I suppose I have to describe my scale here. The way I do this is: anything above a 4 I would pay money to see again. 10 is the most astounding, life altering, history re-writing movie I've ever seen. Make sense? ok.
I am going to watch one right now, but if you want to watch something between now and monday (excluding friday with my hot date!...), let me know. I'm slacking off now.
Paper's out. Looks ok. Turn in to colleges.
I like coffee.
I don't like having to feel boys' thighs.
I have haiku to add. Eh, later.
Monday, December 4, 2000 10:42 p.m.
Warm and yummy. That feeling you get once the deadline is completed and you feel as if you've accomplished something, as if something is important again. Yum.
Emily fucking yelled at me for going home on friday. Oh, I'm sorry, but I would have KILLED people if I had stayed. I almost killed myself anyway. Grrrumble.
I already have plans for friday!! What is up with that?
Ugh. must read ten chapters jane eyre. Sleep comes to good people, right?
Sunday, December 3, 2000 02:40 a.m.
I don't know how else I want to do this but I guess I'll just say it here. I wanted to apologize for my actions this evening. (that being--me being a bitch to my friends for no apparent reason). I'm sorry, I felt like shit, I didn't feel like standing around and being fake to all of you. I really want to apologize to camdon too, especially since I don't know him. And I don't know if any of the people I am intending to apologize to read my page anyway.
My computer isn't working right now at all either.
night.
Saturday, December 2, 2000 02:05 p.m.
Michael did it!! He got me addicted to the internet again. Dammit, I'm supposed to be doing genetics homework, not here! I'm 47% bitch, I'm going to die in 2069... I'm 62 percent un-intelligent (that's above average). None of those tests are at the match site, but at good ol' spark central . I have homework to do! ok. ok, i'm done.
oo, I wonder how greedy I am....
Friday, December 1, 2000 01:01 p.m.
Thursday, November 30, 2000 06:04 p.m.
Why is it that Matchbox 20 has been making me feel better lately? I thought I could sum it up in one song, but I only can in five.
Damn rest stop back to good Kody mad season
Portishead is doing ok too.
UGHHHH. Today was a long day. I didn't get home until 30 min ago, doing work for school the whole time. And I have to go out again in 30 min, and then come home and study for my genetics test and maybe sleep at some point. Pfft, like i've been doing that at all.
I've been refusing to dress up for spirit week. Quite the contrary, I love dressing up for spirit week, when we are supporting the school. This week, we're dressing up to honor Mr. Richard Lee, aka the guy who gives the school "so much money." Let me rephrase. He's the guy that gives the sports teams so much money. But academic clubs or groups or... anyone else? Well, you might get money sometime, but...
I refuse to stand up and celebrate for some jock that gets off spending money on our school unfairly and puts too much emphasis on the importance of athletics in high school. In an educational arena, shouldn't, um, education take some precedence?
Oh wait. I'm in public high school. Ha ha. Yeah, I was just kidding.
hrmmm.
"At eightteen most people wish to please, and the conviction that they have not an exterior likely to second that desire brings anything but gratification." ~ Jane Eyre
Wednesday, November 29, 2000 04:34 p.m.
So, breaking down and sobbing always helps. Half and hour, on a table in the Journalism room, I sat, and I cried. I haven't cried like that in months. I haven't wanted to just crawl in a hole and die like this for, oh wait it's been a day.
I hate my life. i hate everything in it. There is so little me left by the end of the day that I just want to melt away into nothing but that's not what I get. I get government homework, a project due in literature, fucking genetics tests, a page that's due (and deleted!) and TEN photographs that are missing from the paper. Let's not forget about my JSA promotions shit that has to get done tonight, oh and, how about my college applications? Financial aid?
It's times like these I'm really glad I don't own a gun.
Fuck. I just want it all to go away.
Tuesday, November 28, 2000 10:40 p.m.
Scott attempted multiple times to make me feel better for waking me up at 5 AM this morning. And although it did help, it wasn't enough.
