Word Up

Well, here I am in good ole 102, typing myself a bloge entry, even though the type was failing to show up there for a while. Anyway. I have just consumed a lunch of nachos and a chocolate bar (Ironically one of those ones that Malley’s sells for charity) and feel genuinely fat. Well, I usually feel that way.

Ali Ohliger is soon leaving me. She apparently has a “crazy idea” for this weekend. It must be pretty crazy, as she couldn’t even tell me about it before she left. Loco man. Loco.

Well, I should do work on precalc right now, being that it is my free mod and all, but I just don’t feel like it. Plus I really understand this little jump function thing that we are doing right now, and therefore do not care to practice it.

I have a lot to do after school- well, pictures, anyway. I think I am skipping the soccer meeting (which is mandatory, but hey, as Katie pointed out, what can they do? Not play me? They don’t anyway, so it doesn’t matter.) that is mandatory in order to get Astronomy Club pictures taken.

Speaking of which, AC was tres amusaunt last night. We danced to show tunes and various styles of 80’s music. I sat on the Copfer’s van while Shannon “played piano” and I posed like one of those people who lie on pianos and seduce people from afar. Needless to say, I failed, as there was a) no one to seduce, and b) I couldn’t even if there was. Elaine, her sister (Caroline, maybe?), Caitlin, Lyla, Shannon, Spi, Gina, and Molly were among those who participated in our moon dancing amazement. Well, Lyla didn’t really contribute, but she was there. So as not to deny her any glory I am sure she deserves. Really.

I wish I could write a really good book. Like in the Harry Potter style, where everyone in the world desperately hangs onto every word, and bribes me to make a sequel. Let me tell you, I could most easily be bribed.

So Carl just wandered in and said that I have been making profound remarks in his class. I’m confused- here are my theories on why he said that:
1) I’ve been sleep talking a lot
2) He doesn’t know who I am and has confused me with someone else
3) He is being sarcastic
Although, I can’t…

Okay, well Carl just recruited me for track. He wants me to be a thrower. I will do it. Or at least, I will try. As long as I can still do Science Olympiad, I don’t see why not. I mean, it would be pretty kickass to stay in shape and have another sport on my college app. OMG, I’m actually listening to advice that Carl is giving me. But I am fat. I do need to stay in shape. And it could be helpful for keeping. Oh, wow, I just had a revelation of life, and Caldwell is responsible. Hell might just have frozen over.

Actually, he gives me many revelations, and it’s not usually in a good way. His male chauvinism usually pisses me off and furthers my belief that males can all just burn in hell.

But that’s odd; I think he’s been like trying to sucker me into this for a while. Maybe that’s why he complimented my class participation (that doesn’t exist) in order to get me to do it. Well, I will. I shall talk to Maggie Cooper in Spanish, next, and ask of her what her thoughts on the issue are. This could be good for me. Since soccer certainly isn’t.

Anyway, moving on. I have decided that I don’t much like those ribbons that everyone has been sticking on their cars. I think they are rather tacky, or in Georgia speak, “tarty”. I mean, there must be more tasteful ways to display your support of the war or soldiers or America or whatever than sticking on a bumper sticker. Granted, I can’t actually think of any, but there must be some.

I love how much faster I can type things thanks to keyboarding.

Also, so Westlake (my humble town) is having a big day today! The president of this, ahem, fine country is coming to speak in our very own lowly Recreational Centre. Even if I’m not the biggest fan of Bush in the world, I think it would be bloody brilliant to hear him speak. I mean, come on, the president? El presidente? That’s so marvellous. It’s not every day the president comes to your shitty suburban abode and talks to you about voting for him. Cornelius and Katie both get to go, and I am not a little jealous.

In addition, our Crocker Park thingie is opening. I’m so much more excited for that than “G doubya”. Come on- Urban Outfitters? It’s like a mini back to New York trip in every purchase! Okay, it would be way better to actually go back to New York, but still…

So, basically, between el prez and Crocker Park (it needs an abbreviation besides CP as that is and always will be Cedar Point) Westlake is getting on the map. Sort of. I mean, really, it always was on the map, but before it was just a little dot denoting one of the over-taxed suburbs of Cleveland. Now it’s a little dot denoting one of the over-taxed suburbs of Cleveland that has had the president visit and that has awesome shopping. However, I think that Avon Commons still owns my life. A lot. Go Target!

I should get back to that work I’m not doing and haven’t started. My head aches like billio. I.e. a lot. And Bodine is vair vair anxious to read this. Actually she is harassing me to write about her, or else to finish up since I have been at this for about half an hour. Maybe 25 minutes.

I haven’t gotten any sleep recently. I need to get some more.

Lost last nyght (pronounced “nygchhhhhhhhhht”) was simply scrumptious. Yummy Scrumboes. I’d write about it, but no one cares, and it would waste the rest of my free mod (which is about 20 minutes longer) since I describe episodes to that show in alarming detail. Just ask Spi or Chelso.

Speaking of Chelsea, there’s a bunch of people at Kairos I right now. I wonder what that’ll be like- a lot of people who have gone said that it’s mucho fun. Un vair vair enriching experience or whatever. However, I do not desire to have my brain scrambled so that I become a God-lover. After attempting to pray the Magnificat in order to win the NO game Tuesday, I have officially given up on prayer. Since they scored on us whilst we were mid-prayer. Not that I much believed in prayer to begin with, but you know, I do believe that if you believe in it, it will work in things that affect you. Sort of a mental thing. But I don’t think it works if you pray for someone else. If they don’t believe, then it doesn’t matter. You know- it’s like, you can convince yourself if you believe (whether through prayer, attitude, or just convincing yourself) to do anything. But no matter how much you believe in someone else, they have to put their brain in the set that they can achieve something. WE make our own reality, you know?

Go Matrix.

Well, it’s time for me to allow Bodine to read this. Until next time.

yo ho
yo ho
a (somewhat deep) pirate’s life for
~me

p.s. Caitlin and I were talking about Vertigo by U2. She’s vair vair jealous that I got to hear it twice in a row, and she’s only heard it on iPod commercials.
pp.s. Bodine is making fun of Scott right now
ppp.s. I have a headache
pppp.s. This has taken up about two and three quarters of a Word Document.