :(
(Private to Evan - No I don't get horrible periods but I have the worst mood swings known to man before my period. So there.)
Yes Evan and I were talking about periods. Isn't that special? That's a way to make friends!
Uggh. As I begin to look toward the end of the school year the more I realize that high school is starting to become like Nazi Germany. They have implemented a whole new system in the cafeteria because stupid shitheads have been stealing things! So now only so many people can be let into the ala carte line at a time. Fucking stupid if you ask me. I'm bringing my lunch from now on. I'm 18 years old, I think I can handle eating lunch from school and not stealing things. STUPID!!!!!!!!!
I am so angry. I feel more and more like I am being treated like a small child. I want to be seen as somewhat as an adult but that obviously isn't going to happen any time soon.

Monday, December 01, 2003

Sarah E!!!! I have you photos!!! Would you like to see them? I have a half day on thursday! We should do lunch!

December 1 begins the countdown. I have 45 days until I know. My head might explode. Come January 12 y'all better be patient with me. I will be a nervous wreak.
Evan how the shit did you get my email address? You scare me. Please stop sending me ads about the penis patch. I do not have a penis. But if I did I would be proud. I think. I don't know?
Everyone should see Love, Actually. It will warm the coldest of hearts. I promise. You will walk out of the theater with a spring in your step, a smile on your face and a song in your heart.
I'm not doing homework tonight. That is really exciting. At least I think so.

Thursday, November 27, 2003

I drove to Madison and back. This is huge for me. My brother has a cute cat but it is not his because he doesn't like it and it doesn't like him.
I was planning on doing homework today because i know won't have time this week end (I will work 22 hours and live to tell the tale of christmas rush) I doubt I will even have time to go to the bathroom this weekend but I fell asleep and slept all afternoon.
I tired of my dad making comments about paying for RIT. If its going to be that much trouble I will live in a box on campus and pay for it myself.
I try to imagine what it would be like to work someplace else besides at Sharp but I have trouble. It doesn't seem possible. Maybe if I don't get into college I will work at Sharp full time. It will be my life's work.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Friday, November 21, 2003

My tummy hurts. Tonight I will have a lovely smoothie. It will be delicious and well-earned. I will finish taking Sarah's "senior" pictures. It is bad when your camera runs out of bateries but you don't believe it has because you think your camera is invincible so you try to force it take pictures anyway and when it won't you call it crappy and then you check the battery levels and realize that your camera isn't invincible and that sometimes it needs to refuel. That was the longest run-on sentence ever in the history of sentences.
I tried my hair today with a blow-dryer and not the naturally occuring air. It is fluffy and soft. I like it like this. I am turning too girly.
I hope it doesn't snow tomorrow. At least in the morning. I like to run and I want to go outside to run not to my basement. My basement is boring and kind of scary. I am afraid that spiders will come out of the cieling and fall in my mouth and I will be forced to eat them. Who says I can't run in snow? My mom for one. She will say I will get a cold. But a cold cannot catch me if I am running away from it and I am faster than the cold.
Evan do not flatter yourself. You are douche plain and simple. I have forgiven you long ago for your misdeed. But it would be nice if you payed a penance of some sort. I like penances.
My brother will be home next week. Our goal for this christmas is to make our mom cry again. Last year we did when we gave her a caricature drawn of the two of us. This year we will have real photographs take of ourselves (together of course) in a studio with a professional photographer (Mary Jo at Sharp) and she will cry because she has this wonderful picture of her wonderful children.

Thursday, November 20, 2003

I am a badass gangsta bitch! I should be doing my summary for the lab we just did (which I was not here for) in Biotech but I'm not!

Sarah E -- if you read this before I'm supposed to come pick you up I'm going to be late because I have a forensics meeting I have to be at. OKEY DOKEY?

Mr. Allen has a sign in his room that says it is safe to talk to him about porn. I don't believe him.

Passports are fun. I took many passport pictures at work last night. I think I might have set a personal record. I took at least 5 I think. Horray!

So much homework. Hmmmmmmmm. I am bad because I have been putting off AP US. I am baaaaaad.

The bell is going to ring soon. I should shut up.

Wednesday, November 19, 2003

I'm back from RIT! All went well. The interviewer said that 80% of the early decision candidates are accepted. Which is good. But I don't want to say anything yet because I do not want to jinx it yet. I will know in January.

When I was there I realized that there is a big world outside of EC and that I cannot wait to get out of it. No matter where I go to college. Plus how many colleges have a Ben and Jerry's stand in the student union?

I hate AP US History. The tests are impossible to study for. They come straight from the book and if I go through and study each chapter that is 20 pages of reading times 4 chapters equals 100 pages to study. How the shit am I supposed to do that? Ughhh. Of course I will manage it in college. I better. At least I hope I do. I cannot be afraid of taking tests. Nope nope nope.

Where is my giant remote that lets me fast forword through time? If I had it I would fast forward to Christmas and then I would go to florida and come back and know where I am going to college.

Ohhhh well.

Wednesday, November 12, 2003

Ooooh girl. I am at school and this keyboard is hard to type on. I do not know why. Maybe because it is older than the hills. The keys do not press down in a pleasing fashion.
Why am I so happy today? I woke up this morning and realized....I AM ON MY OWN FOR 4 WHOLE DAYS! Yay!
No parents, no authority, no one telling me what to do...I am absolutely ecstatic!
I shall stay up very late tonight because there is no one home who goes to bed at 9:30. Haha!

Tuesday, November 11, 2003

I've started a blog about my love for books. Look at it here

Whooo! Party! Mom and dad are leaving for Arizona tomorrow and I shall be all by my lonesome self! Nake runs for all! Mary shall be master of her domain.

Started Doctor Zhivago today. That should be a barrel of laughs.

Last week I was in kind of a funk if some of you noticed. Although, most didn't. Nobody can ever tell with me. I may seem so happy but inside I am screaming. Anyway, last week I was really down. But I wasn't taking my meds so that is the reason. I would wake up in the morning with this awful pressure on my chest and I would feel like crying. But I never did because there is something in me that doesn't let me show my true feelings or let me say what I feel.

"Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind." - Dr. Seus

Tuesday, November 04, 2003

I love being clinically depressed, oh I love it so! When it hurts so bad to feel so good, I love being clinincally depressed!

That's my little song.
I do not like being sick.
I wonder if I stopped going to school if Sarah would be the only one who noticed. Then she would have more space in our locker.
My hair is very wet.

Some people (*fake cough*Evan M.) get too excited for Christmas. You see, in my line of work, Christmas is an evil evil holiday. Christmas is hell on earth. I do not like it. People are dumb, people are lazy, and people are mean. That is what I learn each Christmas. People leave things untill the last minute and then expect you to make things all better for them if they give you some sob story about how they couldn't get out to Eau Claire because their cat broke it's leg. That's why they need you to rush their order ahead of everyone else's because they were stupid and put things off untill the last minute. I DON'T FUCKING CARE.
I don't like Christmas because I see people being greedy and mean and disagreeable and even some of my bastard co-workers get stupid. Leaving you to do all the dirty work. "I'll just go home early tonight because I'm hung over when I'm really just going to go out again tonight and drink and then show up at work tomorrow half drunk still and not do my fair share of the work."

Saturday, November 01, 2003

What is the other 20%?

I should be working on my biotech lab report. But I don't wanna. It's saturday morning! The day after halloween. I have to report to work in 63 minutes.
I should've done my running thang this morning but I decided breakfast and blogging was more important. We will see how it goes after work. That is when I will probably do it.

I've procrastinated too much on the fucking lab report. I shall now refer to it as FLR. I should be working on it. But I can't! Not when the keyboard is so ripe to be used to convey thoughts other than scientific ones.
So here goes
My fingernails are crooked. It is driving me wild.
All of my college applications are in. Yay! I ended up applying at Univeristy of Minnesota, UW-Madison, and of course Rochester Institute of Technology (where I want to study biomedical photographic communications. Say that 4 times fast and don't get tongue tied! I dare ya!)
I answered the door for tricker treaters last night cuz daddy is not around this weekend. (Thankfully.) Herr Fleming brought his kinder and demanded candy. Literally. I told him he had to be nice and not eat any small children. I got mad when the little brats who came to the door would just stand there with their bags open and not say "Trick or treat!" That is what you are supposed to do otherwise I will close the door in your face. I especially loved it when they didn't say thank you. But the little itty bitty kids who could barely say "trick or treat" where my favorites. The ones I had to squat down to give candy to because they were so tiny. But by far the highlight of my evening was see Miss Asia in her costume. How can one child be so sweet and smart and wonderful? I wanted to give her extra candy but she had an annoying friend with her. Damn.

I am stinky!
I keep hearing "My United States of Whatever" in a skateboarding video game commericial. While I am happy that Liam Lynch is getting those royalties. It makes me sad. Why is it there? Oh well.
My mom is talking loudly to the cat. Best go get ready for work.

Monday, October 27, 2003

Oh hell yes. Monday is quiz day.

I'm pretty damn hard core! Fear me!

Like Dennis Leary I am an.....

your asshole.

What swear word are you?
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I'm done.

Time for homework.


Friday, October 24, 2003

I won my debate in AP US History.
I rule

Thursday, October 23, 2003

Why does it smell faintly like a skunk exploded in here?
I don't exist unless I think I do. Therefore I'm not really writing this because I don't think that I exist right now. I think I will call in non-existence to school tomorrow. That you Rene Descartes for the best sick-day excuse ever!

