Lost my Fear of Falling
GGOOOOOODD! I hate the computer; it's just so damn irritating! It just randomly decides to have pop-ups when I'm trying to bloge, which in turn makes the computer shit out. BLAA.
Anyway. So Friday was mucho fun. After spending Thursday evening buying heinous 80's wear for Halloween from Wal-Mart, I proceeded to school the next day in my most resplendent 80's wear. It was hot. Halloween is officially the best holiday EVER. I also did the cake walk with Elizabeth and Parker, and Elizabeth won, so we got a cake and like 10 people grabbed forks and we started eating straight from the cake. It was a good cake.
Then after school I was supposed to be driving Cornpads home, but we decided to check out the new and most resplendent Crocker Park. Holy hell, it's so bloody brilliant! There's an ice skating rink (which is really small, but still vair vair Rockerfeller-centre ish), and there's a huge Dicks (hehe), and a bunch of awesome stores are coming, and there's a GIANT WIZARDING CHESS BOARD!! I'm not even joking, you could so do the whole book one thing on it. Then we went to Marcs, and I ended up purchasing hair-colour affection materials (aka hair dye) and then to K-Mart to buy her some spray in hair dye.
Then I took her home and coloured my hair. It's kind of got an orangey tone to it. Not a lot different, but darker, which is a plus, and also now I've got a hint of red in my hair, and it's a lot closer than anything my hair dresser ever did to it to make it red. Cornelius likes it at least.
Anyway, so then I went to Corn's house, and we waited for Ryan and Sean to call. We went to get gas, and Ryan called, and we picked him up, and finally got a hold of Sean, who for some reason was in N. Royalton. Yeah Sean, way to make plans with your girlfriend over the weekend. Anyway, so we went to that haunted forest, where this really annoying guy followed me and kept honking this horn thingie, and it wasn't scary, but just really irritating. Basically it was kind of stupid, and not scary in the least. We kept lapping people. Anyway, so then we made Ryan go to Crocker Park with us, and Kristen successfully parallel parked (but only because in front of her the car left) and we were going to play wizard chess, but we instead played regular chess, and I beat her and Ryan just sat there bored. Then we (of course) went to Applebee's, and I got this nummy white pizza and the lady who worked there was a bitch. And then we went to Kristen's house to watch South Park, but we ended up watching POTC with her family instead. I love that movie.
So last night was vair vair fun, and now I'm going to work, where I will most likely be fired for sucking at life. It's only a matter of time, I suspect.
Anyway, then tonight I'm hanging out with Ali O, something I haven't done in a long, long while. It should be most fun.
People who try to hug you and pretend that they are your friends again irritate me. To the point where I just have to stare through them. Maybe if you ignore it, it'll go away, right?
I bid thee adieu.
yo ho
yo ho
a (piratey again!) pirate's life for
~me
Saturday, October 30, 2004
Thursday, October 28, 2004
Word Up
Well, here I am in good ole 102, typing myself a bloge entry, even though the type was failing to show up there for a while. Anyway. I have just consumed a lunch of nachos and a chocolate bar (Ironically one of those ones that Malley’s sells for charity) and feel genuinely fat. Well, I usually feel that way.
Ali Ohliger is soon leaving me. She apparently has a “crazy idea” for this weekend. It must be pretty crazy, as she couldn’t even tell me about it before she left. Loco man. Loco.
Well, I should do work on precalc right now, being that it is my free mod and all, but I just don’t feel like it. Plus I really understand this little jump function thing that we are doing right now, and therefore do not care to practice it.
I have a lot to do after school- well, pictures, anyway. I think I am skipping the soccer meeting (which is mandatory, but hey, as Katie pointed out, what can they do? Not play me? They don’t anyway, so it doesn’t matter.) that is mandatory in order to get Astronomy Club pictures taken.
Speaking of which, AC was tres amusaunt last night. We danced to show tunes and various styles of 80’s music. I sat on the Copfer’s van while Shannon “played piano” and I posed like one of those people who lie on pianos and seduce people from afar. Needless to say, I failed, as there was a) no one to seduce, and b) I couldn’t even if there was. Elaine, her sister (Caroline, maybe?), Caitlin, Lyla, Shannon, Spi, Gina, and Molly were among those who participated in our moon dancing amazement. Well, Lyla didn’t really contribute, but she was there. So as not to deny her any glory I am sure she deserves. Really.
