Some People, You Know?
Well, here we are, the fateful day of Mags/Westlake and Iggy's/ed's. Blue vs. Green day. And I'm not to sure blue has any sort of chance....
Well, we should beat Westlake, but with the way things have been going? not likely.
Okay, well, last night work was okay, but it kind of sucked because someone here did all the freaking work while certain other name-protected people (Kristen and Katie) spent their day looking through a dictionary to find a word that didn't exist.
A bunch of amigos did stop by: Elizabeth, Spi, Rory, Dan, Anne, Joanne, and Caitlin. Technically Dever stopped by, too, but she ditched everyone (and may I point out that aparentally she is the one who made plans?) to go, um, "hang out" with Rob. (so that's what they're calling it these days) Bodine and Scott also came by to drop off my ticket. Yay.
But afterwards, Katie, Cornelius, Ryan, Sean, and I went to Applebee's and it was mucho fun. Why, I'm not sure, but I think it has something to do with the fact that Katie laughed so hard she lost control of her limbs. Yes, that could possibly be it.
Just thought I'd leave you a morsel of my life before I proceed to soccer.
Today better be mucho funo.
yo ho
yo ho
a pirate's life for
~me
Saturday, October 16, 2004
Thursday, October 14, 2004
The Possibility's Thin
Today was semi kind of sort of fun. School kind of sucked- it was way too long, I have too much work to do for it today, and I missed a memo on that little pre-calc quiz. I failed. There's not a single doubt in my mind. Bah, I hate pre-calc.
So first of all, we were all dreading practice with that curious sense of forboding that only field monsters and ten 100-yard sprints can yeild. However, it wasn't bad at all! We did a like 12 minute indian run. Mind you that Molly Gross's idea of a jog pretty much beats out my idea of a sprint, but still. We had to dribble a ball while we did it, too, which of course didn't go so hot for me. We played posession, though, and I wasn't a complete detriment to my team, so that was most superb. Then we did this neato little sprint thing where we had to run to the person at the next cone on our team, until we got all the way around this nifty little circuit. And here I must quoth Hannah Smith, "I like it, I like it" (she told me to) anyway, but it was cool- even the part where Hannah and I had to run an extra sprint because some incompetent fool put an extra set of cones in there. Anyway, I suck at running, and that was the moral of that story. Then we played JV in a giant game of handball. Only we played by varsity rules, and that worked out a lot better for us, as we don't follow the rules of the game at all, and therefore would suck in a ligitimate game.
So, all in all, practice wasn't horrible like we all expected. Last game is on Saturday. Well, for regular season, anyway.
So my weekend ought to be jam-packed. I'm half excited and half worn out from it already. Plus my back has been bothering me a lot recently. Damn bookbag. Between that and Katie and me beating each other up, I don't think I'll make it to November. Not like anything happens in November. December is where it's at, bitch! Go my birthday! I'm getting psyched. Anyone reading this who intends to purchase me anything, get me a gift card. To anywhere decent. Hot Topic, Best Buy, the mall, just something useful. Do not get me anything pertaining to Malley's.
Ryan is getting the best present ever, and Katie and Kristen and Sean and I all know it.
Um, so, I need new CDs. So if you have any suggestions, don't bother telling me, just hand me the CD and let me burn it, or if you will, burn it yourself and give it to me. And someone remind me to download "Vindicated" in honour of Katie.
Team Malley's tomorrow.
Saturday= Ed's/Iggy's game. Yes, I am okay with the idea that Ed's is going to win, even though I am sitting on the Ignatius side. Truth be told, I don't really care, I'm just tres excited to be going! I shall be taking Steg, as she is has-her-own-car impared. There we shall meet up with Bodine and Scott and Brady and multiple other peoples of wonderment and amazement.
I feel sick to my stomach. This sucks. I hate being sick. Maybe the salmon I had was poisoned. But then again, salmon is yummy and I therefore do not care.
NI NI NI NI NI
I think that's neither in spanish. Who cares, it's so bloody funny, what with that movie and all. Holy Grail. Yes.
I have Windows Media Player running on random through every song I own. It's very strange. I am hearing songs I haven't heard in forever. Most of them for good reason...
