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.

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?

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.

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.
Whoooooooooo

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

Ughhh

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.

Blake,....you 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!

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!

That's what you get for adding strange pictures to my blog...you 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.

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.

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!

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.

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

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.
Naha!
Special props to Blake for fixing my screwy blog. Thanks.

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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!
Not.
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.
Yay!

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

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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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.
Yup.
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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

"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 wait....now 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.

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.
:(

I stink. I smell like cigarette smoke. This is why I don't frequent Racy's. It could be I smell like cig smoke from that party I went to where everyone was drunk. That's a possibility. I think it's a little of both. Watered down beer tastes nasty. I can't really smell it anymore because I just washed my hand with pretty smelling soap but I know it will come back.
My left index finger had a really long finger nail and then it broke off and now my left index finger feels vulnerable and exposed. I don't wanna go back to school tomorrow.
Last night I hung out with Rachel. First we went to Crossroads - the used book store and bought this really cool book about really cool women that we have joint custody of. Then we got my car washed. Then we went to Rachel's house and she changed her clothes. Then we went to Tasha's birthday party. We didn't stay very long. Then we went to my house and I changed because my sweatshirt was all full of hair. Then we went to a party on Water Street where we had watered down beer. It was delicious! Not. Then we left before the police showed up. We went to Racy's next and I got to see Justin Otto for the first time in about a year. It made me happy. Then we left after a while and went back to my house where we watched the diary of Tony Hawk. Then we left again and went to Walmart where we each bought an animal shaped sipper cup and I got Harry Potter stickers. They make me so happy. Then I took Rachel home. The I went home. I still smell stinky.

Nate I didn't understand a thing you said but you still make me laugh. Maybe you should try making sense?
Today is an Ice Day. The phone call came at 5:46 AM. I rolled around my bed shouting "YES!" I so didn't want to have to sit through an assembly today. It was supposed to be some guy telling us what to do with our lives. No I don't want to be crack ho.
I feel like knitting. Who wants a scarf?
I don't know what to do with myself today. Watch TV? No. Watch movie? No. Read? No. Sleep? No. I guess this is my last resort. I'm off to play computer solitare. Bye.
Oh by the way ----- My house 7:30 PM April 12th -----> HARRY POTTER!
Got it? Good.

I am babysitting for the lovely and fabulous ASIA soon. That makes me so happy because Asia is the coolest, smartest four year old you will ever meet. I am going to teach her about Ansel Adams. I think I might have said that before but we watched Pocahontas and then it was time for bed.
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets comes out on DVD and stuff on April 11th. I think I should have a viewing party on April 12th. I think you should all come. Because Harry Potter is the bomb diggity of course!
So what do ya think? Lemme know. I will have further info about times and stuff soon. WHEEEEEEE.
What else? Nate makes me laugh so hard. Tehe.
Had senior preview today and what a preview it was! Senior year is going to be so exciting!
Not.
I am going to go crazy next year if I'm not already. I will shoot myself. I have a pretty good idea of where I want to go and what I want to do thank you very much, I don't need much help. I think I will have a new hobby: filling out applications for college and scholorships! It will be my most favorite thing to do.
I like root beer floats. I am listening to Weezer. I have to go finish the rough draft for my short story now.
By the way, I need crap for my zine. So send some stuff my way. I'd really love you forever. Plus you get a free issue. So that should be incentive enough.

Whooohoooo! I am such a badass gangsta bitch! I am wearing the forbidden shirt. You know...the Buddha rub my tummy shirt? Who wants to rub my tummy?!? Anyway, I don't give a shirt what my dad says, it would be a wast of sweet, sweet money not to wear it. I even intend on wearing it next friday when I will be competing in the state forensics tournament. For luck of course! I thumb my nose at authority!
Did you know Graham T. smells really nice? Like Old Spice. I like the smell of Old Spice. Graham's head is also prickly, like a cactus. But not like a porqupine. That's a very good thing. Ohhhhhhhh, I love lab day in Writing With Style! It is full of tastyness. Asthma is sexy. You betcha! Betcha is a funny word. So is jelly bean AND titty slap.
I am an April fool! I'm also hungry....for baby?
Noooooooo
Nothingness....ohhh sweet nothingness...come and find me.
Tuseday is chicken strips day! Tasty! Thursday is Trading Spaces day! Tastyer!
Wheeeee

