The Munchies
I just wrote a bloge post. It got deleted, so here I am rewriting it.
So, NFT tonight. It was an awesome show. My personal favs were My Chemical Romance; because I love them; even if the main singer does look a bit like Edward Scissorhands. But they put on a sweet show. I bought a T-shirt of them, it's lovely and says fire at will on the back. Also Story of the Year put on a great show, but they were last, and I felt kind of sick by the time they got on, so I just sang loudly to the music and was closed in against a wall by two broad guys on my right and the gyrations of Adam and Rory on the left. The others liked Lost Prophets the best, I think; I must concur they were good, but I'm not as in to their stuff as I am MCR or SOY. Haha, soy. I never have noticed that before now. anyway. Anberlin also played, they weren't that effective to me, perhaps because I have never heard of them...Kyle procured a drumstick from Lost Prophets for Elizabeth though, so that was cool.
I have a headache now. And I was oddly hungry when I got home. And the lights hurt my eyes. And the people in front of me for a while were smoking marijuanna (which I have concluded smells icky- it's like, over abundant soap smell. I don't like it) like, in my face. So as a result, I am second-hand stoned.
So I kinda got fifth whell vibes on myself tonight. I think it's just because I don't hang out with Elizabeth and Rory anymore, and have never even met Adam and Kyle. I felt bad, as though I was intruding on their little group of fun. however, the show was too awesome for me to care that much. I just wish I hadn't felt sick.
I think I'm getting an ear infection, and that water is condensing in my lungs.
Soccer is............frustrating. Mrr.
yo ho
yo ho
a (sort of stoned) pirate's life for
~me
Saturday, October 23, 2004
Thursday, October 21, 2004
She smirked with a glint in her eye
Affirmative. Neegative. Who knows.
Had a semi-long conversation with Elizabeth. It was wonderfully delicious. Vair vair informative. And I continue to be outrageously excited for the concert tomorrow. I bought a pretty new skirt at the mall yesterday, and thanks to the oddly convientent shortened schedule tomorrow, I'm going to run off and pick up a shirt before practice.
Double-standards suck. I highly reccomend to all you out there that you not talk to people with double standards. You'll just get confused and twisted. Also, I am of the mindset that, contrary to modern impressions, it is not a good idea to play by your own rules. Particulary if your own rules are based on some twisted reality where people can actually achieve greatness and fame by having the most inside jokes.
Obviously, as Katie and I concluded in our speech today, it all really just goes back to the money.
I am currently learning to knit. I have finally figured out how to make the first knot and all the following loops on the needle. Now, I need to figure out how to make a second row. Hmm. If anyone out there can knit well, do teach me.
Anyway, that's all.
NFT tomorrow.
I am so overjoyed.
yo ho
yo ho
a (quite excited) pirate's life for
~me
So, just curious, if I were to use an adjective starting with a vowel, which would be better- to change the "a" in my signature to an "an", which subsequently changes the text of the original wording (without the parenthesis) or to just leave it and have improper grammar such as "a egg"? Do, tell, it's been bothering me for a while now.
Affirmative. Neegative. Who knows.
Had a semi-long conversation with Elizabeth. It was wonderfully delicious. Vair vair informative. And I continue to be outrageously excited for the concert tomorrow. I bought a pretty new skirt at the mall yesterday, and thanks to the oddly convientent shortened schedule tomorrow, I'm going to run off and pick up a shirt before practice.
Double-standards suck. I highly reccomend to all you out there that you not talk to people with double standards. You'll just get confused and twisted. Also, I am of the mindset that, contrary to modern impressions, it is not a good idea to play by your own rules. Particulary if your own rules are based on some twisted reality where people can actually achieve greatness and fame by having the most inside jokes.
Obviously, as Katie and I concluded in our speech today, it all really just goes back to the money.
I am currently learning to knit. I have finally figured out how to make the first knot and all the following loops on the needle. Now, I need to figure out how to make a second row. Hmm. If anyone out there can knit well, do teach me.
Anyway, that's all.