Anyway, I really have a lot to do, so now that the world can share in the joys of an actual fun and productive soccer practice, I must be off.
But first I would like to say something to someone who I highly doubt ever reads this. "Haha, that's what happens when you turn to the dark side!"
Posers. What can you do with them?
yo ho
yo ho
a (nifty) pirate's life for
~me
Today was semi kind of sort of fun. School kind of sucked- it was way too long, I have too much work to do for it today, and I missed a memo on that little pre-calc quiz. I failed. There's not a single doubt in my mind. Bah, I hate pre-calc.
So first of all, we were all dreading practice with that curious sense of forboding that only field monsters and ten 100-yard sprints can yeild. However, it wasn't bad at all! We did a like 12 minute indian run. Mind you that Molly Gross's idea of a jog pretty much beats out my idea of a sprint, but still. We had to dribble a ball while we did it, too, which of course didn't go so hot for me. We played posession, though, and I wasn't a complete detriment to my team, so that was most superb. Then we did this neato little sprint thing where we had to run to the person at the next cone on our team, until we got all the way around this nifty little circuit. And here I must quoth Hannah Smith, "I like it, I like it" (she told me to) anyway, but it was cool- even the part where Hannah and I had to run an extra sprint because some incompetent fool put an extra set of cones in there. Anyway, I suck at running, and that was the moral of that story. Then we played JV in a giant game of handball. Only we played by varsity rules, and that worked out a lot better for us, as we don't follow the rules of the game at all, and therefore would suck in a ligitimate game.
So, all in all, practice wasn't horrible like we all expected. Last game is on Saturday. Well, for regular season, anyway.
So my weekend ought to be jam-packed. I'm half excited and half worn out from it already. Plus my back has been bothering me a lot recently. Damn bookbag. Between that and Katie and me beating each other up, I don't think I'll make it to November. Not like anything happens in November. December is where it's at, bitch! Go my birthday! I'm getting psyched. Anyone reading this who intends to purchase me anything, get me a gift card. To anywhere decent. Hot Topic, Best Buy, the mall, just something useful. Do not get me anything pertaining to Malley's.
Ryan is getting the best present ever, and Katie and Kristen and Sean and I all know it.
Um, so, I need new CDs. So if you have any suggestions, don't bother telling me, just hand me the CD and let me burn it, or if you will, burn it yourself and give it to me. And someone remind me to download "Vindicated" in honour of Katie.
Team Malley's tomorrow.
Saturday= Ed's/Iggy's game. Yes, I am okay with the idea that Ed's is going to win, even though I am sitting on the Ignatius side. Truth be told, I don't really care, I'm just tres excited to be going! I shall be taking Steg, as she is has-her-own-car impared. There we shall meet up with Bodine and Scott and Brady and multiple other peoples of wonderment and amazement.
I feel sick to my stomach. This sucks. I hate being sick. Maybe the salmon I had was poisoned. But then again, salmon is yummy and I therefore do not care.
NI NI NI NI NI
I think that's neither in spanish. Who cares, it's so bloody funny, what with that movie and all. Holy Grail. Yes.
I have Windows Media Player running on random through every song I own. It's very strange. I am hearing songs I haven't heard in forever. Most of them for good reason...
Anyway, I really have a lot to do, so now that the world can share in the joys of an actual fun and productive soccer practice, I must be off.
But first I would like to say something to someone who I highly doubt ever reads this. "Haha, that's what happens when you turn to the dark side!"
Posers. What can you do with them?
yo ho
yo ho
a (nifty) pirate's life for
~me
We're Not Living in America
Okay, this is like, officially the funniest thing ever:
(to view in first person, go to www.google.com, type in “weapons of mass destruction” and click “I’m feeling lucky”
These Weapons of Mass Destruction cannot be displayed
The weapons you are looking for are currently unavailable. The country might be experiencing technical difficulties, or you may need to adjust your weapons inspectors mandate.
Please try the following:
Click the Regime change button, or try again later.
If you are George Bush and typed the country's name in the address bar, make sure that it is spelled correctly. (IRAQ).
To check your weapons inspector settings, click the UN menu, and then click Weapons Inspector Options. On the Security Council tab, click Consensus. The settings should match those provided by your government or NATO.
