Turn of Events...
Well, today lightened up a bit after yesterday.
Firstly, I found out that that whole "not-being-informed-conspiracy" thing was a total miscommunication. It is not the fault of the informant, or the subject of the matter, but someone else, completely irrelevant taht has a propensity towards misconstruing things. Yeah, I really should have known.
Anyway, so today I was all pumped for our Walsh game. It was all rainy and awesome and stuff. I love playing when its warmish rain- you get all muddy and you slide and stuff, and its just fun! Anyway, but by the end of the day, they announced that there was no game. I was a bit sad for the fact we couldn't play, but it was really ,really nice becasue I didn't expect to get home until 10 PM at least, and I actually got to leave school early becasue its my free mod last. So instead I ended up home around 2:40 (stupid shortened schedule, denying me my free mod rights) but but but, Also, because of that shortened schedule, My lunch was uber long (four modder today!) and all my classes remained short. Oh, it was ever so splendid. Also, I got out of Brit Lit to work lights (even though I was rather unneeded, I still went- which was fine, because then I learned a bit about the lights, as I missed that informational meeting...) AND I got to be in the light booth during the mass, so I just talked to Steg and Elizabeth, and didn't have to have anything to do with the mass at all.
And speaking of talking to Steg... So Bodine's boyfriend Scott's friend. (follow that if you can!) (I suppose the "Bodine's boyfriend" thing was unnecessary- he has been in a few of my bloge entries during festivities at Goodtimes, Laser Tag [sadly lacking Cubone, though], and cedar point. However, I'm sure she loves to be reminded that he is hers alone) Needs a date to homecoming, and yeah, who always gets hooked up with random people they don't know for formals like this? Oh, yeah. ME. So I'm oging with this kid Brady. But a lot of other people are going, too, so it should be exciting. I went to Iggy's HC back in the day (frosh year)- I wonder if there will be another mechanical bull. Haha. As long as I don't break off my dress straps again...
Which means I get to buy a prety new dress, and I can wear it to Corey's, too. And if any other people out there are secretly desiring me and want to take me to other various formals, do feel free, because I will have pretty dress! It'l be shiny, and swishy, and purty...and I will get my hair did, and my nails did, and it'll be fun. (haha, I talked like that in government. Katie and Maggie played along with the hick accent. Wow. I need mental help)
So, anyway. And just to make it that much better, we got cake today at lunch. Which I ate, just to show all you people who think I'm anorexic. I am so not. I just had a piece of cheese. It was good.
Mother is trying to get me to clean that fish bowl. When will she learn? It likes it's more natural habitat more. Or at least it should. Plus, the memory span of a goldfish is like, 3 seconds. Like everytime it thinks to itself how grody its tank is, it'll forget. So no biggie.
Anyway. Today was good- much improved on yesterday. My throat hurts, though. So that sucks.
I must get homework done, then I get to go shopping. Oh, the joy.
yo ho
yo ho
a pirate's life for
~me
Wednesday, September 08, 2004
Tuesday, September 07, 2004
Go on...
Yes. Today was weird, for multiple reasons.
Firstly, they made a P.A. announcement, officalising that the frosh had died. I think that is v. sad. I mean, it's not the death thing, but it's kind of like well, she was just starting off with high school, it probably hadn't started sucking yet. Although, in the long run, she'll probably be grateful. There are many times when I think hell is better than high school. Times when I'd rather spend eternity with Hitler then with my friends. So-called, anyway. I guess I should say something nice, but I didn't know her. Aperentaly, she was actually a v. nice person, and the people on the P.A.'s weren't just making it up to soun d concerned, so that's sad, too. Shouldn't someone worthless and mean die? Take me for example. Twenty bucks she deserves to live more than me. Oh, and also, if I die tragically and young, there are two things to remember: 1) I was never kind, caring, or full of life 2) If you're not friends with me now, don't pretend to be when I die. Other things to keep in mind: 1) Reading a prayer over the P.A.'s for me is horridly embarrassing. Just don't do it. I'm not a Godly person, it wwould be a waste of resources. 2) Remember that I am bad. V.V. bad. I am not a good person at all. 3) Don't let Mr. Caldwell fill you with some shit about how I was a wonderful student. I don't pay attention in his class.Its a lie. 4) Don't come to the funeral if you don't talk to me. I don't really think anyone who will actually read this actually applies for that, but still. 5) Don't write me any: songs, poems, stories, letters, or haikus. I'll be dead. I won't be reading them. 6) Print off and publish this bloge. You probably won't get crap for it, but it's worth a shot. I have had my witty moments. 7) Don't cry. crying is for babies. Be a man. And I don't care if you're a girl.