NFT tomorrow.
I am so overjoyed.
yo ho
yo ho
a (quite excited) pirate's life for
~me
So, just curious, if I were to use an adjective starting with a vowel, which would be better- to change the "a" in my signature to an "an", which subsequently changes the text of the original wording (without the parenthesis) or to just leave it and have improper grammar such as "a egg"? Do, tell, it's been bothering me for a while now.
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
Hip-hopcracy of a Democracy
I have twenty gagillion things of homework that I neglegted doing because from 7-8 I was enjoying the wonderment of Will Smith (Fresh Prince- awesome show of the early to mid nineties!) and then for some reason I subjected my poor brain to the chick flick referred to only as "How to Lose a Guy". I suspect this is due to the fact that most of it's viewers do not have the brain capacity for the "in 10 days" part of the title. Okay, I'm being mean- it really is a cute ::gag:: movie. And now here I am, sorting out my *awesome* Friday plans!!! I get to go to NFT. Life is good again.
So today was highly informative. I listened to the rep from University of Chicago. I was quite impressed and look forward to visiting soon. Well, maybe not soon, but hopefully over the summer. I miss city living. SOO much. Not that a week was entirely city living. But so so so so so much better than these suburbs.
Also, Tina just IMed me and I shall be writing an article for the yearbook. Most exciting. I'm being all published. Go me.
My hair somewhat resembles Amanda Belko's fifth grade look right now. It is highly unruly and unmanageable. tisk tisk.
So I am so excited to be going to my most highly and wonderfully anticipated concert! I completely despared of going, but Katie Blake, the wonderous person that she is, saved my life. Granted, I have to work Malley's two nights in a row, but still. I most definately lit up Elizabeth's day. I hunted her down during lunch, and she almost ate me, she was so excited.
See, Story of the Year, My Chemical Romance, and Lost Prophets are amazing enough even to bring fueding 'friends' together again for the sole purpose of enjoying masterful music (alliteration) together. That and maybe a little savage gossip about the less savoury characters that we associate with.
I decided why I am at odds with the girl. I don't consider her loyal enough to be my friend. Which is stupid, I know, but true. I mean, I can probably overlook it eventually, but I guess I just needed someone (what was it- like a month ago? three weeks?) that I felt I could trust and rely on unconditionally, and she didn't fit the bill the way I would expect my best friend to. Selfish? Maybe- nay, probably, but you know, sometimes things just roll that way. Part of the problem is that we are both extremely selfish, though in slightly differing ways. But it's all basically the same when you get right down to it. Greed and perhaps a little pride are our downfalls.
But I think that any of them seven sins that Carl preaches about is better than ignorance. I hate ignorance- I hate being uninformed, and I hate when others aren't informed. It's the most frustrating thing I know. I mean, it's not exactly unintelligence, but it's a form of stupidity I can't stand. Like, let's take person A for example. She proceeds to ask people for advice, and then doesn't take it. And then proceeds to yell at you for not giving advice. Ms. Person A, I would like to point out that the last time I gave you advice, you deleted it. Literally. While your counterpart, to whom I also sent a word or two of wisdom read and if not acted upon, at least took heed of my ideas. It's like you want someone to be your little conscience. Sorry, my name isn't Jiminey Cricket. (oh, my god, theology is attacking me) I'm not here to tell you exactly what to do. By now, you are obviously too daft to see the right solution. The answers you seem to seek are right there in front of you. You're just to fucking thick to see them.
Today, I also had the relavation that the soccer people aren't dumb, as I often imply. Rather, their stupidity I often complain about is a lack of effort. I don't think they even try at anything. They do medicorely in school, soccer, and only seem to really care about something if it somehow focuses on themself. No wonder we can't be a team. I love Moira for inadvertantly helping me to come to this conclusion.
People who are too dense to see that they are using someone for some ill-willed status (that they don't actually have, mind) and that that person is just taking advantage of them are stupid.Not even stupid. You know donte's little inferno? Yeah, you'd be chasing that flag around the outside of it.