If the Security Council has enabled it, The United States of America can examine your country and automatically discover Weapons of Mass Destruction.If you would like to use the CIA to try and discover them, click Detect weapons
Some countries require 128 thousand troops to liberate them. Click the Panic menu and then click About US foreign policy to determine what regime they will install.
If you are an Old European Country trying to protect your interests, make sure your options are left wide open as long as possible. Click the Tools menu, and then click on League of Nations. On the Advanced tab, scroll to the Head in the Sand section and check settings for your exports to Iraq.
Click the Bomb button if you are Donald Rumsfeld.
Cannot find weapons or CIA ErrorIraqi ExplorerBush went to Iraq to look for Weapons of Mass Destruction and all he found was this lousy T-shirt.
If that doesn’t make you chuckle to within an inch of your life, I don’t know what will. Thanks to Katie Blake for that link. By the way, she’s sitting next to me, and we’re in the computer lab, and right now I’m “taking notes” on our topic for government. Only wait, I am not sure what our topic is. Something about economics. Obviously not too important. Well, really it is, because taxes mean that I do not get as much money per Malley’s paycheck. Bummer.
Anyway, so I still want to reflect upon the whole time/space continuum thing in my mind, but I am not slick enough to go into deep philosophical deliberation while sitting in 102. So I’m going to reflect on Lost, instead.
Lost rocks my socks. I don’t care if it’s some stupid, melodramatic television program with a loose plot and lousy actors. (well, they aren’t all sucky, but you know- they’re not exactly Harrison Ford) It’s exciting, and worth watching.
I really should help Katie with this thing. I’m off.
Yo ho
Yo ho
A (lazy) pirate’s life for~me
Okay, this is like, officially the funniest thing ever:
(to view in first person, go to www.google.com, type in “weapons of mass destruction” and click “I’m feeling lucky”
These Weapons of Mass Destruction cannot be displayed
The weapons you are looking for are currently unavailable. The country might be experiencing technical difficulties, or you may need to adjust your weapons inspectors mandate.
Please try the following:
Click the Regime change button, or try again later.
If you are George Bush and typed the country's name in the address bar, make sure that it is spelled correctly. (IRAQ).
To check your weapons inspector settings, click the UN menu, and then click Weapons Inspector Options. On the Security Council tab, click Consensus. The settings should match those provided by your government or NATO.
If the Security Council has enabled it, The United States of America can examine your country and automatically discover Weapons of Mass Destruction.If you would like to use the CIA to try and discover them, click Detect weapons
Some countries require 128 thousand troops to liberate them. Click the Panic menu and then click About US foreign policy to determine what regime they will install.
If you are an Old European Country trying to protect your interests, make sure your options are left wide open as long as possible. Click the Tools menu, and then click on League of Nations. On the Advanced tab, scroll to the Head in the Sand section and check settings for your exports to Iraq.
Click the Bomb button if you are Donald Rumsfeld.
Cannot find weapons or CIA ErrorIraqi ExplorerBush went to Iraq to look for Weapons of Mass Destruction and all he found was this lousy T-shirt.
If that doesn’t make you chuckle to within an inch of your life, I don’t know what will. Thanks to Katie Blake for that link. By the way, she’s sitting next to me, and we’re in the computer lab, and right now I’m “taking notes” on our topic for government. Only wait, I am not sure what our topic is. Something about economics. Obviously not too important. Well, really it is, because taxes mean that I do not get as much money per Malley’s paycheck. Bummer.
Anyway, so I still want to reflect upon the whole time/space continuum thing in my mind, but I am not slick enough to go into deep philosophical deliberation while sitting in 102. So I’m going to reflect on Lost, instead.
Lost rocks my socks. I don’t care if it’s some stupid, melodramatic television program with a loose plot and lousy actors. (well, they aren’t all sucky, but you know- they’re not exactly Harrison Ford) It’s exciting, and worth watching.
I really should help Katie with this thing. I’m off.
Yo ho
Yo ho
A (lazy) pirate’s life for~me
Wednesday, October 13, 2004
I am selfish, I am wrong
That song absolutely refuses to leave the confines of my head.
