Singing Songs That Make You Slit Your Wrists

Hmm, well. Just got off the phone with Megan. Was enlightened by many many things. Maybe this wasn't such a good thing. Ignorance really is bliss you know. I have decided that. Unfortunately we live in times where everyone is anything but ignorant and everything but blissful.

But still. It was nice to talk to Megan, I haven't in a while. For further various reasons we shan't get into. But we're okay now. I think. I hope.

Anyway, today we went to see The Importance of Being Earnest. It was most amazing. I finished reading the play on the bus ride there. It was humourous and witty and perfect for the mood I'm in at the time.

I think I have to work out weekend plans. But first.

*I hate carl. Theologic interpretation does not have right or wrong answers. That sexist machismo pig can go to hell.
*Soccer games suck. I hate JV. and Brigit is the biggest moron I've ever seen.
*I am still excited for tomorrow
* I am obsessed with lost, this series on abc. I am staying in this Saturday to watch it. from 8-10. If you want to join me feel free.
* people who ditch their freinds to desperately hang off of some jerk should go to hell.
*Excessively stupid people should go to hell
*Spanish is the most painful, boring experience of my life.

yo ho
yo ho
a pirate's life for
~me

AP Bio Lab 1

Yes, that’s what I should be working on. It is sitting here all desolate and alone, because I am abandoning it.

I made a conjecture about how homework doesn’t want to get done. You know how it always seems that there is homework to be done? It’s not our fault. See, the homework just doesn’t WANT to be done- it is the lazy moron. Not us. We can’t help it if it doesn’t feel like being completed- all we can do is leave it be and wonder off to our own purposes. Homework is lazy. Not us.

Anyway, yes. Practice was a bitch last night. ::Fake homework reference:: Hypertonic…hydrotonic… okay, we’re clear. Anyway. Yeah, lots of running, which I suck at. I am fat slow and lazy. It’s amazing, it really is.

So I got called stuck up yesterday. I found it like, beyond amusing. First of all, it was quoted, “a lot of people think your kind fo stuck up” via Corey. Um, stupid much? First of all, his friends don’t even know me. They only know what he has told them, and let’s face it- that’s nothing at all. I mean, the only friend of his that I met lives in a huge house and is building a second one down the street. Plus I didn’t really say anything. He just wants to bitch at me. He should find better reasons, like how I’m cold-hearted and cruel, and boring, and overly amused by stupid things. That would be an accurate face. But stuck up? Please. That’s the second time in two months or so. At least the first time had some basis. Not much of one, but still some. Corey just doesn’t know what he’s talking about.

I really am stupid. I love little things that are amusing, such as spam. Just try to tell me that that isn’t a funny word. Or concept. I mean, who knows what spam is? No one, I tell you. Not even the producers of spam. Not even spam. No one at all. Spam is a mystery, and I love it. Well, the mysteriousness, not actually eating spam.

I also love singing lyrics stuck in my head in my off-key, tone-deaf voice. It is so amazing. Then I write the lyrics on my hand, and get them out of my head. It’s amrazing. I love it. Doctor Wilson indicated birds to us today. That was his little crumb of entertainment. In addition, Katiespi and I were enlightened by Elaine in the ways of flower making on graphing calculators. More little morsels of entertainment. Omg, I just learned yet more new and exciting things. The word is not tidbit, as I was wont to think, but rather titbit. That’s amazing. I love words. I’m all about those words over numbers. I am a freak.

Anyway, I would like to say several things. First of all: I love all of you out there who love me for being a freak. I love being happy that I am a freak. I love being a freak, a loser, a queerdo, psycho, and most of all, me. I’m much happier than I was just a week ago. Things are picking back up. I just had to make a few drop-offs. One of which I sort of miss, but oh, well, what’s a girl to do?

Still pumped for the fiesta on Friday. I have to do senior day crap at Cleveland’s first. Gag me.

I didn’t have Caribou today. I love Caribou- it makes my day. More of those little things, you know? Those people who tell you to cherish the little things in life really know what they are talking about. Go them.

It only took me ten minutes to type this. Yay. Now we're off to talk to Dr. Leonard about my astronomy club presentation. To go with the ski club one I'm also doing. Wo0t wo0t.

Yo ho
Yo ho
A (keyboarding wiz) pirate’s life for
~me

The Early Nation

See, if I just use that as my title, and stare a lot at my government book in front of me, it looks like I am studying for that test. But in reality, I am blogging, because I haven’t in a long while. You know. Since Sunday night.

Yesterday was decent. It would even have been worthwhile if Mr. Phillips had been in government. But alas, he wasn’t, and I really do have a test to make up with him. But I left my folder/portfolio thingie at home or in mother’s car or something, and I don’t have my notes. Well, they’re not really notes. More like he read us the answers to our test. But I don’t have them, and therefore will have to ask him if I could not take the test until tomorrow.

After school yesterday the team went over to Moira’s house and consumed massive amounts of food. It was fun though. We then proceeded to watch family feud for some reason. I find that odd as I have never considered them the most intelligent of the species. But it was still funny. They can be quite a humorous bunch if the need presents itself.

After that was the bay game. Quite a disaster. We lost four to one. I didn’t play. As usual. Everyone knew a lot of people on their team, but I didn’t. I am so out of the little soccer loop. Which is actually a rather large loop. Everyone knows everyone who plays soccer. Such a political sport.

Then, after the game, I went to Caribou for the study group (that will soon be annual) with Caitlin and Steg. It was fun, though we didn’t really get anything accomplished until the end of the night. However, seeing as we were the only people in the shop, the girl who was working allowed us to create the trivia question. Naturally, Caitlin thought of something Daniel Radcliffe involved. It was great though- she even got to write it on the board. And the guy working there was pretty cute, too- v. Keanu Reeves a la the Matrix. Not with the glasses- more like when he is still a normal person.

Well, anyway. This all leads up to my annual Tuesday morning trip to Caribou before school (how I love free mods). The girl who was working there last night was there again this morning, and she told the lady waiting on me to give me the discount. Which rocked, because that’s like…cheating. But she was really nice. Then I figured out that the lady who was waiting on me is to be my yoga instructor at a later date. Pretty cool shiz.

It’s amazing how fascinated by the little things I am. Like how I can type this with amazing speed and accuracy. Go keyboarding. I think that that class was actually useful. Sad, I know, yet too true. And I’m quite confident in my skills with AP bio. Well, for chapter 6.4 anyway. The other ones I have to study on my own. But it’s a start.

Anyway, before they catch me, I am going to actually study some government. Or maybe even a little Theology. I hate Cauldwell. Although, he gives me points for saying my usual bullshit. Bullshit is something I excel at. Wouldn’t you agree? I just learned that a) bullshit is in the Microsoft Word dictionary, and b) that its all one word, not two. Once again- impressed by the little things.

Looking forward to adventures with hair dryers.

Yo ho
Yo ho
A (mocha-fied) pirate’s life for
~me

No Strings Attached

Bet you never thought you'd live to see the day N*sync is quoted in here. Neither did I. But a lot of changes to me have been made in the last few days.

And I feel better for them.

Thanks to Steg for my fun day at Cedar Point, where we actually rode on every single coaster (some more than once) besides, of course, the Wicked Twister, which was unfortunately closed.

Anyway. There's nothing more to be done here for now. My extremeties are freezing off. I'm going to die- and there are some who would be okay with that.

But I'll persevere for those who wouldn't be. ;-)

Bed time.

And maybe in the morning ,everything will be better. And maybe the SIMS 2 will work. HAHAHA. I make myself laugh.

They will be better, though. You'll see.

And I am looking forward to Friday.

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

me. and no one else.