AOL is the biggest ass I have ever met.
And that includes Dan Dan the Man's Man, and a select few of Sam's friends.
So, yes, do you care to know why today is bad? Yes, yes you do...so here goes:
~AIM is useless-it refuses to work. and AOL, yeah, doesn't really work much better- I have to load everything 100 times before it doesnt give me an "Action Cancelled" page. In fact, I've already written one of these posts today, but it didn't work, so now I'm re-writing it as an E-Mail, so I can just copy and paste it until it works.
~Lost Norbert- I'm hoping he's in Galmo's car. Poor little celly. But right, can't get a hold of Dan, and until I do, no one can get a hold of me. And since I'm so popular, that would just be a horrid sin, no?
~I'm supposed to scale down on the driving, at least until Tuesday when we go to Cedar Point. I think I'll be allowed to go out with Shannon tomorrow, as it has kind of been planned, but besides that, just no.
~report cards back yesterday. I am a failure at life.
~Keyboarding. Man, I try so hard, but I suck at it, and its so goddamn frustrating. Still a failure
~Just learned that Shannon is taking SAT classes, and am feeling like an even BIGGER failure at life.

On the other hand, there are some points of interest that keep me hanging in there:
~Corey apparently wasn't herded off in the other direction from me at the mall. hmmmmm. mes amis celui qui savent la vérité de de ceci - il parle avec moi. ;-)
I love other languages. I wish I could speak more french than just the swear words. Its so sexy! (the french, not the swear words) but more people speak spanish, so if you get stuck down south somewhere, you're more likely to get a reaction when you call someone un pedazo de mierda. Favourite phrase of mine, mind you. Oh, and spelling things the British way rocks, too.
~Went shopping for Steg's family today. We bought all their groceries for her and her dad for the week- well, I picked them all out, she paid. I totally made her buy all this pasta and fruit and veggies. Unfortunately, there were no more starbucks double shots left. :-( On the bright side, I did make her some mean torolini's with some mad ad-libbed sauce skills.
~I'm going to Goodtimes today, and les padres (that was a bit french-spanish hybrid) can't give me grif about it, cuz either steg or bodine is driving.
~Okay, ehre's a story for you: One time, oh, so very long ago, I posted on this blog and the whatnot, and I was bored, and, well, as some of you know, there is a "recently posted" section. So I clicked the most appealing title, the blog of some woman from Texas, and was vastly amused by it. Well, I favourited it, and went back and read it every once in a while, cuz she's a really interesting writer, and I thought it was cool. So, well, since I'm on AOL today, I sort of re-found the link, and was reading some recent posts (boredom sucks) and I guess she's had a book published! I dunno, I just find it sort of interesting, like "oh, I knew her before she was famous" or whatever. Only I don't really know her. And she's not really famous. Um, yeah, right.......
~Heather informed me that the duct tape festival is in town!!!! And yes, the both of us are oddly excited about it. I'm thinking about trying to talk Steg and Bodine and Scott into a trip there tonight, as a) goodtimes is a rip, b) it might rain and c) who doesn't love duct tape? Plus, come on! Steg and ducK tape go waaaaaaaay back.

Okay, so, right. I feel major de ja vu, as I've already posted this once today, and have jsut spent 15 minutes retyping it. (using the backspace key, mind you, which is not permitted in school- and someone figure out my wpm. AHHHHH)

Anyway, will everyone kindly leave their cell numbers to me somehow? Because since I am without Norbert, I cannot call you, as I don't have them memorised, they are just saved in there. If you don't feel comfortable leaving them in the shoutouts (and I'd completely understand...stalkers and I go waaay back, like steg and her duct tape, and cornelius and bearden's) just IM me (though there are no garuntees that I will get it- padre has a bad habit of turning off my comp. Oh, wait, "our" comp) or call me and give it to me. Yes.

Off to bathe.

yo ho
yo ho
a (frustrated, cell-less, cooking) pirate's life for
~me