Failure by Design
Yes. I am such a gailure. Don't even freaking talk to me about soccer today. It was so bad. So bad. I cried. Sort of. And now I have to go to work. Well, in like fifteen minutes, anyway. Blaa.
Seriously, I need some good news in my life. Like, exactly a year ago, when I learned Early Edition was back on. I need something as bright and shining as that. Maybe even more so.
Megan, all your talk about the past depresses me.
Anyway. This weekend sucked. And will no doubt continue to do so.
Visit me at work, guys.
yo ho
yo ho
a (newly-employed) pirate's life for
~me
Guess I'm not much of a pirate after all.
Saturday, October 09, 2004
Friday, October 08, 2004
Freak-a-leak
I am not sure what that word is. Aparentally, it is too ghetto for me.
So, my night, in action: I got picked up by Devs, yeah, we bought Dan's birthday gift from me (a flashlight) and went to Rory's house to deliver it. Then we sat around for a bit and tried to decide what to do. Then Dan and Rory decided they wanted to attend the football game like all those other conformists. Only I am a spoilsport, and I so didn't want to go. So Megan and I were like, "riiight" and we went to Malley's. There we sat in the parking lot, and she called Rob's house. His parents told her he was at work ,and she asked if we could go out there. I said fine, as long as I didn't have to see them.
So she dropped me off at Old Navy and went to Target to visit Rob (really, I just didn't feel the need to see Steve) But I got bored there, and wandered around the whole strip, and finally went to Panera, and she called me, and told me to come and we'd hang out with them for the evening. I was like, um, that's okay. So I called Spi and begged her (only she was very nice and compliant and I love her dearly) to come save me. Megan came to my humble Panera abode and we had a lil chit chat, until Spi came, and then we talked until 9ish, when Megan went back to Target with rob and Steve or whomever, and I went off with Spi. We went to her house and consumed the brownies she baked and the most SPLENDID brita water. I love that filter.
And no, in case you are all wondering, I am not resentful of Megan at all. I knew she really wanted to hang out with Rob, and she never sees him, and she can see me anytime, and she was properly remorseful of it, so I just didn't care. I just didn't feel like putting myself in that position. I mean, come on. Steve hates me with a ferverent passion. (though, might I just point out I never did a thing to him?) and Rob is too busy with Megan, so there's no way I'm going to third wheel myself.
So basically, today was a disappointment. I got yelled at for eating habits, failed two tests, and voluntarily got ditched (does that make sence?) by a friend. And tomorrow I'm bloody working.
And, just to keep the record straight, I hate my parents.
Surely I must hope that tomorrow is better.
Drink up mi hearties ;-)
I am not sure what that word is. Aparentally, it is too ghetto for me.
So, my night, in action: I got picked up by Devs, yeah, we bought Dan's birthday gift from me (a flashlight) and went to Rory's house to deliver it. Then we sat around for a bit and tried to decide what to do. Then Dan and Rory decided they wanted to attend the football game like all those other conformists. Only I am a spoilsport, and I so didn't want to go. So Megan and I were like, "riiight" and we went to Malley's. There we sat in the parking lot, and she called Rob's house. His parents told her he was at work ,and she asked if we could go out there. I said fine, as long as I didn't have to see them.
So she dropped me off at Old Navy and went to Target to visit Rob (really, I just didn't feel the need to see Steve) But I got bored there, and wandered around the whole strip, and finally went to Panera, and she called me, and told me to come and we'd hang out with them for the evening. I was like, um, that's okay. So I called Spi and begged her (only she was very nice and compliant and I love her dearly) to come save me. Megan came to my humble Panera abode and we had a lil chit chat, until Spi came, and then we talked until 9ish, when Megan went back to Target with rob and Steve or whomever, and I went off with Spi. We went to her house and consumed the brownies she baked and the most SPLENDID brita water. I love that filter.