I wish I could write a really good book. Like in the Harry Potter style, where everyone in the world desperately hangs onto every word, and bribes me to make a sequel. Let me tell you, I could most easily be bribed.
So Carl just wandered in and said that I have been making profound remarks in his class. I’m confused- here are my theories on why he said that:
1) I’ve been sleep talking a lot
2) He doesn’t know who I am and has confused me with someone else
3) He is being sarcastic
Although, I can’t…
Okay, well Carl just recruited me for track. He wants me to be a thrower. I will do it. Or at least, I will try. As long as I can still do Science Olympiad, I don’t see why not. I mean, it would be pretty kickass to stay in shape and have another sport on my college app. OMG, I’m actually listening to advice that Carl is giving me. But I am fat. I do need to stay in shape. And it could be helpful for keeping. Oh, wow, I just had a revelation of life, and Caldwell is responsible. Hell might just have frozen over.
Actually, he gives me many revelations, and it’s not usually in a good way. His male chauvinism usually pisses me off and furthers my belief that males can all just burn in hell.
But that’s odd; I think he’s been like trying to sucker me into this for a while. Maybe that’s why he complimented my class participation (that doesn’t exist) in order to get me to do it. Well, I will. I shall talk to Maggie Cooper in Spanish, next, and ask of her what her thoughts on the issue are. This could be good for me. Since soccer certainly isn’t.
Anyway, moving on. I have decided that I don’t much like those ribbons that everyone has been sticking on their cars. I think they are rather tacky, or in Georgia speak, “tarty”. I mean, there must be more tasteful ways to display your support of the war or soldiers or America or whatever than sticking on a bumper sticker. Granted, I can’t actually think of any, but there must be some.
I love how much faster I can type things thanks to keyboarding.
Also, so Westlake (my humble town) is having a big day today! The president of this, ahem, fine country is coming to speak in our very own lowly Recreational Centre. Even if I’m not the biggest fan of Bush in the world, I think it would be bloody brilliant to hear him speak. I mean, come on, the president? El presidente? That’s so marvellous. It’s not every day the president comes to your shitty suburban abode and talks to you about voting for him. Cornelius and Katie both get to go, and I am not a little jealous.
In addition, our Crocker Park thingie is opening. I’m so much more excited for that than “G doubya”. Come on- Urban Outfitters? It’s like a mini back to New York trip in every purchase! Okay, it would be way better to actually go back to New York, but still…
So, basically, between el prez and Crocker Park (it needs an abbreviation besides CP as that is and always will be Cedar Point) Westlake is getting on the map. Sort of. I mean, really, it always was on the map, but before it was just a little dot denoting one of the over-taxed suburbs of Cleveland. Now it’s a little dot denoting one of the over-taxed suburbs of Cleveland that has had the president visit and that has awesome shopping. However, I think that Avon Commons still owns my life. A lot. Go Target!
I should get back to that work I’m not doing and haven’t started. My head aches like billio. I.e. a lot. And Bodine is vair vair anxious to read this. Actually she is harassing me to write about her, or else to finish up since I have been at this for about half an hour. Maybe 25 minutes.
I haven’t gotten any sleep recently. I need to get some more.
Lost last nyght (pronounced “nygchhhhhhhhhht”) was simply scrumptious. Yummy Scrumboes. I’d write about it, but no one cares, and it would waste the rest of my free mod (which is about 20 minutes longer) since I describe episodes to that show in alarming detail. Just ask Spi or Chelso.
Speaking of Chelsea, there’s a bunch of people at Kairos I right now. I wonder what that’ll be like- a lot of people who have gone said that it’s mucho fun. Un vair vair enriching experience or whatever. However, I do not desire to have my brain scrambled so that I become a God-lover. After attempting to pray the Magnificat in order to win the NO game Tuesday, I have officially given up on prayer. Since they scored on us whilst we were mid-prayer. Not that I much believed in prayer to begin with, but you know, I do believe that if you believe in it, it will work in things that affect you. Sort of a mental thing. But I don’t think it works if you pray for someone else. If they don’t believe, then it doesn’t matter. You know- it’s like, you can convince yourself if you believe (whether through prayer, attitude, or just convincing yourself) to do anything. But no matter how much you believe in someone else, they have to put their brain in the set that they can achieve something. WE make our own reality, you know?