titty slap is a funny word.
Today I lost $20 that I had in the back pocket of my pants. I don't know how it slipped out but it's not there anymore. Though I am disappointed, I am not mad. I don't know why. I like money a lot. Money will do lots of things for me in life. Like pay for college. Or perhaps pay for a pair of jeans to cover my hot ass. I have a sweet, sweet ass. I was gonna use that $20 to buy a new CD and a muffin. Muffins are nice especially if they come from Copps and are applesauce flavored. Yum yum.
It was raining today. I do not like rain that much. Especially if its cold rain.
Did you know that the band Ugly Casanova sounds EXACTLY like Modest Mouse? That is so weird it makes my head itch. Maybe its just Modest Mouse under a different name? I think I'm gonna start up my knitting again tonight whilst watching Law and Order. I stopped because the yarn kept coming out of skein all twisted and it frustrated me but now I wanna try again and that makes me happy.
On today's episode of Trading Spaces, there were minimal capentry projects for Ty and he had nothing today. So he was all trying to find stuff to do and it was funny. You had to be there.
Ty Pennington has a sweet, sweet ass.
You betcha.

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look at me! Not schizoid or paranoid! Something completely weird! I slept all day today because that stupid virus that infected me at NATE'S house made me not be able to sleep so it all kind of built up all week and there I was on saturday afternoon, corking off. Oh look, it's my kitty. She'll attack you one day for making me sick Nate. If she had any claws. I just realized that the chair I'm sitting in moves on it's own. Kinda scary. My mother got all domestic today and made apple crisp. It was DELICIOUS! I highly recommend it. Except you can't have any. Nahaha
We got a new washer and dryer because the old ones kept running backwards. They are fun to watch because I can see them working. Lalalalala

i was reading the Nothing Nice to Say forum and found this as the "signature" for someone's post:

one time i asked Jesus how much he loved me, he said "this much" stretched his arms out wide, fell back and died

I laughed my ASS off. HAHAHAHAHA!

now i am listening to dar williams. just so you know.

What to say about today? The word was yesterday that we were supposed to get like ten inches of snow for today. But it didn't happen. Ten inches would've meant a SNOW DAY! (and a very well endowed man...shit...why do i always have to think these thoughts? fuck you hormones!) So I kept waking up, waiting for the phone to ring at 5AM. (Mommy is a teacher and teachers get advanced warning about these things. Kinda handy.) The phone didn't ring. :(
Oh sadness.
Listening to the Red House Painters. Oh so melancholy. Lalalala.....
I need a new jacket for spring. I was glad we didn't have to play in band today.
That makes me very happy. Because I do not like band.

So webcomic boy has fallen into his requisite depression that happens every now and then. I could make it all better.
*evil laugh*
I hope it snows and snows and snows at around 2AM tonight. Cuz you know what that means.....
Nahaha
Hey party people: if you wanna see a new issue of JNSQ come out in the near future, send some stuff my way. Do your own page layout (decorate it, etc) so I don't have to. It would please me greatly.
Hop on over to the new blog Sarah P. and I are doing called The Tampon Project. It promises to be interesting and stimulating reading.
Lalala
I've gotten even sicker if that's possible. But I'm in a really good mood despite.
Gus says the french eat babies. I wonder if thats true.
See ya later
Peace out

Okay. My tag board was the devil. So much for that endeavor. My head is still all stuffed up though. Ugh.

I think I broke my blog. I tried to put up a tag board like all the cool kids are doing but it didn't work I don't think. Anyway. My head is stuffed up and my ears are plugged. My nose is a well of snot. I went to Nate's house on friday night and then I was sick on saturday.
Nate is your house harboring some kind of virus? I hope it isn't because that would suck majorly.
State is in two more weeks. I am excited. I am tingling with excitement.
I couldn't sleep last night. I kept waking up. For some reason, whenever I have bouts of sleeplessness, I get really pissed at my body. I say, "Hey you body! Let me sleep!" But my body just sneers at me and says, "Nahaha I'm gonna make you toss and turn because it's really fun. Lalalalala!" So I try to read about Ernest Shakelton or Ty Pennington but the sleepy by doesn't come any faster. So I piddle a few times and turn on the cieling fan. The cool air blows between my toes which are peeking out from under my blanket. My eyelids try to be heavy but my body wants me to suffer. I don't like this much.
That's all for now. My ears are still plugged.

Being sick really sucks. Especially if it lasted all weekend. I'm not emo, I swear to god.

Who are you?

I am not emo. Goddamnit.
I've calmed down quite a bit today. But it's only 8:08 AM. The day is just beginning. Gah! Webcomic boy stay out of my thoughts - I need to function like a normal person today.

