So my mind turned off after fourth period today, and I can't seem to get it back on. Oh well. Minds are overrated. Don't you agree??
Friday, February 28, 2003
I only had two real classes today, it was great! People seemed to like my chapter for my autobiography...maybe I'll somehow try to make it available for people to read...maybe. I hope I can go to Heather's tonight, but I don't know if I will have a car! AHH!!!
It's FRIDAY!! YAYYY!!!
Pirst fost? I read my "rant" in my autobiography chapter about my dad's other kids to my mom. She laughed.
Apparently a phone chain went around my class about staying home from school tomorrow. Unsurprisingly, I didn't get a call. But I can most likely attribute that to the fact that I spent about two hours on the phone.
Thursday, February 27, 2003
I hate being misinterpreted. I HATE HATE HATE it!
There's no snow so far. God heard my plea...but I really don't want to do my autobiography. Dammit. I have to do 1-2 more pages. Guh.
[edit] I should've blogged this earlier, but didn't feel like editing the post...
I forgot to mention that Lampe muted me today. It was pretty funny, actually. I don't take his yelling to heart (although it's kinda scary when he gets mad at Tripper, cause then you know it's bad...). I started signing to Rachel, and then I decided to talk, on mute, while staring at him. He unmuted me and I kept talking, saying "It would be pretty annoying if I sat here talking like this, while on mute, and just kind of staring at you and talking. Yeah I bet that would be pretty annoying..." He agreed.
Mr brain's about to pop. I hate studying for history. No matter how hard I try, it just doesn't work.
Now to download music from Almost Famous...
Is anyone else having trouble focusing on work due to the subliminal messaging of *snowdaysnowdaysnowday*?
Margaret had an exchange student from France, whom she brought to chem class. The exchange student was talking with Mr. Lampe, and he was asking her why she was here.
"Oh, is it summer there?" he asked.
Do I even need to explain that any further??
Cue bursts of laughter from the entire class, followed by another unsuccessful attempt by Lampe at teaching us chemistry.
Right now, I'm in the art cave and Tillman is desperately trying to folding a pop up laundry basket more than once. And when you try to take it away from him, he clutches it to his chest and says, "don't touch me!". Sweet thing...
Apparently there's a Jewish accent.
I wonder if I have a Jewish accent. I'm speaking Jewish right now, you know.
Ahhh, Coop.
Oh Toooommmmm, where are you? I'm blogging from the third floor. Come visit me. Rachel's here too. It's a party.
Rachel just took out a book about coffee and smelled it. "Does it smell like coffee?" I asked her.
"Nope," she said, as she smelled it again and proceeded ask me if I couldn't just smell it anyway, cause there are coffee beans on the book.
"No, it's in the air! Don't you smell it in the air?!" she just said, and smacked me twice.
Ahh, a third time. That was more of a push, though.
Oh Rachel, I love you.
i hate you, insomnia. talked to brooke, matt's ex today. so we're on good terms. we both agree matt is a twit. a stupid, stupid twit. now i just have to talk to him.
today was an exceptionally good day involving the acquiring of tickets home and to guster in milwaukee, an A- on my broadcast journalism test, and that conversation with brooke.
my body is exhausted but my brain is awake. yergh.
Pirst fost?
Pirst fost indeed!
The first chapter of my autobiography (although it will not necessarily be the first in the book) is three pages. I still have some ideas, and I need a connecting sentence very badly in one place. I just finished a paragraph-long rant about the grubby fingered, runny nosed other kids that belonged to my dad. I can assure you I don't miss them.
Wednesday, February 26, 2003
Guster, April 27 @UPenn.
Is that prom night?
[edit]MR NICE!
Hi, my name is Mr. Nice...
[edit] Wow. The comments being back seems to have been pretty short-lived.
So, my autobiography will not be about my entire life, because I know there is no way to sum it up in five chapters. It will be a bunch of stories, preferably about the more interesting bits and pieces. For my first chapter, I'm writing about my dad. Oh yeah, a blast. But interesting. I honestly don't even have passing thoughts about him during my day, so it's weird to be thinking about him. Oh well.
Tom: If you don't post the story from lunch by...midnight...I'm gonna have to say that your posting rights have expired!
Rachel: If you want to fit your life into 20-30 pages, you'll have to summarize quite a bit.
I'm pretty sure I had something blogworthy, about which I made a mental note. Blog this later, I told myself. As you can see, I must've been out of mental yellow sticky notes.
My English paper has lost its sense of direction...if it ever had one. It had a great topic sentence after Mrs. Hill gave it to me. Sadly, the rest of the paper kind of spirals out from there and goes all over. Controlling ideas? What?
My sister broke up with her boyfriend tonight, so now she's on the phone with every single one of her friends telling them about it. He put in his profile "my life is ruined". Oh 7th grade. They never saw eachother. At least I saw my 7th grade boyfriend before I broke up with him...yes, mags, that was Mike =).
i think everyone should download the song "Who Needs Sleep" by Barenaked Ladies...not because it's a good song, but just cuz it's funny. an appropriate song for all the insomniac teens out there.
speaking of sleep, i should be doing it because i'm getting up in less than 5 hours to go freeze my butt off for three days....deb i'll miss you! *and i will sorely miss my computer and the blog*
wish me luck, hopefully i'll come back with all my limbs in tact for dinner on friday nite *whoo hoo!* unless BACON FAT kills me while i am away...he he he
see u all friday! have a great rest of the week!
Tuesday, February 25, 2003
I sleep a lot.
More than most people I know.
I took a nap today. Actually, two naps.
And I took one yesterday.
And still slept through the night.
I like sleep.
Who else likes sleep?
Oh right, the exact quote I had was this:
(in reference to Carina's wonderful blocking of her Asian character)
Me: Carina needs an accent
Nick: What Carina needs is some talent.
And it just gets better!
Says Tom to Jeff:
"You flirt with my girlfriend, so I can flirt with you."
Hmm...my profile comes up as "too long and complex". But it's two links and two quotes. C'est tout. Why is that so complex? And it's not even a complex font!
I did my history homework really really REALLY thoroughly tonight, as in a spent 2 hours on it. Why? Because Mrs. Grady scares the shit out of me. Heather and I decided that one day, when she's going on one of her rampages and scaring everyone senseless, half the class is actually going to be scared to death. Just fall over dead with a heart attack. Seriously, it's going to be the death of me. I love history, but it's hard to focus when I'm shaking.
I did claim blogging rights to something... now what was it?
Ah yes. Carina. That wonderful light in our life that shines a bit too brightly and directly in your eyes. And has a persistant hum.
Anyway, I have a very cruel idea for a gag gift for her in relation to Players. Such a cruel idea that one wouldn't dare to do it, and could only sit back and say, I wish...
And what is this noble gift we could give to this magnificent actress and singer? Something she could use very well for this upcoming play.
(To the point, to the point!)
My friends, what Carina needs is a bag of talent.
That's right, pure talent in a bag. Might be a bit too pricey for Target though; I hear those things are really top of the market these days.
I think they should text message or email people their sports certificates. That would save a lot of time.
I called my senior project lady. It looks like I may end up teaching an art class to people in the nursing home and/or assisted living section of the place.
Some kid in here just had a fart machine. Arguably one of the cooler things I've seen recently.
Yesterday, in Spanish class, I could remember the word for "to bring" (the word is traer), so I said "It must be...brrrringar!!" It was quite amusing, while at the same time quite sad.
I feel so out of the loop, only because I went online once yesterday (at school) and didn't go on at all when I got home.
[edit] IAM IAM!!
Monday, February 24, 2003
oh today i am confuzzled!!! i think i have an attachment problem...i get attached too easily, or too quickly. i donno. anyway, i've been in this poetry mood lately, i've been writing it. i feel somewhat productive when i write a poem and it's oddly therapeutic. they're prolly not very good (tho deb likes them....thanks hun!) but they mean something to me, so i'm gonna share today :o)
Puddle jumping
taking great leaps
through treacherous streets
dangerous and slippery when wet
unsure of what's ahead, i wait
Blinking in the misty air
headlights blind me
my eyes scan the area through the dim lights
wind blows through my jacket
i shiver, and i wait
The clouds loom above
threatening to spill
i zip up my jacket, snuggle into my coat
excitement in the air
eyes meet, and i wait
Our steps begin slowly
hear the squish under my soles
wind begins to swirl faster and our pace picks up
don't know where the unfamiliar streets go
we follow them, but i wait
We turn the corner
but have reached a dead end
tears of joy from above fall down onto our heads
hands grasped tightly as if to reassure one another
we turn around, am i still waiting?
Puddle jumping
taking great leaps
through treacherous streets
dangerous and slippery when wet
unsure of what's ahead, i wait
Rachel Rovner 2/24/03
i got the black lab cd today, your body above me. damn, its so good. i like emotion in singing and "The black lab guy" fits the bill. manliness meets inner longing for woman companionship. bitter rage versus puppy dog love. when these two concepts mix good music is made. plus, there's such a pounding rhythm behind a few of the songs.. and all the songs flow together well. damn! black Lab! good!
So the week started off with a bang =)
Yes, it's actually a full week...a normal week...weird...
But, this Friday is the middle school drama performance! And my sister is Snow White (I think)! Who's excited?
Everything happens for a reason. I don't want to say I'm talking about fate, because I'm not. Decisions are made and they affect some and not others. But as I said before, everything happens for a reason.
Privacy is a virtue. Like so many other things in life, you never realize the importance of it until it's gone.
ddr for 2.5 hours. no papers written. my legs are going to kill me. amy will kill me if i don't get this paper written. dammit, i don't want to do work. she doesn't give extensions. crap and a half. i want to go back to ddr.
So of course last night, when I wanted to post the link to Mr. Nice, I couldn't post anything. What a pain.