I am hungry.

lalalal college applications are the hizzy fa shizzy.

Monday, October 20, 2003

I am bored so I take quizes.

My inner child is one year old today

My inner child is one year old!

Everything is new to me. I like watching the world
go by around me, and I don't sweat the small
stuff--or the large stuff, either. Just so long
as I stay warm and safe and dry, life's pretty

How Old is Your Inner Child?
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Ha ha! This is one of my favorite crazy sayings of

Which One of George W. Bush's Funny Quotes Are You? (Pictures!) (Not for supporters)
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You're Go-Go
You're Go-Go, you have two weapons a small knife
and a huge ball on a change that you can be
very deadly with. Though you're only seventeen
you're one of O-renshi's personal bodyguards

Which Kill Bill Character are you: Volume 1
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Haha! I am not The Bride!

Wednesday, October 15, 2003

Turkish...just Turkish
HOT AMERICAN SHIT NIGHT! (Is tonight!) There is a disco in Germany that plays hip hop mostly that advertises that as one of their "theme nights."
It makes me laugh.

Katja had to buy beef jerky today. She got 4 packages. For her friend. Who likes beef jerky. They do not have it in Germany. How do they survive?

Quick review of the new Deathcab for Cutie album: awesome. But pay attention to the lyrics. Most of the songs are about sex. Yup. I once asked my mother why all songs are about love and she said it is because love makes the world go round. I think sex does now.

Mary, mary, you are so scandalous...

Tuesday, October 14, 2003

Kill Bill was sweet! One of the coolest Germans in the exchange sat throught the entire movie saying at random intervals, "Fucking movie!"
You had to be there. Today that same German told me that my partner is a lesbian. But he says that about everyone.
I'm doing two things at once. How do you like that?
All of my college applications will be in by October 25. No exceptions. I promise!
Nipple is a funny word.
I don't think I will be doing my bi-weekly tonight as originaly planned. Ha! Take that!
I can't wait to go to Germany. It will be sweet.
I've been hanging out with Tia too much. I say "sweet" and "yeah dude" a lot.
Hmmm...I just finished doing AP US History and my little introductions are too little. They are way shorter than usual. I don't have any clever metaphors and anything. I've overused the dsyfunctional family one. This is not good.
Oh well. I'm not going back to do it again.

Monday, October 13, 2003

This is what you get for procrastinating. You have to get up at 6:30AM on collaboration day to finish homework.
Damn Germans. Making me be social.
It's ok, I don't mind.
Katja is super cool. She is very sweet. Yup. My cat, who doesn't like strangers, likes her. It's amazing!
She's the sweetest german in your...german pie?

I don't care if my essay sucks. I wasn't given very good prompts to work with and neither was the literature I was to supposed to use. Ugh.
I'm gonna see Kill Bill tonight. With the Germans no less! It shall be magnificent. I hope.

I visited my brother's house on friday. It's...nice? In his room is a giant flag that says "Don't tread on me!" Ok, I will try not to step on you anymore.
Also their cat thinks satan is chasing it. Stupid boys.

I got to visit my friends at the Art Institute this weekend. You know....Renoir, Picasso, Hopper, Woods, Klee, Kandinsky, Warhol, Matisse....the usual. Plus I got to see a Lewis Carol photog exhibition....yeah photog.

Thursday, October 02, 2003

I have a tiny little hole on my arm where a very big needle was. I feel really good after giving blood. Like I actually did something. It feels like community service on a much higher level. The saving lives level.

Katja is coming in 2 days!

I'm wearing my Chicago Cubs tshirt and my dad said he liked it a lot where did I get it? I said it used to be yours and he said na uh and said once you were this small dad

Good story!

Glynis is the joy of my life. (Next to you Sworva Jean) We scream things at each other in the hallway and people give us nasty looks but we don't care it is funny.

My uncle is on the cover of a minnesota bussiness magazine and I realized looking at it that he looks like a clean shaven Dominic Brotodeau. It's so weird!

Tuesday, September 30, 2003

Four days remain! Boooya!

Mary might have a date for homecoming. Yes this is a year of many firsts....

I'm listening to Damien Rice. Everyone should!

Giving blood tomorrow! Wahoo!

Monday, September 29, 2003

My breaks!
FIVE DAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm tired and my head hurts. I have stupid History homeowork to do. Poopie. My favorite book is any that I don't have to read for school.

Sarah I think we should have a Jackass party.

Thursday, September 25, 2003

Nate you did not run for homecoming court. I don't believe you

I wish people could read my mind. It would be so much easier. Everyone would know exactly what I feel and would know when I lie. See I told everyone that I was Ok today. But I wasn't. I just...act so different from the way I feel on the inside. I hate my surroundings and I want out more than ever. I have no reason to go to school other than I have to. I have nothing to look forword to besides graduation. (And Katja. But that doesn't count!)

I hate procrastination. I have an AP Psych test tomorrow. I haven't studied or read the chapter or anything. I don't know why I take AP classes. Maybe it's cuz Pete did and I'm still in competition with him even though he's left high school.

Rachel are you still coming home tomorrow? I've been really excited all week...

Tuesday, September 23, 2003

Katja will be on American soil in a mere 11 days! My head might explode! Who is Katja? you ask. Well. She is my German partner from GAPP (German American Partnership Program) She and 26 others are coming to stay for two weeks (then they get to go to NYC) Katja wants to go to homecoming, so I will take her. It's fine I guess. Anyway I am really looking forword to it. Plus we are taking her to Chicago for a weekend to see all the museums and fun stuff!! Yay! I just hope my dad doesn't try to talk to her in german because the only phrase he knows is "Sprechen Sie Deutsch?" Which means: "Do you speak German?" Of course she speaks German! She is German! I try to correct his German when he tries to speak it but it doesn't always work. He thinks cuz he's been there, he's an expert. I laugh a lot.
Speaking of homecoming - I'm running for court. That's right. I'm running for court. Jenny Stone and I nominated each other today. Jenny says if she is elected queen she will go in drag. I think it will be really funny if I'm elected to court. Haha ha ha hah!
Got 8.5 on my introductions for Mr. B. Not bad. Still not happy, but he had reason to.
So I really like having a stay at home mom. Mom is always there when I get home. We watch Jeopardy together and talk about our days. So interesting.

Friday, September 19, 2003

Katja is coming two weeks from tomorrow! I am so very excited!

Petey's roommates are getting a cat. They are naming it Cali, after the Colombian drug cartel. (Just kidding.) I will play with it when I visit in October!

I can't be helicase for Halloween because I am going to be Inigo Montoya!

Ladies and gentlemen, the new Saves the Day CD is....kinda sucky. You see, the singer used to SING the songs. Now he justs sings them. Get it?

Thursday, September 18, 2003

I am so mad at Mr. Buchholz!!!!!!!!!!
He grades on a 9 point scale - 9 being the best grade right? We have these introductions to questions we have to turn in for every unit that he assigns right? So I worked really hard on Chapter 4 turn in KICK ASS intros - he writes on my paper that my intros are worth a 9 but he doesn't want to give me one because it's too early in the year and he doesn't want it to go to my head.

The End.

I loooooooooooove Biotechnology. I love Biotech so much I want to be helicase for halloween.

I miss: Allison, Rachel, Bekah. (Maybe Nate)

Three words: boys are stupid

Monday, September 08, 2003

Wowie! A glorius new school year has started! I am a senior! I am cock of the walk! Yay!

Here are my classes in review:
Eagle Band: Poop on a stick! I sit and contemplate suicide because I am better at my instrument (at least playing pep tunes I am) and I know it.
AP Psychology: Enough with the touchy feely shit! I wanna learn!
AP Lit and Comp: I wanna read books! Not talk about literary terms!
Biotechnology: My favorite
Philosophy: Interesting but it still doesn't meet my standards of learning
German 4: How gives an oral test on the second day of school? Don't answer that question....
AP US History: Hell on Earth. I don't want a class with freshmen please.

Wednesday, August 27, 2003

The Princess Bride
I'm sure it's no big surprise to you that your
romance is The Princess Bride. A heartwarming
tale of "Twue Wuve" that has giants,
Spainards and swashbuckling. You really do
think that love can overcome anything. You may
be a touch naive but your heart is certainly in
the right place. You've probably got one of
those relationships where proper nouns have
been replaced with "Snookums" and
"Pookie Pie". Eww. Beware a cuteness

What Romance Movie Best Represents Your Love Life?
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Man, a week from today school starts. Except I have to go back on tuseday to be nice to freshies.
So I found out who my flock of freshmen shall be. No one I know. There must still be hope to train them as ninjas.
Man! I'm gonna be a senior! Wowie! It's not every senior who gets to touch up her own senior portraits. I have a chipped tooth that will look nasty as an 8x10. I'm gonna fix it. It's only chipped cuz the bonding stuff they stuck to it is starting to deteriorate. That's so not cool.


My nose is stuffed. I better not be getting a cold. Goddamn alergies.

I miss you Sarah P!

Sunday, August 24, 2003

Is consuming alcohol at your boss's house in front of your boss a bad thing?