Today was splendid fun! School was only for three hours- though Mrs. Rose attempted to keep us hostage later than that, and Mr. Phillips started rambling about us rationing and climbing into the courtyard for sushi fish and water. Oh, wow... good times with Mr. P!
Megan and I both have vindicated in our profile. How fucking awesome.
Anyway, so after I went to the mall with Katie and Kristen. (Sarah and Catherine went, too, but they didn't stand in Sam Goody with us for like three hours talking about what movie to buy Ryan) Anyway, so then we got Sean to come, too, but he's stupid and somehow managed to get lost in Westgate...yeah. So then we ended up getting Ryan like, the most brilliant gift EVER, only I'm not going to write about it, in case he is one of the people who stumble upon this little titbit of the internet. But let's just say that it bloody rocks.
Anyway, after, Kristen and Katie came to mi casa, and I burned CDs for them (20 in total) and Kristen decorated them, and Katie talked to Patrick who sang for her (aka, US). So bsically, Katie sat on her ass while the rest of us were splendid and wonderful and awesome. We were all on crack. Defer to profile if you're wondering.
Okay, so now I'm trying to save music in Windows Media Player, and it's taking like six hours. How annoying.
I had this really deep thing to reflect on and dicuss in here, but I have to pee to bad to care, then I must shower and prepare to go visiting various peoples tonight.
So for later.
yo ho
yo ho
a (music) pirate's life for
~me
That song absolutely refuses to leave the confines of my head.
Today was splendid fun! School was only for three hours- though Mrs. Rose attempted to keep us hostage later than that, and Mr. Phillips started rambling about us rationing and climbing into the courtyard for sushi fish and water. Oh, wow... good times with Mr. P!
Megan and I both have vindicated in our profile. How fucking awesome.
Anyway, so after I went to the mall with Katie and Kristen. (Sarah and Catherine went, too, but they didn't stand in Sam Goody with us for like three hours talking about what movie to buy Ryan) Anyway, so then we got Sean to come, too, but he's stupid and somehow managed to get lost in Westgate...yeah. So then we ended up getting Ryan like, the most brilliant gift EVER, only I'm not going to write about it, in case he is one of the people who stumble upon this little titbit of the internet. But let's just say that it bloody rocks.
Anyway, after, Kristen and Katie came to mi casa, and I burned CDs for them (20 in total) and Kristen decorated them, and Katie talked to Patrick who sang for her (aka, US). So bsically, Katie sat on her ass while the rest of us were splendid and wonderful and awesome. We were all on crack. Defer to profile if you're wondering.
Okay, so now I'm trying to save music in Windows Media Player, and it's taking like six hours. How annoying.
I had this really deep thing to reflect on and dicuss in here, but I have to pee to bad to care, then I must shower and prepare to go visiting various peoples tonight.
So for later.
yo ho
yo ho
a (music) pirate's life for
~me
Tuesday, October 12, 2004
Characteristicas
Yeah- not really working on Spanish. I should, though- I know nothing about that class, and I am so going to fail. I have a freaking 91.9%. Like seriously, someone has to be kidding me.
Anyway, I went in to work last night. Well, not to work, just in the workplace, in order to find out my schedule. The damn Malley’s people were like, “Can you work Saturday? No? Okay, well then you can work Friday and Sunday.” “Muahaha” So basically, my whole weekend is already shot. So let’s review my plans:
Friday: 3:30-5 = practice
5-6:30 = Gross’s for team dinner
7-12 = Malley’s slavery
Saturday: 12-5:30ish = Soccer game vs. Westlake, the most important game like, all season
7-10ish = Ed’s/Ignatius football game.
10-? = hopefully doing something after, if I have any friends
Sunday = 7-10 work (before that = homework)
So yes, that’s my most excellent and exciting weekend, aren’t you jealous? No, I wouldn’t be either.
I’m still annoyed with people who don’t even pretend to stick up for their friends. And with people who don’t even pretend to be your friend. It’s just so exasperating to put up with people you’ve known forever, then realise that they aren’t really your good friends at all. That your really good friends are the ones you least expect. Or don’t realise until they’re there for you to help pick you up when your other “friends” cast you aside. I don’t like being cast aside. It’s a thing I have, sorry.