And I was gonna do the run-down of my weekend using +/- (stealing Tom's idea).
Speaking of Tom...where is he?
Sunday, February 23, 2003
Hi ho everyone!! I hope you all had wonderful weekends! (I know I had a great Saturday nite....) and I spoke to Deb bunches so I was updated on the goings on in Philly.
So I was thinking...does anyone remember Ghost Writer? I don't remember if it was a book series or a show first....anyway, so you know how all the kids had these special pens and when they wrote with them then the "ghost" could see it and write back, or all of a sudden it could write to them on the computer....so it was like, you "knew" whatever the ghost thing was, was there but were always skeptical....that's how I feel!!
Deb was telling me that people ::Sue!:: still think I'm "imaginary" yet you all can see my words on the computer screen...
I donno, I had a lot of down time to think this weekend....and sadly, that's what i was thinking about.
However, I think my imaginary ghost cover is going to be blown on Friday!!! I hear that there will be a road trip to Edgemont....!
DUN DUN DUN!!
Oh wellz, off to find a fact about Lorca...
malpractice081: your hair smells so good...
This seems to be the case. I've been told that my hair smells good quite a lot this weekend. So I guess it's true...hehehe...
All I can say is that you better watch out if you're playing pool...
Jeff: "oh i do so love to play a woman from time to time"
Oh Jeff. I just had to quote you. I won't say anything else, though.
THANKS TOM & DEBRA!!! That's all...
I got home 10 minutes late last night, so now I'm not allowed to use the car. But...methinks it was worth it.
Saturday, February 22, 2003
Driver's Ed is almost sheer torture. 3 hours of complete boredom. And I don't learn a thing, only am thoroughly confused and no closer to understanding how to drive a stick.
Faculty play again tonight...anyone going again? I'll need someone to sit with...
Last night was awesome. =)
And thank you Kat and Nick for coming up with really funny lw&t's for me! I wanna try to mix them....I especially "Deb leaves...with two changes of clothing" and "Deb leaves...wearing Tom's glittens."
How can I mix them into the same one?
This is the best sing along I've ever seen! Quite easy to follow!
Friday, February 21, 2003
ok, question. does anyone have the same limited wardrobe as me? that being like 2 pairs of good solid jeans, 4 longsleeved teeshirts and miscellaneous tees?
Hey guys...I need a last will and testament, badly. I need to email it to Allison this weekend. I'm not putting anything about freshmen, or relationships, so can someone please help me think of something?!?
The faculty musical was cute! Vic and Lampe's song was great! Lampe was good! It was sort of a tear (of the good nature). And yay to the boys who were in it too! Tillman was quite the Mac Daddy, and Jeff...high quality leaps, seriously. Nice strutting & posing in the muscle shirts, & good singing!
It felt strangely backwards for me to be sitting in the audience, watching the teachers perform. I wondered if the things I was paying attention to were the things other people notice when we're on stage.
I think I'm going to see it again tomorrow night, because my mom said she'll go if I go, and because I want Jamie to see it.
Muy bueno.
Ahhh, and Jimmy Crumlish could potentially win in nationals, in case anyone was wondering.
FINE! I'll post since everyone else is obviously too cool to be home on a Friday night (my mom said "you can't do something two nights in a row, you're sick"). I just got back from dinner with my family. Not the funnest time. No, not at all. I brought Catcher In The Rye with me, figuring I'd need a diversion to prevent me from having to listen to my grandfather's horrible sarcasm and bitterness and my grandmother's nonstop talking. I was so right. My grandfather's a horrible driver, and he wouldn't let me drive, and I was getting so pissed off on the ride over. My grandmother yelled at me for getting mad, and then my grandfather said I didn't have to go if I didn't want to. And oh boy, did I want to jump out of the car and go back home right at that instant.
We went to a chinese place, and I filled up on chinese pizza and rice (I usually eat so much food that I'm at the point of nausea....or the food just makes me nauseous in general, and this time was no exception). I love my family, but I don't enjoy meals or outings with them.
didn't go to sleep til 6.30. 2 cans of pepsi + insomnia = no sleep. i still managed to get to class a mere 15 minutes late. go me! ian and matt managed not to show. ian was asleep (the sleep gods hate him even more then they hate me), i have no idea where matt was. this, of course, leads me to specualte where he was. my guess is with brooke. ::shrugs:: i should talk to him, or something. it's sat how time really does fix everything for me. and by fix i mean leads me to become apathetic until i can deal with things again.
spent the night downloading cover songs. why is johnny cash god? why?
tonite there are prospies. excellent.
Debra, scrolling down on the blog: "Someone's snorting, someone's snorting, someone's snorting! I'm always snorting!"
I didn't have spanish class, because my class was taking a quiz, so Debra talked to my teacher in spanish for a couple minutes, and we left to come troll the blog. Of course...no one in my spanish class was actually listening...Debra said she's from New York, said she was Tom's girlfriend...then Kaari asked me where she was from, and Ali admitted she didn't understand anything. Oh foolery.
Debra...I'm gonna out troll you!!! MUAHAHAH! Actually...just kidding. I don't have the patience for it.
What about Katie's? ::Sigh:: You get so out of the loop when you're sick. Not that I was ever really in the loop...
Thursday, February 20, 2003
i almost had a panic attack...the blog would not LOAD on my grandma's computer!! luckily, after a few tries it did, and i did not have to open a can of whoop-ass on the Dell. Anyway, I'm totally bummed because I am sitting here on my fat ass (ugh...we had chinese!) doing nothing but wishing i could go to the gym (cuz i sat around in the car all day...Deb, good thing you took the train) and then ate and sat around s'more.
I'm probably only 1/2 an hour away from y'all and my parents wouldn't let me go! Why? So I could sit here. They wanted me to see my cousins. However, my cousins and I don't really interact. So we all sat around (more) and watched Friends and Will and Grace, granted W&G is my fave show...i would have rather come to hang with you all! My sister was so bored she put cornrows in my hair...(u DON'T want to see those...)
Oh well...another time...
Ok. I'm officially REALLY PUMPED for the show tomorrow. You all better be there. At 4. Yay! Get excited!
And yay for another night of defectiveness!
And yay for hanging curtains!
And then unhanging them.
And then rehanging them.
I've been in a good mood all day. I think I'll continue this.
Guess what!!!
Already Friday tomorrow. Lovely day. Faculty play and Katie's. Just wonderfun. I'm excited. I want to see Lampe sing.
my roommate has the uncanny ability to fall asleep in three seconds flat. she is currently on her bed snoring and looking cute. i like kris. she's nice.
i overslept and decided to go to class. good thing, because i apparently had a test in braodcast production. which i didn't study for at all, bullshitted completely, and probably got a C on. ::sigh:: at least i went, right?
and at exec today (board meeting for bsffa. fun stuff. really.) i got to interact with matt, tried not to blow up/cry at him, went back with everyone to nathan's room afterwards, and realized that i couldn't be in the same room with him. ::sigh::
have i mentioned that this is a big fat pile of suck?
luckily, i got extensions on all my papers, nothing is due now til monday, so i can spend more time figuring out my life and my situation. and sleeping. lots of sleeping. i still want your snow.
What a great day today has been! I'm not being sarcastic!! I went to the doctor, which means I got out of my house. I even got to drive there and back! And I took a shower, put my contacts in for the first time in a week, ANNNNNDDD Jamie came to visit me! What a doll.
No french day. Fun fun...because it's a free, my only free. I miss french though. I dreamed in french again last night. Second time in a week. The first was at Wyn's were I dreamed about David Arcette cooking with parsley, speaking in french, and apparently I said something in french.
Daddy?
Home again. This time I begged my mom to let me go to school; she said no. Not until I'm on my antibiotic. (I went to the doctor today and she prescribed one for me.) She let me wash my hair last night, but the rest of me's still dirty. I think I'll get to shower tonight, as it's my first day w/o fever. I feel a whole lot better, but still congested & I'm hacking a bunch. Ahhh, such is the go of life.
Pachelbel's Cannon in D major - Download it. It might be one of the most beautiful pieces of music ever written. It's one of those works that makes you close your eyes because that's the only way to see it properly.
Also, George Winston does a remarkable variation. Not to mention Rockapella, which is who I first heard it from. But to hear an orchestra...It's amazing. Simply stunning.
Possible Hilltones pieces are definately on my mind right now, at 2:15 AM.
Anyways, goodnight fellow bloggers. Sweet dreams, and sleep tight everyone.
nothing of interest happened today. i'm jealous of all of you with snow.
had to sit next to matt in class, and found myself walking four paces behind him on my way home. i couldn't decide if i wanted to run and catch up with him or leave him alone. i choose leave him alone, and when he finally did notice i was behind him, i got a head nod.
this is the real downside to it. i didn't just lose a boyfriend, i feel like i've lost a best friend as well. usually when something goes wrong here, i can go to matt. even know i want to go to matt and just talk... except matt IS the problem, and i can't. i want my friend back.
the other downside is that i lose all motivation to work, and i now have something like 8 pages due for friday, none of which have been researched yet.
i want to go sledding.
why is there this ridiculous "pressure" to be "bad?" why do teens feel like they are required to rebel? granted, not all do...but why can't teenagers just leave well enough alone and just respect others and what parents say and whatnot. sure, i get frustrated and angry with people who tell me what to do (ie parents and teachers) but i'm not going to go sneak out and disobey because "i'm a senior" or because "it's what teenagers do."
so dumb
Wednesday, February 19, 2003
ok, words ending with -ch most likely have a negative connotation. grinch, pinch, bitch, wench. cinch is kind of sleazy ("hey! that was a cinch!" read: i blatantly cheated), and winch connotes (to me at least) the feeling of crushing one's fingers with a large metal object. i'm not sure about bench. or finch. damnit, there goes my elaborately constructed analysis of the english language. i'm going to go to bed now.