And buddy, you're last in line to catch it.
Person A is the really bad friend here. Maybe with Elizabeth I had some loyalty issues. Some priorities that were slightly askew. But at least she'd never talk shit about me behind my back. Okay, that's an exaggeration, but you know. Person A is so bad at this. Well, A, if you don't like us all so much, then why don't you stop afflicting us with your presence? I think you are the main problem here. As you usually are.
I'm probably going to get yelled at for this somehow. At least I didn't use her name.
Sometimes, all girls schools are such a bother.
Anyway, leave a shoutout or something, make my day. If you can.
And take no heed to most of this. The person it's directed to most certainly won't. She'll brush it off, just like everything else. Too bad eventually that pile will topple over.
yo ho
yo ho
a (waiting for the topple) pirate's life for
~me
I have twenty gagillion things of homework that I neglegted doing because from 7-8 I was enjoying the wonderment of Will Smith (Fresh Prince- awesome show of the early to mid nineties!) and then for some reason I subjected my poor brain to the chick flick referred to only as "How to Lose a Guy". I suspect this is due to the fact that most of it's viewers do not have the brain capacity for the "in 10 days" part of the title. Okay, I'm being mean- it really is a cute ::gag:: movie. And now here I am, sorting out my *awesome* Friday plans!!! I get to go to NFT. Life is good again.
So today was highly informative. I listened to the rep from University of Chicago. I was quite impressed and look forward to visiting soon. Well, maybe not soon, but hopefully over the summer. I miss city living. SOO much. Not that a week was entirely city living. But so so so so so much better than these suburbs.
Also, Tina just IMed me and I shall be writing an article for the yearbook. Most exciting. I'm being all published. Go me.
My hair somewhat resembles Amanda Belko's fifth grade look right now. It is highly unruly and unmanageable. tisk tisk.
So I am so excited to be going to my most highly and wonderfully anticipated concert! I completely despared of going, but Katie Blake, the wonderous person that she is, saved my life. Granted, I have to work Malley's two nights in a row, but still. I most definately lit up Elizabeth's day. I hunted her down during lunch, and she almost ate me, she was so excited.
See, Story of the Year, My Chemical Romance, and Lost Prophets are amazing enough even to bring fueding 'friends' together again for the sole purpose of enjoying masterful music (alliteration) together. That and maybe a little savage gossip about the less savoury characters that we associate with.
I decided why I am at odds with the girl. I don't consider her loyal enough to be my friend. Which is stupid, I know, but true. I mean, I can probably overlook it eventually, but I guess I just needed someone (what was it- like a month ago? three weeks?) that I felt I could trust and rely on unconditionally, and she didn't fit the bill the way I would expect my best friend to. Selfish? Maybe- nay, probably, but you know, sometimes things just roll that way. Part of the problem is that we are both extremely selfish, though in slightly differing ways. But it's all basically the same when you get right down to it. Greed and perhaps a little pride are our downfalls.
But I think that any of them seven sins that Carl preaches about is better than ignorance. I hate ignorance- I hate being uninformed, and I hate when others aren't informed. It's the most frustrating thing I know. I mean, it's not exactly unintelligence, but it's a form of stupidity I can't stand. Like, let's take person A for example. She proceeds to ask people for advice, and then doesn't take it. And then proceeds to yell at you for not giving advice. Ms. Person A, I would like to point out that the last time I gave you advice, you deleted it. Literally. While your counterpart, to whom I also sent a word or two of wisdom read and if not acted upon, at least took heed of my ideas. It's like you want someone to be your little conscience. Sorry, my name isn't Jiminey Cricket. (oh, my god, theology is attacking me) I'm not here to tell you exactly what to do. By now, you are obviously too daft to see the right solution. The answers you seem to seek are right there in front of you. You're just to fucking thick to see them.
Today, I also had the relavation that the soccer people aren't dumb, as I often imply. Rather, their stupidity I often complain about is a lack of effort. I don't think they even try at anything. They do medicorely in school, soccer, and only seem to really care about something if it somehow focuses on themself. No wonder we can't be a team. I love Moira for inadvertantly helping me to come to this conclusion.