Yay for war! Whoohoo, it's one of my most favorite things in the world next to pelvic exams!!! Yay!!! Pelvic exams as super fun. NOT!!! (Funny noise and a thumbs down.) I just think it's really sad that it had to come to this.
Anyway, so most girls get PMS or cramps before their periods. I get horny. For the past three days leading up to the arrival of Captain Bloodsnatch (sorry I'm being crude but that's my favorite term for being on the rag) all I can think about is sex. Specifically, a certain cartoonist naked and panting in my arms. Dear God! What have I done!!! Gah!!!!! Oh my, my stomach is about to explode at the meer prospect of the thought. An interesting fact to note is that it is only within the last few days that this cartoonist has even entered into my thoughts and fantasies. He has managed to worm himself into my subconscience merely by the merit of being clever. Gah!!! Also, my atomic horniess doesn't happen every month, thank god. No wait, I think it does. Which is kind of weird. Aren't guys supposed to be grossed out by menstruating women? Much less having sex with them? Please tell me if I'm wrong.
Masturbation just doesn't seem to be enough.
I'm sorry faithful readers if I have disgusted any of you beyond belief but this is what has been on my mind lately and I can't stop thinking about the afformentioned cartoonist who will remain nameless. (I'll give you a clue though: he's a webcomic artist. Ha! That really narrows it down doesn't it? Nahaha)
Today is Thursday and as you all know, it is Trading Spaces day with Tony. Today is going to be fun because we have Coke-a-Cola to drink and I like Coke because it makes my teeth squeak and I burp even though I am trying to stop burping so loudly and profusely and whatnot. Mommy doesn't like it. Neither does my tummy.
Speaking of my tummy, we got a letter from the GI guy about my test and he says there is nothing wrong with my stomach, no ulcer or bacteria to be found. Which is bad news. Maybe I'm just going to have to except that I will always have stomach pain all my life and I can't eat certain foods because of it. It's ok, I can deal. But GODDAMN! My tummy really hurts right now.
On to other topics. Hmmmmmm.
Hmmm is right.
Here is a list of my favorite words. Look them up and impress me when you use them in a sentence:
undulate (that's been my all-time, number 1, favorite word since the 6th grade and ain't nothing gonna change that!)
visceral (a close second)
ardor
ardent (a synonym for ardor I know but I like the way it sounds.)
vapor
tenacious
glow
That's pretty much it. I think. I probably be sitting in 5th hour and I'll be all: "Oh no! I forgot ________! (Insert word)" and I will accordingly not be able to sit still and it will bother me for the rest of the day. For someone as old as me, I can be pretty immature sometimes. Alone, inside my head, I have the attention span of a five year old. I cannot sit still if I am preoccupied. Sometimes I get really excited about something, and nothing whatsoever can occupy my mind for the rest of the day. It's weird. I also have a horrible memory, I continually forget what day of the week it is. Sometimes I'm just not sure. I have just come to the conclusion that I am crazy. But maybe you knew that already. I'm starting to calm down now but my stomach doesn't feel any better.
I like the phrase "close proximity." I like the way it sounds and what it means. There is a ceiling in close proximity to my head. But not really because I'm kind of short. I've also come to terms with the fact that I will be a small (not very small) woman when I grow up. It is not hard to be bigger than. I don't mind. I just hope I won't acquire neck problems from always looking up. Nahaha.
I'm wearing sandals and they make me very happy. I sat still and quite for about 40 minutes in algebra today because the vast majority of our class was gone to Madison. I sat and did homework and then read the book we are reading for english. At one point, I couldn't sit still anymore and I got up to tapdance. My teacher said I was a funny girl. Thank you but I'm not Barbara Steisand.
Nahahahaha

So the boy's bball team is going to state and there is a sendoff going on right now and I don't give a shit. That's why I'm not there. Instead, my first hour teacher desposited me and several others in the computer lab while the rest of my class went to the sendoff. I think sendoffs are the devil because they are not evenly distributed among the various extra ciriculars. Academic decathalon and forensic and whatnot do not get a sendoff but those activities (mainly forensics) consistently sends it's participants to state year and year. This will be my third go around at state. Alas, the glory and joy I revel in shall be shortlived as not even the administration gives a rat's ass.

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What Planet Are You From?


this quiz was made by The Autist Formerly Known As Tim

Nahaha! I really have to pee. Maybe I should. I like mustard. I don't have much to say about today.