Did you know that the "famous" aphrodisiac "Spanish Fly" is actually made of ground beetles? Who knew that could be a turn on...yick.
ohhhhhh..
thanks to heather's away message, i just remembered a song i sang in 4th grade for the choir! it was called america sings!! and it was great! we fourth graders made a hell of a lot of noise. *big grin* and i just remembered something else.. in 3rd and 4th grade, we could write our own books and get them published. and i wrote this great one in 4th grade about a kidnapping in london.. man.. scary detective stuff.. sherlock holmes! wow!
Don't you hate it when rumors about you having sex aren't true? Man, if I had rumors spreading about me having sex, I'd at least want to be able to say, "Yeah, you heard right."
Grr.
To prepose a thought to Deb; I think certain guys have it as bad as girls. At certain times, of course.
All day I've been saying to myself: It's ok, it's Wednesday! Only 2 more days until the weekend. And so far, that has succeeded in getting me through school. That, and the fact that I could stay until 5, hang out with friends, and ignore work.
Then, of course, I come home and it jumps on my back in the form of history readings.
We finally got our "Melody Girls" piece for concert choir. And...it's another 50's pop song ::gasp:: suprise, suprise. Better yet, Daugherty arranged it. And pretty much the entire time I sing "moon blue moon blue moon dip dih dip dih dih, moon blue moon blue moon dip dih dip dih dih..." on and on and on and on and on...
Tomorrow is Thursday. And that means last period free! And Drawing and Painting II! Yay for B week Thursdays, the easiest day of the cycle.
Guys, you don't know how easy you have it.
[edit] If someone were to script all of our lives and make a soap opera out of it, it could be pretty interesting.
[edit] Wow. Thanks for attacking me. By "guys" I mean MEN. I don't mean everyone aside from me. This was by no means me complaining about being sick, it had to do with a conversation I was having about girls and guys and other stuff. I meant that MEN have it easy, girls have it kinda hard. [Or do people want to make mean comments about this too?] So before you decide to be so rude, figure out what I meant first.
yeah, sitting here.....procrastinating going to the gym (sorry Deb...) What ACTUALLY happened to leaving at 10 o'clock? The snooze alarm.
I've decided that applying to college is the biggest load of BS ever. It's Mid-February and my parents are STILL bothering me about college stuff. Now they want me to CALL all the colleges ... ask them what? I have no idea. And why? I can't answer that one either.
Why do college subject us to this torture? First they stress us out all through high school. Then we have to stress out over visiting them and sitting through boring info sessions and embarassing tours, followed closely with the DREADED application process (and if u have parents like mine...it lasts from August to (still currently going), and after we're "done" we have to WAIT...whoever invented this process, when i get a hold of them, is going DOWN.
Honestly, I'd rather be at school worrying about my physio test and webassign, etc., than here, hacking up my lungs.
why are boys immature? ::not all:: but quite a few that i know....i just don't get it...
it's so marmaduke...
haven't been on the blog in a while, but the general sense seems to be quite melancholy...i'm sorry :(
feel better everyone!
boys = teh suck.
matt broke up with me. "i need to be alone." "we were moving too fast." "i'm going to try and work things out with brooke."
just 'cause i saw the train wreck from a mile away didn't mean that i didn't want to get up close and investigate it.
and then it blew up at me.
i don't know what i'm feeling. mostly i'm just shakey and upset and on my bed crying.
not to burden the board with posts of angst and melodrama or anything like that.
::sigh:: college is such a soap opera.
btw, pirst fost. ::double sigh::
Tuesday, February 18, 2003
I wish springside didn't choose a marquee to announce really important stuff. It's annoying to have to sit there and wait for the marquee to sloowwwwwly scrroollllll byyyyy. And then if you miss what you wanted to see, you have to wait for it to go by again. I'm sure I could select it, copy, & paste, but....no.
All public and parochial schools are closed.
Hmm.
GFS is closed...
Things aren't looking good people.
[Edit]
I meant things aren't looking good for us.
YAY NATALIE!
As for Haloscan, they have been completely stable lately. I really mean continously up and running. They just won't let us comment. Hmm...how odd.
My birthday's coming soon! Hooray!
This young'un is gonna be 17 on Saturday!
Ha! No Haloscan for you guys to comment and mock me on how young I am. Wait... I'm older than a bunch of the people on this blog [not by much, but still...]
4 days! YAY!
so, you wonder what college students do when they're skipping class?
"wow. i *hope* god.com is a porn site!" ~bridg
"explain this kissing website to me. i'm really pretty sure that you need lips to kiss. this isn't rocket science. in fact, anyone who doesn't know that shouldn't be ALLOWED to kiss. anyone. ever." ~me
"scientology is the fastest growing religion? i don't know if i believe that. i'm still pretty sure that the hindus are breeding faster then the scientologists are converting." ~Bridg
"don't put that in there. our freezer doesn't freeze things. in fact, it's a lot more like a microwave." ~me
skipping class to cuddle and/or hang out with your best friend is SO much more productive then going to class. I really just need to get a BS in slack.
god dammit comments, work! work, damn you!
Three Irish guys walk into a pub discussing marketing ploys...
Hello! I'm home! I pity you all for being stranded in your homes. There is quite a lot of posting to catch up on. Our weekend getaway (which turned out to be quite a long weekend) was a great time. Thanks again, Rach! I had a blast!
But I missed you all!
My day is probably less eventful than yesterday. Today, I don't even have a block project to work on. Wow, that sounded pitiful. No, I don't enjoy working on it. But it was something to do, so the day had a purpose.
I'm freezing. Our heaters broken. I woke up and found my mom in the basement, on the phone with my dad trying to find the alleged "restart" button on the heater. She asked me, and I found it in two seconds flat. ::applause:: It's red, c'mon. However, it didn't work. So we do upstairs and about a half an hour later my sister wakes up, comes downstairs, asks if the heater is working. We say no, and she says, did you press the restart button? Suprised, mom and I stand there with our mouths open and say, how did you know about the restart button? Claire says very matter of factly, every heater has on, it's the big red button on the left. Right, so when did she learn so much about heaters?
I was still awake at 330 am...I was just trapped in the kitchen by my sister playing cards. Monty calls for a midnight conversation, during which the portable goes dead so I have to travel into my parents room. They decide to go to sleep and I'm kicked out for the kitchen phone. Then my sister comes in, turns on music in the playroom and begs me to cook her spaghetti. I do, hoping she'll leave me alone. But no. She's banging on the doors, rolling on the floor, laughing like a maniac, and attacking me, all while I'm on the phone, and attached to the wall by the cord. Wonderful. And after I get off, she makes me stay in the kitchen, play gin rummy and eat olives (ick).
On a funny note, though, when I was in Newport, my mom and I were in CVS and the Enrrrrrique song "Hero" came on, and I stuck my face in hers and started serenading her. She tried to escape, but I linked arms with her, and she was like "get away from me!!" It was classic.
So, let's see. I woke up at 8 this morning and couldn't fall back asleep. I look (and feel) like a ghoul. I want a shower and my mom won't let me. And I'm trying to figure out the best way to knock myself unconscious without obtaining a huge lump on my head. I'm still feverish.
I'm getting pissed. I've only even ventured DOWNSTAIRS about four times in the past two days. I beat you all. I'm really fucking sick of this fucking flu, and feeling like crap. And our street hasn't been plowed, nor has anyone tried to drive up or down it, so there are two feet of untouched snow on my street. I'm never getting out of here. I just want to go to the doctor and be fixed.
[edit]AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am so freaking PISSED OFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ladies and gentlemen, I'm thoroughly disappointed that I can still claim Pirst Fost at 3:30 AM.
Kindly fix this issue.
Bed time! And no, not in the good way, sadly.
Monday, February 17, 2003
madeline, no, no going out for me. lots of sitting at home, downloading music (glen phillips!), shoveling, and actually doing work *grin*. more work to be done tomorrow.. but also lots of relaxing! and it really does look like a winter wonderland outside...
nar nar because of snow.. and because, I cant leave my house... even though sam lives... what three blocks away???? i mean i love the snow and all but theres soooooooooooooooooooooooo much of it... awesome... tubalar.. excellent... im sooo ready to get out of house and seeeeee people....grrrrrrrr..... well i guess theres always tomorrow
I take it back. Life is not beautiful. Nor is snow. Snow keeps me cooped up in the house because my parents are afraid to drive in it. And tomorrow will I be doing something? Unlikely. Not just going stir crazy anymore, now just depressed. I don't even care about the fact that now this is only a 3 day week, I just want out! I'm tired of only seeing family members!
Has everyone but me gotten out in the past 2 days?
Springside School will be closed on Tuesday 2/18...
Scrolling on the top of the website. Oh life is beautiful isn't it?
I liked the word wrecked. It's a funny looking word. However, I don't like it when it applies to my block project. Which is WRECKED. I am going to fail. It's horrible. I have no information and no more is coming. What should I do?! What can I do?!
It's snowing again. ::sigh::
Argh. Block project is daunting. And it's not doing itself.
Debra: I only look for quizsites when I'm extremely, extremely bored. I actually haven't even been taking quizzes period very often. Yesterday was a special exception.
Tillman: Can you even drive in the snow? Are the roads plowed? I'm not even sure if my street is; I can't tell.
I can see the comments on my Mac ::Ducks::
My dog tried to get out and relieve herself this morning only to find that she wasn't tall enough to walk farther than a step past our back door, which had to be pushed open only a fraction of the way because it was blocked by snow.
Haloscan will come around. It's bound too sooner or later.
About my sledding "expotition", the god damned snow is too deep. It's not fair! I will come pick everyone up to hang at my Dad's though.