SO MAD it's not even funny. My head might EXPLODE

Friday, August 22, 2003

I can't believe summer is almost over. The end of August reminds me of water going down the drain in a bathtub. It's all slipping away from me. Allison, Tony, and Rachel are leaving and I won't see them even half as much as I used to. That is what happens when all your friends are (were) upperclassmen. I had a thought: Am I starting to grow up? Does turning 18 all of a sudden start a new chapter in your life?
Oh enoguh of this melancholy shit.
I can't wait to be a senior. Cuz that means I'm cock of the high school walk. All you weirdies out there are saying, "She's still in high school!" Oh I know you are cuz I get it all the time. Getting out of high school means going to college. I can't wait for that. I get to learn new things and meet new people.
God just shut up.

Friday, August 15, 2003

The day from hell.
No I'm serious.
First I can't sleep. Then I go to work and all the fucking day staffers leave early. Buh bye. Then Three out of four working machines break down. Meaning we can develop film but not print it.

But I'm listening to U2 so all is good.
Dear fucking god.
Also - this one is for you, Blake. Maybe you've already seen it?

It's 5:30 AM. I've been up since 3:52AM. Why the fuck can't I sleep? I moved to the couch in the basement because I thought maybe a strange place might make me fall asleep (it usually does) but it didn't. So here I am.
Today is a big day. Today, I have to ask my boss for a college recommendation. I'll be at work anyway for most of my waking hours. Or least I would've been had I been able to sleep! Anyway, since I work in a photo lab and RIT is a really career focused college, I thought it might make sense for Bill (that's my boss. How cool is it that I can call my boss by his first name?) to write me a recommendation. That is, if he thinks I deserve one. In my opinion I do. I am honest and hard working. I think.
I'm also excited. For other things. My brother is going back to school tomorrow. He is moving into his house. This means he won't be home very often or for very long at a time. What makes me really happy is that I haven't had to buy one full tank of gas at all this summer. He's been using the car so much that I don't bother. I just trick him by putting in a little itty bitty amount.
So that power outage is really crazy. You know what? I don't give a shit. Nope. Yeah it's interesting and at most amusing, but it reminds me of when the eastern seaboard gets lots of snow or is having a really cold spell. It makes the national news. But if it happens in the gives a hoot. Not like I care, nothing interesting ever happens here.
Funny. I hate snow yet I want to go to RIT. They got 140 inches of snow last winter. Yay! Luckily there are tunnels underneath the school. I would never have to go outside all winter! How lucky.
I hope you all noticed the notice on Sarah P's blog. We need to find that kitty a home. Unless she did already and didn't tell me.
This is quite possibly the longest post I've written all summer. Crazy!

Sunday, August 10, 2003

Tori never fails to amaze me.
Wowie! The concert was awesome! Tori even played "Purple Rain"! and Ben played "Chopsticks" (by Liz Phair). Wowie!

Thursday, August 07, 2003

I haven't been putting much in this thing cuz I haven't been doing anything exciting or interesting. Here is what my day consists of:
6:30 or 7:00 AM: Be rudely awakened by brother and father yelling at each other on the stairs
9:30 or 10AM: Get up, realize you are alone in house, eat breakfast, watch two reruns of ER in a row.
11:30 or Noon: Shower, get dressed, sift through the mess in room looking for clean underwear
12:30PM: Lunch?
1 to 2PM: Watch Futurama and Family Guy reruns.
2 to 3PM: Check webcomics, email, and play computer solitare.
3 to 3:30PM: Watch Extended Play while waiting for brother to call for a ride home from work.
3:??PM: Pick up brother.
3:45PM: Get dressed for work.
3:50PM: Leave for work.
3:55PM: Arrive at work.
4 to 9PM: Work.
9:15PM: Home.
11PM or Midnight: Bedtime.

You see? Nothing to write about. The thing I have to look forword to this week is the Tori Amos/Ben Folds concert I'm going to on saturday.
I want to shoot myself.
I want a nap.

Monday, August 04, 2003

I am so back. Back from RIT that is. See, I went there for a visit and to go to this college and careers exploration thing.
It was glorius! I love RIT. Love it! So yeah....if the gods of the admissions office smile down on me...I'll get in.

I'm working tonight. Working so hard for the money. Probably till 4AM. Maybe later. I hope to break this summer's record.

Thursday, July 24, 2003

Sarah and Greg aren't boring, it's just that I was tired. OK?
Had a great time in St Paul yesterday. Wheee. I laughed a lot. And got the hiccups.
I had so much to say. Then I forgot. Now I can't remember.

Tuesday, July 22, 2003

I'm so tired I might go to bed early tonight.
Last night I fell asleep in the car on the way home because Sarah and Greg were talking about boring things. I don't think they noticed. When I woke up, the convo was still boring. I wish I could be as well read as those two.
But we are going again tomorrow! I cannot wait! The zoo! Twice in one week! Como Zoo not Minnesota. That place (MN zoo) bites my ass. You can really smell the exotic animal shit at the Como Zoo.
I'm listening to Ben Fold's right now and it reminds me that I'll be going to see him in less then a month. With Tori, too no less!
Ugggh. My head hurts. I'm mad at my brother cuz he punched me in the stomach really hard for touching his Metallica tickets. A waste of money I say.
I wish I could wax intellectual about something. I don't even know as much about cameras as I think I do.
And bisexual porn! We couldn't pull those boys away from it!

Sunday, July 20, 2003

Was there ever any doubt that I wouldn't be Sophia from the Golden Girls? That's how I hope to turn out when I am old.

Wasting time before I have to be at work at Noon. I have to work nasty Ann. She is really mean to me. I try to be nice but it doesn't work. She is mean anyway. Just for the record I also dislike Vijay Signh.
Mmmm Flonase.
Today is Sarah E.'s birthday! Happy birthday! Also, man walked on the moon, but that's secondary.
In other news: I still haven't gotten my scores back. I have given up hope. Oficially. As of right now.
I like Tomb Raider. It's fun and challenging to play. The only thing I don't like is the unrealistic proportions Lara Croft's body. It's not right.

Thursday, July 17, 2003

Corin Tucker
Which Sleater-Kinney Girl Are You?

Sophia Petrillo
Which Golden Girl Are You?
I've only checked for the mail twice today. I think that may be a record. Hmmmm Sierra got her scores, but why didn't I get mine? This drives me crazy!
Good party last night. Too bad I had to leave at midnight cuz I have a curfew unlike all of you lucky bastards. Poo. (I'm pouting.) Anyway, I had lots of fun and I got to be an army of love for John Cusack. (I forget how to spell his name.)
There was a big fire near my house on tuseday night. It was scary because lots of old people lived in the apartment building that burned up. I hope they are all ok. It was also strange to see basically the entire neighborhood come out of their houses and passerby stop too, to watch the progress of the fire fighters.

I'm trying to give the mailman time to get his rear in gear. I wish he would be consistent and come at the same time every day. I guess that must be too hard.....
It's 1PM! I can go check for the mail!

Wednesday, July 16, 2003

This site makes me cry.

TODAY AT 5PM A WAR IS A STARTIN' you should all come!
I'll stop trying to be all dramatic and witty and just go back to bed.

Monday, July 14, 2003

The music coming out of the speakers is tinny and too close sounding. I am apathetic, here and now. I am glued to this screen trying to figure out my existence and my place in the world. With words I conjure images of hiding under the table from all that wants to hurt me. In my head I am perfect. I am floating, so light near the ceiling. Sunlight streams through me and I feel like I could dissolve now. All of my worries would be gone and my heart wouldn't feel so heavy. I feel weighted here. Anchors are attached to my ankles and everytime I try to move, the ropes chaffe. All I hear inside my head are distant sounds. Echoes in the ocean almost. I wish I was a wave.
Goddamnit! When will my damn AP test scores come? I practically waited by the mailbox this morning. When I saw the little white truck pull into our cul-de-sac, I ran out of the house, down the driveway to the street my heart fluttering, hope stewing in my guts. And what did I get? A notice from RIT that I haven't turned in my medical forms or behavior contract for the careers weekend I signed up for. (Yes ladies and gentlemen, I am back to pinning my hopes on RIT. CCC is a crappy school. I was looking more at price and not at quality.) I think my head might explode!
Other than that I have had a most uneventful weekend. Hung out with Donna on saturday night, did nothing on sunday.
That reminds me.....
JULY 16TH! 5PM! SARAH EDWARDS! WE ARE THROWING A WAR! She's gonna be 20 and I'm already 18, so why not throw a war?
I had a nice birthday. It was uneventful. That's alright though. I don't need drama and fanfare. I just need a war.
Do you know what my new hobby is? Applying for scholorships. I know. I'm such a dork. But I am responsible for half of my college education and unlike my good for nothing brother, I intend to be proactive about the whole situation. So I got this gigantic book and I've been going throught it and hightlighting all the scholorships that I fight the criterea for and I intend to apply to. Now all I have to do is construct a database of all the scholorship possibilities and blah blah blah. Really, I'll just make a list and cross them off as I go along. Skiping through the woods like little Red Riding Hood. I rock, I know you don't have to say it. I already know.
All this typing has made me tired. (And the stress too.) I think I will take a nap.

Thursday, July 10, 2003

Hiho silver is what I say!

Yay! Finally it is my birthday! Happy birthday to me! Eighteen years old! Yay! My feet are doing a little dance!

Wednesday, July 09, 2003

Breakfast was awesome Sarah! That was a great meal! Whooo! Thanks for the tshirt! WHooo
I frosted my cupcakes and put sprinkles on them. What more do you want?

Everyone needs to go here right now. I swear to god you might piss your pants. You just might.