Today I wore a shirt that I bought with my own money. It says: "For good luck rub my tummy." with a picture of Buddha below. Apparently, this is a provacative statement because I am not allowed to wear it to school anymore. So says lord and master Daddy. I understand that he feels he needs to protect me, but I resent that apparently he thinks I'm not responsible and can't use good judgment. Maybe I'm blowing this out of proportion. People (specifically boys) aren't going to read my shirt much less carry out what it says to do on it. It is my personal opinion that boys don't really look at me all that much. My father once told me that I didn't have any privacy and that I can't make decisions about things such as religion on my own. Granted, on two different occasions. I love my father and all that he does for me, but I do not love the way he treats me. I feel like I'm 12. I can't wear what I want. I can't say or do certain things. Things that my brother says to our father I cannot say to our father. I feel like I haven't earned his respect or trust. I work very hard and it doesn't really feel like he cares. Last week I got two academic awards. Yes, he said good job and whatnot, but I would like him (and my mom too) to make a bigger deal out of these things I do. I work very hard and I've come a long way. But sometimes it feels like it's all in vain. I just want someone to gush. Maybe I'm selfish. I don't know. What I do know is that I should be allowed to wear my Buddha shirt whenever and whereever I want. There are a lot worse shirts I could wear, a lot more provactive clothing I could wear. But I don't. I'm true to myself. I don't wear that stuff because I'm not comfortable in it. Apparently, my father doesn't really pay attention that much to what girls today are wearing. Not that I expect him to, but not all girls dress as dowdy as me. I'm relatively conservative in the fashion department. I know nothing about clothes and I prefer to subsit on jeans and tshirts. I like shopping at Savers, not because it's cool but because there is nowhere else to buy decent, comfortable clothing.
Thank you and good night.

John Wallace is a legend. He is my punk buddy that I've talked to on and off since I was 15. But we haven't talked in a long time. But I was checking one of my old email adresses and there was litle note from him! Yay! So I immediatley answered it and told him to start emailing me at my real email adress. Nahahaha!
I am listening to Andrew W.K. Hair metal is so much fun.
Last night a set of blinds fell on my face at Sarah E.'s house and my lip split open and started to bleed profusely. With that split lip, the damn of my pain broke open and I couldn't stop crying. I love you Rachel Rindo - for holding me and getting me a tissue and hugging me and not letting me drive home till I calmed down. You are a true friend.
So who actually reads this blog from day to day? I know crazy Meghan W. does and then she's all "Oh how did your test go?" in english and I'm all "how did you know?" I'm crazy.
I'm going to the mall today to spend my paycheck and eat chicken tariaki. (I can't spell I'm sorry!) I have a new appreciation for food.
I should go harass my brother. I still have 45 minutes to kill before I can call my partner in crime, the lovely miss R. Rindo.
God I love her.
God I love you all.

I feel really good today. I have a neat bracelet on my wrist with my name and DOB on it. IT is the neatest thing. I still have it on because it is totally cool. I have three little punctures on my hands and arm from where they tried to start an IV but couldn't. I got my IV started and then I was wheeled into the procedure room and given a spray at the back of the mouth that tasted like butt. But it numbed up my gag reflex. Then the doctor came in and gave me demoral to make me relax. Heheh. The twilight zone is a wonderful place. All I remember is biting down on something. Then they had to wait for my throat to un-numb and then I went home. But I couldn't put on my shoes myself because I might fall off the bed. Then I got a vanilla milkshake from Burger King and I drank and it tasted good. I had Erbert and Gerberts and it tasted good.
There Meghan, are you happy?

"The first thing you loose on a diet is brain mass." - Margaret Cho

Today was a good day.

I feel better today. Better than yesterday, tuseday, and monday. Even though I am so hungry. Yes today is the big day. Gastroscopy. I think for lunch I might have a nice refreshing rinse of the mouth with water. Yum yum.
So no matter how much of a pill I am in class my teachers love me. Today is lab day in Writing With Style and Mr. Poss just came by to tell me that I'm getting the E2 (squared) award. This is the second time I've gotten it. Last year was from the beloved Herr Fleming. The E2 award is for outstanding academic excellence and effort. Yay me. Also, Mr. Poss said he would give me a recommondation when the time came. Yipeee! He says he doesn't do that for just anyone. Lalalalal yay me.
My hands are all shakey because I haven't had anything to eat since around 6 PM last night. I am so hungry I could eat a rotissery chicken. Yum. Or a PB&J sub from Erbert and Gerbert's. Double yum. Or a fresh bagle from Big Apple bagles. Triple yum. I should stop doing this. It's making me delirious. At lunch I will finish my oceanography homework. That way I won't have to do it tonight when I am coming down from a high dose of narcotics. When do I get to eat again? I could use a vanilla milkshake from Burger King. I don't care if I vomit. I just want foooooood. Sweeet yummy warm tasty food. Yogurt, string cheese, Otis Spunkmeyer (hehe spunk) cookies. Chicken strips. I LOVE FOOD. Waffles. Pancakes. Omletes. Poptarts. Yum. Cereal. Anything. Except dog poo. I'm not fond of that.
I just have German, lunch, and a little bit of band to go before I will have my "procedure" and find out what's wrong with me and be able to eat again.
I feel good today. In a week that has been otherwise bleak, dreary, and grief stricken, this mood feels like the first ray of spring time sunshine. My thoughts stray occasionally to her. But I pull them back as if they were dogs on leshes and I their tired master, wants to go home. I'm going to write a letter to her parents. That will help me heal as it may help them. On friday, I will give my big brother a hug and I will go out with my friends and remember that she is safe in heaven where no pain can touch her. I will take caution on icy roads and I will be ever mindful. I will keep her in my thoughts but as the days go by, she will become a shadow and to say her name will not hurt so much.
I will stop being so poetic.