Ahh well. Feverish, but not as much as last night. I'm sure it'll go up as the day progresses. Fortunately, I'm not dizzy anymore, but as a trade off my throat really hurts now, so I'm whispering instead of talking.
Debra: We shouldn't get a new commenting system for two reasons. 1) Haloscan really is the best aside from something you pay for or others that won't take new signups, and 2) we'd lose all the comments that have been made since the start of chortles.
conclusion from yesterday: if one finds weird al's "amish paradise" a cappella, one needs to Stop Downloading Music. ... so yeah, i'm snowed in as well.. nothing to do but organize and bo-mobilize. (*grin* dumb school pun) i actually said i would walk to my friend's house today but she convinced me not to.. damn women and their common sense.
Haloscan obviously sucks.
And we need to go sledding tomorrow. All of us. I'll come pick everyone up, because my Dad is so much fun when we drive together. And it's snow. Which he loves driving in. He's good at it too. So, we are going sledding, that's the end of that.
Today was spent eating, sleeping, watching the snow, watching dog in snow, watching brother in snow, watching snow magically reappear as soon as my brother stopped plowing all of it with our snow-blower, getting pissed off at sister for being annoying and making odd noises at all times of the day, and other such random events as pirating games and being online.
Goldfish are a great thing.
And no Sue, none of us are out (-;
Did I mention Pirst Fost?
Sunday, February 16, 2003
Going stir crazy. Still haven't done any block project stuff. Found new quizsites instead (god help me) and downloaded music all day. Fun fun fun. Is it still snowing, I can't tell from my window? Why can't it stop so tomorrow I can get out!
Ahhhh fabuloso. It's back up to 101.6.
Here's how it's been for the last half hour that I've been on the computer: Hot. Take off fleece. A couple minutes later: cold. Put fleece back on. A couple minutes later: hot, take off fleece. Rinse and repeat.
As I was laying in my bed, munching on Cinnamon Crunch CrispixTM, I was reading the box and I noticed a typo. It was supposed to be the word "it's" or "its" or something, but it said "it s." OH NO!! Anal grammar police strike again!
Hey guys, even though Haloscan isn't working, you can still comment on My Blog, which doesn't have Haloscan commenting.
Muwahaha... shameless promotion. But you know you want to troll something...
god i hateeeeeeeeeee when my little sister is on the phone all the time.. its like "OHHHH I haveeee to talk to every single one of my guy friends in a day and if i dont ill just die".. and somehow she always manages to know exactly when im about to get on the phone and gets on or someone callls her when i have the phone in my hand... no wonder i think no one ever calls me.. its because my PHONE IS ALWAYS BUSY and SHE'S ON IT...and my parents allllwayssssss side with and say she can stay on for "twenty more minutes" dear god...... phew sorrry about that.... just had to vent.....
Before I took my nap, my fever was 101.5. Then it was 101.8 after I woke up, and half an hour later, 101.4.
Haloscan is such a tease!
So you can click on Wanna chortle? and something'll pop up. Sure. But at the top is says Posting temporarily disabled. You can't see it too well on this site, but if you highlight it, you'll see it.
So Haloscan makes you believe you can comment before shooting you down and saying "Nope. Can't comment."
What a cruel, cruel thing to do.
And in fact [in response to Madeline's post below mine, since i can't comment], I've been less sick this week than i have since October. Perhaps my cold's finally gone? I don't know, that's quite wishful thinking.
Has everyone been sick in the past two week? Including people who troll on the blog but aren't actually a part of it?
Blessed comments are back. Merci haloscan.
Amazing how doing absolutely nothing can take up so much time. Sometimes my ability to amuse myself with nothing amazes me. Nothing except exercise. I did do that. I'm in a rut. I won't let myself do anything until I do my block project because it needs to get done. However, I won't let myself do my block project either. So I'm stuck doing nothing at all. Hmmm...
ok, so I haven't blogged in a while.. but being as how blogs are generally an outlet for stress and anxiety.. this non-blogging thing is actually good. *grin*. I do still troll though- insanely so. on a tangent, I need to walk to the library tomorrow and get some books (i haven't done this in a Long while). Filmmaking, camera stuff, music theory. hobbies are good.
No worries, I'm back. With something. Either the flu or a cold, but I feel like total shit. I'm dizzy, couging, many other things. I have many complaints, but I think I'll spare you all, and go take a nap.
On a positive note: My cousin's now in a regular room in the hospital and is doing better.
gotta love the snow:) yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!! i also would like to note like madeline that comments are relatively stupid. i dunno, sometimes i feel that they are just sorta pointless, but it is strange when you dont even have the option of doing it.. thats when it sucks. sooo i feel as though almost a lot of people are away this weekend, a ton of girls at least.. deb... rachel.. kat... heather.. its kinda strange.. i definitly am missing them right now, could use a girl chat. anyways...im bored. and im trying to practice madly for college auditions which begin next weekened and finishing up my VERY LAST COLLEGE ESSAY.. the feeling of finishing the very last one and mailing it is absolutely indescribable......... ughhhhhh senior year.... happy snooowwww !!!
Comments are still stupid. I like snow, but I hate being stuck at home with nowhere to go because we can't get on the roads, in fact Montgomery County will close the roads this afternoon to everything but emergency vehicles. Why couldn't this have happened yesterday and I could've gotten stuck at Katie's or Wyn's? So now I'm downloading music, and listening to Born to be Wild, which makes me want to get out on the roads even more. Right. They sing "...head out on the highway, looking for adventure..." and I'm like "sitting in my room...can't get anywhere". Yeah. Cabin fever. And it's not even noon.
Pirst Fost!
Augh, commetns aren't working again. augh augh augh. why does this always happen?
bridg dyed my hair tonite, because she's the bestest ever. it's now a wonderful shade of black/blue, which looks perfect on me and i loveitloveitloveit.
today was really uneventful, last night i got my period and got crabby drunk, so i came home and went to bed around 3. Consequently, i woke up around 2pm and had no motivation to get out of bed til around 5. and even then, it was only because my mom just got call waiting and forgot about me on the other line, and i had to go to a meeting at dinner. club politics are teh suck.
came back, walmarted, watched a bunch of movies, and now i'm going to fall asleep before matt comes back downstairs. go me.
Saturday, February 15, 2003
Ah stupid blog when comments don't show up. Yes, so Happy Day-After-Valentine's-Day because I didn't have a chance to post on the real day. So I'm deliriously tired, distgustingly full, and amazingly happy. It's all kinda a blur, but a very good blur just the same. A blur filled with movies, no sleep, and just happy things. Very good.
Funny story (although probably funnier if you had been there): So I'm SUPPOSED to go to Walnut today, and so my dad comes to pick me up at 8 am. And he does, and I get in the car to leave. Only we don't leave. We spend the next 10 minutes trying to get out of Wyn's driveway. And we still can't. So I go back, suprise everyone by the fact that I'm still there, and enlist all the boys and Katie (because she's just so muscular) to push the car. After about 5 tries, we get out, and we leave. Way to make an exit. Then after about 10 minutes on the road and we've only travelled 100 feet, my dad gives up, says we can't go to Walnut, and I can go back to Wyn's until we have to leave at 11. So I go back, suprise everyone again, and stay until 11, when everyone tries to leave and every single car that tries needs to be pushed out of the driveway. All in all it was an interesting experience. What happens on steep driveways when they get light powder.
I HATE petty conflicts....because they're just so dumb! Honestly, I can't believe how people can't see when they are being so silly!
And selfishness...how people just disregard others feelings because they are felt that are owed something....
**humph**
Whoa. Pirst Fost!
I'm really excited for going downtown tomorrow. It'll be a highquality picture day.
I'm talking to my friend right now who i haven't really seen since 8th grade. Good stuff.
Friday, February 14, 2003
Yay Deb! U MADE IT!!! Was everyone suprised???
Okay, so I have a funny story:
En la clase de espanol today we were discussing a scene in the play "Bodas de Sangre" (which means Weddings of Blood)...and in the scene they are talking about getting married...and then the dad of the pride talks about:
"la honra de las sabanas limpie" (which means the honor of clean sheets) and one girl in the class asks "what does that mean?" so Deb turns to her and goes..."it means she hasn't had SEX!"
So I turn to Deb and say: "Tengo la honra de las sabanas limpie puesto al sol..." and Deb just starts cracking up...
Okay, so I'm thinking about this and it's not as funny out of class...oh well, *Njoy anyway!
p.s. Happy Valentine's (aka CELEBRATION OF CHOCOLATE) day!
If you eat chocolate, straight milk chocolate, that is, chocolate milk tastes like regular milk.
Weird.
i keep forgetting that people don't like vague and usually don't get it anyway. so i'll be direct and blunt:
i have a boyfriend. cancer, matt, whatever you choose to call him, and i have been together since last friday night (saturday morning?).
i'm disgustingly happy.
tonite we made out in the meat isle of the supermarket. i love that i can just be goofy around him.
backstory: we've been friends since freshman week. he'd been dating a girl here since then, but none of us really understood why. they broke up. we happened. it's weird and sudden, but good.
more details... well, that's what comments and questions are for, i guess.
i'm going to go curl up in bed with Neverwhere and laugh at myself for tonites pathetic disply of PDA.
HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!
And pirst fost, since Jeffery didn't claim it. BAM.
Have a great day everyone.
Thursday, February 13, 2003
Here's a thought:
When is one "in shape" and how do you know? I was just thinking...because no matter how much you work out or run or go to sports practices or whatever, you're always tired in the end. Some days more tired, some days less....but just how do you know when you're in shape? Boggles my mind...