Go Matrix.
Well, it’s time for me to allow Bodine to read this. Until next time.
yo ho
yo ho
a (somewhat deep) pirate’s life for
~me
p.s. Caitlin and I were talking about Vertigo by U2. She’s vair vair jealous that I got to hear it twice in a row, and she’s only heard it on iPod commercials.
pp.s. Bodine is making fun of Scott right now
ppp.s. I have a headache
pppp.s. This has taken up about two and three quarters of a Word Document.
Well, here I am in good ole 102, typing myself a bloge entry, even though the type was failing to show up there for a while. Anyway. I have just consumed a lunch of nachos and a chocolate bar (Ironically one of those ones that Malley’s sells for charity) and feel genuinely fat. Well, I usually feel that way.
Ali Ohliger is soon leaving me. She apparently has a “crazy idea” for this weekend. It must be pretty crazy, as she couldn’t even tell me about it before she left. Loco man. Loco.
Well, I should do work on precalc right now, being that it is my free mod and all, but I just don’t feel like it. Plus I really understand this little jump function thing that we are doing right now, and therefore do not care to practice it.
I have a lot to do after school- well, pictures, anyway. I think I am skipping the soccer meeting (which is mandatory, but hey, as Katie pointed out, what can they do? Not play me? They don’t anyway, so it doesn’t matter.) that is mandatory in order to get Astronomy Club pictures taken.
Speaking of which, AC was tres amusaunt last night. We danced to show tunes and various styles of 80’s music. I sat on the Copfer’s van while Shannon “played piano” and I posed like one of those people who lie on pianos and seduce people from afar. Needless to say, I failed, as there was a) no one to seduce, and b) I couldn’t even if there was. Elaine, her sister (Caroline, maybe?), Caitlin, Lyla, Shannon, Spi, Gina, and Molly were among those who participated in our moon dancing amazement. Well, Lyla didn’t really contribute, but she was there. So as not to deny her any glory I am sure she deserves. Really.
I wish I could write a really good book. Like in the Harry Potter style, where everyone in the world desperately hangs onto every word, and bribes me to make a sequel. Let me tell you, I could most easily be bribed.
So Carl just wandered in and said that I have been making profound remarks in his class. I’m confused- here are my theories on why he said that:
1) I’ve been sleep talking a lot
2) He doesn’t know who I am and has confused me with someone else
3) He is being sarcastic
Although, I can’t…
Okay, well Carl just recruited me for track. He wants me to be a thrower. I will do it. Or at least, I will try. As long as I can still do Science Olympiad, I don’t see why not. I mean, it would be pretty kickass to stay in shape and have another sport on my college app. OMG, I’m actually listening to advice that Carl is giving me. But I am fat. I do need to stay in shape. And it could be helpful for keeping. Oh, wow, I just had a revelation of life, and Caldwell is responsible. Hell might just have frozen over.
Actually, he gives me many revelations, and it’s not usually in a good way. His male chauvinism usually pisses me off and furthers my belief that males can all just burn in hell.
But that’s odd; I think he’s been like trying to sucker me into this for a while. Maybe that’s why he complimented my class participation (that doesn’t exist) in order to get me to do it. Well, I will. I shall talk to Maggie Cooper in Spanish, next, and ask of her what her thoughts on the issue are. This could be good for me. Since soccer certainly isn’t.
Anyway, moving on. I have decided that I don’t much like those ribbons that everyone has been sticking on their cars. I think they are rather tacky, or in Georgia speak, “tarty”. I mean, there must be more tasteful ways to display your support of the war or soldiers or America or whatever than sticking on a bumper sticker. Granted, I can’t actually think of any, but there must be some.
I love how much faster I can type things thanks to keyboarding.
Also, so Westlake (my humble town) is having a big day today! The president of this, ahem, fine country is coming to speak in our very own lowly Recreational Centre. Even if I’m not the biggest fan of Bush in the world, I think it would be bloody brilliant to hear him speak. I mean, come on, the president? El presidente? That’s so marvellous. It’s not every day the president comes to your shitty suburban abode and talks to you about voting for him. Cornelius and Katie both get to go, and I am not a little jealous.