Tuesday, July 08, 2003

Ok, ok. I don't mean to brag or sound all tough but...I worked untill 4AM this morning. Yes ladies and gentleman...that is this summer's new record.
I'm so proud of me. Speaking of work one of my buddies there is more excited for me to turn 18 than I am. I suspect that he wants to get into my pants. I can't be sure though.
Ok. Ok. Ok. Here's my rant. The radio station of choice was 92.1 which is classic rock. I enjoyed it because i could sing along. What I didn't enjoy was the fact that I didn't hear anything within the 12 hours I spent listening to it by any female musicians. Joan Jett, Lita Ford, the Pretenders...were all overlooked. The other thing that pissed me off was everytime the set was over and it was time for comercial, I had to hear a highly sexist, male targeted commerical for a wet tshirt contest. FUCK!

Ok I'm done.

No one has gotten my little challenge so I will tell you who sang it. Pedro the Lion in "Penetration."
I've stumped you all!

Monday, July 07, 2003

I like the types of songs that have the singers screaming at the end. Those are best.
I work today. I am hoping to work late.
I am wearing gray pants and a gray tshirt. I haven't put in contacts.
I am lazy.

Saturday, July 05, 2003

Work is good and money is yummy.
I had seasame chicken today at work (we got chinese food for lunch) it was delicious! It made up for the asshole customer I had to deal with this morning! yay!
I changed my email address. I found out that sometimes when you string two random words together you get a masturbation reference. (ahem...thanks Dora) Also I get more junkmail than legitmate mail. So I changed it. Now you need to find out what it is so you can send me chain letters and stuff right? Ok. Well find me on AIM (ducklingpod) and I'll tell you.
Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle is the feel good movie of the summer! I felt REALLY good after I left it. I think I might need to go see it again.
I get to sleep in my own bed tonight. That makes me soooo happy. I've been sleeping on the couch in the basement because we had company. My room acts as the guest room because the bed is nice. And the cieling is fun to look at too!
I hate sleeping in the basement because one night, I was sleeping there because we had company again and I started projectile vomitting. I couldn't stop. When I finally did, I could hardly walk so I slept the rest of the night in my own vomitt and waited for my mom to wake me up. I was supposed to go get her to help me but I couldn't. Digusting, I know.
Gasp! I just realized I can go to bed at a decent hour tonight!
How come when I press shift by itself, nothing happens? I wish something would.

If it isn't making dollars then it isn't making sense.

Who sang it? Put your answer on the tag board and let's see how smart you think you are.

Thursday, July 03, 2003

I worked late...again...1:20AM! Whoohooo! Yet I am still tired.
Ok so I'm going to tell about my trip.
First we drove to Des Moines. Then we drove to Colorado Springs and stayed for two days. We went up Pike's Peak and saw the Garden of the Gods (cool rock formations) there. Then we drove to Sedona, AZ. We stayed there for a long time. We saw the Grand Canyon and the Hoover Dam. Sedona itself is also very pretty. It's got these red rock formations. Then we drove to Amarillo, TX. Then we drove to Independence, MO and saw Harry S. Truman's house. Boring! Then we drove home.
I was bored a lot of the time because I had no one to talk to besides my parents. They are boring and don't talk much. My mom knitted a million scarves. My dad drove a lot and talked about crap. I sat in the back and tried to pretend I was in a different place. Occaisonally I would screech, "I'M STILL HERE!!" and they would say that they know, they hadn't forgotten me. I did that about once every two hours. Also, I slept a lot.
Last night when I was working I found out that Teresa likes the Mr. T Experience (as do I) and that we both have the same favorite Mr. T Experience song ("Swiss Army Girlfriend") so we listened to them and it was good. T and I make a good team late at night.
All of my vacation pictures have been printed. Yay! Also it's my birthday in seven days. I will be eighteen. Wowie!
My dad bought fireworks in New Mexico that have pandas on them. Isn't it exciting?

Tuesday, July 01, 2003

I'm back! I just typed a whole buncha stuff but then it all went away and I don't feel like retyping it. So there.

Wednesday, June 18, 2003

Today is the big day! I am leaving for Arizona today! We will drive to Des Moines, then to Colorado Springs, then to Sedona! Yay! My camera will be a-clickin' a lot! I won't be back till June 30 so yeah.
I worked yesterday. I printed like a fiend. 17 rolls in 90 minutes! Yay me! It may have only been 60 but I didn't really keep track.
Somebody still owes me money. The deadline is looming my friend.

Monday, June 16, 2003

I'm getting my hair cut today! Yay! I almost have a mullet! Not good!
I don't work today and I feel so empty inside. Actually I'm glad.
My brother's birthday is today. He is 21. Whoohooo.
Sarah Edwards just called and made my day. I'm going now. Bye bye.

Sunday, June 15, 2003

My dad ate all the food...again.....

I hate to be a bitch but: for those of you who owe me money (you know who you are) please pay up by WEDNESDAY JUNE 18 @ 2PM. I leave for Arizona at 3PM and would like not to have to spend 1 1/2 weeks worrying about money. The story of me and money is so funny! When I bought my Nikon N65 I was sick to my stomach for three days. I was not a fun person to be around. Exceptions can be made. But you must talk to me first.
In other news I'm on Flonase! I fucking love going to the doctor and leaving with a new perscription clutched in my sweaty hand. It's all my mom's fault. She was tired of hearing me caugh and spit out phlem and sound like a man in the morning (damn you allergies AND genetics!) so she made me go. I was forced to admit that I've been battling a cold since the first day of spring. So I got Flonase! It goes up my nose and it smells funny. Oh by the way, my suspicions have been confirmed, Prevacid is not purple it is HOT PINK (and blank it's really neat looking.)
I might ride my bike to work today. I wearing the baggy cargo pants though so they might get caught in the chain. Those pants are probably really stinky by now. I wouldn't know because I am wearing them. Go away pop up add, I do not need my penis enlarged.
Heheh penis is a funny word.

Friday, June 13, 2003

I slept all day yesterday that's why I didn't say anything. I can't even remember if I looked at webcomics. I think I did. Anyway I worked late again on wednesday night. I've accumulated 9 hours of overtime this week which makes me very happy. VERY HAPPY.
I like money.
I need to get out of my house. Somebody call me or something......
Maybe I'll catch fire

Wednesday, June 11, 2003

So the phone rang a little while ago and I answered it "Hello Sharp Photo" I have been working too much! Last night I worked till 11PM. It was fantastic! I am the super sorter! You know that movie The Fast and the Furious? Well it's about me! I'm a fast and furious sorter and everyone is in awe of my speed.
I'm hungry. I think I will eat something.
This lady called at work yesterday and was asking questions about copyright releases and then she said, "And I have one other comment. You're voicemail system has no rotary phone option so I was forced to switch phones." OH! GOD FORBID SHE SHOULD HAVE TO USE A DIFFERENT PHONE! I think she needs to enter the 21st century and get herself a touchtone phone. Cuz they are what most people use. I don't think they even make rotary phones anymore. Goddddd

Tuesday, June 10, 2003

I love love love working late at Sharp. I'm not being sarcastic. Here is why: I am making time and a half, there are no customers to wait on, we can play the radio as loud as we like, we can ignore the drivet through window, we can take really long breaks or naps and get paid for it, plus I can do cartwheels in the parking lot at 11PM. Around 11PM we took a break. My two coworkers needed to smoke and I needed to get out of the lab. So I did cartwheels and they clapped and slowly developed lung cancer. Our original estimated time of being done was 2:30AM but one of the machines decided to be bitchy and it's not like we're trained Fugi technicians. So we packed it in. I was working on the other machine that wasn't freaking out sorting (sorting entails going through each printed roll of film and taking out pictures that look bad - color, density, etc - and sending them back to be corrected) and we finished every roll that was due before noon the next day. So we finished and my two coworkers went to Chester's to unwind. I went home. And cleaned my room. I slept till noon and my mom tried calling me to tell me something important and it was funny because I could not comprehend a word she was saying.

Nate are you sure you want to lend me your GBA? I might drop it into the Grand Canyon.

I can't read in the car anymore. I get car sick. Especially if my father is driving. See he used to drive a bus when he lived in Chicago and now he thinks when he drives a car that he can drive it like a bus. That means doing many things at once. I fear for my life and often find myself being jerked around the road to avoid oncoming traffic. I can listen to music while I ride in a car but I have to be doing something else. Writing in my paper journal is no good because my hand writing gets all shaky. I could knit but I might stab myself in the stomach with a knitting needle.

I'm still really tired from last night. Ughh. I just want a nap. But I can't because I have to work tonight again. I'm such a glutton for punishment that if given the oppourtunity to work late again, I would.

When are we going to have that burning party? I gots to clear my social calender.

Monday, June 09, 2003

Do they have used Gameboy Advances at Gamestar? I need to know I have a long car ride full of show tunes and Frank Sinatra ahead of me.....please help......