I'm sure there is a very simple answer I just don't know, but I was just sitting here thinking...(which is always dangerous for me) haha
At Heather's. She sleeps. Sleep sleep sleep. Poor, sick thing that she is. I watched Trading Spaces and the first half of While You Were Out, and raided the fridge. Looking forward to the dinshig ce soir. And I'm not stressed about the block project anymore. We HAVE books. Whether or not they contain what we're looking for, we shall see. Printing, banks, and parking. Hmmm...
hooray for chortles and snorts and 4-day weekends!!
RACHEL: call me asap - if not at home, call cell: 267-971-8126. thanks sugar.
and now i leave you all with a poem:
Happiness: Stephen Dunn
A state you must dare not enter
with hopes of staying,
quicksand in the marshes, and all
The roads leading to a castle
that doesn't exist.
But there it is, as promised,
With its perfect bridge above
the crocodiles,
and its doors forever open.
(Debra, p. 92. He he he!)
Ryan, playing minesweeper: "Oh my God, I'm a goddess!! I mean...God!"
Grumble grumble goes my stomach.
Wow. I just realized I've lost touch with some of the most important people in my life because they now have a girl or boy friend. I really miss you. All of you.
Thesis: I am an idiot.
Antithesis: I am just confused.
Synthesis: I am just a confused idiot.
Is that right, dialectically? I didn't think so.
"Everything turns out okay in the end, and if it's not okay, then it's not the end."
I like that quote. My theory's a little different, though. It's more like a truth, actually, and it's this: Things will turn out. They may turn out good or bad or in between, but they'll turn out one way or another.
It's like those math theorems that are so blatantly obvious, but the people who point out the elephant on the tangent curve get a theorem named after them.
I'd like pirst fost, please. Stupid work. Stupid me for not doing my stupid work in the stupid time it was stupidly due. Enough stupidity for you?
I have learned that I am horrible at describing places. In fact, I'm horrible at doing my homework.
Wednesday, February 12, 2003
debra and ia re going to continue our conversation about tom and dark city here, instead of back trolling. i'm a lazy slug.
kris got new pretty working perfect wonderful ddr pads in the mail today, and mom sent me hopes cookies. i am going to go bounce and play ddr and eat cookies. yes. yes i am.
Yeah. So my dad's taking a shower in my bathroom. My entire family is taking a shower in my bathroom. They have been for about the past week or so. Maybe two, come to think of it.
So the faculty play goes along well. None of us know the songs, nor do the faculty (and yes, we do yell at them for not having done their homework) know their lines. Oh but it's all in good fun!
As for being normal, Madeleine, it's boring. Straight out dull which you are not, none of us are. You wouldn't be in this blog if you were dull and uninteresting.
Just watched The Producers. It's the greatest movie of all time. Or at least one of them.
Ah, good movie. I love My Big Fat Greek Wedding.
Ready for history? Nope. I'll never be. All I can do is hope.
Stress. Stress. Stress. RELAX. Thank god for 4 day weekends, even if I have to stay after tomorrow and work on my block project. =/ Don't just love it when obligations sneak up on you?
We get to see Carmina Burana tomorrow! And I'm oddly excited. However, earlier in the day, I will have to sing it during Concert Choir. And I still can't sing. I'm so worried that I'll just never recover and I just won't be able to sing anymore.
I told my mom this and she said, "Madeleine, that's like thinking you'll wake up and suddenly be a different person." And I said, "But Mom, I'm afraid of that everyday."
"Well, it was SUPPOSED to be comforting. It would be to normal people."
I feel like shit! Woohoo!
Must get better by....tomorrow!
Well, that doesn't leave much time, does it?
Better get to work...
By the way:
Dinshig Tres tomorrow! I know most of y'all have Players, so it'll start sometime between 7 and 8, and you should all come!
They told us today in homeroom that we need our Last Will and Testament by Tuesday. Love the amount of notice we get. So, please help me come up with something.
Also: I finally washed the honey mustard out of my coat pocket! Yayyy!! It was really gross.
[edit] Thank you, Jeff, for developing my negatives! What a foolish roll, though. I plan to take some really good pictures in Newport, though.
[edit] They don't know what's going on with my cousin, still. She has secondary pneumonia, they might do a spinal tap, she might have meningitis (viral, I think, if any), I guess they ruled out Hepatitis? I'm not sure. She has a headache and a neckache, and I don't know if she has a fever now or what, but it was down to normal when we left the hospital last night. I think my grandmother told me they also might operate for apendicitis.
[edit] Why is it that every time I set out to write a short post, they're always long??
Yeah, I should be asleep too. But alas, I am not. I talked to Jess! Yay!
Moosepants on tonight. It's a bit chilly.
Sweet dreams everyone! Sleep tight!
Tuesday, February 11, 2003
My cousin's not doing so well. It's really a long story, and they don't know what she has, but when she got to the hospital last night she had an 105.6 degree fever. Could you guys maybe pray for her...or something? Maybe it's corny to ask that...but I dunno...
Okay...it's Tuesday and you all know what that means...
AMERICAN IDOL!!
Ha ha, it's an event in my house. My brother, mom, and I all watch and comment on everyone. It's intense! There is no talking and no interruptions....
Anyway, so this week was much better than last if you ask me...and it's all about Clay!! My mom was so cute...she comes running over after the show going: "Did you vote? Did you vote for Clay?? He's so cute!!"
Ha ha, cracked me up...
So we'll see tomorrow...have a good night all!
My mom: (from another room, while the printer is making noise) "Deb, are you home?"
Me: "WHAT??"
My mom: "Are you home?"
Me: "No."
Also:
My mom: (guilt trip guilt trip guilt trip) "So, are you gonna come visit Jenny [my cousin's in the hospital]?"
Bleh.
Today was sort of bleh-ish.
I wish I had something exciting/interesting to post.
But I don't, because it's been a bleh day.
Don't all porn movies have some plot? Andrew says so, they just have really stupid ones. But what consitutes plot, and what is just a circumstance?
English class today consisted of a long talk about what it feels like to be checked out. Most of our class argued that it was creepy when people "watched you like that". Heather argued that it was flattering when old, construction workers checked HER out. She followed that by, "I know I sit and watch people, is that weird?" Me: "Yes, Heather, you're just that weird." Heather: "You can't talk, you do it too!". Followed by more nonsensical conversation and random outburts from Wyn, including a discussion on other "hard" things. And you know Ms. Hill was trying for that direction.
Pirst Fost!! I just figured i'd do it because no one else had...
Oh, Bon Jovi rocked!! And he is not too bad on the eyes for an older guy! (not that he is old...he's just older than me...) Then I came home and tried to eat food and it made me feel sick again...oh well, off to bed.
Have a great day!
Monday, February 10, 2003
Ahh hey, I have some stories like that from this weekend, except they go more like this...
My mom: [YELL YELL YELL SCREAM SCREAM] "You didn't do anything that I didn't ask you to do but somehow magically expected you to do anyway!" (though she didn't actually say this)
Me: "I'm sorry."
My mom: "No you're not!"
I've lost it. What "it" is, I don't know. My random burst of motivation, my desire to troll chortles, my mind, my sanity, my desire to spend this weekend alone with my family (oh wait...I never had that to begin with...). All of it's gone.
I apologize now for the future complaining I will do this month. Forecasters say there will be more this month than usual. Record highs and lows...
Ahh, enough incoherent babbling. Off to prelab and place-describe.
Oh joy, oh rapture, oh...I can't spell the last one, by Gad.
Off nights are good.
A break is always nice.
Maybe I'll go to bed early tonight...
And tomorrow morning is a conflict.
I've heard that I can be late to the AMC, and I've heard I can't be....
What's the right answer??
I'm no good at "catching up" with people I never see. When I talk to someone, I talk to them like I've talked to them forever. Unless the WANT to "play catch up". Then we just kinda...they just ask me questions and I ask them the same ones...and then try to pretend like I know what they're talking about while they're probably doing the same thing.
I've decided that Chinese food is one of those things that sounds really good before you get it, and tastes really good the first few bites. Then it stops tasting good, but you can't stop eating it. And eventually, it even starts to taste bad. Then, afterwards, you know you ate Chinese food, and it won't let you forget it for a long, long time.
I love drawing and painting II. I wish I had someone to draw at my house.
who wants to trade? i'm offering up a few weeks of yechhy cold for a measly 6 inches of snowballable snow. anyone? anyone?
watched the crow for the first time in a year last night. i'd forgotten how pretty it is.
right now i'm tired and cold and cranky, and matt is across campus smashing it up. (we play smash brothers here, all day, every day.) so maybe i'll go to dinner.
i'm glad the concert went well. not that i thought any of you would have any problem r0x0ring shipley, or anyone else who was there.
send snow. pleasey, pleasey, send snow. it's so grey here.
ahhh...sick sick sick!! Edgemont is contaminated!! Well, I don't have the flu like Deb...but apparently food did not agree with me last night. (i'll spare the gory details) It seems everyone is sick...I hope everyone who is sick feels better soon! (And I hope to feel better in like 3 hours so I can go see Bon Jovi!!!!)
And the snow needs to stop so we can drive to NJ!
Feel good everyone...
Well, the snow is supposed to come, but not until 9 AM. And once it does start, it will only snow till 3 PM.
Very depressing to those who will be affected (or rather, unaffected) by it.
I'm still hoping though...
My clock is different than the blog's...
Ah, there's my Pirst fost.
Foolish out-of-sync things.
Like a bad boybad name...
Sunday, February 09, 2003
Do I really care about gastrulation?
No.
Bio is foolish.
I want a snowday.
WAAHH.
Pirst Fost!
I think....
CONGRATS ON YUR CONCERT!! It sounds like the fest was amazing and I wish I could hear you all!!
mmm...road trips...i'm not gonna lie to you, taking them by yurself is not as much fun. I drove to CT to visit my friend at college this weekend and it was not as much fun as driving tp philly! Tho, i must say, singing Rent for 2 hours does pass the time (p.s. does anyone know if it's illegal to drive and talk on yur cell phone in CT? or in PA for that matter?)