People who are too dense to see that they are using someone for some ill-willed status (that they don't actually have, mind) and that that person is just taking advantage of them are stupid.Not even stupid. You know donte's little inferno? Yeah, you'd be chasing that flag around the outside of it.
And buddy, you're last in line to catch it.
Person A is the really bad friend here. Maybe with Elizabeth I had some loyalty issues. Some priorities that were slightly askew. But at least she'd never talk shit about me behind my back. Okay, that's an exaggeration, but you know. Person A is so bad at this. Well, A, if you don't like us all so much, then why don't you stop afflicting us with your presence? I think you are the main problem here. As you usually are.
I'm probably going to get yelled at for this somehow. At least I didn't use her name.
Sometimes, all girls schools are such a bother.
Anyway, leave a shoutout or something, make my day. If you can.
And take no heed to most of this. The person it's directed to most certainly won't. She'll brush it off, just like everything else. Too bad eventually that pile will topple over.
yo ho
yo ho
a (waiting for the topple) pirate's life for
~me
Monday, October 18, 2004
I Don't Care
Why is it that when you actually need someone who is always always always online, they aren't there? I finally recieve good news, and the person I need to converse with is not present and accounted for. Well, you suck.
Anyway, so, AWESOME news. I forgot, but I'm switching my work schedule with Katie so I'm now working Saturday and have off Friday. This, therefore means that Nintendo fusion Tour is once again a possibility! Oh, wow, that's so exciting, I don't know where to begin. Like, my life could quite possibly be complete. ::angels sing:: YES.
I also got out of work today. I guess no one came in, so Beanie called to say I was unnecessary. Which kind of hurts, but not enough for me to be indignant about it. All I did was sleep, though. I was so tired. And I have two projects to do- yet, when have I done them? When will I do them? I fear I do not know.
I just won an arguement with Bodine about who is more useless. I am.
redSpark 11 (10:43:33 PM): I therefore, rock
Taterdine*** (10:46:45 PM): well we already knew that
redSpark 11 (10:47:38 PM): YES
redSpark 11 (10:47:59 PM): that's why I ahve a hot boyfriend, tonnes of money, am beautifully georgeous, and have a copy of SIMS2 that works
redSpark 11 (10:48:02 PM): oh, wait
redSpark 11 (10:48:05 PM): I don't.
Bow to me, I am the ownage of own.
Soccer also got cancelled today, so I ahd crew venturing time. I saw Rebecca, too. That was exciting. Though why anyone would come back to high school from college is beyond me. I can't wait to leave it all behind.
anyway, did I already write that? Oh, my god, I think I'm cracking up.
yo ho
yo ho
a (forgetful) pirate's life for
~me
Oh, I almost forgot! Caribou tomorrow!
Why is it that when you actually need someone who is always always always online, they aren't there? I finally recieve good news, and the person I need to converse with is not present and accounted for. Well, you suck.
Anyway, so, AWESOME news. I forgot, but I'm switching my work schedule with Katie so I'm now working Saturday and have off Friday. This, therefore means that Nintendo fusion Tour is once again a possibility! Oh, wow, that's so exciting, I don't know where to begin. Like, my life could quite possibly be complete. ::angels sing:: YES.
I also got out of work today. I guess no one came in, so Beanie called to say I was unnecessary. Which kind of hurts, but not enough for me to be indignant about it. All I did was sleep, though. I was so tired. And I have two projects to do- yet, when have I done them? When will I do them? I fear I do not know.
I just won an arguement with Bodine about who is more useless. I am.
redSpark 11 (10:43:33 PM): I therefore, rock
Taterdine*** (10:46:45 PM): well we already knew that
redSpark 11 (10:47:38 PM): YES
redSpark 11 (10:47:59 PM): that's why I ahve a hot boyfriend, tonnes of money, am beautifully georgeous, and have a copy of SIMS2 that works
redSpark 11 (10:48:02 PM): oh, wait
redSpark 11 (10:48:05 PM): I don't.