And no, in case you are all wondering, I am not resentful of Megan at all. I knew she really wanted to hang out with Rob, and she never sees him, and she can see me anytime, and she was properly remorseful of it, so I just didn't care. I just didn't feel like putting myself in that position. I mean, come on. Steve hates me with a ferverent passion. (though, might I just point out I never did a thing to him?) and Rob is too busy with Megan, so there's no way I'm going to third wheel myself.
So basically, today was a disappointment. I got yelled at for eating habits, failed two tests, and voluntarily got ditched (does that make sence?) by a friend. And tomorrow I'm bloody working.
And, just to keep the record straight, I hate my parents.
Surely I must hope that tomorrow is better.
Drink up mi hearties ;-)
Okay, seriously, soccer people
Okay. Wow. How many times do I have to point out to you that I am so NOT anorexic? Seriously, there is no need to call my mother at work and have a little heart to heart about my lack of eating habits (just becasue I don't have habits doesn't mean I don't eat. I'm just not on a freaking schedule.) Then my father has to lecture me about my eating. OMG, I swear to god, if I knew where Eileen was, I'd kill her. hmm, she may still be at practice. So now, the soccer team not only hates me and wants to send me away, but they want to ruin my life, too. Kickass.
Anyway. People who allow other people to outrightly bash their friends to them online, then don't do anything about it, or stick up for their friends or anything suck. Particuarly when the person doing the bashing has no reason to hate anyone anyway. I still want my game back. Megan, I still think you are a two-faced bitch, but for some reason, I love you anyway. Just stop letting Steve use you for his amusement. I do love you, though, deep down.
And Steg, I'm sorry I made plans with megan, we're not kicking you out, we just haven't bonded for a while. Sorry.
Jesus christ. Is not my saviour.
yo freaking-anorexic-bashed-back stabbed-kickass ho
Okay. Wow. How many times do I have to point out to you that I am so NOT anorexic? Seriously, there is no need to call my mother at work and have a little heart to heart about my lack of eating habits (just becasue I don't have habits doesn't mean I don't eat. I'm just not on a freaking schedule.) Then my father has to lecture me about my eating. OMG, I swear to god, if I knew where Eileen was, I'd kill her. hmm, she may still be at practice. So now, the soccer team not only hates me and wants to send me away, but they want to ruin my life, too. Kickass.
Anyway. People who allow other people to outrightly bash their friends to them online, then don't do anything about it, or stick up for their friends or anything suck. Particuarly when the person doing the bashing has no reason to hate anyone anyway. I still want my game back. Megan, I still think you are a two-faced bitch, but for some reason, I love you anyway. Just stop letting Steve use you for his amusement. I do love you, though, deep down.
And Steg, I'm sorry I made plans with megan, we're not kicking you out, we just haven't bonded for a while. Sorry.
Jesus christ. Is not my saviour.
yo freaking-anorexic-bashed-back stabbed-kickass ho
Soccer People!
Haha. I've been referred to harshly in that manner. By Schmitty. Even though she loves me (our power walk for twenty minutes today was awesome. kickass.)
Well, I haven't written for ::gasp:: two days! I feel negligant. I must write in here. But I haven't been online- father likes to kick me off. I hate him. I really do.
Anyway, so yesterday was the longest and most painful mass ever. Like, I swear, no one should have god shoved down their throats for that long. But it was exciting, because Mrs. P. came in at lunch. Well, she came in when lunch normally is, which means she got there when everyone was in class. Except for me, thanks to my lovely free mods! So I walked around with her for a half-hour or so. That woman rocks- she's so sweet and stuff, I love her.
also, I was going to go to bed at like 9 yesterday. But then I had to watch South Park (well, I didn't have to, but that show is my sick dirty pleasure) and then I was flipping channels (I was exercising and needed a few more minutes) and Matrix: Reloaded was on. I couldn't not watch it, it captivated me. So I stayed up until 11:30 with that.
Besides that, the day was boring. I totally watched Lost on Wednesday, in case you're wondering. Most excelent. I love the corny melodrama! It's so...stupid... yet...so...mind warping...
I had to get up early and clean my room today. Blaa.