But anyway...college is fun! I wanna go!!! (Damn early decision people...) Saturday night was an 80s DANCE! My favorite decade! There were leg warmers, torn sweatshirts, and ugly clothes galore! (good times...) Footloose ::sigh:: was listened to all night!!
Oh, and I was esooper psyched! I did some a cappella singing today myself...I sang the national anthem at a Harlem Wizards basketball game today (yay) it was a charity event for our community and so that was cool!
So good times were had by all this weekend and SENDING GET WELL WISHES TO DEB!!! MWA!
Greatest car ride home ever. Just the greatest.
"I can't see anything! Everything is so much brighter. Ever since I woke up." - Jeff saying as he walks to what he thinks is Tom's car, but what is actually what turns out to be the same color, but wrong car.
"It looks orange." - Jeff, referring to the color of Tom's maroon colored car.
"Whip them out!" - Tom, talking to Jeff and I.
"What if they changed it to Bob's Women?" - Jeff
"Well, then you'd have to order take out." - Nick? Tom? Me?
Me: "Hey look! That guy has DHC on his license plate! That's almost DHCP!"
Nick: "DHCP...DHCP...hmm...what does that stand for again?"
Jeff: "What the hell is a DHCP?"
Me: "It's a type of server."
Jeff: "OOOoooo, blah blah blah blah blah blah." <- I wasn't paying attention anymore, I was being a geek with Nick and Tom by this point.
Nick, Tom, and Me "We got it! It only took three geeks too!"
"I thought that said 'Bum Center'"! - Tom
"Hey, we should all go out and pretend to talk on our cell phones right in front of that sign. " - Me, referring to the sign that said "No cell phones beyond this point."
And then you had your random fish, love, and other weird jokes.
Almost all the way back to normal! Yay!
So this weekend wasn't a total loss. Monty still could come over today, thank god. And this week is only 4 days.
Snow?
i must say, michael jackson is a nut. but that song "thriller" ROCKS. you know its thriller.. thriller night!
congrats to all involved in gfs night success!
Well, everyone's already said this, but I've gotta get it in as well.
Last night was awesome you guys! MWAH!
As was the "after party". =)
And I had Ferguson sightings today. =D I'm a happy girl. Hehe.
I'm a happy girl anyway.
I'm so happy it went well. So pissed I couldn't go. And so jealous you met Off the Beat. But I'm making great strides towards betterness (even if my mom doesn't believe me and decides to test it on if I will do housework).
Through the eyes of an onlooker, you guys were just incredible.
Congrats to each and every one of you wonderful singers. I'm really glad i had the chance to come and see you all perform.
After having the pleasure to sing with you all tonight, may I just say that it might very well be the best experience of my life, to stand with my favorite people, and hear how much the audience loved us.
I loved it. I remember sitting with Deb, Heather, Jeff, and a whole slew of other friends last year, just envying the unbelievably talented Hilltones and Lauralei. We wanted to be you. And now we are. I love you all, every one of you. Thank you Hilltones, thank you Lauralei, thank you Chamber Singers, for making this as good as it was.
We gave them hell, and they had no clue it was coming.
yeahhh sooo tonight was SO AWESOME.... we sounded great, got to hear the amaaazzzzinnng georgian/russian group and got to see, hear and talk to off the beat... ahhhhh sweet salvation.... i just want to personally say that im sooo proud of you alll, we were really good tonight... and we've worked sooo hard for it.. ive been waiting for three years for us gals to sound so good at a capella fest....hmmmm im sooo happy
love you all, sleep well
True story:
One of the Off The Beat girls said I'm her idol b/c of my percussion!! That was most definitely the high point of the night.
Tom: "They're just people, you know."
Me: "Yeah, but they're better people than me."
The other high point was when I did the breakdown for Mmm Bop, and people were really surprised.
Saturday, February 08, 2003
You are a Parisian.
What's your Inner European?
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Ah! Wonderful!
Grover on Ecstasy You're funny, you're loveable, you're entertaining, you like to call yourself "Super Grover!"--You're obviously on ecstasy. But that's why we love you. Be careful, ok?
Don't feel that way right now. =/. Maybe that's what I need...
Yeah. So I haven't blogged in a while. Not like I was out or anything...nope...just sitting on my couch, in a blanket, watching TV with a sore throat that forced me to grip the side of the couch when I was going to swallow, a stuffy nose, achy body, and fever of 101.7. But I couldn't go online. Why? Because I was going to "contaminate the den". Until now, I was quaranteed in the downstairs den. Now my rents are out and I'm taking over again. My room, that is, (oo I'm so bad), because my dad just informed me before he left that online now works on my computer. YAY!
So now I'm in my room, eating pudding, while you're all at GFS night. And I am SO bitter. I hate missing out on my life. Sure, I didn't miss any school. But I did miss a good snow day, Walnut, Driver's Ed (and now I have to make it up), and GFS night. SO bitter. Sometimes I wish I could just hit pause until I was ready for it to move forward again. Pity.
However, to look at the brighter side of things, I did watch almost a complete season of the Osbornes in the past 2 days, so I'm an expert. And I'm feeling just so much better right now, and I'm not even on any drugs. Fever is almost all gone, sore throat is a lot less, and just a bit stuffy. AND I finished all my homework for the weekend (because I'm just so cool), so mayhaps tomorrow I can see Monty.
I wish you all the best of luck tonight! Bon chance! Knock 'em dead! (to be read in a British accent)
Conclusion: after doing something exciting and new, you feel.. better. Hotter, more vibrant, more energized.. uninhibited. Basically, it's like you're drunk (or so I've heard), except without the actual consumption of alcohol (yay). *thumbs up*
Guys, I'm really nervii. I'm afraid I'll fall flat on my face or mess up really noticeably or something bad. ORRRRR get something on my tan skirt.
I definitely have the jitters.
The fest.. is not going to be honored with my presence, due to complete lack-of-ticketness. Damn!
Kick a capella ass, everyone! Yeah!
it's saturday, and i have nothing to do. not neccessarily a bad thing.
i like cancer, cancer likes me. this is good.
As per Tom's suggestion, I've been drinking lots and lots of water this morning, so I can be hydrated for a capella fest (& the percussion). My bladder is going nuts, and I've seriously had to go to the bathroom at least ten times w/in the last hour or two.
why do i feel like i am in the middle of a re-enactment of Romeo and Juliet!? Question: Aren't friends supposed to be supportive of relationships and not try and keep you a part from one another!? I AM SO ANGRY! Grrrrr....Absolutely ridiculous....
There are so many things running through my head at this point...the past few days have been very stressful and Deb is not here to go to SLAVE with! (Tom...u've stolen her :oP***) Between attacks from "ex-boyfriend" to "i feel like my friend at college is using me for something" and now this!? My friend introduced me to one of his friends and now that we want to see each other he LITERALLY doesn't want to/won't let us! They say everything comes in threes...don't they understand that people can only handle one thing at a time? And who are THEY ?
Venting...
Snuffy's Suicide Attempts Poor baby, life is rough for you, huh? No one seems to see you, no one notices your pain--except for your friend Big Bird, but he's alway off hanging out with his other friends. You wish you were him, all happy and curious and popular and bright yellow. You feel like his shadow anymore, like the only reason you exist is to amuse him. It's hard being somebody's imaginary friend. But stop trying to kill yourself--imaginary people can't kill themselves. Sorry. And hey, maybe tomorrow you'll feel better! Someday people will see you, I promise.
omg....
Ha ha, i took that muppet quiz thing:
***"Which Sesame Street Muppet's Dark Secret Are You?" - Results:
The Count's Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder It started with a simple affection for counting and the terror it induced in others, didn't it? But now it's turned into a full-blown life-consuming chaotic nightmare of order, repetition, zealousness, and perfectionism. You used to be so grand, but now you find yourself obsessively worrying over the littlest things--like, maybe if you don't check the light switch at least once every two minutes, the electricity will go out (and damnit, you're a vampire--that shouldn't be a problem!), or maybe if you don't wash your hands until your seams are coming out, you'll get some fatal disease. Get yourself some treatment. ****
ummm.....yeah...SO ME! that is freaky!
Random question: Do friends know when they are taking advantage of you? Like, when they want something, do they consider you or your feelings? I know I do (at least I think so...) How much is too much and how far is too far?
Something to think about...
yeahh .. sooo i had one of the strangest nights ive ever gone through tonight... has anyone ever gone through one of those nights.. or days for that rather.. but mainly within like a 4 hour period of time in which..... at first everything seems to be going amazingly.... then something changes.. the smallest detail even.. . and things come toppling down, eveything that was once great isnt... and no amount of talking or thinking can change the situation... and then...half an hour later... life is how it should be again??? up and down up and down.. happy sadd...angry.. mad.....and then... i mean... everythings ok... how is it that people dont go insane???? god.. i dont know...and even now looking back on the night... it wasnt even sooo bad as much as it was exhausting....blehh
goodnight everyone.. and get excited for tomorrow!!!!!!!! we're gonna be sooo good:)
Friday, February 07, 2003
Steve, I'm copying you. But I'm using bullets, because I love them.
Today's conclusions:
- Talking about the future is not so fun.
- Although it's hard to do, living life one day at a time can be a good idea.
- Driving in the snow really is as scary as my mom said it is.
today's conclusions: cameras are pretty cool (both old-skool and digital), and panic room is one scary movie!
There's a picture, but i'll give your computers a break
You are...
Bert & Ernie's Gay Love Affair
Look, everyone knows you two are lovebirds. Why not do the brave thing and admit it to the world? The times are kinder nowadays. There may be the odd ultraconservative bigwig or overprotective mom, but so what? Piss on 'em. Come on out of the closet. It's ok.