Do you wanna know how stupid I am? Ok here goes: I was checking my webcomics and I came to Penny Arcade and I was reading the post and then I moved on to the next webcomic (Theater Hopper) and totally forgot to read the comic itself. I didn't realize it untill I was on to reading blogs. And it was the continuing saga of the Fruit Fucker which makes me laugh to no end. Uggh I need to stop namedropping.
I don't want to meddle with switching my checking accounts because it's really time consuming and it might piss off my dad. I try not to do that. But thanks for the advice.
I really wanted to see Finding Nemo today but when I woke up I realized that I didn't have a car. Goddamn Peter and his job! I shake my fist at you! I am supposed to be the industrious one. Plus Pete is slooooooowly peeling off the Harry Potter stickers I so loveingly applied to the steering wheel. At least when I am forced to honk my horn, I can do it with joy.
The real question of the day is where the hell did Sarah and Cole go on saturday night? One minute both were present and accounted for at Rocky's the next both were gone and Cole's car was still sitting in the parking lot. Hmmmmmmmmmmmm. Yeah Cole if you're reading this - give up the goods.
I have to fold laundry or wash dishes today. I get to pick which one and leave the other for Petey. I'm so folding laundry!!!!
Did you know that my birthday is a month and one day away?
By the way Nate - happy birthday tomorrow. I remember like this: my friend John's birthday is one month before mine (June 10th), so is Nate's, then comes mine (July 10) and then comes Brian Crawford's (July 11). It's that simple!!!! Don't think I'm creepy or anything Nate. Cuz I'm not. At least I don't think I am.
I saw pictures of two people goin' at it at work yesterday. Red faced man with his shoes still on on top of ugly woman. I didn't study it that closley! It looked like someone just flung open the door of the room. Not like it was on purpose or anything.

Saturday, June 07, 2003

I have lots of things to say except I don't know what to say.
My sweatshirt smells really bad. I don't think I should be wearing it. It smells faintly of ass and sleep. You know you smell when you wake up in the morning? All rumpled and sweaty and tossy and turny? Or like how your bed smells when you haven't changed the sheets for several weeks.
My brother went to get his hair cut at 9 AM in the damn morning and forgot to unset his alarm clock. So it went off. And wouldn't stop. And woke me up. And I didn't know how to turn it off. And I almost went crazy. Too late I already am.
I like when my father demands large amounts of money from me that I supposedly owe him. It makes me ever so happy to give up $300 to him. Oh the joy! When I tell him I have cannot afford it (I am very tight with money) he tells me yes I can he knows how much money I have in my checking account. I hate the fact that he works at the bank where I keep my finances. I have no privacy.
Bitch bitch bitch moan moan moan...that's all I ever do. I'm sorry I'll stop.
Allison's grad party is today. I'm going and it's going to be fantasticly fun. I think. I don't know.

Friday, June 06, 2003

Woooowhoooo I'm a senior....woooooo!

But I don't believe that it's summer or I'm older or I'm going to turn 18 soon because I've just gotten used to being a junior and 17.
I'm tired.
Doing nothing really takes it out of you.
I watched an Audrey Hepburn/Humphrey Bogart movie this afternoon. That's how bored I was.


Tuesday, June 03, 2003

Nate I didn't know Blake was a Gremlin. That movie scared the living bejesus out of me. Of course I was only five...

Die Another Day is the stupidest title for a movie ever. EVER.
I wish I didn't have to wear an ass ugly polo shirt for work because the collar bothers me. ughhh. But I like my pants and that's all that's important.

Monday, June 02, 2003

Blake, are magical.

I should be doing my math review packet for my final tomorrow but I'm not. I'm almost done. My head is stuffed and my nose is running. I didn't get much sleep last night either.
My brother just came in and decided to read this post. He has no idea what a blog is. What a dork.

Blake you can stay. Just no more impersonating me.

Finals tomorrow: English, Math, Writing With Style
Finals wednesday: German, Band, Oceanography/Meterology

Fun fun fun and then I'm done.
I can fit in the drunk of Sarah P's car. We have decided that that is one of the places her senior portraits shall be shot from. I think it will be funny and unique.
I want my nose to stop running. Damn damn. damn
That's just fine, Mary. Time to party with Rummy!

He squishes heads like grapes!

Sunday, June 01, 2003

So who is this girl telling me my posts are stupid and my blog is ugly? I know my blog is ugly...but who is she to say that?
No one can say they have ever seen me angry. Little girl, do you really want to incure my wrath?

My mom and I watched The Recruit last night. She liked it and so did I although for different reasons. Hehehe.
I have one hour and ten minutes untill I have to be at work. I am going to ride my bike. I am going to work hard and make money. Yup.
My knee is sore. Curse the concrete in front of Nate's house!

Saturday, May 31, 2003

That's what you get for adding strange pictures to my get removed! But thanks for the help.

I know I've been really lax in updating this pile of steaming turds I call a blog but I can explain. Actually, no I can't.
My knee is really nasty looking. I fell down the front steps at Nate's last night, scraped my knee and ripped my favorite pair of jeans. I like them because they are still really blue and they have primer on them. Now I like them even more because there is a tiny hole in the knee. But I don't like the fact that my knee is scraped. I went home and poured hydrogen perxoide all over it and bandaged myself up. Then I went to bed. Whoohoo.
I got a Neutral Milk Hotel cd yesterday and it made me really happy.
Why didn't anybody tell me how awesome Les Nubians are? Come on! French soul/R&B/"world music" is so delicious.
I'm done with school in three days and then I'm a senior. The funny thing is that I already feel like a senior because I've thinking about college and the like so much this year that I was surprised when I reminded myself that I wasn't going off to college next fall. Instead I have one more year in purgatory. MHS isn't that bad, but I just want to be done. Although, next year does look promising. I've got my Link Crew thing to look forword to plus hopefully I will be participating in Peer Pressure again. Forensics too. Plus I signed up for some interesting classes, I have no math class, and I'll have Mr. Bucholz again. I have stuff to look forword to this summer even: Arizona in June, my birthday in July, Ben & Tori in August, working and making money all summer, and of course, hanging out with my friends. Swimming, bike riding, taking pictures, and reading lots of books.
Finals are this week. Most of my finals are a joke. Like Writing With Style. I just have to share my portfolio. Wait I take that back. Only one of my finals are a joke, WWS. But I don't have to study for most of my finals. Just German. Arggghh. I don't wanna think about it. I just wanna fast forword to Thursday when I won't have to worry anymore and I'll be a senior.
Okey doke. I think I might shut up.

Wednesday, May 28, 2003

Now I have more freckles because the sun kissed my skin at the parade so I'm more brown too.
Donna and I were going to bike out to Rachel's house today but she wasn't home when we called so we decided not to and then I remembered that I was up for a while in the wee hours of the morning trying to sleep and it would not be condusive to my health to exert myself in such a manner. So instead we rode to my house. Then Donna went home. Lalala la.
I can't wait for school to be done with. It will make me ever so happy.
Mom and Dad are going to be gone Friday night! WAHOO!
Last night at the retirement dinner I was bored and my dad was busy being a republic in a roomful of democrats (250 to 1) so I talked to Pete about his favorite subject: himself. He's not good at small talk. He only gets really talking when it's about him. Hmmmmmmmm.
Food was crappy last night. Yucky.
I knew "astronomical unit" was an answer in OM today and Mr. M. was surprised but I only knew that cuz I had astronomy last semester. Haha.

Monday, May 26, 2003

Finally I'm done with 48 minutes to spare. Yay! I'm tired. I think I will go take a nap. I don't wanna talk about my paper or anything else.
I'm gonna go write my Taxi Driver paper in minute. But first I wanted to chatter for a bit.
If I can get my paper done by 3PM I'm gonna be so happy I might take a nap. Because marching really takes it out of you. I saw Asia, Justin & Sarah, some parents of my friends, and many others along the parade route. It's weird. I'm wearing an ugly purple tshirt and I'm doing these funny steps and then the band folds into itself and we magically come out of this turn. It never fails to amaze me. I also hate being left guide. If I finish my paper by three I shall tell some more tidbits about my weekend like the pictures of the lady with the droopy bossoms.
Haha! I leave you hanging!

Thursday, May 22, 2003

Bang Bang, I'm killing time. Sorry, didn't mean to do that. We (the juniors) watched Bang Bang You're Dead today. I don't know why. But we had all kinds of discussion after and whatnot about what really goes on at MHS. All that really matters is I got out of class all morning.
I dunno if that's the right reaction to have. I'm still processing.
I got my "link crew" thing today at 12:30. So no real school for me at all today. But I still have homework. I didn't do any last night so this is my punishment. Call me crazy but I'm really excited about doing this. I don't know why. I just am. I guess there is a lot to look forword to senior year. Maybe. Does anyone want to tell me differently?
I have more to say but not right now.

Tuesday, May 20, 2003

I am wearing my new favorite TShirt today. It's the green Bright Eyes one. My hair is all mussed, I am disoriented. Oh the tragedy!
Donna is torturing me with images, oh the visuals!
One day......

I need to remember to moustrize

Monday, May 19, 2003

I love the way the nurse at my doctor's office laughs. She sounds like Betty Rubble.
My brother's friends bought me cookies! The good kind! From Copps! Yay! That's because when they picked me up from school they were honking the horn of the car and yelling at me to get in. I told them they were embarassing me. They did it again when they picked me up from the doctor. So they bought me cookies. I like cookies. I think I might put them in the freezer. They are too squishy.
I had a good day. My morning was good and so was my afternoon. School was so so, but I'm not going to let that ruin my day. Nahaha.
It's like I have three big brothers right now instead of just one.
I moisturized last night and now my legs are silky smooth! I don't care about the rest of me.
My head hurts. I like pressing on the place right above where my clavicles meets. It feels funny.
Wilco says that the way to fight lonliness is to smile all the time but I don't believe them because then my face would hurt and I wouldn't feel any better than before.
Special props to Blake for fixing my screwy blog. Thanks.