Oh, my God, so all the lights in the Junior highway are covered in green cellophane. And it’s a very weird, LSDish experience to walk out of the bright lights of 214 or 215 into the dim green hallway. It makes everyone look so ill. And it drowns out the red in Fenner’s hair, or so we discerned. Another awesome LSD experience is “The Dark of the Matinee” by Franz Ferdinand. I swear… the music is just so… frolicly.
Lyla just killed like 23872389 trees. Call me a tree hugger, but come on. So many poor, innocent trees are killed to make paper. This is why I believe we shouldn’t get homework, on paper anyway. I mean, think how many acres of forest are innocently destructed in order to make it possible for us to ‘learn’. I really think the whole thing is evil. Without trees we can’t have energy from photosynthesis to consume so that cellular respiration may occur and help our bodies to make ATP for cell energy. Okay, yes I just spent time studying for bio. But come on. Save the planet or something.
Speaking of which, I went faithfully to Caribou yesterday to study for Bio. I saw Maya there- she and Lyla plan on visiting me on Friday. Maybe I’ll fuck up less if we actually have dishes, and not disposable items.
I also went to Caribou this morning, being that it is Tuesday morning. Got a campfire mocha. Not bad, but I prefer my caramel. As if the world cares.
I really need to be more witty and incisive and funny and such. There’s no way anyone could possibly have the patience for this bloge any longer.
Well,
Yo ho
Yo ho
A (cariboued) pirate’s life for
~me
Lyla and Sarah are next to me reading sick things from the Cosmopolitan magazine Lyla brought. I believe I am disturbed.
Yeah- not really working on Spanish. I should, though- I know nothing about that class, and I am so going to fail. I have a freaking 91.9%. Like seriously, someone has to be kidding me.
Anyway, I went in to work last night. Well, not to work, just in the workplace, in order to find out my schedule. The damn Malley’s people were like, “Can you work Saturday? No? Okay, well then you can work Friday and Sunday.” “Muahaha” So basically, my whole weekend is already shot. So let’s review my plans:
Friday: 3:30-5 = practice
5-6:30 = Gross’s for team dinner
7-12 = Malley’s slavery
Saturday: 12-5:30ish = Soccer game vs. Westlake, the most important game like, all season
7-10ish = Ed’s/Ignatius football game.
10-? = hopefully doing something after, if I have any friends
Sunday = 7-10 work (before that = homework)
So yes, that’s my most excellent and exciting weekend, aren’t you jealous? No, I wouldn’t be either.
I’m still annoyed with people who don’t even pretend to stick up for their friends. And with people who don’t even pretend to be your friend. It’s just so exasperating to put up with people you’ve known forever, then realise that they aren’t really your good friends at all. That your really good friends are the ones you least expect. Or don’t realise until they’re there for you to help pick you up when your other “friends” cast you aside. I don’t like being cast aside. It’s a thing I have, sorry.
Oh, my God, so all the lights in the Junior highway are covered in green cellophane. And it’s a very weird, LSDish experience to walk out of the bright lights of 214 or 215 into the dim green hallway. It makes everyone look so ill. And it drowns out the red in Fenner’s hair, or so we discerned. Another awesome LSD experience is “The Dark of the Matinee” by Franz Ferdinand. I swear… the music is just so… frolicly.
Lyla just killed like 23872389 trees. Call me a tree hugger, but come on. So many poor, innocent trees are killed to make paper. This is why I believe we shouldn’t get homework, on paper anyway. I mean, think how many acres of forest are innocently destructed in order to make it possible for us to ‘learn’. I really think the whole thing is evil. Without trees we can’t have energy from photosynthesis to consume so that cellular respiration may occur and help our bodies to make ATP for cell energy. Okay, yes I just spent time studying for bio. But come on. Save the planet or something.
Speaking of which, I went faithfully to Caribou yesterday to study for Bio. I saw Maya there- she and Lyla plan on visiting me on Friday. Maybe I’ll fuck up less if we actually have dishes, and not disposable items.
I also went to Caribou this morning, being that it is Tuesday morning. Got a campfire mocha. Not bad, but I prefer my caramel. As if the world cares.
I really need to be more witty and incisive and funny and such. There’s no way anyone could possibly have the patience for this bloge any longer.