I was esooper psyched that today was a snow day!! YAY! I slept late, but now I am just too lazy to go to the gym...oh wellz. So to make up for that I made chocolate chip pancakes (he he he...) Anywayz...I spoke to Deb as she was on her way on the train...and she says to say hi! (but u'll all prolly see her before you read this) then I realized: OH NO! I WON'T GET TO MEET SUE!!! So now I am sad :o( One day I will no longer be the invisible person...
I definitely have mp3s that I didn't even know I had.
Exhibit A: Eels - Mr. E's Beautiful Blues
"Goddamn right, it's a beautiful day."
It never finished downloading.
SNOW DAY!!!!!!!!
Well, I think 9 hours of sleep is pretty good. I couldn't fall back asleep after I re-woke up at 9:30. It's the nicest thing ever to wake up with my alarm, call the school, and hear "Good morning, today is Friday, February 7th, and school is closed." Especially b/c I was so stressed about the day that would've been, had there been school.
those were lame pirst fosts. i claim pseudo pirst fost again.
there isn't much to say. i like slc punk lots, matt says that i can play with his hair. this is exciting.
classes are fine, i still need to figure out what to drop, etc etc etc. boys, per usual, confuse the fuck out of me.
i have a giant scab on my knee and i have no idea where it came from.
just found out that the nields are playing on campus on saturday. yay!
Haha, I'm thinking if you jump the gun on Pirst Fost you lose. I'm going to go sleep or play in the snow..choices...
Thursday, February 06, 2003
Pirst fost? I decided I'd let someone else get it, since I've just posted many times in a row, but I want it now. If I don't get it, this gets deleted.
Not pirst fost according to blogger. Oh, blogger. You're slow. Heather, you're right. This snow is like...crystals. It's pretty.
Blogger isn't telling me at what time I posted. Maybe I just entered a black vortex void of time. Ok, I need to go to bed.
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow...
It's really pretty snow, it sparkles. This is the type of winter I can deal with. Not the Philly slush.
Why won't the schools just admit that they're closing?
Goober.
And might I add:
PIRST FOST!!!
Maybe this only bothers me...but if I'm asked if I would like to chortle, why do I always end up with a snort? I mean, the asking if I would like to chortle could be an arbitrary question having nothing to do with posting a snort. Something like "Would you like a million dollars?" as I am handed a spork. Arguably a sport is worth a million bucks..but that�s one hell of a spork.
Today, at the beginning of english class, before everyone was there, I was sitting at my desk and Alex White, with a stapler in hand, came and stood in front of where I was sitting and proceeded to ask me what, out of the various things that were on my desk, he could staple. First he asked if he could staple my english folder. "I mean, come on," he tried to reason, "what are you gonna do? Sell it back to the place you bought it?"
"Yes," I said, hoping he'd leave me alone.
"Ok." He tried again, this time asking if he could staple my assignment book.
"No," I told him. His eyes got wide(er than usual), and he asked if he could staple my bag. When I said no, he said "So you're not one of those punk people who like to staple things and draw on their shoes?"
"No."
Then, under his breath, he muttered "what the fuck is your problem?"
Gee, I was thinking of asking him the same question, but decided against it because he had something that could, in the hands of someone as strange as he, be used as a weapon. Finally he left me alone, and found his next target (Lydia).
He continued to play with the stapler for about 10 minutes into the class, until Mrs. Hill, somewhat frightened, asked him to put it down.
[edit] I think he actually mentioned something about stapling me, too. Yeah. He needs to stay away from me, I'm honestly frightened by him.
The knee sock look that some people try to pull off at our school: disgustingly heinous or (I can barely bring myself to even type this...) cute?
If you don't go to our school, picture incredibly short skirts with high platform shoes and socks, patterned or knitted or plain, that go to just below the knee. Sometimes, if it's a particularly gross outfit, the skirt will be plaid.
Instead of refreshing the blog like I'm sure most people do often using the handy refresh button on their browser, hows about clicking the bottom left link to refresh...it does wonders. It refreshes the blog and puts another number on at blogwise. please?
Could we please vote on the correct spelling of Laureli? I spell it the way I just did, Tom spelled it Laurelei, and Rachel spelled it Laurelai. Personally, I think I'm right.
You see, I was going to plan to stay home tomorrow anyway, cause I'm not feeling so chipper or great. But then I thought maybe they'd tell me that I couldn't sing in a capella fest if I didn't go to school. So I'm planning on going. And I'm checking out the window every once in a while in the mad hopes that we have a snow day. Come on, Mr. Snow Maker Man, I need it more than ever tomorrow.
how do you post pictures?
99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beeeeerrr....
pleeeeeease let there be a snow day, for the love of god.
[edit] i realized that my original post made no sense, so i edited it.
another conclusion was made today about singing. it almost always sounds better when it counts than it does during all of the practice.
I need a snowday like it's nobody's business...
But I wrote a song! Woo hoo!!
And I found a "funky skirt".
But I don't know if I a black shirt that is not revealing that goes with it...
And I definately am not happy with my shoe options...
Who wants to let me go shopping in their closet??
ok...so its like 6:30 and me and tillman are still at school... we;ve been working on getting my pictures edited and ready for being torn apart by wyn's dad on saturday..... so yeah.... ive been here from 2:00 till now.... im tired... we betternot have school tomorow.... "mad props" to till for bin the man and helpin me out
I meant to blog this...
During Scott's song last night, when he sang "just look over your shoulders, and I'll be there..." Mr. Woehr was standing right behind some of the guys. And, had they looked over their shoulders, they would've seen him. I'm sure they heard him singing in their ears.
hello fellow bloggers. kate is way bored. i am at school blogging. i have a hole in my pants. it's been there for thirty years. GODAMMIT. i am still missing my portfolio. 'tis no where to be found and i'm becoming more and more convinced that it could quite possibly be in new york. a;slkfj;aslkfj. shit. what is a starving artist to do!!
i found twelve bucks in my pants today during laurelei. what to do with it, what to do... now that i have cash i could do one or more of the following:
1. buy several cones of ice cream, each with three scoops of extremely fattening flavors (yess!!)
2. obtain several hundred packages of gum, every flavor, type, and style imaginable (except bubble yum. that's really hard and chewy but not in a pleasant-gum-chewing sort of way.)
3. hit up a thrift store for a pair of pants that don't have any holes in them
4. buy a couple of train tickets to distant lands to see friends from college we all know would make ss and cha much cooler if they were still here
5. buy an economy-sized bag of ping pong balls. oh the pranks one could pull...
6. save it. but that's boring and responsible
7. hmmm... that's enough
so yeah. twelve dollars to spend as frivolously as i want - oh the FREEDOM i feel rushing through my veins! oh hold me back, HOLD ME BACK!
Laureli rehersal was quite successful today. Only problem: I don't have a funky skirt! Can I just wear a plain, but colorful one? Did anyone see the light blue one I wore the other day? Could I wear my jeans one anyway? I have a cool tan one but...I can't wear it. This should be my worst problem in life.
comments are totally disappearing. i don't understand computers tho, so i'm not even going to pretend that i know why.
all i know is that i just popped sominex, and for the first time in a week, i may be asleep before 4am.
going to classes today was hell on earth, considering i was running on 2 hours of sleep. but bridg got me a pouch waffle from breakfast, so that made it better.
then classes and stuff and stuff and class and rolling around on the floor of the cafeteria with marley, buttin making, and general confusion/breakdowns caused by dumb, dumb boys. for the sake of everyone's sanity, i will refrain from posting the full story here.
mmmm. sleeping pills kicking in.
since rach didn't claim it, pseudo pirst fost?
I wrote a poem for my poetry class today...what do you all think??
Why Not
~Rachel Rovner 2/5/03
Be somebody Real
Splash. Create. Spin.
the last word
From the Dressing room
tracks INSANITY
On The Move Everyday
social HELP
Girls/Guys
Love
real life SUCCESSFUL teens
comments and criticisms?
Wednesday, February 05, 2003
Sorry, but as much as I love weekends...I decided to just try to savor every day, because if all I do is look forward to weekends, which go by so quickly that I'll spend the entire week starting on Monday looking forward to Saturday, I'll be wasting valuble time. And all those weekdays bring me closer to change, and I'm not in the mood for that now.
So I feel as though my relationship (or imagined relationship) with Dana is that of Luke Skywalker and Darth Vader in the Return of the Jedi. Maybe it's because I've been playing Jedi Knight 2 recently, which is very possible, but perhaps Dana needs to have someone like Luke, who believes that there is still good in her, that she hasn't been turned completely to the Dark Side of the Force.
Powerful, the Dark Side. Underestimate not, the power of the Force.
I want to save her...
Yeah, I'm doing my homework tomorrow during my free. I did chem flashcards while on the phone, and I guess I won't do math. Ahhh, my time of preductivity was nice, but seems to have come to an end. Everyone sounded really good tonight, I am sooo excited for a capella fest!! Guys, I'm gonna sound like a really big goober, but I'm really excited: GFS's amaaaazing beat boxer guy told me that he's never heard a girl do such a good job beat boxing before! :-D
There was a girl there who saw me wearing my Penn sweatshirt and asked me if I'm going there next year. I said yes, and she said she's going there too.
Call me a goober, but I'm in a really good mood now. And if you can't tell, goober is the new word. Werd. Refer back to Heather's post about PathMk ghberhood Store if you're confused. Not that it'll unconfuse you, though.
I took a nap when I got home. I didn't mean to get to rehersal so late...I wanted to be there by 5:45. Yeah...I didn't make it till 6:05. Sorry bout that.
Anyway, as I said before, I'm not doing homework. I'm pretty much screwed for the chem test, but since I did so well on the webassign, it'll hopefully cancel out. Or something.
