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

her look@ toping class, cant tou see what inprovement I Am making? Not!
ugh, stupid key stroke blocker, it takes me two hours to type anything, cuz I cannot see the keys. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
Today we learned c, u, w, and right shift. I still have to learn b and y. the only letters I'm not sick of typing are: q, y, p, z, x, v, and m. okay, this has been a furtive post from the BTC at mags. (as katie would put it)
bye@

BHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Today was kinda sucky, but Im on a high right now, so I'm in a WONDERFULY good mood! And I hate typing class, so I refuse to even bother with correct, non looking typing, cuz I DONT CARE!!!!!!!!
Okay,. Today after keyboarding I went to stegs. There we ate food and I had two double shot espressos. (did I mentioned I grabbed a caramel cooler at caribou on the way there?) and I heated them up tacos on the stove (b/c steg is not allowed to use the stove...somehow, I dont blame her dad on that one) And yeah. then corey called, and I finally met the kid at Parmatown mall, forl ike five seconds after I bought these TOTALLY CUTE skirts at JCPenny- two for twenty! And a pink shirt to go with- very punk rawk. Oh, and I'm reserving judgement on corey for you people, cuz I dont want any greif about it.
I am being so rediculously girly. But come on- I can be! I'm in love!!!! And I finally can talk to people about it.
Mixed Messages. Yeah. Some people suck.
Well, anyway, then I had a soccer game, and I totally blew all my anger out on the ball and my slightly less-then-functional team. And no one can get mad at me, cuz I totally have the right to yell, cuz I'm the keeper, its my job, and they weren't marking up. Grr. Oh, and I'm still gross from the ground- v. muddy.
Then I got home, after going to Arb's with mum to get a sandwhich, and the coffee overdose kicked in. Rob wrote a poem about coffee. It is as follows:
its good for u
its good for me
its good for everything i see
its coffee
WOW. Easily amused tonight or what? Not to mention short attention span. I feel loved tonight, by most everyone, too, minus a few select persons. But somehow, its moments like these when those people count the most.
Secrets. Yum.
I'm a paradox.
Shinigami4787: quite your voice tube woman

I think I'll take the kid's advice. MHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHMH. BYES!

yo ho
yo ho
a (grody, happy, sad) pirate's life for
~me

Nobody Wants a Bleeding Heart...
Greetings to those who read this! I am attempting to type without looking. Therefore, this will be short.
Keyboarding. I need to work on that a bit.
Jo-Anne's house. yummy sandwhiches.
Beach. Is gross.
Lyla's house. More sandwhich action.
Dermy appointment. Hate my disfunctional mother.
Trish's house. Good ice cream/ corey conve.
Shannon's hosue. Good ouija times.

Bush is predicted by Shannon's ouija to win the election. Keep it in mind come Novenber!

I'm lonely. Is that odd? I need to be with someone at all times now. Mhm. Creepy feelings when I'm alone. Not happy. Therefore, am not going into depth with this post.