Well,
Yo ho
Yo ho
A (cariboued) pirate’s life for
~me
Lyla and Sarah are next to me reading sick things from the Cosmopolitan magazine Lyla brought. I believe I am disturbed.
Monday, October 11, 2004
So Much Better on Holiday
Mmhm, I've been listening to Franz Ferdinand tonight. It's most enjoyable. Take me out. Yes.
So, thanks to a most delightful turn of events, I am playing my last game with JV tomorrow and shall join varsity on saturday at Westlake. I'm kind of excited- Westlake will be a much more fun game to play Westlake with, and JV people basically hate me becasue I sucked so much Saturday. Oh, well, I suppose I'll soon be rid of them. Though Moira and summer and I got to mentor Carly a bit in the ways of goalkeeping. And so convenient it was, being the second last game of the season and all. Right.
Anyway, this also means that the game I play will be at 3 PM, instead of one, which helps certain things fall into place:
~ I didn't really lie at Malley's when I said I had a late game. sure, I could work, but come on, ed's/Iggy's? so not passing that up
~ I never lied to Corey about saying I couldn't make his hc until right at seven. So, see, I really don't lie. The Importance of Being Earnest and all of that.
~ I don't have to sit on the stands with the JV people, while really desiring to go talk to my Westlake friends. Because yes, I have a few of those.
~ I can't completely fuck up the last game of the season
Isn't it ironic? Good news, just like I needed. I think I'm seeing a trend. When I really need something to keep me going, or when I realyl earnestly wish for something, I get it. Only, it's never how I want it.
Typical life.
Anyway, I am hoping that I can actually go to the Ed's/Iggy's game on this most spectacular Sweetest Day. (I would never have known that if I hadn't started working at Malley's) Brady said he'd procure me a ticket, which would be splendiferous. Means I suppose I'm spending the game on the Iggy's side? Sorry people who would desire anything else. If you really feel the need to see me on the Ed's side, get me a ticket.
Anyway. Thanks to Megan and her stupid reminising, I was thinking about the summer. I kind of miss it, but not enough to go back. I am thinking that I am not built for regret. Maybe this makes me callous, maybe just forward-thinking, but who knows. It's reasons like this why I hate drudging up the past.
I must check my Malley's schedule, to tell the many readers out there when I work next.
I seem to find a new reader of this buddy everyday. I was talking to Syd today. She reads it, though I neglect hers over on the redSpark screenname. I should look into it again. I was making fun of her today in free mod. But she was setting herself up for it. Hehe.
Anyway, I suppose we should pull a Caesar Augustus and do a census. So if you read this shout out.
You know, just so I know who not to bitch about ;-)
O:-)
But then again, I've been re-updating this so often, I doubt you people out there can keep up. Well try. I am needing to feel special. It's something that happens very rarely recently. I am a spoiled only child brat. AAAAnd I love it.
My ballad got nice reactions today. I think everyone thinks I was stabbed in the back.
Which goes nicely with the tone of this last month.
yo ho
yo ho
a (everything is so ironic) pirate's life for
~me
Mmhm, I've been listening to Franz Ferdinand tonight. It's most enjoyable. Take me out. Yes.
So, thanks to a most delightful turn of events, I am playing my last game with JV tomorrow and shall join varsity on saturday at Westlake. I'm kind of excited- Westlake will be a much more fun game to play Westlake with, and JV people basically hate me becasue I sucked so much Saturday. Oh, well, I suppose I'll soon be rid of them. Though Moira and summer and I got to mentor Carly a bit in the ways of goalkeeping. And so convenient it was, being the second last game of the season and all. Right.
Anyway, this also means that the game I play will be at 3 PM, instead of one, which helps certain things fall into place:
~ I didn't really lie at Malley's when I said I had a late game. sure, I could work, but come on, ed's/Iggy's? so not passing that up
~ I never lied to Corey about saying I couldn't make his hc until right at seven. So, see, I really don't lie. The Importance of Being Earnest and all of that.
~ I don't have to sit on the stands with the JV people, while really desiring to go talk to my Westlake friends. Because yes, I have a few of those.