[edit] Um...what's with the comments? There are posts that I know people commented on, yet it says there are no comments. ARGH!!
[edit] Oh, and Tillman...good job beat boxing tonight!!
I would comment on Czar's post about 3000 comments but the comments aren't working....
[edit]
I love the administrators. They are my favorite people ever. Yes. They are my gods.
So tonight was awesome. Nothing like an evening of good a cappella. =)
And we can't forget the PathMk Ghborhood Store!
And to end on a good note:
Goober.
lesson learned today: do not ever attempt to sing after consuming an italian hoagie... such a thing results in onion breath, and onion-y notes. onion-y as in bad.
Right...
Maybe? Maybe not. Sometimes I think my mom tries to tell me that I don't need to do so much with my life. She does, however, ALWAYS tell me that I need to read more often. I don't think you can command someone to read for this long at this time. It's a mood thing. Sometimes, I get really into a book and finish in 2 days. Sometimes it takes me 2 weeks. And that's because my mom's commanding me to read, and so I go up into my room, shut the door, put the book on my bed so it looks like I was reading, and exercise, draw, or write. Sneaky, eh? Right.
I'm very upset about the comments missing. I missed most of them!! *tear*
And for "What Weezer Song Are You?", I'm Island in the Sun. Not too shabby.
Guys...I'm quite embarrassed to say that I took the "who will you have sex with" quiz thing...and what the heck!? I ended up with the FREAK!?! You know, that old guy with the glasses and strange hair...OH GOD! Hmm...maybe this is why I can't get a boyfriend....?
gaze upon my insomnia and revel in it.
class in 4 hours. crawled into bed 2 hours ago. could i sleep? of course not. climate control does not exist in dorm rooms. the rooms are over heated and the windows are under insulated, couple that with the fact the wisconsin weather sucks the moisture out of your body during the winter....
i miss you, sleep.
march 27 - got guest listed for JLC in chicago
march 28 - guest listed for guster in milwaukee
march 29 - maktub @ the c-haus
i do lovex0r the free concerts. i love sleep more. i'll trade anyone 2 guestlist spots for some sleep. and an excuse to stop playing settlers of cattan, and making deals to build longest road.
Okay, so does anyone else watch American Idol? (I know this is HOURS later...but I had to tape it and just watched it) If so, did anyone else think it was just....ehhh? Like, I totally was not thoroughly impressed by any one person. Or two for that matter. I'm just curious as to what other people think. I hope it gets better from here!
Oh, and I just have to say the phrase: THAT GUY is just SO fun! (randomness...)
DAMN YOUS!
I wanted pirst fost! WAAAH!
For once I was actually up for it...
Talking to my grunge sister.
Pirst Fost&
Just decided to try a different type of punctuation this time. Man, I need to go to bed. I'm not looking forward to GFS night practice tonight. Anyone know how long it's gonna run?
Tuesday, February 04, 2003
Deb went to preschool at ______, where she became best friends with a girl named Ali, and got married to a boy named Matan. Deb and Matan got divorced, though, and Matan married Ali. Deb and Ali remained friends, however, even after Ali bit her and stole her husband.
Yeah. That's "my mom" telling the story.
Hey! I have an idea! Let's all have a name double on the blog! Two Debs, Two Rachels, Natalie and Natalia are pretty close.
I like this code...
| How now, brown cow? |
I really couldn't focus today. English was like chinese water torture, only worse.
My first blog! I'm no longer a blogger virgin! WHOO HOO....So yeah, Deb says I should write about anything, just to put myself out there.
Let's see...I had this really fun assignment for my creative writing class. My teacher gave us all little blocks of clay wrapped up in tissue paper with ribbons. I opened mine up and it happened to have yellow clay inside! (and yellow is my favorite color...coincidence?) Anyway, so we had to take the clay and make something out of it and then write about it. So I made a sun out of my clay and for a few reasons.
1.) the sun is supposedly yellow, at least that's how we draw it, ya know?
2.) it was raining and suns brighten the days
3.) the color yellow just makes people smile, as do sunny days, have you ever noticed that? Whenever it's sunnier, people are happier? Granted, there is season depression and whatnot...but whenever you see something bright or cheery, doesn't it make your day?
That's just how I feel, Yellow cheers people up...at least it does for me!!
So I hope everyone has a yellow day :o)
p.s. I am not green with envy anymore, thanks for including me!!
And, if you're real bored, online magnetic poetry is the way to go. Or not. It's up to you.
Umm, sure. Just going along with the trend...
Which OS are You?
Um...I've never heard of this, so I thought I'd post it.
Which OS are You?
we're number 8!!!! wohoo!!!
you know you all want to click on the fun text on the bottom left side of your screen....eventualy we will get to number one...
and holy shit! Yugoslavia is no more! there is now a Serbia and Montenegro.
latnemitnes woh. *raet*. stnerap ot emac ti nehw ykcul tog i. tselooc eht s'ehs. (...dlot m'i os ro) xes naht retteb. reve gniht tseb eht ylbissop si mom ym htiw gnittahc. sdrawkcab tsop ot tnaw i dna regnurg wollef ym.
sorry to unspecialify those of you who know my name
this is, in fact, not actualy a person rather npilla's imaginary friend, god.
I love it when teachers don't give me much homework and I actually accomplish something in study hall. I love it even more when teachers run out of class right before it starts for their sick daughter (not a happy thing), leaving Chrissy to teach...meaning we write down 2 definitions and do homework, finish in 15 minutes, and talk. Mrs. Tkac said TJ was going to check in. If he were to have checked in, he would have found: half the class still there, Sarah on the windowsill singing, maybe a few books out, but none opened or opened to the wrong page, and Heather and I talked about how there are specific ways to hold different things to smoke. You hold a cigar like this *demonstrates with thumb and forefinger, rest of fingers out*. You hold a cigarette like this *demostrates with forefinger and middle finger, rest in*. And you hold a joint like this *demonstrates with thumb, middle finger, and forefinger, rest of fingers wrapped in*. Yes, it's a technical process. But there's nothing you do with just you pinkie and ring finger or ring and middle fingers. Why?
Ok, guys. I figure since I'm really anal about it and yell at everyone for not targeting, I'd give a little lesson on html (including targeting, of course).
What's the difference? When you target something, it opens in a new window. Thus, people can go to the link while still remaining at chortles. You can make up whatever you want for the target, it doesn't really matter. If you really want to, when you post online test results you could find where it's got the link and add a target.
[edit] Nick....you can't hit enter w/ the xmp tag b/c it'll show the br tag.
Orlando Bloom: you like them dead sexy, with an
orgasmic accent and looks. *drool*
Which guy are you destined to have sex with?
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Yes! Oh Orly...Brilliant.
The Big Lebowski has started invading my life. Scary. I need to see it again...was a good movie.
There's apparently a really cute little boy in the hallway, and I'm being informed of it. I feel like I should go and see him. I want one.
I'm sick. My eyes itch, my nose is running, and I have a cough. I'm seriously restraining listing this is French. M. Zuniga is the cutest man ever. We did some "role playing" today. And Wyn is seductive even in French class.
No one can get pissed at me for mooching. I supply almost everyone with gum. And I never run out. Almost. When I do, it's a sad, sad day.
Block project begins to look big...
But good day. Good day.
Quote of the day (from Chambers):
Mr. Woehr: "I don't know why the room is spinning like this!"
Montana (in a very Montana way): "Oh! He's on drugs!"
Personally I find it strange that in this, my second semester of my senior year, I've done more work, and been more diligent than I have ever been in my entire high school career.
Steve just had an ingenious idea!
We should make Orly the background for the page.
Or perhaps it can snow Orlys...
Mmmm...cookies....
Laureli is a big sloppy mess.
We need to fix that.
Is anyone else excited that we're #15 on the most popular blogs list?
I am!!!
Hey Tom, Nick, or Alex:
Back on the service day we had to be at, Tom went to this awesome site that was almost a Britanica, but much better.
The name of it was something like "Information Squared.com" or something like that. I know it had a "Squared" in it...I'm almost positive. Do any of you know what I'm talking about?
Pirst Fost.
Good lord, if I'm shaking already about GFS night, and it's a week away, what kind of wreck will I be on Saturday?
I really should be asleep right now.
Think about this though - A bullet with butterfly wings. That might be my next digital art project. Create butterfly wings and a bullet. It has some potential...
Monday, February 03, 2003
Orlando Bloom: you like them dead sexy, with an
orgasmic accent and looks. *drool*
Which guy are you destined to have sex with?
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My english homework: write three paragraphs of your biography as written by one of your parents.
This is seriously tough. It's hard not to make it more about the parent than it is about me. Of course, I only have one sentence so far.
She was born in Chapel Hill, North Carolina.
So I'm trying to pick music for dance. But nothing's fitting. And the songs I want to do, I have no "message". Argh.
I've had a good night.
Maybe tomorrow will be good as well. =)
Smile!!!
Wow. Long time no post. What have I been doing? Nothing really...Saturday was Walnut, Driver's Ed, and malling and movieing (spelling?) with Heather. Sunday was the Home Show...and meeting of peoples from Trading Spaces!!! And getting autographs. And text messaging.
Don't you love it when someone IM's you and you know the only reason is because they have no one else to talk to and you're their last result?
I want to go to the Ben and Jerry's factory in Vermont. If I could invent and ice cream flavour...peanut butter M&M...or Caramel Caramel and chocolate chip cookie dough rolled into one... like half baked and Karamel Sutra. Or what about sugar babies ice cream or milk duds? Mmmmm...But I'd have to think of a good name for it.
Did you know that the pastry Churros is actually named after sheep? What is it with pastries being named after animals? Bear claws, elephant ears...
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