Looking at my post hurts. I was parked next to a Dodge Intrepid in the grocery store parking lot. That was Sarah's car. That was the car that Sarah died in. It's not fair.
I feel better today. Yesterday I cried like I didn't know I could cry. Horrible wailing sobs emanating from somewhere deep within myself.
It's gets better little by little.
I should be at confirmation right now but I have too much homework that I don't feel like doing. I have a test too study for that I don't wanna take. I just want to lay in bed. I don't care about anything.
I'm having a gastroscopy tomorrow. That's a test where I will be drugged up real good and then a tube with a camera on it will be shoved down my throat to look at my tummy. I'm not supposed to remember anything. This frightens me a bit. Not being able to remember. Maybe I want to remember something being shoved down my throat.
I should go do homework now. Wheather I like it or not.
God help me.

Sarah Nelson is dead and I'm alive and it's not fair. I have known this girl since 6th grade. We weren't really close or anything. But we would always talk in the classes we had together. We made the switch from orchestra to band together. We both got braces on and off at the same the same time. We reveled in this. She was such a good person. She always had a smile. IT'S NOT FAIR. WHY am I still alive? We were the same the age. How come I'm walking around and she's not? It's not fair. Why is such a wonderful person dead? Why? How come I get to live?
God is bullshit. He does not have a plan. She had so much ahead of her.
I haven't had to grieve for anyone since I was ten when my grandma died. I don't want to do it again.
It's not fair.
Why
why
why

I don't feel like working on my syntax-anal thingie. I am too excited to go to New London. Kyle (there's enough Kyle to go around) will not be there so it will not be as much fun. Nor will he be going to state so I can't make him go to A Room of One's Own (the totally cool feminist bookstore). It just won't be the same.
Anyway, I think this syntax stuff is really lame. I don't like assignments that aren't the bomb diggity. They make me sad and depressed.
Tony and I had an awesome time watching Trading Spaces. We also watched Changing Rooms (the BBC counterpart) and it happened to be the episode where both sets of neighbors hate their rooms. One lady hated it because it was not exactly as how she wanted it to be. That's not the point of the show. She also hated it because it had brown in it and it was a theme. It wasn't even a bad brown. God. The other room I can understand. It was way too modern for the people it was made for. But oh well.
I worked last night and there were way too many people on and not enough stuff to do but that's okay. I had a lovely, tasty sammich with ham, whole wheat bread, chedar cheese and LOTS OF MUSTARD! Of course!
I found out this morning that there will be 900 competitors at the New London meet. 900. If I place, it will be an act of God.
Seriously, even though I'm agnostic.
An act of God.
I'll get you the lowdown on Sunday.

DUDE! 2 posts in one day! This is unreal. I'm currently seeing how fast and how violently I can type. I'm doing pretty well but not as well as my english can type: she is the most violent and the most fast. Sometimes I hear her type during classtime and it is so scary. Ok, now my violence and fast level has sort of petered off. The palms of my hands are soooooo dry. SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
You know what? I'm not really all that tired anymore.
Wait....oh yeah...I still am. I'm really hungry. I want some crackers. I wanna nap too. I wish I could fast forword through German and lunch and band and get to Oceanography where I would take the test and then be at the end of the day. Then I could go find Tony and we could run like mad-people (not madmen) to my car which I conviently parked near the place where Tony and I meet and then we would fly home and watch Trading Spaces and giggle and then we would watch Changing Rooms and giggle some more. Then I would get ready for work and I would take Tony to his car and then I would go to work. I would work and I wouldn't be sitting around all jittery and excited for NEW LONDON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I would work and work and work and I wouldn't mount slides because that would be disastrous because I would royally fuck up. I would wait on people but then I might get mad at customers for being stupid and that's no good. After work I would go to the grocery store and buy Poptarts and Kettle Korn and saline solution. I would go home and go to the basement to get my little black rolling suitcase and the boardgame SCRABBLE and then I would go upstairs to my room and pack up all my goodies being sure to remember my knitting and whatnot. Then I would brush my teeth and put in my retainer and take out my contacts but not in that order. I would put on my PJs and hop into bed and read Portrait In Sepia by Isabell Allende for a while untill my eyelids started to droop and then I would turn out the light and go sleepy-by.
But since it's only fourth hour and I can't time travel (unlike Donny Darko) I have to sit through the rest of my classes and the suffer through public education.
Thank you and have a nice day.

