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.