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?

Happy Christmas. I was having a perfectly wonderful day. But then I checked one of my favorite web comics Nothing Nice To Say to find out that my favorite punk is dead. Joe Strummer died. He's fucking dead. He's never going to sing "London Calling" or "Should I Stay or Should I Go?" or "Tommy Gun" again. I cried when Joey Ramone died. I don't know if I can cry this time. How can we lose to great men in a space less then three years? I always thought he was really hot. (Shut your mouth.) He embodied so many things - without the Clash, where would Dropkick Murpheys be? The Clash were the first to sing about the blue collar working class. They were the first to mix reggae and rock together. A lot of different bands owe themselves to the Clash. I just want to express my sympathy to Mr. Strummer's family and fans and anyone out there who felt at all affected by the Clash's music. Thank you and good night.

You know what my favorite computer game is? Solitaire. Think about the symbolism in that for awhile, will you?

Bekah....if you're reading this...I've updated see

I am listening to quite possibly the best song without words EVER written. "Sandstorm" by Darude. After I'm done with this, I am going to burn a CD with nothing but that song on it. It makes me so happy. I love Harry Potter. That's all I have to say about that. I hate school.
Working in the photo lab that I do, it being the best one in town, we are bombarded with bussiness at Christmas time. I used to love Christmas. Now the photo lab is slowly poisioning my mind. It is so busy. There is a never ending stream of people even after we turn off the open sign and attempt to lock the doors but NOOOO we can't do that because there are slow customers there after close so we have to wait for them to finish and then other customers come in and we have to wait on them. I will kill myself if I have to work on christmas eve. I probably will though because everyone else asked off. Curse you father christmas! Go to hell Santa Claus! Goddamnit.
Thank god I'm getting my hair cut today. It is starting to touch my neck and I can't stand the feel of it there.
I'll burn my CD now.

I saw pictures of a dead baby over the weekend. (I work in a photo lab, that's how) I cannot stop seeing this baby in my head. Another problem is that I know who's dead baby it was. Dead baby jokes are suddenly not funny.
On the bright side, I had a blast at the photo expedition. I took lots of excellant photos and I got important practice with my new camera. I think I'm ready to finally take it off auto mode and start working with the other exposure modes.
Blah blah blah. I think I'll shut up now.

I am in hell. I am surrounded by idocy. On one side are two sophomores who are talking about cars and using the words "retarded" "shit" and "fuck" a lot. Could they make their combined intelligence any more apparent? On the other side is some ass who keeps playing Eminem videos. In between each video, he watches the preview for that dumbass movie that's coming out. I am going to kill myself. At least my lip balm tastes yummy. Ok, ass-ugly boy is now watching a James Bond trailer. Wow he is so unbelievebly cool. Dodge Ram trucks! OH MY GOD! I was here first, they should leave.
My parents are out of town and I am having shitloads of fun. I think I've jumped on every piece of furniture that is jump on-able. I also wore my shoes. (That's so pimp - the car boys to my left) In the house. I am such a badass. I think tommorow, I will have waffles on the good china. My parents are crazy and don't want to leave me alone because the house might burn down or explode so they got my friend Sarah to stay with me. They think she is so mature because she's 19. She hasn't stopped me from doing bad things though. HAHAHEHE!
Car Boys probably just got their liscenses. "Lexus is gay." How homophobic. I want to rip their spines out through their nostrils. That'll be sooo gay though. Go Mrs. Librarian! She just came over to yell at them. Whoohoo.
I'm going on a photo expedition today after school with Rachel, Sarah and Nate. I've been so excited for it all day. It have kept me alive. It's keeping me alive right now. Right now, I want to die. Eminem boy to my right has stopped his antics thank god. He looks really intelligent right now. He's talking to himself. You know what? I'm going to shut up before I explode. Thank you.

As always, Tony's blog is full of tastiness.

Tastiness! Tasty shall be my new word. My hands are shaking and I have stomach cramps but I'm a trooper and I've managed to stay in all day. Severe gastrointestinal pain is not associated with any of my meds so that rules out them. I'm not in a stressful situation and I've not recently eaten curry (which has the same effect.) Hmmmm. It's a mystery. This is the grossest posting I have ever made. Stop reading this, NOW.
Just kidding. I'm tired and I'm so glad I don't have anything to do after school today.
I recently realized that Hamlet is the weirdest play ever written. Why has he decided to act nutty? So he can effectively kill his uncle in a fit of crazyiness? Why do we have to read it so slowly. Damnit. Out Damn spot. (HAHA! I just made an "allusion" to McBeth (MacBeth?) yay for me I am hardcore cool.

Whooohoooo I think I'm gonna post all regular like to this blog. I'm supposed to be scanning dumbass slides right now but I don't wanna! Haha! I'm a badass!
I had a busy weeekend. I worked and at work we are entering the busy season when everyone wants stupid christmas cards and whatnot. I like when I get christmas cards that I may have somehow prepared. That is so much fun. I burned my tongue on my hot chocolate this morning. I can still feel it. Sludge. Mr. Suppon just said sludge. hehe. Someone is eating a crushed poptart. Bad dog. A working solution is a watered down stock solution. I can't wait to go to algebra. It's so much fun.
Another reminder to read Tony's Blog which is yummy and tasty.