It's after 8AM. I'm in school and soooooooooooooooooooooooooo tired. I woke up at 4AM this morning for no paticular reason other than my body likes to be mean to me. Dude I'm really tired. And I can't stop saying dude.
I work tonight. Making money is always nice. Today is Trading Spaces day with Tony. Thursdays are always a good day. Tony and I watch Trading Spaces and make fun of it and laugh and laugh and laugh. God I am so tired. I need a nap.
I had a dream last night that I was looking for a house to rent. I found a really cool one and I went to look at it. When I came back out, I couldn't find my car keys. I know I'd locked my car and put my keys in my pocket, but they weren't there and the car was unlocked and running. The minute I sat down in the driver's seat, the car started to go without me doing anything. It almost drove into a house and it was so horrible and I was so scared but I finally got the car under controll and then I woke up.
Dude.
Tomorrow is the day the Forensics team leaves for New London. Away meets are so much fun. I am so tired. I should be working on my syntax analysis assignment but I'm too tired and I can't figure out where my main clause verbs are. I hate syntax. Bah!
I need caffine. Who wants to give me a can of Coke? I'd really appreciate it. My mouth is so dry. I cannot function. I wish I was at home asleep.
You know what just made me really happy? I just remembered that today, AP Gov isn't doing regular AP Gov stuff. Instead we will be researching special interest groups. What a nice way to end the week since I don't have to go to GOV tomorrow. My breath is stinky and Ben T. hates me. Do I care? No. He laughed at me for getting a lower score than him on the ACT. I really should proofread this blog. I notice a lot of mistakes. Bye bye. By the way everyone should read Gluemeat because it is very funny and makes me laugh and it will make you laugh too. I love you all and thank you for listening to my delirious ramblings. By the way, don't go see the Wiz at MHS. It sucks.

Goddamit! My ears are vibrating because my dad HAS to have the sound on the TV waaaaaay up and he's watching Gettsyburg and the entire movie is a battle and the house is vibrating. I'm this close to killing him in his sleep. Isn't necessary to use our sound system to its full capacity? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
So I went with my mom to the kick ass knitting shop in the Third Ward. (You should all totally start knitting. It's so much fun.) We got some kick ass yarn and now I'm kniting a kick ass scarf. I haven't knitted anything in a long time. It brings back memories of when my mom and grandma tried to teach me to knit when I was eight. Being the wacky (dude, JTHM hates that word) eight year old I was, I couldn't sit still. Plus they were trying to teach me to knit right handed and I'm left. Luckily I finally learned. So now my mom and I sit in the den with our needles clacking and we happily knit row after row. So much fun!
My head hurts. I don't know why.
Maybe I should go read webcomics I've already read a million times before. That sounds like fun. Totally cool.

Naha! Those crazy war-protester kids are so wrong! They say "Oh only 5% of the federal budget is alloted for education and 22% for military blah blah blah" You know why it's that way? Because education is separated from the federal government. It's up to the states to fund and provide for their own schools, not the feds. And the states don't want federal funding anyway. (So says my mom the teacher for has all the inside info.) That is why I am not walking out. Misinformation. Obscuring the facts. Call me totally crazy. But I'm not. So there.
I went to see Dr. Z (gastrointenitis or -ology or whatever) today. They are going to do a test where they making me all groggy and stuff and then they stick a tube down my throat and look around. I hope my GI problems can be addressed with this test and hopefully solved. It's about damn time is all I have to say.
In other news. I'm going to knit myself a scarf because knitting is fun and totally contusive to tantric sex. (Just kidding.) I want to be able to knit with my feet.
For those of you who say I never update my blog, I have just proven all of you wrong because I just did and I did it three days in a row or something.
Link of the day: ILL Mitch for those of you who are fans of Russian rap
Thank you and have a nice day.

I got my Jumex Strawberry Nectar. It's nice and tasty. I supposed to be writing an intro to a defend, challenge, qualify essay for English but I can't because the prompt isn't written in English. This guy is babbling about Americans and wealth. Blah blah blah.
Mr. Mutchsler (I don't care if I spelled his name wrong) was talking about the parts of a wave (crest, trough, wavelength, etc) and he said something very profound: "In life you will find more troughs than crests." (A little off task here, my cat just gave me a hug! Yes it is possible!) Anyway, I thought that was he said was very profound. I realize that I've had more troughs than crests in my life. I have hardly ever been riding high. Basically, my entire elementary school years was one big trough. I was up for awhile, then down again. Now I've finally managed to ride a wave and I don't want to stop.
I'm so tired of hearing about all this anti war stuff. Yes, I don't believe war is the answer to solve this problem that we have. That's all people are talking about at school. I don't care! I don't! I'm not going to do the student protest because I think that there are too many issues everyone is concerned about. The whole walkout is about how the governmet is spending more on the military than on education. There are misleading posters up all over school about how "peace is patriotic" and that we should all walk-out. What the fuck is the walkout supposed to be about? What the government spends on education or the war in Iraq? I don't give a shit and I don't want to participate. Yes, I consider myself a liberal. But I don't want to do this. I hate all this peer pressure that is going on to do the walk out. I could care less.