Today was okay. Government and Spanish test, neither of which I did well on. Fell asleep in precalc. I think it may be impossible not to. Seriously, my Friday afternoons suck- Precalc, gov't, and spanish. Can we say snooze?
A bunch of people had shadows. It was weird, Juniors don't usually have them. But Parker had a sweet one, Sophie I think her name was. She was reading Meg Cabot Haunted and we discussed AP magazine and such. I liked her. ::stamp of approval:: Maybe next year's froshies will be halfway decent.
Katie, Cornielus, and I are all waaaaaaaaay too excited about working together.
So I got out of practice today. I was supposed to play with JV, but the Frosh went on their villa trip, and so it was cancelled. But summer wasn't there, so I was internding to participate with varsity. However, when I went there, they were like, "Why are you here?" and I told them, and Moira and Gross were like, "Leave stef. Go. Don't stay. run while you still can." Everyone thought I was crazy for offering up my afternon to practice. Last time I over-achieve. But really. We can all see just how much the team loves me.
Anyway, so here I am, 3:41. Yup yup. Pretty bored. Going to go run, perhaps to Megan's. Then I guess we're doing something tonight, though I will have to shower, of course.
yo ho
yo ho
a (over achieving) pirate's life for
~me
Haha. I've been referred to harshly in that manner. By Schmitty. Even though she loves me (our power walk for twenty minutes today was awesome. kickass.)
Well, I haven't written for ::gasp:: two days! I feel negligant. I must write in here. But I haven't been online- father likes to kick me off. I hate him. I really do.
Anyway, so yesterday was the longest and most painful mass ever. Like, I swear, no one should have god shoved down their throats for that long. But it was exciting, because Mrs. P. came in at lunch. Well, she came in when lunch normally is, which means she got there when everyone was in class. Except for me, thanks to my lovely free mods! So I walked around with her for a half-hour or so. That woman rocks- she's so sweet and stuff, I love her.
also, I was going to go to bed at like 9 yesterday. But then I had to watch South Park (well, I didn't have to, but that show is my sick dirty pleasure) and then I was flipping channels (I was exercising and needed a few more minutes) and Matrix: Reloaded was on. I couldn't not watch it, it captivated me. So I stayed up until 11:30 with that.
Besides that, the day was boring. I totally watched Lost on Wednesday, in case you're wondering. Most excelent. I love the corny melodrama! It's so...stupid... yet...so...mind warping...
I had to get up early and clean my room today. Blaa.
Today was okay. Government and Spanish test, neither of which I did well on. Fell asleep in precalc. I think it may be impossible not to. Seriously, my Friday afternoons suck- Precalc, gov't, and spanish. Can we say snooze?
A bunch of people had shadows. It was weird, Juniors don't usually have them. But Parker had a sweet one, Sophie I think her name was. She was reading Meg Cabot Haunted and we discussed AP magazine and such. I liked her. ::stamp of approval:: Maybe next year's froshies will be halfway decent.
Katie, Cornielus, and I are all waaaaaaaaay too excited about working together.
So I got out of practice today. I was supposed to play with JV, but the Frosh went on their villa trip, and so it was cancelled. But summer wasn't there, so I was internding to participate with varsity. However, when I went there, they were like, "Why are you here?" and I told them, and Moira and Gross were like, "Leave stef. Go. Don't stay. run while you still can." Everyone thought I was crazy for offering up my afternon to practice. Last time I over-achieve. But really. We can all see just how much the team loves me.
Anyway, so here I am, 3:41. Yup yup. Pretty bored. Going to go run, perhaps to Megan's. Then I guess we're doing something tonight, though I will have to shower, of course.
yo ho
yo ho
a (over achieving) pirate's life for
~me
Wednesday, October 06, 2004
Been singing that Song on the Radio
Intersting day today. Not really fun or anything, but mildly entertaining, which is always good.
Does anyone really care how I filled my day?
Oh, well, you're going to learn about it anyway. I have nothing to write about, so I describe my day. Deal.
Cornelius resisted arrest. Kick-ass.