Okay, enough depressingness. I digress. Back to my uncomfortable day.
Had a bio test- didn't really get around to studying for that. Still passed, though, I think anyway. It didn't seem too hard, anyway.
Um, recieved news before theology that disturbs me a little. Not because of what it was about, it didn't really affect me directly, but just the fact of who I heard it from, and more specifically who I didn't hear it from. Aperentally I was not important enough to hear about this. I guess I just don't matter then.
Anyway. That just proved to me that my previous bloge was right. I am blind, I am ignorant, I am too distant and unattached to notice what's going on around me. Maybe i should go live in a tent in a desert.
Which reminds me- Mrs. Clark came in and gave us the retreat speech today. I'm debating what I want to do. Somehow, I'm actually kind of looking forward to going on one. Maybe I'll get some clarity, some focus. Or maybe I'll just understand more clearly on why I'm fucked up and seemingly unreachable.
Well, to hell with me and all my friends.
Today I got out of government for like 15-20 minutes. We heard the ledgend of Ms. Campagna's engagement. Her fiance proposed to her with the ring in the cheese. On their picnic. Cute, I suppose, but wierd. Ugh, marrage. Somehow, that seems to me like such a settling point, like submitting yourself to the dull tediation of everyday life. I couldn't stand it. Average-icity. I'm falling into that pattern enough, thank you.
Well. Good bye.
Oh, and thanks for the shoutouts, despite their obvious insincerity.
yo ho
yo ho
a (confused? I think? I don't even know) pirate's life for
~me
Yes. Today was weird, for multiple reasons.
Firstly, they made a P.A. announcement, officalising that the frosh had died. I think that is v. sad. I mean, it's not the death thing, but it's kind of like well, she was just starting off with high school, it probably hadn't started sucking yet. Although, in the long run, she'll probably be grateful. There are many times when I think hell is better than high school. Times when I'd rather spend eternity with Hitler then with my friends. So-called, anyway. I guess I should say something nice, but I didn't know her. Aperentaly, she was actually a v. nice person, and the people on the P.A.'s weren't just making it up to soun d concerned, so that's sad, too. Shouldn't someone worthless and mean die? Take me for example. Twenty bucks she deserves to live more than me. Oh, and also, if I die tragically and young, there are two things to remember: 1) I was never kind, caring, or full of life 2) If you're not friends with me now, don't pretend to be when I die. Other things to keep in mind: 1) Reading a prayer over the P.A.'s for me is horridly embarrassing. Just don't do it. I'm not a Godly person, it wwould be a waste of resources. 2) Remember that I am bad. V.V. bad. I am not a good person at all. 3) Don't let Mr. Caldwell fill you with some shit about how I was a wonderful student. I don't pay attention in his class.Its a lie. 4) Don't come to the funeral if you don't talk to me. I don't really think anyone who will actually read this actually applies for that, but still. 5) Don't write me any: songs, poems, stories, letters, or haikus. I'll be dead. I won't be reading them. 6) Print off and publish this bloge. You probably won't get crap for it, but it's worth a shot. I have had my witty moments. 7) Don't cry. crying is for babies. Be a man. And I don't care if you're a girl.
Okay, enough depressingness. I digress. Back to my uncomfortable day.
Had a bio test- didn't really get around to studying for that. Still passed, though, I think anyway. It didn't seem too hard, anyway.
Um, recieved news before theology that disturbs me a little. Not because of what it was about, it didn't really affect me directly, but just the fact of who I heard it from, and more specifically who I didn't hear it from. Aperentally I was not important enough to hear about this. I guess I just don't matter then.
Anyway. That just proved to me that my previous bloge was right. I am blind, I am ignorant, I am too distant and unattached to notice what's going on around me. Maybe i should go live in a tent in a desert.
Which reminds me- Mrs. Clark came in and gave us the retreat speech today. I'm debating what I want to do. Somehow, I'm actually kind of looking forward to going on one. Maybe I'll get some clarity, some focus. Or maybe I'll just understand more clearly on why I'm fucked up and seemingly unreachable.
Well, to hell with me and all my friends.
Today I got out of government for like 15-20 minutes. We heard the ledgend of Ms. Campagna's engagement. Her fiance proposed to her with the ring in the cheese. On their picnic. Cute, I suppose, but wierd. Ugh, marrage. Somehow, that seems to me like such a settling point, like submitting yourself to the dull tediation of everyday life. I couldn't stand it. Average-icity. I'm falling into that pattern enough, thank you.