Saturday, May 17, 2003

I feel like taking quizes

I am punk music!!
Rock on, dude! You are Punk music!

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Friday, May 16, 2003

So I'm supposed to reading review about Taxi Driver, the movie I watched for English but I'm not. Actually, I sorta am. I keep switching back and forth. Tonight is a good night. I work. That means money. Joy! Plus, one of my co-workers is moving away, :( , but he said I can take any of the shifts he is scheduled for next week. Yay! More money. Pete is coming home today too. I put a little bit of gas in the car which means that if he uses it up, he has to take responsibility for filling it up again. I am so diabolical!
Yay for a day of school when I get to do nothing! I have to go to senior award today even though I am not a senior. So that takes up most of the morning. Whooohoo! Then I just have German, Band, and Oceanog/Meterolg. Nahahahahaha! Then I work!
There is a carnival going on in the Marshall Field's parking lot this weekend. I am going to go! It will be fun and exciting! Yay! I want to go at night so I can take pictures of all the pretty lights and whatnot. Plus I heard there is a baby tiger there. Baby tiger!
I need to see the Matrix, too. I'll see if I can squeeze it into my busy schedule this weekend. I have such a rockin social life.

Thursday, May 15, 2003

Hot diggitty damn! Blake is so my hero!
Concerts I wish to attend this summer (astericks signify how badly I want to go):
July 3, 2003 => The White Stripes @ Roy Wilkins Auditorium (MN) **********************************************************
July 21, 2003 =>Norah Jones @ Northrop Auditorium ****************************
August 9, 2003 => Ben Folds & Tori Amos @ Northrop Auditorium *****************************************************************************************************************************
Who says I can't go to all of them? Three concerts to make up for three bands I will be missing because Lollapolooza was canceled for Minneapolis. (Couldn't find a venue.) While this makes me sad, the prospect of Ben Folds and Tori makes it all better. Plus the White Stripes!
Swimming tonight. Wahoooo! Lunar eclipse tonight as well. I was gonna take pictures but I wanted to for once enjoy it and let the other photo dorks do their things.
Later gator

Wednesday, May 14, 2003

Tuesday, May 13, 2003

Forget all about tag boards unless someone wants to help because I am a stupid and can't do it on my own
Another inane post.
What ho? Alack alack!
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Guess what? I turned the right way today when we were marching and I wasn't getting yelled at. It was the girl next to me who was marching too slow and screwing up her line. NAHA!
My watch died. It needs a new battery. I miss having it on my wrist. Rachel has my book. I'm gonna bring it back! Baby!
My mom is kinda of pissed at me for forgetting Mother's Day. It wasn't intentional. It was an accident. I feel really really really bad for forgetting but apperently that's not good enough. Oh well. I wanted to go swimming last night but couldn't. I felt incomplete. At least I didn't get all itchy. Alas.
I dropped off a roll of film this morning at work for my pops and this afternoon when I came to pick it up I was talking to the manager and she was all: "Do you wanna work this summer?" I'm all "Of course." But it's like, who's the one who screwed me out of hours from Febuary untill now? I haven't been scheduled for one shift. I've worked a couple of times for others, but that's it. She seemed like I didn't want to work. If this happens again next winter I might blow the store up because at that point I will be saving big time for higher education and won't be able to afford not to work. Does she think I'm on the schedule for the discount? NOOOO I really like working there believe it or not because I know my shit in that department and that info is just sitting in my brain doing nothing. So I put it to good use and all is good.
I don't have a lot of homework tonight and I'm really happy about that because then I can mess around and do nothing. I will not watch TV though. Nope. TV badness. Hmmmm. What should I do? I could read. Yes! Reading is delicious. I could work on my German anecdote thingie but I can't think of anything. Hmmm.
Catch ya on the flipside.

Monday, May 12, 2003

Go see the tracklist for the new mix I made here!!!!
Thank you Sarah E for my tshirt. It's the shiznit!
Thank you also to Mr. Dasher for yelling at me: "Mary! You're turning the wrong way!!!" I know! God. I don't understand. Why don't you help me instead of yelling? There's an idea!
Number of references to the homeowner with the fetus in the oven today on Trading Spaces: 10 plus she kept placing her hands ever so delicately on her tummy even though she didn't have hardly any fetal fat.

Sunday, May 11, 2003

Swimming today! Yay! Chistopher Guest genius today! Double Yay! Adrien Brody hotness yesterday! Triple Yay!
There is something about that beak nose....that is...SEXAY!
Ok. I'm done. I really am.
I wish Adrien Brody could join my love train...GODDAMNIT! I gues y'all know what time of the month it is. HORNEY TIME! WHOOOHOO. It's kind bad to have dirty thoughts about Adrien Brody because he could be my father. He's got 13 years on me. But it's doubtful and icky. Lets just have him be my obsessive object of horniness (thank you Jess Darling - character in one of my fave books, sorry) this time and not someone else....
I just ate some cheese and it was good.
Did you know that DeNiro is a hotty boom botty with a mohawk? SHIT! There I go again! This time he really good be my father. I like mohawks. They are sexy. SHit.
I'm gonna shut up.

Saturday, May 10, 2003

I love swimming! It is moist! Plus I get to wear goggles and pretend to be "Lady Strapstrike" and get excersise to boot!
Tomorrow I'm swimming and seeing A Mighty Wind. Wooohoooo.
Tonight one of my boyfriends hosts SNL. Adrien Brody! *drool*
My brother says he is seeing the Matrix Reloaded on wednesday. I say bullshit. But he says it's true he has a ticket and everything. I don't think he knows how to read.
I wasn't in school on friday because my allergies were being bitches again and decided to invade my head and sinuses and just be litle shits.
Watched Taxi Driver.
Have to write a paper about it for school.
Oh my.

Wednesday, May 07, 2003

Wow! Confirmation is so life affirming! I'm full of the holy spirit because a man in a funny hat rubbed oil on my forehead! WoW! Notice how I am being sarcastic! I got a pretty rosary that belonged to my great grandma. Maybe great great? It has her name on it though.
Graham has just discovered that you cannot bring SLRs to Field Day! Oh no!
AP test went ok in case any of you care. My brain felt like it was going to leak out my ears though. But I went to lunch at Accoustic and I had yummy delicious food and then I had to take Big Mouth (Ben T.) to Putnam because he is stupid and doesn't know where the dorms are but when you got there Rachel was waiting outside! We said hello! It was weird. I like chicken.
Wow Nate! Thanks for the advice! I would totally go out east if I could afford it. But I have to pay for half. That means graduating almost $50K in debt! and director of photography! What an honor. You are my heroe.
I think.
Anyway. I have to clean my room today no matter what. Strange people are coming to put up new blinds and the ugly ones are old and green and don't match my room except for the carpet. Nasty.
I will say more later.

Monday, May 05, 2003

X-Men is the shiznit! But I was there with all of you so you all know that.
I'm really sad I didn't get most of my to do list done. I got a fair amount done but not what I would have liked. Did you know they don't make 10x15 frames? What is this bullshit? Instead, I got a piece of dark blue acid free paper, cut it to 16x20, bought a silver 16x20 frame, and mounted my print on the paper and framed it. It looked really nice and my aunt really liked it.
I was expecting my cousin to be a whale but she is super skinny except for the beach ball she's got under her shirt. Madison is a cutie patutie. She looks like a Mihajlov. Which is good because she is one. You know us Mihajlovs! Whew! We are a crazy loud bunch with big noses! (Except for me. I didn't get the nose.) I love my extended family. I'm done getting mushy.
When I get married (if I decide to) I wanna make my husband take my last name because I like it too much and it would shock the shit out of my parents. Who says the woman always has to take the man's name?
I'm getting tired of my mom telling me to "keep my options open" when I talk about college and where I want to go and what I want to do. I know what she wants me to do. She wants me to do something with writing. I don't want to. I wanna do something with photog. When my brother said, "I wanna be a mechanical engineer" did my mom say, "Keep your options open"? Fuck no. Being a mechanical engineer makes sense for him cuz he's crazy good at math. And he's a freak. And he still plays with legos. I always wanted to do something with art. Photog is my art. I don't feel like my parents are supporting me. Come on...why can't they just respect that this is what I want to do?
I will stop bitching about my college, career, and parental woes. I'm sure you all want to hear it too.
For some reason today I am having trouble typing.
Oh man.