Anyway, so. Got up, finished filling out Malley's papers. Then I met Caitlin at Caribou, and helped her do her lab, though it's probably all wrong. ooops... Anyway, then school, where I managed to pass both a vocab quiz in brit lit (I always forget about those bloody things) and a bio pop quiz (5/4, whoo hoo) (why is it that the one class I am excelling is is an AP course, while I can barely manage spanish 3 and theology? The world spins wrong on its axis, I tell you)
Shortened schedule + wednesday = obscenely long lunch with the rest of my classes being very very short. I left early to deliver the forms to Malley's, then dodged home and finished the work permit up for school. I'm all ready to work there, now, whoo hoo. My first day is Saturday, from 7-12. Yay? Cornelius is more excited than I am- she told me to call her when I'm done, haha. How great. The three of us working together. Kickass.
Then practice, also short, though as usual pointless. Well, that's a lie. It was a good prectice for the field people for once, working on structure in the middle and all that jazz, but Moira and I serve no purpose. We need to do our own drills. Then we got food. Yum.
Now my father is harassing me about my E-Mail not beig sufficient for colleges to write to. It's "not professional". Like they give a crap- the stupid things are all automated anyway. And like any colleges will send me information. And like it's not just spam ANYWAY. I hate college, and all that it stands for. Actually, I'm excited to go, I just wish that you didn't have to go through all this crap before hand. However, visiting is fun. Go New York.
Besides that, not much here. As usual. I was sad during the food consumption time of practice. Everyone was talking about stupid television shows that I have not, and never will see. Gilmore Girls, One Tree Hill (which, if you ask me, is a retarded name for a show), the OC, some beach...and Real World. (okay, I admit, I watched a few of those back when it was in Chicago) And the Blakes were not there to comfort me. Sadness. Nor were Ginley or Hannah present. So basically, I was lost.
Which reminds me. Lost is on tonight. I'm way too excited. No homework, and 20 minute classes tomorrow. Yippee!
Now, showering, exercising, and to the television!
yo ho
yo ho
a (boob tubed) pirate's life for
~me
(isn't that phrase just the bee's knees?)
Intersting day today. Not really fun or anything, but mildly entertaining, which is always good.
Does anyone really care how I filled my day?
Oh, well, you're going to learn about it anyway. I have nothing to write about, so I describe my day. Deal.
Cornelius resisted arrest. Kick-ass.
Anyway, so. Got up, finished filling out Malley's papers. Then I met Caitlin at Caribou, and helped her do her lab, though it's probably all wrong. ooops... Anyway, then school, where I managed to pass both a vocab quiz in brit lit (I always forget about those bloody things) and a bio pop quiz (5/4, whoo hoo) (why is it that the one class I am excelling is is an AP course, while I can barely manage spanish 3 and theology? The world spins wrong on its axis, I tell you)
Shortened schedule + wednesday = obscenely long lunch with the rest of my classes being very very short. I left early to deliver the forms to Malley's, then dodged home and finished the work permit up for school. I'm all ready to work there, now, whoo hoo. My first day is Saturday, from 7-12. Yay? Cornelius is more excited than I am- she told me to call her when I'm done, haha. How great. The three of us working together. Kickass.
Then practice, also short, though as usual pointless. Well, that's a lie. It was a good prectice for the field people for once, working on structure in the middle and all that jazz, but Moira and I serve no purpose. We need to do our own drills. Then we got food. Yum.
Now my father is harassing me about my E-Mail not beig sufficient for colleges to write to. It's "not professional". Like they give a crap- the stupid things are all automated anyway. And like any colleges will send me information. And like it's not just spam ANYWAY. I hate college, and all that it stands for. Actually, I'm excited to go, I just wish that you didn't have to go through all this crap before hand. However, visiting is fun. Go New York.