I cannot stop saying, "totally" in my head. I'm kind of weird that way. Stuff gets into my head and it bounces around there for awhile and then somehow I spit it out.
Wanna know what something really cool to do is? Mix up stuff you can do with your different senses! Tastes like itching for example.
Have you ever heard Death Cab for Cutie's version of "All is Full of Love?" It's totally cool. It adds a certain melancholy, emo flavor to the song. Blah blah blah.
I didn't go to school today. I woke up wiht a headache and felt poopy. I slept most of the day and then got up to eat something and watch a little telly. I caught part of the Robert Blake preliminary hearing on E! Entertainment Television. (I love calling E! that.) That man was crazy. They had this recording of him talking to his wife and he's all saying that she got pregnant on purpose and blah blah blah and she's evil and stuff but last night he was crying to Barbara Walters about how much he loved his child. What?!? I told you he's crazy. He funny looking too.
I also watched a short film about what happens to the characters who get written out of movies. Crazy. They make their OWN movie. Duh.
I'm the only one who knows the sewers, there's a tsunami coming! AHHHHHHHHHH

Wow! I have had such a good day so far! I've just been feeling really good. Maybe that's because my doc switched my happy pills to nighttime dose and now it doesn't take forever for them to kick in. Instead I wake up all happy. WHOOOHOOO. Here are the things that have made me happy:
1.) I got a 27 on the ACT. I just found out my score today and it surprised the shit out of me. You know what this means? I probably won't have to take that test again! WHOOOHOOOO
2.) I haven't felt this good in a long time.
3.) My tetnus booster doesn't hurt anymore.
4.) I got 4th place in storytelling at Durand on saturday. I didn't place in farrago. That makes me sad but for the last time I had to do storytelling this year and considering the fact that I hate the category, I did damn good.

Sometimes I wish I could stay in high school forever. I wish that I didn't have to worry about where I'm going to college and how I'm going to pay for it. I want to go to Rochester Institute of Technology more than anything in the world because I can study my passion, photography, there more indepthly than at any other school I've heard of. I want to be a photojournalist. I want to take pictures of war, suffering, and misery and I want the world to see my pictures and be affected and feel uncomfortable about who they are and the life they are living. My ultimate dream is to join Magnum. Maybe I won't be photojournalist, maybe I will be a nature photographer because I love taking pictures of plants and whatnot. I am in such turmoil over this.

Have you noticed my blog is confused? yeah, I want to change the colors but I've only managed to do one because I don't now what each part of the code corresponds to.
So yeah, will someone tell my something to set my mind at ease?

Lets here it for doing regular postings! Whoohooo. I'm listening to a song entitled "You're so damn hot" by OKGO. I think I'm going to put it on a mix that I am making for Rachel's birthday. Wheee. I have a forensics meet tomorrow and I want to at least place at this one. I worked on adding "drama" to my piece with my coach today. I think I have improved it quite a bit. My arm hurts where I got a tetnus booster on Wednesday. The nurse said it would only hurt for a day. She is a lying sack of shit. My arm hurts like a bitch. Anyway. Good luck to me.

I love half days of school! They are full of tastiness! I love the word tasty. It has such a nice ring to it. I'm in the middle of Writing with Style at the moment. Today is a half day and that makes me happy.
I want to talk about my fish. (Well, he's not really my fish, he's Mr. Suppon's fish, but I named him and after my tenure as a TA was up, someone started feeding him for me. Sierra is a goddess.) I love Twinkie (yes that is my fish's name) to death. He is tiny and purpleish-maroonish and oh - so - cute. He swims around his tank, a converted computer moniter, with such joy. He hides behind his plants and plays hide and seek. I love Twinkie! I think I might visit him today after school.
I have hairy fingers. Why is that? I am wearing an aquamarine sweater. It has a zipper and a hood. I just sneezed three times and Kinzy said, "Bless you." Yay me. I think I'm going to work on next week's sharing. I want to write about how much I love mustard. Mustard is a great word. You can mean "mustard" but say, "Mouse turd" HAHAHAHa
I'm so going to shut up now.

