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.

schizotypal


Which Personality Disorder Do You Have?
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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.