Besides that, not much here. As usual. I was sad during the food consumption time of practice. Everyone was talking about stupid television shows that I have not, and never will see. Gilmore Girls, One Tree Hill (which, if you ask me, is a retarded name for a show), the OC, some beach...and Real World. (okay, I admit, I watched a few of those back when it was in Chicago) And the Blakes were not there to comfort me. Sadness. Nor were Ginley or Hannah present. So basically, I was lost.
Which reminds me. Lost is on tonight. I'm way too excited. No homework, and 20 minute classes tomorrow. Yippee!
Now, showering, exercising, and to the television!
yo ho
yo ho
a (boob tubed) pirate's life for
~me
(isn't that phrase just the bee's knees?)
Tuesday, October 05, 2004
::Interrobang::
La caja. The Box. Yeah, didn't know that one on today's test. Way to go me, I suck at Spanish. I must pass, I must. And when I say pass, I mean get an A.
Dull day today. Well, that's not entirely true. I was awoken by a phone call at 7:30 and it was Lauren asking me where I was. Yeah, set my alarm wrong. So I took her to school, then grabbed my Caribou (that I must have) and ran back home. I was going to scrub my goalie gloves a bit, they're getting disgusting, but then I realised that it was shortened schedule and I had to be in by 8:45.
I made it though. And we had the assembly after school, and I did sound with Corns and Bodine, and it was fun. The seniors are in trouble, but don't ask me specifically why. The whole night in blue thing is really stupid- it's only a ploy to get more money for the school. Mind you, our tuition is like 903785238905789 dollars, more or less, and therefore I cannot explain why we need that much. What a tool. This NIB, what a tool. We are it's tool, actually.
Speaking of which- will anyone buy tickets from me and therefore help me get a day off of school so that I can go skiing with colleen and caitlin?
Spi just informed me that I was nominated at astronomy club for a position. Way to go me. I haven't even gone to any functions. Though I did make an ass of myself talking about it at the freshman meeting, and I made the mistake of mentioning the NASA guy, and all the frosh thought I was nuts. All because I'm retarded and attempted to get them to join by mentioning an inside joke. Loser.
Anyway, after I had practice, with varsity. No one made any mention of either Summer or mine's absence from practice yesterday. But we ran, first a mile, then a Chicago. After the mile, I almost passed out, I couldn't breathe or anything. I am such a whiny loser, I hate sitting out. But I did, and missed the Chicago. Which sucked in some ways and didn't in others. But anyway, I couldn't stop coughing after it. Like, I'm not sick or anything, I just couldn't stop coughing. It was so bad.
So then, because I am fat and lazy and couldn't run, Jera and Eileen took me after practice and basically asked me if I was anorexic. I was like....'nooooo' (because I am so not, and I had no idea that they half way cared enough to ask) (though I think it was more Jera then Eileen, because Jera has told me like four times since season started that I am losing weight) (which I am not, but if she wants to disillusion herself, fine with me) They were like, ' you haven't been dieting, have you?' (like I have the willpower to do that) I almost laughed in their faces. Nix that, I did laugh in their faces. I mean, nice that they care, I think, but get real. I like food too much to stop eating. I was tired because I was fat and lazy. (note: fat= not anorexic) And Monica had the exact same problem as I did, and they did not lecture her about eating. I told them I just wasn't getting enough sleep (which was true for the Walsh game, but not today- note that I over slept) and that I'd work on that. I didn't want to just say that I was not in condition. The would have been like, so run MORE. And that's a negative.
So in conclusion, my dad has to quit smoking, so that his second hand smoke stops trying to stifle my lungs. I like that conclusion, don't you.
Did anyone in honours brit lit notice that the middle english our father looks as though a five year old tried to spell the our father? I think so...
I need to go work out. I obviously got nothing done in practice today. Mum's making fajitas, or so she thinks. Really, she doesn't know what a fajita is. I should help her out, but the kitchen is too close to my father.
Hannah told me she read this. And that she was proud to be in it. It makes me special that I make people feel special. I think.
Anyway, to all who read, I bit thee adeiu!
Someone kill me. Back to Malley's at 8:30, I'll probably be working Saturday. All so I can save up for....anything my heart desires!
yo ho
yo ho
a (anorexic, not) pirate's life for
~me
I think I may go watch that movie. Again.