Well. Good bye.
Oh, and thanks for the shoutouts, despite their obvious insincerity.
yo ho
yo ho
a (confused? I think? I don't even know) pirate's life for
~me
Monday, September 06, 2004
I spell colour with a U
You know it's interesting. If you're referring to the letter "u", even though it is a vowel, you use an "a". But to refer to "h" you would use an "an". Wow. Grammar nazi much?
"an" letters- a, e, f, h, i, l, m, n, o, r, s, x,
"a" letters- b, c, d, g, j, k, p, q, t, u, v, w, y, z
I am such a loser. I'm going to turn into someone like Doc Wilson one day.
OKAY. On away from the grammar lessons.
More airshow today. Better day, we got to leave early. I worked with a different person today, some graduate guy who was nice, but a little wierd. I think he was hitting on me. But I could be wrong. I spent a lot of time launching rubber bands through the crack in the display boards. I have v. good aim now that I'm properly practised. Also there is the petafile story to report, which I am just copying and pasting, since you all have already heard it: so I volunteered at the air show, and there was this old guy there, and I was like "do you want your picture?", and he was like "no, that's okay", and I'm like "are you sure? its free", and he was like "no, but I'd take a picture of you and put it on my fridge". And I was like. Wierd. and NO. But the guy who had to be the inflatable astronaut was cute and nice, I talked to him for a bit before we left. Which also reminds me of the guy who I talked to yesterday who was kind of telling me about NASA and stuff, until he went to show me this flight simulator, and was a bit too touch-feely on the joystick with my hand. Oh, god. That isn't as bad as it sounds.
So, anyway. It was all in all fun, only I have no voice, so it's hard to be all "smile" to people when you can't talk.
My mother is being annoying. She keeps thinking I want to bond with her. I'm like. No. Go away.
I've decided that I am not a very serious person. I am flippant and random and not very deep. Well, I think I'm deep, I just don't let any of you suckers into the inner workings of my mind. But I really love you all, I do. Truly.
Well, I just got this: ou have just been DEATHWISHED Tonight at midnight your true love will realize they like you. something good will happen to you at 1:00-4:00 pm tommorow, it could be anywere.Get ready for the biggest shock in your life. if you break this chain u will be cur d with realtionship problems for the next 10yrs. Send this to 15people in 15min..... no send baks from maggie cooper, I think. Even though I never talked to her online before. Kinda random. But anyway, I put it in here, because I figure sooner or later about 15 people will read it. Not that you losers shout out anymore. That makes me sad, you know. I like to feel special. You guys don't help me out on that.
Back to the random thing. Okay, seriously. I talked to the following people about the following subjects: kristen- death plots, shamis- pie, heather- hot steamy sex, big r- oh, god. way too many random things to count, megan- dirty, dirty things that you dont want to hear about, elizabeth- actually ,we talked of bio. and how we love eachother, dear and not queer style, Caitlin- various subjects, including HP and guitars and guys asking her out, Colleen- the petafile. honestly. It's like I can't carry on a normal conversation. I suppose corey and I talked about something more serious, but I have to say it was dull. I like to be random. I want shout outs on this: am I too random and detached for my own good? Answer with those shoutouts.
Anyway, last night made me tired for this morning, which made me tired now. I still have no voice. And, that's about all there is to report. this has been your nightly update with. Me.
yo ho
yo ho
a pirate's life for
~me
You know it's interesting. If you're referring to the letter "u", even though it is a vowel, you use an "a". But to refer to "h" you would use an "an". Wow. Grammar nazi much?
"an" letters- a, e, f, h, i, l, m, n, o, r, s, x,
"a" letters- b, c, d, g, j, k, p, q, t, u, v, w, y, z
I am such a loser. I'm going to turn into someone like Doc Wilson one day.
OKAY. On away from the grammar lessons.
More airshow today. Better day, we got to leave early. I worked with a different person today, some graduate guy who was nice, but a little wierd. I think he was hitting on me. But I could be wrong. I spent a lot of time launching rubber bands through the crack in the display boards. I have v. good aim now that I'm properly practised. Also there is the petafile story to report, which I am just copying and pasting, since you all have already heard it: so I volunteered at the air show, and there was this old guy there, and I was like "do you want your picture?", and he was like "no, that's okay", and I'm like "are you sure? its free", and he was like "no, but I'd take a picture of you and put it on my fridge". And I was like. Wierd. and NO. But the guy who had to be the inflatable astronaut was cute and nice, I talked to him for a bit before we left. Which also reminds me of the guy who I talked to yesterday who was kind of telling me about NASA and stuff, until he went to show me this flight simulator, and was a bit too touch-feely on the joystick with my hand. Oh, god. That isn't as bad as it sounds.