yo ho
yo ho
a (lonely) pirate's life for
~me

Just now, as I was driving home, I happened upon my street, and there, posted proudly at the corner was a little green sign stating its name. Noble, to be true, except for one minor point- there is a giant WALL with the steet name etched into it and then painted black, with lights pointing at it and large trees to attract your attention to it. However, the little green signpost in the corner is obviously far more noticeable and useful. Right.
One has to feel sorry for the little green signpost. Its right there, just fufilling its duty, and with great accomplishment, too. Yet, who is going to notice it in contrast to the grand pomp in the middle of the street? I wonder- how long has it been there, alone and unnoticed by even myself, a resident of the development? Who placed it there, if it was to have no real purpose. Yes, in fact, it names the street. But the resplendent greeting in the centre of our humble street has been serving the same duty for nearly nine years, and just now someone takes the initiative to randomly plop a little green sign on the corner. One has to pity that lonely little sign. Its enough to make me want to put balloons on it or something.
Today I was reading Jason Mraz's journal. Its rather interesting and insightful- I wish I had his way with words. He can talk about nothing and make it meaningful, or talk about something and make it interesting. He seems to me a rather captivating person- I can see why both Caitlin and Shannon are both half in love with him. (I reckon their other halves have Daniel...) Anyway, right, his entries ramble, but they are funny and meaningful, and I'm quite jealous of his talent.
I wish I could captivate people. It would be nice to feel like an intersting, worthwhile person once in a while. But when I go all sulky and teenager-like, I can completely understand why I will never be that way. I'm far too self-centred, trying to say just the right thing at just the right time. It would most likely be best for me to say what I think when I think it- I neeeed to stop caring so much about what people think about me. Not that people think great things about me or anything, as was pointed out priorly in the sentance. I just wish I had the ability to be interesting. That would be lovely...
Okay, the sulky-ness needs to stop, it is unnecisary. I wish I could spell that word.
Tomorrow begins the six week legacy of summer keyboarding. I expect not to enjoy it one wit. Who could? though Shannon says stockhausen is much better in the summer, I am skeptical- because a) I am skeptical of everything, and b) come on, its summer keyboarding, how fun could it be? For now, from 8:30 to 11:00 each weekday morning, I shall be forced to endure the pain of typing properly. I have learned I am utterly incapeable of typing without looking at the keys and without being lounged casually in my spinny chair, feet up on the bookshelves, with my music blaring loudly from the speakers. Being the creature of habit that I am (and Komo did tell us that we were creatures of habit- and I completely agree) I am not sure what will happen when I am forced into a bright, smell-less room sitting upright with that dandy little black cardboard blocking the view of my precious keystrokes. Alas!
I feel jumbled with myself at the time. I also feel growing paranoia and despair growing within me, and therefore cannot wait for my secret meeting with Shannon (which is obviously not a secret- its really just bonding time for us) in a few weeks when we can both spaz at eachother about how life is meaningless and hopeless and the whatnot. I know, what cheer I impart on my devoted readers! I think I know of one person who reads this everyday. And I store a lot of undeserved animosity towards dais person right now. 'Tis no fault of her own- it is only myself at fault. I am jumbled. You can relate, oh nameless person that everyone knows.
I am also a bit...disappointed in the fact that the world is being a hypocrite to me. Perhaps I was born under an unlucky star or something. It would make sense- I cannot seem to make anything work out for me. I mess it all up. And I really suck at fixing things.
I need help, don't I?
Oh, but where to turn...I have shannon. I suppose I will bottle it right now, I can deal- I know its really me making something out of nothing. But on the other hand, it's bothering me. Shannon, you are right now the only person I can talk to (about this...not in general) because you are the only person I trust not to go around talking about it, but I also know that you'll relate to it (even if you don't understand it!) and that you'll not pester me with it at other times- well, not incesantly, anyway. Thanks for being there, Shannon. And to le others- I know you guys are there, too. But somehow, its just not right.
Who here completely appreciates the vagueness of those two paragraphs or so? I do, that is for sure. They make sense to me- and that's all that matters right now, as not much is making sense to me recently.
I have done quite a bit of driving in the last few days. Walker Road in particular is starting to get on my nerves- I have seen it far too often, and am so familiar with it, I could probably drive down it blindfolded. (fear not- we shalln't be testing this hypothesis) Henceforth and hitherto, I believe I will drive Lake for a while, if only to give me new sights to see. Like the lake. Right.
Lake Erie is facinating when lit up by lighting. Well, anything is, but The lake looks cool, and its sort of surreal while you're standing out there on those rocks, with the sea (well, okay, toxic waste- but sea sounds so much more insightful) crashing around you and the rain falling. I enjoyed it. I am going to stop now, as I feel myself getting mushy and romantic-like, and I have never swum very deep into my soul and will most likely drown if I try.
Going back to the whole little green signpost buddy- It made me think that I have to be more noticeable of things. I wonder how long that has even been there- I have not EVER noticed it before. I know it must be fairly recent, but still. Like I was saying, I have to try to see the little things. They always say (though don't ask me who the evasive "they" are) that its the little things in life that matter. Well, I have been focusing on (what are to me) big things too much, so I'm going to have to scale myself down and look small. Instead of the stars in the sky, I'm going to have to look at electrons in an atom. (A chem reference for you, my dutiful reader- mind you, I mean that figuratively, not literealy. Also, keep in mind that Katie and Shannon and I once had a deep, deep discusion about the lives of electron people.) Maybe then I'll figure out what's wrong with me. Until then, who knows how reactive I could be (regular actinide series over here) to stupid things. Everyone please disregard my emotional state, and of course the words on this page. I must pretend they mean nothing, and act as though they are not concealing truth. Well, they're not. They are really tantalising hints towards the truth. But until I know what that truth is...

yo ho
yo ho
a (dazed, confused, stupid, un-noticing, un-noticeable) pirate's life for
~me

(I ought to have cut the chem jokes a bit, I suppose. If anyone else has noticed the green sign, kindly tell me. Green means go- and I saw the sign. Haha. That makes sence to me. An omen, or a sign or something. Yippe-kye-ya. Motha fucka.)
(The little postscript is meaningless and kills the sincerity of the post, does it not?)
(Oh, well, you're loss, not mine!)
(Deep down, I love you all, its okay.)