La caja. The Box. Yeah, didn't know that one on today's test. Way to go me, I suck at Spanish. I must pass, I must. And when I say pass, I mean get an A.
Dull day today. Well, that's not entirely true. I was awoken by a phone call at 7:30 and it was Lauren asking me where I was. Yeah, set my alarm wrong. So I took her to school, then grabbed my Caribou (that I must have) and ran back home. I was going to scrub my goalie gloves a bit, they're getting disgusting, but then I realised that it was shortened schedule and I had to be in by 8:45.
I made it though. And we had the assembly after school, and I did sound with Corns and Bodine, and it was fun. The seniors are in trouble, but don't ask me specifically why. The whole night in blue thing is really stupid- it's only a ploy to get more money for the school. Mind you, our tuition is like 903785238905789 dollars, more or less, and therefore I cannot explain why we need that much. What a tool. This NIB, what a tool. We are it's tool, actually.
Speaking of which- will anyone buy tickets from me and therefore help me get a day off of school so that I can go skiing with colleen and caitlin?
Spi just informed me that I was nominated at astronomy club for a position. Way to go me. I haven't even gone to any functions. Though I did make an ass of myself talking about it at the freshman meeting, and I made the mistake of mentioning the NASA guy, and all the frosh thought I was nuts. All because I'm retarded and attempted to get them to join by mentioning an inside joke. Loser.
Anyway, after I had practice, with varsity. No one made any mention of either Summer or mine's absence from practice yesterday. But we ran, first a mile, then a Chicago. After the mile, I almost passed out, I couldn't breathe or anything. I am such a whiny loser, I hate sitting out. But I did, and missed the Chicago. Which sucked in some ways and didn't in others. But anyway, I couldn't stop coughing after it. Like, I'm not sick or anything, I just couldn't stop coughing. It was so bad.
So then, because I am fat and lazy and couldn't run, Jera and Eileen took me after practice and basically asked me if I was anorexic. I was like....'nooooo' (because I am so not, and I had no idea that they half way cared enough to ask) (though I think it was more Jera then Eileen, because Jera has told me like four times since season started that I am losing weight) (which I am not, but if she wants to disillusion herself, fine with me) They were like, ' you haven't been dieting, have you?' (like I have the willpower to do that) I almost laughed in their faces. Nix that, I did laugh in their faces. I mean, nice that they care, I think, but get real. I like food too much to stop eating. I was tired because I was fat and lazy. (note: fat= not anorexic) And Monica had the exact same problem as I did, and they did not lecture her about eating. I told them I just wasn't getting enough sleep (which was true for the Walsh game, but not today- note that I over slept) and that I'd work on that. I didn't want to just say that I was not in condition. The would have been like, so run MORE. And that's a negative.
So in conclusion, my dad has to quit smoking, so that his second hand smoke stops trying to stifle my lungs. I like that conclusion, don't you.
Did anyone in honours brit lit notice that the middle english our father looks as though a five year old tried to spell the our father? I think so...
I need to go work out. I obviously got nothing done in practice today. Mum's making fajitas, or so she thinks. Really, she doesn't know what a fajita is. I should help her out, but the kitchen is too close to my father.
Hannah told me she read this. And that she was proud to be in it. It makes me special that I make people feel special. I think.
Anyway, to all who read, I bit thee adeiu!
Someone kill me. Back to Malley's at 8:30, I'll probably be working Saturday. All so I can save up for....anything my heart desires!
yo ho
yo ho
a (anorexic, not) pirate's life for
~me
I think I may go watch that movie. Again.
Monday, October 04, 2004
10000 Miles Gone
Actually, its on like 9995 miles, but that's not important. What's important is that I've driven this far in my car. (Ewe, rhyming) I like it. Man, I love to drive.
Exercise gives you endorphins, endorphins make you happy.
Happy people don't dwell on what needs to be said or done about the past, but ignore it and go on with the present. So that's what I'm doing. Yes.