In addition, our Crocker Park thingie is opening. I’m so much more excited for that than “G doubya”. Come on- Urban Outfitters? It’s like a mini back to New York trip in every purchase! Okay, it would be way better to actually go back to New York, but still…
So, basically, between el prez and Crocker Park (it needs an abbreviation besides CP as that is and always will be Cedar Point) Westlake is getting on the map. Sort of. I mean, really, it always was on the map, but before it was just a little dot denoting one of the over-taxed suburbs of Cleveland. Now it’s a little dot denoting one of the over-taxed suburbs of Cleveland that has had the president visit and that has awesome shopping. However, I think that Avon Commons still owns my life. A lot. Go Target!
I should get back to that work I’m not doing and haven’t started. My head aches like billio. I.e. a lot. And Bodine is vair vair anxious to read this. Actually she is harassing me to write about her, or else to finish up since I have been at this for about half an hour. Maybe 25 minutes.
I haven’t gotten any sleep recently. I need to get some more.
Lost last nyght (pronounced “nygchhhhhhhhhht”) was simply scrumptious. Yummy Scrumboes. I’d write about it, but no one cares, and it would waste the rest of my free mod (which is about 20 minutes longer) since I describe episodes to that show in alarming detail. Just ask Spi or Chelso.
Speaking of Chelsea, there’s a bunch of people at Kairos I right now. I wonder what that’ll be like- a lot of people who have gone said that it’s mucho fun. Un vair vair enriching experience or whatever. However, I do not desire to have my brain scrambled so that I become a God-lover. After attempting to pray the Magnificat in order to win the NO game Tuesday, I have officially given up on prayer. Since they scored on us whilst we were mid-prayer. Not that I much believed in prayer to begin with, but you know, I do believe that if you believe in it, it will work in things that affect you. Sort of a mental thing. But I don’t think it works if you pray for someone else. If they don’t believe, then it doesn’t matter. You know- it’s like, you can convince yourself if you believe (whether through prayer, attitude, or just convincing yourself) to do anything. But no matter how much you believe in someone else, they have to put their brain in the set that they can achieve something. WE make our own reality, you know?
Go Matrix.
Well, it’s time for me to allow Bodine to read this. Until next time.
yo ho
yo ho
a (somewhat deep) pirate’s life for
~me
p.s. Caitlin and I were talking about Vertigo by U2. She’s vair vair jealous that I got to hear it twice in a row, and she’s only heard it on iPod commercials.
pp.s. Bodine is making fun of Scott right now
ppp.s. I have a headache
pppp.s. This has taken up about two and three quarters of a Word Document.
Wednesday, October 27, 2004
Vertigo
Well, I just got through reading about 700 articles on Mags in the Cleveland Forum Website. Funny how they don't thing Eileen is a v. good coach... However, they all did say that we played a great game last night (which we did, we put a lot of heart into it, although our technique and such was shitty) and Katie told me that the NO coach even was talking to Ginley and Sarah and mentioned that we were the better team and just had a bout of bad luck. Interesting. Here are some of my personal favourite ideas from the forum, and my comments in regard to them.
On the NO game:
Even game. Mags played w/o their best player and took the Eagles to overtime where NO won on a nice cross and finish. Good game to watch. Congrats to both teams.
~not out of bitterness, but mere curiosity, I wonder who this person considers our best player? Hannah or Nora? Summer or me? (haha) Ginley? (double haha)
On "our fans"
if there are any. now i know what a soccer field looks like..st eds has a great field thanks.. so used to playing in a cow pasture with lots of mud puddles and holes.. all though kind of fitting for the way the program is going.. to bad used to be one of the powerhouses. say 5 to 7 years ago.. how long has your coach been there???
~ Well, I thank you very much for making fun of our shitty farming field, and for comparing it to our playing ability. Though this is a bit hostile, I do somehow find it charming none-the-less. In that "oh, it's true, and that ruins your life" kind of way.
Of our coach:
This cant be the same coach that has crashed and burned year after year after year.. the same person that said we are a team and has never been in the bus with the kids.. shows up late for the games.. cancelles practice because she is to busy.. brings her kids to practice..cant run with the kids..HAD the ad in her back pocket.. is this cyo or div one.. or doesnt matter.. and to think she gets payed for this
~You know, that's not entirely true, in Eileen's defence. She has ridden the bus with us a few times.