I had a really good afternoon with Michael today, even though he was dying. I brought him hot cocoa to make him feel better, and give him some company. We had a nice chat that lasted and lasted and lasted. All of a sudden it was 5:40 and I had to be, um, home. Oops.
i went to spots twice today. My punch card be now full.
Woohoo! JSA cabinet meeting on Whidbey Island! Yay!!!
I hate school. FYI. I didn't do any homework tonight really. Meghan & Kathleen Marvin Gaye. That's something I never would have expected.
Sunday, November 26, 2000 11:20 p.m.
I am tired. I am tired, tired, tired. I see why all of this is so hard for me. I feel so insignificant, and I do nothing about it. I do nothing that I believe in. That is changing. Now. Today.
Goodnight.
Sunday, November 26, 2000 02:22 a.m.
I'm such a sped.
I don't remember the password to my own weblog.
Lately I've been repeating history.
First, I went to Bavarian Ikea and spent time with... the fam. I haven't seen my gramma in so long, and spending time with her made me very happy. She tells me I'm pretty and have nicely shaped eyebrows. She tells me I have good taste in clothing. She tells me I spend too much money on my hair.
We spent most of the time around the fire in a cabin, me reading Jane Eyre and A Clockwork Orange. Interesting combination, I know.
Then, last night, (the night of the 24th, that is) I spent the evening with Mle, Michael, Liz and Moses. This being the first time in a long time that Mle and I had spent together, it was interesting. I missed mle's mommy tho. She told me she missed me too. Aw. Moses I had only met in "real life" once before too. And we hung out in the smelly jag! It was good times.
Hey Michael, Liz isn't dead. Just so you know.
Then, tonight (after booyah working forever) I was really upset because no one was around, until finally scott called and wanted me to be his chauffer. Which of course cheered me up on the spot (cough cough cough), but we drove around not thinking of things to do. We ended up in a Drive-Thru at McDonald's. Then, further into our Irish Whiskey-induced drunken stupor we picked up andreas and shopped for corn-cobbed pipes at Walgreen's.
At Denny's, I helpfully described one of my uncomfortable conversations with James to hear, "Anne!" coming from one of my mirror co-workers sitting at the booth next to us.
oops.
So tonight was a ballard core event. Which was weird. I wouldn't have expected it to happen, but it did. And I'm not all the sadder for it.
I am, however, all the more sleepy.
So, as of 2:31 Pacific Time, I am officially thinking of haiku lines and attempting to fall asleep.
Tuesday, November 21, 2000 10:41 p.m.
So. Oh shit, I still have to pack. every bone in my body does not want to leave this town. I want to stay, stay, stay. Please have fun tomorrow night, DCers.
When I come back from my trip on friday, will people from western hang out want to? Maybe go see charlie's angels or something? Please email me or call me. Make me feel loved, cos I miss all of you so much.
Today was school, and except for failing a genetics quiz, I did quite well. I've been failing exams lately, and I can't quite grasp why. I guess my study habits have changed. That, and we rarely have them. I don't give quizzes in Journalism. And I would be *giving* the quiz. I've begun to desregard quizzes and tests as valid reports of a student's comprehension. By now, we should be teaching each other.
Grumble. School sucks.
What else. Um. yeah. That's about it. Night.
Monday, November 20, 2000 11:28 p.m.
This is the day that I love JSA. It's the day after the convention, when my chapter tells me how great they thought it was and they can't wait to bring bovine testicles before the full senate on February 18. Everyone is inspired and the chapter is itching to expand. I am giddy today. And Rosie wasn't as upset as I thought she would be about the fiasco, so that made me really happy.
And Rosie gave Sean a ride home. Boy is he cute.
What else. I didn't do my genetics homework. I don't know what I'm going to do for the front page of the paper. Whoops. Something about the... school? I need the X files soundtrack back. And I really need Oops, a Clem Snide CD, and the Cruel Intentions soundtrack. In fact, I need the cruel intentions movie. Eh.