Today I had the job interview at Malley's, and I got the job! Man, I'm excited- Corn Pads and Katie and I? Together? At a JOB? Oh, this is so deadly, it's absolutely wonderful! I have a nice little green smock and everything. Sweet shit man. So, if anyone out there is looking for ice cream, and doesn't (for some reason) already have 1208319843 friends working at ice cream parlours, do stop by sometime for some icy refreshment. Today Malley's, tomorrow, the WORLD.
After I was forced to endure the soccer team after school. It wasn't so bad actually, we made signs for senior day. Yeah, if any of you seniors are reading this, tough. Katie and I were OCD on the one we made for Jess. Unfortunatley, hers is a bit forlorn, because we couldn't think of any inside jokes to put on it. Mainly becasue we don't have any.
I wrote my brit lit essay during lunch today. It should get a D, I'm hoping.
I also drove Lauren to school today, and shall do so again tomorrow. It's quite a bit exciting. She's growing up, ::tear:: I'm so proud. But really, she's vastly matured in the last year. I'm now a bigger loser than she is. Okay, that's not saying much at all, but you catch my drift. However, I still like being a loser, and shall remain that way forever.
Some car across the street is beeping. I wish it would desist.
Anyway, I'm going to go bounce around some more.
Loudly. And obnoxiously. Because that's how I am.
yo ho
yo ho
a (lound and annoying) pirate's life for
~me
Actually, its on like 9995 miles, but that's not important. What's important is that I've driven this far in my car. (Ewe, rhyming) I like it. Man, I love to drive.
Exercise gives you endorphins, endorphins make you happy.
Happy people don't dwell on what needs to be said or done about the past, but ignore it and go on with the present. So that's what I'm doing. Yes.
Today I had the job interview at Malley's, and I got the job! Man, I'm excited- Corn Pads and Katie and I? Together? At a JOB? Oh, this is so deadly, it's absolutely wonderful! I have a nice little green smock and everything. Sweet shit man. So, if anyone out there is looking for ice cream, and doesn't (for some reason) already have 1208319843 friends working at ice cream parlours, do stop by sometime for some icy refreshment. Today Malley's, tomorrow, the WORLD.
After I was forced to endure the soccer team after school. It wasn't so bad actually, we made signs for senior day. Yeah, if any of you seniors are reading this, tough. Katie and I were OCD on the one we made for Jess. Unfortunatley, hers is a bit forlorn, because we couldn't think of any inside jokes to put on it. Mainly becasue we don't have any.
I wrote my brit lit essay during lunch today. It should get a D, I'm hoping.
I also drove Lauren to school today, and shall do so again tomorrow. It's quite a bit exciting. She's growing up, ::tear:: I'm so proud. But really, she's vastly matured in the last year. I'm now a bigger loser than she is. Okay, that's not saying much at all, but you catch my drift. However, I still like being a loser, and shall remain that way forever.
Some car across the street is beeping. I wish it would desist.
Anyway, I'm going to go bounce around some more.
Loudly. And obnoxiously. Because that's how I am.
yo ho
yo ho
a (lound and annoying) pirate's life for
~me
Sunday, October 03, 2004
Smile like You Mean It
Hmm, so. I think I may soon be an employee of Malley's. How exciting. But the lady was interviewing Katie Blake, and will have to call me back later. I hope they do. I really really need a job so that I can stop stealing money from my parents.
And I'm torn of what to save up for- an iPod or a new computer? The computer will take longer, but if I save up for it, I could actually make the iPod work when the times comes. Oh, well, let's see if I get the job first.
Went to Costco's with mother today. We bought a dozen frappy's for cheap. How I love them.