Well, anyway. I just enjoyed that for purely informational reasons. If anyone out there wants to read more (and there is SO much more), go to http://www.cleveland.com/forums/ghssoccer/index.ssf
Well, anyway, so about the bloge title of today. I was listening to Q104 (stupid news breaks on 88.3) and I heard Vertigo by U2, that song they use in the new iPod commercials, and decided it was sweet. Then a commercial came on, and I surfed channels a bit to The Buzzard, and lo and behold, there again is Vertigo! So I just though I'd mention that I quite enjoy this song. I shall download it eventually.
School sucked. Four tests in five classes, and oh, yeah, I was too pissed off last night to do my homework. But I think I managed to do well on everything but bio. My brit lit vocab left something to be desired as well.
In about a half an hour I shall view Lost, and then progress to Mags for a lunar eclipse viewing. That is, I will if it is still on, being that it is a bit "nippy-noodles" outdoors (as Georgia Nicolson would put it). I am indeed reading (now book four) of the Angus, thongs, and full-frontal snogging book. They are quite amusing, but I can't help but think I would never be a friend with someone as self-absorbed and snog-obsessed as Georgia. I have already made the mistake of that, thank you. I think that if it weren't for her general "hilariosity" and ever-redeemable British slang, I would through the book to the side in sheer frustration that someone could be that shallow.
Although read this bloge, and see that I don't have a whole lot to complain about. Besides, she is the age of a freshman, or maybe a sophomore, and we obviously don't expect a whole lot from those people.
To a deserted island...and then to outer space...
yo ho
yo ho
a (piratey) pirate's life for
~me
Well, I just got through reading about 700 articles on Mags in the Cleveland Forum Website. Funny how they don't thing Eileen is a v. good coach... However, they all did say that we played a great game last night (which we did, we put a lot of heart into it, although our technique and such was shitty) and Katie told me that the NO coach even was talking to Ginley and Sarah and mentioned that we were the better team and just had a bout of bad luck. Interesting. Here are some of my personal favourite ideas from the forum, and my comments in regard to them.
On the NO game:
Even game. Mags played w/o their best player and took the Eagles to overtime where NO won on a nice cross and finish. Good game to watch. Congrats to both teams.
~not out of bitterness, but mere curiosity, I wonder who this person considers our best player? Hannah or Nora? Summer or me? (haha) Ginley? (double haha)
On "our fans"
if there are any. now i know what a soccer field looks like..st eds has a great field thanks.. so used to playing in a cow pasture with lots of mud puddles and holes.. all though kind of fitting for the way the program is going.. to bad used to be one of the powerhouses. say 5 to 7 years ago.. how long has your coach been there???
~ Well, I thank you very much for making fun of our shitty farming field, and for comparing it to our playing ability. Though this is a bit hostile, I do somehow find it charming none-the-less. In that "oh, it's true, and that ruins your life" kind of way.
Of our coach:
This cant be the same coach that has crashed and burned year after year after year.. the same person that said we are a team and has never been in the bus with the kids.. shows up late for the games.. cancelles practice because she is to busy.. brings her kids to practice..cant run with the kids..HAD the ad in her back pocket.. is this cyo or div one.. or doesnt matter.. and to think she gets payed for this
~You know, that's not entirely true, in Eileen's defence. She has ridden the bus with us a few times.
Well, anyway. I just enjoyed that for purely informational reasons. If anyone out there wants to read more (and there is SO much more), go to http://www.cleveland.com/forums/ghssoccer/index.ssf
Well, anyway, so about the bloge title of today. I was listening to Q104 (stupid news breaks on 88.3) and I heard Vertigo by U2, that song they use in the new iPod commercials, and decided it was sweet. Then a commercial came on, and I surfed channels a bit to The Buzzard, and lo and behold, there again is Vertigo! So I just though I'd mention that I quite enjoy this song. I shall download it eventually.
School sucked. Four tests in five classes, and oh, yeah, I was too pissed off last night to do my homework. But I think I managed to do well on everything but bio. My brit lit vocab left something to be desired as well.