Friday, May 02, 2003

Yay for writing in my blog! Here is my to do list for this weekend:
- prepare for AP Lang & Comp. test
- do make up for German
- study for German test
- shave legs, armpits, toes
- clean room, desk, dresser
- dust shelves
- X-Men costume
- pick up Algebra 2 test review (done!!!)
- Algebra homework
- Algebra make up work
- Algebra organizer for test
- sharing for WWS (write about pregnant women)
- LEGAL BRIEF for AP Gov't (done before X-Men)
- pick up film and 10x15 @ Sharp (saturday)
- buy pretty 10x15 frame
- make pretty cards
- write in blog (doing it right now!)
- catch up on journaling
- check webcomics you missed do to allergies (done!)
- make sure might purple pill gets refilled

As you can see, I am quite the busy girl. I did a lot this week and that's why I'm not writing in this blog. I got my hair cut super short. Well not super but that was the highlight by far. Wednesday, my allergies decided to be bitches and make me tired and my head hurt and my nose run and that was not fun. But I got to miss school! That's always good. I have a baby shower this weekend for my cousin-by-marriage Erica. Twins. Yikes. She is gonna be huge. My second baby shower this year. My other cousin, Mary, gave birth this week to a baby girl. Ava Elizabeth. That is a good, normal name. Unlike Skylar or Madison. Sorry, but I have this problem with cutey fruity names. I think you have to think about your child as a child and then as a geriatric and envision them living with the name in both situations. Ava I see as fiesty little girl and a fiesty old woman. Madison? That's something else entirely.
I have a lot to do tomorrow because I won't be around on sunday hence the to do list. I'm going to have dinner with my aunt, uncle, mom, and dad on sunday night in celebration of the glorious event of my confirmation. I got to pick the resturant. Oceanaire. Eat your heart out Ms. Nelson! (Ms. Nelson, my english teacher, is a big fan of Oceanaire which just happens to owned my uncle's company. Anybody ever been to Bucca di Beppo? That's my uncle. Funny how our family is not at all Italian. His bussiness partners are though so I guess that's ok.) Sometimes I think I talk about myself too much and that's bad because that makes me a bad person right? I'm gonna shut up now.

Friday, April 25, 2003

I'm making Mac and Cheese on saturday. All the more incentive to come! Plus Harry Potter and me! Yay!
Why go to prom when you can eat Mac and Cheese and watch HP? I know which I would rather do.
Last night I got a shift and I worked and it was good. A really hot guy came in and I wanted to jump his bones right there in the lobby. But I didn't you see because...I don't know.
Graham and I are supposed to be working on our project to create the 8th continent but instead Graham is playing the Emo Video Game. I can hear the opening sequence of Steven Tyler butt raping the Get Up Kids on his computer and he keeps laughing and I say yuck.
Graham is not researching economics like he is supposed to. God Graham, it's not that funny.
I think I might take a nap after school. I am uber tired. I hope we don't do much in 5th hour today. That would suck majorly. I don't think I can take much more of doing school work today.
I feel like going to school is so mundane. I'm sitting here going through my daily grind instead of being out in the work force or sitting on my ass. I just had this sudden feeling that my world is utterly mundane. Haven't you ever just stopped to think about just how ordinary and commonplace your life is? I haven't done anything earth shaking yet and somehow, I feel like I'm wasting away. It's so weird to follow the same routine everyday: get up, shower, eat breakfast, go to school, move from one class to the next every 50 minutes, eat lunch, go to more classes, go home, do homework, eat dinner, do more homework, go to be, repeat. It's just the same thing over and over again and while I'm a person who thrives on routine, I can't help but think how strange it is that I will find myself here suddenly thinking about how ordinary and mundane a day in my life is. I mean, anyone would get bored following me around. I would get bored following me around.
titty slap, jelly bean
There I think I am over my sudden philosphophical break in thought.
Yesterday my dad was giving me shit about how short my shirt was before I went to school. He's seen me wear the shirt I wore yesterday five million times. He made me lift up my arms. At least I passed that test. When I complained to my mom she said I should be glad that I have a father who cares about what I wear. Some fathers don't even give a shit.
While I am grateful for this, I think my father has gone too far. I am a responsible 17year old girl. I have been consciously choosing what I want to wear for the past ten years. I pick out my own clothes when I go shopping and I tend to stray away from risque styles. After 17 years, my father of all people should know this. Isn't he supposed to know me best? Isn't he aware that I am vehemently against wearing a tshirt that could potentially show my stomach? I like shirts that cling. To something.... that don't make me look like a man but yet I still feel confident in. Ok? God it's like he doesn't trust me. I know I do a lot of bitching about my dad in here, but he's been getting over-protective lately, frankly, I think these feelings could escalate as I near the end of my high school years. I still have one more year with them and I can't wait to get out.
I shall shut up now.
Don't forget: Harry Potter, Mac and Cheese, my house 7:30PM, Saturday.
Please come. I will give you a lovely Harry Potter sticker if you do. Plus free food and a comfy place to put your butt.

Thursday, April 24, 2003

I'm supposed to be researching Roe v. Wade and getting ready to write my legal brief, but I don't feel like it. My tummy hurts (as usual) and I'm bored. I didn't do any homework or studying last night because I took a nap. I had my last night of wednesday confirmation EVER. That was cool. We played with fruit and the teacher's aid by accident showed us all her thong. Yay for the 45 year old women who wears risque underwear.
Harry Potter party my house saturday 7:30 be there or be octagonal!
Jesus I'm lame.
Speaking of Jesus, Mary Magdalene was not just some 'ho. She was probably married to Jesus. HAHA!
The Da Vinci Code of course.

Tuesday, April 22, 2003

Catherine Zeta Jones has given birth. Thank god.
Penis origami....discuss amongst yourselfs.
Oi, my head hurts. Sarah P. gave me a pretty bracelet all the way from the land of Mexico and it is pretty. Yup. I am very thankful.
Nothing much happened today. Except Mr. Poss sucessfuly suceeded in confusing me about what to do with my life. He comes up to me in the computer lab and is all, "You know Mary, I really see you as a writer." I know that's a compliment and all but it confused me. My passions lie elsewhere. Yeah I like to write but I can't imagine myself doing it. I see myself taking pictures for a living and isn't that important? I mean, I'm so serious about it already. I'm just good at writing (ohh I'm so modest) by nature. I read a lot of books and that's where I learn to better form words. I've always had a desire to put words down on paper but the problem is that I only want to do it for myself and not for others. I want to share my photography with the world. I don't want to share my writing because I don't think I'm a very good writer. I mean, when I try to write fiction or whatever, I don't like what comes out and I can't come up with very good ideas. I think my ideas suck. I don't save up all summer working long hours in a hot photo lab to spend almost $800 on a camera I'll just be using for a hobby. Why can't writing be my hobby? Mr. Poss is not clairvoyant. Only I decide my future.
Maybe this new confusion is the reason for my headache.

Monday, April 21, 2003

Has Catherine Zeta Jones given birth yet? Because I really need to know when she squirts out the next Michael Douglas spawn.
I drove (as in I had control of the vehicle) all the way to the cities with my mom and back and I was ok. Yay me. That was today. I got a purse. It is black. I got a Dar Williams CD too. I haven't listened yet because I know it will be good because Dar Williams is just like that.
So what else? I took pretty pictures on thursday. They are pretty and I like them. Watched Harry Potter again over the weekend. Made me happy.
Sarah P. is coming back today. My hair smells weird.
I can't stop bleeding.
That is scary. What if I hemorrage? Cause of death: Uterus expelling too much of it's nasty ass lining.
I'll stop now. Cyber space is probably grossed out. So am I.

Sunday, April 20, 2003

My brother's friend Rick is the coolest! He made me a super duper punky punk punk mix! Let me explain. Last week as Pete and I were waiting for the judge to come to my round at state we were talking about this and that. The subject of the house where Pete and his friends are going to live next year came up and how hard it was for all of them to agree on one. I said something about how Rick is a big old pussy because Rick was being particularly difficult in the house choosing phase. I've met Rick and I think I scared him because I was in a really bad mood the weekend he was visiting. Anyway, Pete's all, "Rick's favorite band is the Misfits." and I'm all, "Yeah and I bet he likes Good Charlotte and New Found Glory." (Who suck by the way.) and Pete's all, "So he's a Johnny Come Lately punk fan?" and I can't remember anything else. So apparently Pete told Rick that and Rick got all, "I'm not Johnny Come Lately!" So he burned me a CD of all the bands he likes and guess what? Suprise surprise we like a lot of the same bands and Rick is hardly Johnny Come Lately.
So now Rick is in my good book.
I'm hiding right now. I'm hiding from my cousins who I really don't want to deal with. I have to share the guestroom with them and I can't stay up late reading The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown (good book by the way) because they go to sleep early and stuff. So I'm sitting here minding my own bussiness trying to stay away. Did I mention my dad can be a real dick? Well he can be.
I have to make Rick a thank you card. Really deep down inside, I am a very nice person.
I really am.
I miss Sarah P. Writing in the Tampon Project is no fun. It's only for Nate's amusement. At the moment. But when Sarah comes back....all will be well. I hope she didn't catch some sort of amoeba. That would be bad and so like Mexico. Why do I hate Mexico so much? Because I have only seen the worst parts. I'm sure there are very nice places. But I've only seen filth and poverty. I've seen little kids not more than three selling trinkets to tourists.
I don't wanna think about it.
I'm driving to Minneapolis with my mom tommorrow. Like, oh my god, girls day out! (valley girl voice) No, this trip has much sinister puproses. We need to find a pop's concert/confirmation/mom's retirement dinner/senior photo's dress. Yes my mother is retirering. It's kinda weird. But working makes her sick so I guess it's all for the best.
Have a happy easter and if you don't celebrate easter have a happy sunday.