Yesterday we had a soccer game in the bitter, freezing, icy tormenting hell known as Madison. Or Mansfield. You know what, I don't really know, our bus driver was so confused. We got lost like 60 times. I played with JV, then had to sit, freezing my ass off, on the bench with varsity. It was fucking cold. I didn't like it. Not at all.
then I drove home amongst the bickering Blakes (oh, look, that's an alliteration Doc Wilson) And slept in the car in my wet, soggy warm ups. It sucked. then I got home changed my clothes, and slept some more. Until I woke up at 8 to watch Lost by myself. On a saturday night. And do you want to know what? It was amazing. I'm not going to lie, I enjoyed myself vastly. Steg even called, and Anne and she came over and watched the second half of it with me. After which ,we watched Wife Swap, which was so stupid, it was amusing.
Then they left, and I watched some Boy Meets World, and then Jurassic Park, but I had to stop that at one and go beck to sleep. I've slept a lot in the last week. I hope I'm not becoming depressed or whatever.
Oh, and back on Friday I went to Olive Gardin with the Blakes, Megan, Hannah, Nora, Jenna, and Karen. It was fun- we were all so pleasant after practice. After that, I went to Bodine's, and we met Scott, Brady, and Mike up at Goodtimes, where we rode go-karts and then went to the Alps to play tag on the swing set, like I used to in times of olde. (Thanks to those times of olde, I had a lot of hints of how to win lava tag.) (times of olde are over though. sigh.) And then we went ot mi casa, because I had a curfew for once for soccer. It was 10, how retarded. To make it worse, the never even called or anything. I was most angered.
And here I am, procrastinating on my brit lit paper and hoping the lady from Malley's calls me back. Katie said she should. I just talked to her, she was in the interview I kindly interrupted with my phone call returning. I find it amusing. Sheis working Friday from 7-12. That sucks.
Anyway, back to work.
yo ho
yo ho
a (lazy slacker) pirate's life for
~me
Hmm, so. I think I may soon be an employee of Malley's. How exciting. But the lady was interviewing Katie Blake, and will have to call me back later. I hope they do. I really really need a job so that I can stop stealing money from my parents.
And I'm torn of what to save up for- an iPod or a new computer? The computer will take longer, but if I save up for it, I could actually make the iPod work when the times comes. Oh, well, let's see if I get the job first.
Went to Costco's with mother today. We bought a dozen frappy's for cheap. How I love them.
Yesterday we had a soccer game in the bitter, freezing, icy tormenting hell known as Madison. Or Mansfield. You know what, I don't really know, our bus driver was so confused. We got lost like 60 times. I played with JV, then had to sit, freezing my ass off, on the bench with varsity. It was fucking cold. I didn't like it. Not at all.
then I drove home amongst the bickering Blakes (oh, look, that's an alliteration Doc Wilson) And slept in the car in my wet, soggy warm ups. It sucked. then I got home changed my clothes, and slept some more. Until I woke up at 8 to watch Lost by myself. On a saturday night. And do you want to know what? It was amazing. I'm not going to lie, I enjoyed myself vastly. Steg even called, and Anne and she came over and watched the second half of it with me. After which ,we watched Wife Swap, which was so stupid, it was amusing.
Then they left, and I watched some Boy Meets World, and then Jurassic Park, but I had to stop that at one and go beck to sleep. I've slept a lot in the last week. I hope I'm not becoming depressed or whatever.
Oh, and back on Friday I went to Olive Gardin with the Blakes, Megan, Hannah, Nora, Jenna, and Karen. It was fun- we were all so pleasant after practice. After that, I went to Bodine's, and we met Scott, Brady, and Mike up at Goodtimes, where we rode go-karts and then went to the Alps to play tag on the swing set, like I used to in times of olde. (Thanks to those times of olde, I had a lot of hints of how to win lava tag.) (times of olde are over though. sigh.) And then we went ot mi casa, because I had a curfew for once for soccer. It was 10, how retarded. To make it worse, the never even called or anything. I was most angered.
And here I am, procrastinating on my brit lit paper and hoping the lady from Malley's calls me back. Katie said she should. I just talked to her, she was in the interview I kindly interrupted with my phone call returning. I find it amusing. Sheis working Friday from 7-12. That sucks.
Anyway, back to work.
yo ho
yo ho
a (lazy slacker) pirate's life for
~me