~ I can't completely fuck up the last game of the season
Isn't it ironic? Good news, just like I needed. I think I'm seeing a trend. When I really need something to keep me going, or when I realyl earnestly wish for something, I get it. Only, it's never how I want it.
Typical life.
Anyway, I am hoping that I can actually go to the Ed's/Iggy's game on this most spectacular Sweetest Day. (I would never have known that if I hadn't started working at Malley's) Brady said he'd procure me a ticket, which would be splendiferous. Means I suppose I'm spending the game on the Iggy's side? Sorry people who would desire anything else. If you really feel the need to see me on the Ed's side, get me a ticket.
Anyway. Thanks to Megan and her stupid reminising, I was thinking about the summer. I kind of miss it, but not enough to go back. I am thinking that I am not built for regret. Maybe this makes me callous, maybe just forward-thinking, but who knows. It's reasons like this why I hate drudging up the past.
I must check my Malley's schedule, to tell the many readers out there when I work next.
I seem to find a new reader of this buddy everyday. I was talking to Syd today. She reads it, though I neglect hers over on the redSpark screenname. I should look into it again. I was making fun of her today in free mod. But she was setting herself up for it. Hehe.
Anyway, I suppose we should pull a Caesar Augustus and do a census. So if you read this shout out.
You know, just so I know who not to bitch about ;-)
O:-)
But then again, I've been re-updating this so often, I doubt you people out there can keep up. Well try. I am needing to feel special. It's something that happens very rarely recently. I am a spoiled only child brat. AAAAnd I love it.
My ballad got nice reactions today. I think everyone thinks I was stabbed in the back.
Which goes nicely with the tone of this last month.
yo ho
yo ho
a (everything is so ironic) pirate's life for
~me
Sunday, October 10, 2004
Save a horse- Ride a Cowboy
I have yet to hear that song.
anyway, to put in my *awesome* ballad:
I hate how you lie to yourself,
And how you lie to me.
I wish that you could see the truth-
You knew how this could be.
I'm not here to tell what to do,
I'm not your little voice.
Please stop asking me to decide-
You can make your own choice.
You're not as blameless as you think-
You know it to be true.
You lie and cheat and you deceive
In all the things you do.
Do not ask for my forgiveness,
That's not what you need now.
You must account for what you've done-
If only you knew how.
so yes. That's my brit lit ballad. Not bad, and hopefully better than that stupid poem...
I Really Really REALLY need something fun and awesome to happen to me, or I might crack. Because seriously, this last week has sucked. And I need to re-cheer myself.
Though if things had continued how they were, I'd be even worse. See I'm not depressed, I just feel like nothing good is happening to me right now. And that bloody soccer game. Ah. Bad.
Sometimes I feel like no one loved me. Damn my only child selfishness.
Anyway, if anyone is up for a CP trip this Sunday, that would rock. Just shoutout or talk to me at school. Let's get a big group, b/c I have yet to go with a really big group, and I think that, what with it being Halloweekends and all, it would be great fun.
Also, I need to go shopping for decent clothes. I don't have any wintry stuff. Maybe I should grab a pair or two of sherpa boots.... right.
Anyway, now that I've posted like 03580193875 times this weekend, I think I'm going to bed. If the cafe au lait lets me.
yo ho
yo ho
a (caffinated) pirate's life for
~me
I have yet to hear that song.
anyway, to put in my *awesome* ballad:
I hate how you lie to yourself,
And how you lie to me.
I wish that you could see the truth-
You knew how this could be.
I'm not here to tell what to do,
I'm not your little voice.
Please stop asking me to decide-
You can make your own choice.
You're not as blameless as you think-
You know it to be true.
You lie and cheat and you deceive
In all the things you do.
Do not ask for my forgiveness,
That's not what you need now.
You must account for what you've done-
If only you knew how.
so yes. That's my brit lit ballad. Not bad, and hopefully better than that stupid poem...
I Really Really REALLY need something fun and awesome to happen to me, or I might crack. Because seriously, this last week has sucked. And I need to re-cheer myself.
Though if things had continued how they were, I'd be even worse. See I'm not depressed, I just feel like nothing good is happening to me right now. And that bloody soccer game. Ah. Bad.
Sometimes I feel like no one loved me. Damn my only child selfishness.