Bow to me, I am the ownage of own.
Soccer also got cancelled today, so I ahd crew venturing time. I saw Rebecca, too. That was exciting. Though why anyone would come back to high school from college is beyond me. I can't wait to leave it all behind.
anyway, did I already write that? Oh, my god, I think I'm cracking up.
yo ho
yo ho
a (forgetful) pirate's life for
~me
Oh, I almost forgot! Caribou tomorrow!
You Suck at This
That right there is a direct quote from Mr. Nicols. I was most amused, besides the fact that it was directed toward my horrible taping job. Oops.
No practice today, so I got to come home and have a sandwhich. Only I'm a moron and forgot to put turkey and cheese on it. So I just had lettuice and tomato and onion. Sweet. I suck.
I have a shitload of homework that I happen to be procrastinating on right now. Bah.
Once again, I do not know why I bother posting.
Some people bother me.
bah.
yo ho
yo ho
a (bah) pirate's life for
~me
That right there is a direct quote from Mr. Nicols. I was most amused, besides the fact that it was directed toward my horrible taping job. Oops.
No practice today, so I got to come home and have a sandwhich. Only I'm a moron and forgot to put turkey and cheese on it. So I just had lettuice and tomato and onion. Sweet. I suck.
I have a shitload of homework that I happen to be procrastinating on right now. Bah.
Once again, I do not know why I bother posting.
Some people bother me.
bah.
yo ho
yo ho
a (bah) pirate's life for
~me
Sunday, October 17, 2004
Work, work work
'K, well, work was gay. I kept doing jobs, then they'd interrupt me and be like, "no, do this job, even though I just gave you that other job thirty seconds ago" I think the Malley's people may be retarded.
On the other had, it was fun because the only people working were Sean, Katie, Ryan, and I, and therefore Kristen came and stayed for almost the whole time, and it was great. No one came. And for the second day in a row, I forgot to get tipped out. I suck.
I'm working again tomorrow. Brilliant.
Now, back to work (school version) I don't know why I bothered posting. I jsut felt like it, okay?
An blogger refuses to: acknowledge the fact that I have posted in the last week, save my log in name, or update my unviewable profile.
Blaaaaaaaa.
School better not suck this week.
yyyyyyyooooooooooooooo
ho.
'K, well, work was gay. I kept doing jobs, then they'd interrupt me and be like, "no, do this job, even though I just gave you that other job thirty seconds ago" I think the Malley's people may be retarded.
On the other had, it was fun because the only people working were Sean, Katie, Ryan, and I, and therefore Kristen came and stayed for almost the whole time, and it was great. No one came. And for the second day in a row, I forgot to get tipped out. I suck.
I'm working again tomorrow. Brilliant.
Now, back to work (school version) I don't know why I bothered posting. I jsut felt like it, okay?
An blogger refuses to: acknowledge the fact that I have posted in the last week, save my log in name, or update my unviewable profile.
Blaaaaaaaa.
School better not suck this week.
yyyyyyyooooooooooooooo
ho.
Not to Be Forgotten but Still Unforgiven
hmmm. Well, last night was decent. Only decent, though.
Well, first of all, we had a soccer game in the freezing cold. I didn't play, my toes went nub, and oh, yeah, we lost to Westlake. Now practice will suck for the rest of the week, and yeah, I'm depressed. I'm so sick of having to do all the work the team does, then not getting to play. Not that I'm even good enough to play, but you get the idea.
Anyway, so after I got ready for the game at record speed. Then I took mother and Steg to the game. Yes, people, I took mother to the game. When we got there, Steg and I fortunately found Bodine & Co. So we joked around for a while. I had this awesome umbrella shaped like a duck, and people kept fondling it. I think Sydney liked it- I know it liked Sydney. But Bodine also was groping it, and that made Scott jealous, and I think he planned to beat up my duck. Mary was a little scared by all the duck fondling- I don't think she could handle it. Brady just likes ducks in general, so yeah. Oh, my God, I can't believe I'm talking about an umbrella in here.