Talking to my big bro on AIM. Yup. Telling him all about absolute crap.
It's really weird because I couldn't wait for him to go off for college and the first year he was gone was fantastic, but now it's the second year and I miss him terribly. Don't tell anyone though. Especially him.
I got 6th at the UWEC forensics meet. I'm very proud of myself.
I've realized that I really like mustard. I love the smell and it's tangy taste. If I could, I would have mustard on everything. I love the fact that it's yellow. I like it on white bread with swiss cheese and ham especially. Yum Yum. Mustard is the condiment of the gods.
My blog is really funny looking. I don't know if I like this template. Blah blah blah

Like the new template? I do! Thank you Blogskins! Yay!
State of the Union tonight. That should be interesting. Too bad I hafta watch it for AP Gov.
:(

LOOOK ITS A SONG THAT MAKES ME HAPPY

sweet avenue by Jets to Brazil

tasting you and rain I walk down to the train / try not to look down / this day could one day be an anniversary / everything is light and sound / facing forwards going slowly wait for you to show me / where this train wants to go / living by the hour I stop for every flower / everything is soft and slow / now all these tastes improve through the view that comes with you / like they handed me my life / for the first time it felt right / thank you for making me see there's a life in me / it was dying to get out / holding you we make two spoons beneath and April moon / everything is soft and sweet / this cigarette it could seduce / a nation with its smoke / crawling down my tired throat / scratches part of me that's purring / softly stirring / I'm a captain of industry smoking famously / feet up on the windowsill / look at all these trees I feel affinity with / everything so soft and still / budding at my fingertips / touching you I start to bloom / alive with trains and passing ships / soft and sweet along your lips now / I go "oh wow" / thank you for taking me from my monastery / I was dying to get out / with tears of gratitude / I like my latitude / cross town train to you / now all these tastes improve / through the view that comes with you / like they handed me my life for the first time it felt worth it / like I deserved it

POO!
I found my quote but now I don't feel like working on the outline. Look ma! No hands! I am typing on the keyboard and not looking at it at all. Wow I am so magical.
Last night I finished the best book I have read in the past few months, Bel Canto (by Ann Patchett.) Fan-fricking-tastic! The woman's writing is so beautiful. She describes such horrible conditions (a hostage situation) with such beauty and clarity. Then the ending...god. I gave myself a treat because I had been attempting to read John Locke and study for the ACT. The ACT part went ok but John Locke was a disaster. I threw it across the room I was so frustrated with it. Scared my cat half to death. Next I am going to read The Pianist by someone who's name I cannot spell or pronounce for that matter. It's the book that the new Roman Polansky movie is based on. With the guy that has the big nose. But he's still hot. Yeah, you know what I'm talking about.
So I have my first forensics meet in two weeks. I'm a little nervous. I'm double entered, which means that I will be competing in two categories: farago and storytelling. The reason I'm nervous is because I don't feel I've had enough practice time on either of my pieces. But we want to kick Durand's ass this year right? So this is what we have to do. I want to actually place this year. I am going to kick major booty. Yep time to go.
Meghan I hope you weren't too bored. You crazy crazyiness. I love creative spellings!

Lauren...baby, this one is for you

So I'm supposed to be writing an outline for a speech I will be giving about the rhetorical features of a quote from Stephen King's On Writing but I'm not as far as I should be in the book. Instead I am checking my web comics. (Is that one word of two?) I don't feel my day is complete unless I check my webcomics so I am doing that now. Or I was. Now I am writing in my blog. I changed it again. Do you like its magical fruitiness? I do. If I could be an html genius like I once was (yes believe it or not I did know masses of html. I have long forgotten the miles of code I memorized though.) I would manipulate the template. But I'm not! So I won't! Whooohooo! Now I am going away. Maybe I will write later.

Teehee...I am listening to 2 boys talk about girls. But they are not being derogitive. (Spelling anyone?) I want to piss myself laughing and because they are being all philospohical and talking about how much girls have hurt them. I have been having a bad day and this has really made it turn around. Hee hee. You know what else is going to make it good? I AM GOING TO BUY ABOUT A BOY ON DVD AFTER SCHOOL! Yippee! Hugh Grants finest moment. I notice something. DVDs and CDs always come out on tusedays. Movies on fridays and books whenever the hell they want. This keyboard is hard to type on.

Three things no one knows about me:
1.) I deal with chronic gastro-intestinal discomfort and clinical depression
2.) My mother is very sick and that makes me very scared.
3.) I am not happy. Not happy at all.

Mr. Suppon thinks I should be presisdent because laziness is bad and I shake my fist at laziness. He also thinks I should be an investment banker. I don't know how I'll be able to juggle these two careers. Who reads this blog anyway?