So, anyway. It was all in all fun, only I have no voice, so it's hard to be all "smile" to people when you can't talk.
My mother is being annoying. She keeps thinking I want to bond with her. I'm like. No. Go away.
I've decided that I am not a very serious person. I am flippant and random and not very deep. Well, I think I'm deep, I just don't let any of you suckers into the inner workings of my mind. But I really love you all, I do. Truly.
Well, I just got this: ou have just been DEATHWISHED Tonight at midnight your true love will realize they like you. something good will happen to you at 1:00-4:00 pm tommorow, it could be anywere.Get ready for the biggest shock in your life. if you break this chain u will be cur d with realtionship problems for the next 10yrs. Send this to 15people in 15min..... no send baks from maggie cooper, I think. Even though I never talked to her online before. Kinda random. But anyway, I put it in here, because I figure sooner or later about 15 people will read it. Not that you losers shout out anymore. That makes me sad, you know. I like to feel special. You guys don't help me out on that.
Back to the random thing. Okay, seriously. I talked to the following people about the following subjects: kristen- death plots, shamis- pie, heather- hot steamy sex, big r- oh, god. way too many random things to count, megan- dirty, dirty things that you dont want to hear about, elizabeth- actually ,we talked of bio. and how we love eachother, dear and not queer style, Caitlin- various subjects, including HP and guitars and guys asking her out, Colleen- the petafile. honestly. It's like I can't carry on a normal conversation. I suppose corey and I talked about something more serious, but I have to say it was dull. I like to be random. I want shout outs on this: am I too random and detached for my own good? Answer with those shoutouts.
Anyway, last night made me tired for this morning, which made me tired now. I still have no voice. And, that's about all there is to report. this has been your nightly update with. Me.
yo ho
yo ho
a pirate's life for
~me
Smile...aaaaand, you're done!
That was most certainly the phrase of the day today.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. I need to report on what? Like my entire weekend?
Friday- Visited Caitlin at work. Fun. Finally ended up buying a kiddie cone just because it was so cute. Then I was tricked into going to the North Olmstead game. Not too bad, but I'm not a big football person, particularly when I haven't gotten ready, don't know anyone there, and have to hang out with wierdo person that I haven't seen in forever. All in all, not a lot of fun.
Saturday- Started off my morning by throwing up. Way to improve off the night before. Not.
Then we had a soccer game. Can you say DISASTOR? I've never seen such a horrible game in my life. I'm not even that devoted to the team or anything, nor do I take it as seriously as anyone else, but COME ON. That was so pathetic. Kill me. Let's not talk about it, or I'll get into a lot of technical soccer stuff that doesn't pertain to anyone but me. And possibly katieblake. (one word)
But everything picked up, for we went laser tagging again. No weirdo cubone that night, though. Then we (Dan, Rory, Megan, Elizabeth, and Caitlin) returned to mi casa, and we played tag, and ghost in the graveyard (not that anyone can actually play it) and capture the flag. Yeah, lemme tell you. Caitlin and Rory and I? Not such an intense team. We stood around talking while the others (Megan, Dan, Elizabeth) kept infultrating.
Sunday- Ah, I spent most of my day at the air show. I take pictures of people at the NASA booth, and make them look like they are cosmonauts. It's cool, you meet funny people, but it gets really tedious- there's not a whole lot of variation in your job.
Anyway, so after that, Steg, Elizabeth, Megan, Dan, and Rory and all of us met up sort of at dan's housae. But really we were all coming to my house? Which didn't work, as there was company over eating outdoors, so no tag, and we have all of my grandpa's furnature downstairs, so no tv. (I also cannot find the remote, guys) So then (after some, say- deliberations?) We went to Elizabeth's, and jumped on the tramp. oline. haha. anyway, that was fun, then we played a little "beat-the-shit" football. I think Steg and Elizabeth and I lost, but I'm not sure. Anyway, moving on. We then took Megan home, and all piled into Steg's little car, with Elizabeth, me, and Rory (yes, somehow I got bitch) in the back with megan sprawled atop us. And let me tell you- Steg needs to work on turning her corners a bit.