The Ignatius won, and I have to admit, I am sort of disappointed. I would rather have seen Ed's win- they deserve to go to playoffs. I mean, they really did win those games. They really are the better team. Therefore, I am sad.
After the game, Steg, Bodine, Scott, Katie O, Sydney and I went to Applebee's. I ordered a diet water on the rocks- and the lady brought me a diet coke. I just stared at it in loathing the whole time. Then we ate food, and spent a lot of time being obnoxious, and I smacked my eyebrow on a water glass (by the way- there is a bruise). Then we got our bill, and of course mine is like 10 bucks since I didn't order an appetizer, and they charged me for the water. But they forgot to charge Scott for his Lemonade, and I tried to make him pay for the coke (that no one drank- it was just sort of sitting there) and he wouldn't. So I flicked him off. It's becoming quite a trend.
Anyway, so like Bodine mentioned, I have proceeded to take a normal, boring, useless evening and turn it into a long, drawn out process of uselessness. eye heart blogging.
I think what I should do someday is this: combine all my blogs (I have three- book bloge, this, and the one no one can read), my journals, and random notes I have and make like a memoir book thing. But then again, you need to have some sort of plot in life to pull that off. And my life doesn't have much of a plot at all. It's rather dull, in case you haven't noticed. But still, it would be an easy way to maybe make a few bucks- I've written so much it would probably be the size of Harry Potter three. That's a guestimate, though.
If only my life was worth buying.
yo ho
yo ho
a (dull) pirate's life for
~me
hmmm. Well, last night was decent. Only decent, though.
Well, first of all, we had a soccer game in the freezing cold. I didn't play, my toes went nub, and oh, yeah, we lost to Westlake. Now practice will suck for the rest of the week, and yeah, I'm depressed. I'm so sick of having to do all the work the team does, then not getting to play. Not that I'm even good enough to play, but you get the idea.
Anyway, so after I got ready for the game at record speed. Then I took mother and Steg to the game. Yes, people, I took mother to the game. When we got there, Steg and I fortunately found Bodine & Co. So we joked around for a while. I had this awesome umbrella shaped like a duck, and people kept fondling it. I think Sydney liked it- I know it liked Sydney. But Bodine also was groping it, and that made Scott jealous, and I think he planned to beat up my duck. Mary was a little scared by all the duck fondling- I don't think she could handle it. Brady just likes ducks in general, so yeah. Oh, my God, I can't believe I'm talking about an umbrella in here.
The Ignatius won, and I have to admit, I am sort of disappointed. I would rather have seen Ed's win- they deserve to go to playoffs. I mean, they really did win those games. They really are the better team. Therefore, I am sad.
After the game, Steg, Bodine, Scott, Katie O, Sydney and I went to Applebee's. I ordered a diet water on the rocks- and the lady brought me a diet coke. I just stared at it in loathing the whole time. Then we ate food, and spent a lot of time being obnoxious, and I smacked my eyebrow on a water glass (by the way- there is a bruise). Then we got our bill, and of course mine is like 10 bucks since I didn't order an appetizer, and they charged me for the water. But they forgot to charge Scott for his Lemonade, and I tried to make him pay for the coke (that no one drank- it was just sort of sitting there) and he wouldn't. So I flicked him off. It's becoming quite a trend.
Anyway, so like Bodine mentioned, I have proceeded to take a normal, boring, useless evening and turn it into a long, drawn out process of uselessness. eye heart blogging.
I think what I should do someday is this: combine all my blogs (I have three- book bloge, this, and the one no one can read), my journals, and random notes I have and make like a memoir book thing. But then again, you need to have some sort of plot in life to pull that off. And my life doesn't have much of a plot at all. It's rather dull, in case you haven't noticed. But still, it would be an easy way to maybe make a few bucks- I've written so much it would probably be the size of Harry Potter three. That's a guestimate, though.
If only my life was worth buying.
yo ho
yo ho
a (dull) pirate's life for
~me