Anyway, if anyone is up for a CP trip this Sunday, that would rock. Just shoutout or talk to me at school. Let's get a big group, b/c I have yet to go with a really big group, and I think that, what with it being Halloweekends and all, it would be great fun.
Also, I need to go shopping for decent clothes. I don't have any wintry stuff. Maybe I should grab a pair or two of sherpa boots.... right.
Anyway, now that I've posted like 03580193875 times this weekend, I think I'm going to bed. If the cafe au lait lets me.
yo ho
yo ho
a (caffinated) pirate's life for
~me
At the Car Wash, Yeah
Mhm, ghetto seventies, right here.
Anyway, as many of you know, last night was my first night at work. It wasn't bad at all- in fact, it was the only part of my weekend that is considered salvagable. My co-workers are a most amusing set. I was particularly fond of Dave, or "Oliver" as his name tag said (he forgot his- they didn't even make one for me, so I wore Cornelius's and was "Kristen" all night. I confused a lot of people) hit on Sam. Yes, that's right- Sam Gerus, Colleen's b/f thing (depending on the day), the biggest homophobe EVER. Colleen was commenting about how someone told her "OMG, sam is so hot" and Dave was like, "yeah, I can see what she means" and then Sam proceeded to blush. Oh, wow, that was funny. Steg and anne also stopped by, as did Megan and Matt. They (Megan and Matt) also wrote on my car in blue washable paint stuff, which still hasn't completely come off, despite the fact I went to the car wash today. Also I made eight bucks in tips, which was pretty cool. Money makes me happy.
Today I went to Eaton town Chagrin Boulevard shopping centre. No, I'm not sure why they call it eaton, but they do. anyway, mum had to get a new filter for that disgusting crap my father smokes. And I had to drive her, because she is incompetent. however, I took her a long route. It was nice, even though we ended up in Mentor on the way home. Oh well. At least I knew where we were...
Anyway, also we went to Coldstone creamery, corky and lenny's (to pick up a most excellent jewish dinner) and then to Barnes and Noble. We started a membership there, and I bought a book, which I have already read. I suck.
Anyway, I'm hoping this week improves. Unfortunately, most of the people I am currently associating with were either out of town or working this weekend. I have not been furtherly scheduled for Malley's yet.
And I don't think I can go to Nintendo Fusion Tour.
I hate things.
yo ho
yo ho
a pirate's life for
~me
Now, on to bio studying!
Mhm, ghetto seventies, right here.
Anyway, as many of you know, last night was my first night at work. It wasn't bad at all- in fact, it was the only part of my weekend that is considered salvagable. My co-workers are a most amusing set. I was particularly fond of Dave, or "Oliver" as his name tag said (he forgot his- they didn't even make one for me, so I wore Cornelius's and was "Kristen" all night. I confused a lot of people) hit on Sam. Yes, that's right- Sam Gerus, Colleen's b/f thing (depending on the day), the biggest homophobe EVER. Colleen was commenting about how someone told her "OMG, sam is so hot" and Dave was like, "yeah, I can see what she means" and then Sam proceeded to blush. Oh, wow, that was funny. Steg and anne also stopped by, as did Megan and Matt. They (Megan and Matt) also wrote on my car in blue washable paint stuff, which still hasn't completely come off, despite the fact I went to the car wash today. Also I made eight bucks in tips, which was pretty cool. Money makes me happy.
Today I went to Eaton town Chagrin Boulevard shopping centre. No, I'm not sure why they call it eaton, but they do. anyway, mum had to get a new filter for that disgusting crap my father smokes. And I had to drive her, because she is incompetent. however, I took her a long route. It was nice, even though we ended up in Mentor on the way home. Oh well. At least I knew where we were...
Anyway, also we went to Coldstone creamery, corky and lenny's (to pick up a most excellent jewish dinner) and then to Barnes and Noble. We started a membership there, and I bought a book, which I have already read. I suck.
Anyway, I'm hoping this week improves. Unfortunately, most of the people I am currently associating with were either out of town or working this weekend. I have not been furtherly scheduled for Malley's yet.
And I don't think I can go to Nintendo Fusion Tour.
I hate things.
yo ho
yo ho
a pirate's life for
~me
Now, on to bio studying!