After then ,we all (besides megan, of course) went back to elizabeth's, and sat about. I got a water bottle thrown to me that actually ended up in my face (yes, it was my own fault) and rory made some pretty...um..."cool"...right...faces. He can immitate that dead guy from the Ring pretty well, let me tell you. Also, I seem to remember throwing a chair into Dan. Yeah, that's about it.
And now here I sit, reflecting upon the past few days, which started off pretty badly, and ended up being pretty good.
At least for once I have a bunch of friends that, for the most part, don't have all types of controversy mixed up amongst us.
Yeah. Wonder how long that'll last.
Subliminal messaging, brought to you by me.
Anyway, so I've noticed a new, odd, sneaky way of putting advertisements on computers. They underline key words in a sentance, and then if you click them, it's an add. How annoying. So you think it's a link to something else, and it's really spam? Fuck them.
Sometimes I wish things were different. But I know I'd regret them if they we're the same.
More air show action tomorrow, then homework.
I'm now so so tired. I can't even seem to be witty or incisive. Or maybe that's got something to do with Dan almost running over my foot.
Who. Cares?
yo ho
yo ho
a pirate's life for
~me
(Still open to suggestions on a new signout)
That was most certainly the phrase of the day today.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. I need to report on what? Like my entire weekend?
Friday- Visited Caitlin at work. Fun. Finally ended up buying a kiddie cone just because it was so cute. Then I was tricked into going to the North Olmstead game. Not too bad, but I'm not a big football person, particularly when I haven't gotten ready, don't know anyone there, and have to hang out with wierdo person that I haven't seen in forever. All in all, not a lot of fun.
Saturday- Started off my morning by throwing up. Way to improve off the night before. Not.
Then we had a soccer game. Can you say DISASTOR? I've never seen such a horrible game in my life. I'm not even that devoted to the team or anything, nor do I take it as seriously as anyone else, but COME ON. That was so pathetic. Kill me. Let's not talk about it, or I'll get into a lot of technical soccer stuff that doesn't pertain to anyone but me. And possibly katieblake. (one word)
But everything picked up, for we went laser tagging again. No weirdo cubone that night, though. Then we (Dan, Rory, Megan, Elizabeth, and Caitlin) returned to mi casa, and we played tag, and ghost in the graveyard (not that anyone can actually play it) and capture the flag. Yeah, lemme tell you. Caitlin and Rory and I? Not such an intense team. We stood around talking while the others (Megan, Dan, Elizabeth) kept infultrating.
Sunday- Ah, I spent most of my day at the air show. I take pictures of people at the NASA booth, and make them look like they are cosmonauts. It's cool, you meet funny people, but it gets really tedious- there's not a whole lot of variation in your job.
Anyway, so after that, Steg, Elizabeth, Megan, Dan, and Rory and all of us met up sort of at dan's housae. But really we were all coming to my house? Which didn't work, as there was company over eating outdoors, so no tag, and we have all of my grandpa's furnature downstairs, so no tv. (I also cannot find the remote, guys) So then (after some, say- deliberations?) We went to Elizabeth's, and jumped on the tramp. oline. haha. anyway, that was fun, then we played a little "beat-the-shit" football. I think Steg and Elizabeth and I lost, but I'm not sure. Anyway, moving on. We then took Megan home, and all piled into Steg's little car, with Elizabeth, me, and Rory (yes, somehow I got bitch) in the back with megan sprawled atop us. And let me tell you- Steg needs to work on turning her corners a bit.
After then ,we all (besides megan, of course) went back to elizabeth's, and sat about. I got a water bottle thrown to me that actually ended up in my face (yes, it was my own fault) and rory made some pretty...um..."cool"...right...faces. He can immitate that dead guy from the Ring pretty well, let me tell you. Also, I seem to remember throwing a chair into Dan. Yeah, that's about it.
And now here I sit, reflecting upon the past few days, which started off pretty badly, and ended up being pretty good.
At least for once I have a bunch of friends that, for the most part, don't have all types of controversy mixed up amongst us.
Yeah. Wonder how long that'll last.
Subliminal messaging, brought to you by me.
Anyway, so I've noticed a new, odd, sneaky way of putting advertisements on computers. They underline key words in a sentance, and then if you click them, it's an add. How annoying. So you think it's a link to something else, and it's really spam? Fuck them.
Sometimes I wish things were different. But I know I'd regret them if they we're the same.
More air show action tomorrow, then homework.
I'm now so so tired. I can't even seem to be witty or incisive. Or maybe that's got something to do with Dan almost running over my foot.
Who. Cares?
yo ho
yo ho
a pirate's life for
~me
(Still open to suggestions on a new signout)