Friday, April 18, 2003

Hey there party people! Who likes thinking about sex in church? I don't! But that's what happened last night at Holy Thursday services.
I hate being Catholic.
I digress.
Days off from school are nice because I can sit around and do nothing. Yesterday, the branches on the trees and the bushes were frozen with rain. So I went outside with my trust camera and got my photo on. By the time I got outside, the ice was beginning to melt. Which was even cooler. I had gotten these neat little filter thingies that you put in the back of your camera between the film and the shutter curtain so when the shutter opens to expose the film, the little filter thingie adds grain to the negative and ultimately the photo. It works much better than putting a filter on the front of the camera and trying to add grain that way because the in camera filter actually adds grain to the emulsion with the latent image.
I shut up with all my photo jargon.
I get to work tomorrow which is nice because I like work and I like money.
My relatives are coming up from Chicago to spend the holiday. I think this year I will refuse to be a babysitter. It's pro bono work. I no likee that.
Oh pete moss what have you?
Name that tune

Tuesday, April 15, 2003

Last night Asia couldn't sleep so I spooned with her. But five year olds (she's five now) don't get the concept of spooning so she kept splaying her arms and legs.
I digress.
I wish all the music I had on my computer wasn't so melancholy.
Rachel you need to go with what consumes you the most not what someone else says you should do. You have to do what you love the most. That's why I'm going with the photog and not writing or whatever because I love photography more than anything else. It's managed to work itself into almost all the elements of my life. School, work, home. I can't get away from it and I'm always thinking about some picture I could take or some technique I could try. I have an entire set of shelfs in my room to devoted to all the photo books I own and my binders of negs and slides. I see the same thing going on with you with your numerous sketchbooks and simple excitment over art supplies. I get that way over the smell of film and fixer. I love the way fixer stays on my hands even hours after I've worked with it.
Watching the kidlets play soccer yesterday it struck me how innocent they are. They have no idea about the shit that's going down in the world today. They don't know about rape or FGM or all the horrible things that can happen to a loved one. Things like dying in a car crash or being beaten to death. War doesn't show up on the radar. The world is only full of good things. Sadly, personally, I had to find out that bad things happen to good people at age seven. I never, ever want that to happen to Asia or any little girl or boy. It's not fucking fair. There are little kids in Iraq who are sitting in the middle of a war and they are wondering why when there are no answers. There are tiny kids in Africa who don't have parents. There are little girls who are going to get their private parts cut out because that is what local custom dictates, that the female sex organ is dirty. They will not have pain medication or clean instruments. They will scream and kick and be held down while someone cuts away their innocence. AND THAT'S NOT FAIR. How is it ever fair for someone to feel bad for things they've said? Not out of malice, but out of jest.
God, it's thinking about all that makes me want to go to sleep and never wake up. I bet some of you would like that.
If I was all powerful I would take away pain and war and suffering and sadness. No one would ever have to feel bad. No little girl would ever be scared. Children are sacred. They are the future and the world they are growing up is taking a shit on them. They will be hardened.

"The only thing worse than bad memories is no memories at all." - the Dismemberment Plan

I hate people who make me feel bad about myself.

Monday, April 14, 2003

To hell with me!
Jason Bourne is one whily bastard. (I'm refering to the book here not the movie.)
I'm gonna go sit on Asia today even though she is not a baby.
I hear my grandma was pleased as punch about her bumper sticker. How is granma?
I don't really have a lot to say today.
I just looked at some of my previous posts and I really need to profread.
I hate that. Missing important words. Where are the little squiggly lines from Microsoft Word when you need them?
I also just realized that my dad has deleted AIM yet again. So I have to go download it yet again. This pisses me off. You know what else pisses me off? How he slams the door. He yells at me for slamming the door but then he goes and does. It the door breaks he BETTER not try to blame it on me because it's his fault.

Sunday, April 13, 2003

Guess what? No party next friday (good friday) either. My parents are bitches. That's why. So it will be on Saturday, April 26 at 7:30. I promise!
It's my United States of Whatever.
I got a 24 (out of 25) at state. It kind of pisses me off. I worked super hard all season and the fucking judge takes a point off because she thought I should have used both of my arms for gestures. Excuse me but one arm has to hold the script. I can't use the script as prop so....WHAT THE FUCK?
What makes up for it though is that my big brother was there to watch me. He said I was the best and most entertaining in my round. But of course he would say that because he is my brother. It was good to see him. I spent the day on State Street with Sierra, Tony, and Allison. It was uber fun! We ate at Noodles and Company and went to the Feminist Bookstore (A Room of One's Own). I got comics (La Perdida #1 and #2 by Jessica Abel), a magazine (Bust), and two buttons. We went to B-Sides and I got a Deathcab for Cutie cd. It makes me soooo happy.
Overall, I had a very good weekend.
My period is due to come into town this week. This week is also Holy Week. I will be sitting in church Thursday, Friday, maybe Saturday and Sunday. Hornieness will abound whilst I am supposed to contemplating the passion Jesus Christ. Instead I will contemplating someone's naked body. Oops! Did I say that? I didn't mean to. Please disregard my comments. Especially if they gross you out.
I thought I had so much to say. But I don't. I feel like going on a photo expedition today. Who wants to come?
I have some letters to write today too and homework to do. I can't wait.
Have you heard the Rasputina cover of Pink Floyd's "Wish You Were Here"? It could quite possibly be better than the original.
My fingers are cold as usual. The future is a scary place. Just so you all know.
Nate don't go biting your pillow, ok? You might get a mouthfull of pillow innards and that would be no good. Plus it would taste yucky.

Saturday, April 12, 2003

I can't stop talking gizanster. You know my party? Well I'm too damn tired to have it tonight. So it will be next friday at the same time and place. Bizitch! I'll more about state later right now I'm going to go play with Rachel because I am at her house.

Tuesday, April 08, 2003

"Is it good to get these men worked up so sexual?" - The Faint

I take back everything I said about RIT. It is possible to change your mind about something so importan as college in the span of 15 minutes. Daddy mentioned something last night about Columbia College in Chicago. I brushed it off thinking, "Bah! I've gotten him to agree to RIT what else do I need?" So to quell my curiosity, I looked up the website for this college and my jaw dropped. This is the college of my dreams. You see, at the first place I really considered, University of Minnesota, I could study English (Writing) but not photog. At RIT I could study photog but not English. At Columbia I can do both!!!!!!!!!!!! This makes me so happy. Plus Columbia is waaay cheaper than RIT. Meaning I can afford it and so can Ma and Pa. I was really worried about being a financial burden on them. Daddy was all, "We'll find some way..." You see Mommy is retiring and that is one less income. Columbia is small and diverse and in Chicago which means I'll be close to some family. Which is always cool.
All you crazy peeps out there are like, "God this bitch is all college college college." You know what? This is one of the most important decisions I'm preparing to make so far for seventeen years. I do not take this lightly. I am serious. I'm so worried about paying for it but now I feel somewhat better knowing I might've find the right place for me. Another good thing is that I will be closer to home. Which I like. RIT gives shit for breaks so I wouldn't hardly to my family till summer. Frankly, I don't think I could handle that.
Thanks for listening.
Nate why do you watch DiGrassi? Do you long to relive your painful middle school days? You shouldn't because middle school sucked.
In Writing With Style right now and I should be revising my short story but I'm not. Oh I am. Well I'm doing this more than the other.
Last night my dad and I went out to dinner at Perkins. (I had chicken parmesan last night to the test the strength of the purple pill called Prevacid and I found that the purple pill called Prevacid is MIGHTY!) Anyway, we had the college talk. Basically, we reviewed my financial responsibilities - I pay for half. My father also thoroughly reviewed the prospectuses for RIT that I had brought along. He was much pleased. The only thing he doesn't like about RIT is the distance. Rochester, NY is a long way from here. I'm daddy's little girl (for my biological and metaphorical fathers yo) and daddy doesn't want me so far away. But he likes RIT because it seems to be "right up my alley." He also wants me to apply for more scholorships and whatnot than my bro did. He was kind of a slacker about that and daddy is none too happy. It's all part of my evil plan to one up my brother in everything.
And what a coincidence! Sarah E. was eating at Perkins too and we chated and it made me happy. (The computer lab just got really noisy with a bunch of dumbass hoochy girls. SHUT UP!)
I'm giving blood tomorrow and that makes me very happy. Call me a masochist is you will, but I love to give blood. I find it very satisfying because I am directly contributing to someone's physical wellbeing. I'm saving lives. And that's totally cool.
My fingers are cold. Time to stop.

Monday, April 07, 2003

My cat's butt smells. She is sitting on my lap. No one try any mind control, ok?
I woke up this morning with a strange substance trickling down the back of my throat. It was blood! I woke up with a bloody nose! Just how I like to greet the day. I didn't make it to the bathroom in time and I had blood running all down my face and it was gross. My usual trick of blowing my nose over the sink didn't work. Normally a giant bloody snot glob comes out but it didn't happen this time. So I hopped in the shower with blood still trickling. I got red stains all over my yellow towels. Nasty. Luckily it stopped by the time I got to school.
I have a buttload of homework tonight. Ugh. I'm not too happy about that. I also need to clean my room. And put new sheets on my bed because the other ones smell like cigarette smoke and BO.
What all makes up for that is Law and Order tonight. That's my favorite TV show next to Scrubs. Everyone knows Scrubs rules.
What else? I didn't do much on sunday. I slept mostly.
I was pulling out of the memorial parking lot today and someone pulled out in front of me from the K Mart parking lot and cut me off and I almost hit them so I leaned on my horn and they gave me the finger so I leaned on my horn more and then they made a fist at me so I gave the finger. I was right they were wrong. I was still pissed when I got home.
I just want everyone to know that Blake is a god because he has offered me stuff for my zine and no one else has. Blake is godlike! Bow down to him!
Remember my part 4/12 @ 7:30
My cat just ditched me.