In about a half an hour I shall view Lost, and then progress to Mags for a lunar eclipse viewing. That is, I will if it is still on, being that it is a bit "nippy-noodles" outdoors (as Georgia Nicolson would put it). I am indeed reading (now book four) of the Angus, thongs, and full-frontal snogging book. They are quite amusing, but I can't help but think I would never be a friend with someone as self-absorbed and snog-obsessed as Georgia. I have already made the mistake of that, thank you. I think that if it weren't for her general "hilariosity" and ever-redeemable British slang, I would through the book to the side in sheer frustration that someone could be that shallow.
Although read this bloge, and see that I don't have a whole lot to complain about. Besides, she is the age of a freshman, or maybe a sophomore, and we obviously don't expect a whole lot from those people.
To a deserted island...and then to outer space...
yo ho
yo ho
a (piratey) pirate's life for
~me
Tuesday, October 26, 2004
I'm Not Okay (I promise)
Well. Fucking A. We lost to North Olmstead, and that was complete crap. We shouldn't have lost- we were better; we wanted it more. I blame it on praying. Further proof that prayer doesn't really do shit.
So, I'm kind of sad. Prior to the game, at K's, Moira, Jess, Katie, and I had some hard-core Oprah bonding time whilst everybody else watched "Mean Girls". I am going to miss Moira a lot- I have fully come to appreciate her over this season, and it's not going to be the same without her next year. I mean, Summer's great, but I don't have a lot in common with her, and she doesn't quite follow my thought pattern. Now, no one else does, besides Katie.
I almost cried at the game. Watching Gross cry is what did it to me. Knowing that it's over for the seniors, that they never have a chance to taste glory, it's so sad. We still have next year, there's still one more tomorrow for us. But for Gross and Jess and Vacha and Cara and Moira, it's over, glory has faded. And when Gross was trying not to cry, it made me sad. I hate watching other people cry; it's about the only thing that will make me cry. I wish we could go on. I've never wished to continue being a part of this team until tonight. And tonight is too late.
Not to mention, can I just point out that the rest of my day sucked as well? I didn't get up until 8:44, and don't even ask me how I managed to do that. The point is, I had to get to school. Only wait, it was shortened schedule, so I was late. On the bright side, I completely discombobulated Sr. Phillips. But it fucked up my whole day. I spent lunch working on homework. I lost a bonus point in Chadha's class, because I had to turn in a pass. I wrote an entire bloge, and it was deleted because our school computers are inefficient and sucky. I wrote out almost my whole resume, and the computer also got rid of that.
I now refuse to do any homework, because I'm depressive. I'm eating cookie dough, so I'm going to get fat. Soccer season is over, and I'm sad.
We tried so hard. It's so not fair. Much like life.
Well, fuck this. I'm going to bed.
Yo ho
Yo ho
A (depressive and pissed off almost crying) pirate's life for
~me
I feel like just jumping up and down on the ground in anger like they do on cartoons.
Well. Fucking A. We lost to North Olmstead, and that was complete crap. We shouldn't have lost- we were better; we wanted it more. I blame it on praying. Further proof that prayer doesn't really do shit.
So, I'm kind of sad. Prior to the game, at K's, Moira, Jess, Katie, and I had some hard-core Oprah bonding time whilst everybody else watched "Mean Girls". I am going to miss Moira a lot- I have fully come to appreciate her over this season, and it's not going to be the same without her next year. I mean, Summer's great, but I don't have a lot in common with her, and she doesn't quite follow my thought pattern. Now, no one else does, besides Katie.
I almost cried at the game. Watching Gross cry is what did it to me. Knowing that it's over for the seniors, that they never have a chance to taste glory, it's so sad. We still have next year, there's still one more tomorrow for us. But for Gross and Jess and Vacha and Cara and Moira, it's over, glory has faded. And when Gross was trying not to cry, it made me sad. I hate watching other people cry; it's about the only thing that will make me cry. I wish we could go on. I've never wished to continue being a part of this team until tonight. And tonight is too late.
Not to mention, can I just point out that the rest of my day sucked as well? I didn't get up until 8:44, and don't even ask me how I managed to do that. The point is, I had to get to school. Only wait, it was shortened schedule, so I was late. On the bright side, I completely discombobulated Sr. Phillips. But it fucked up my whole day. I spent lunch working on homework. I lost a bonus point in Chadha's class, because I had to turn in a pass. I wrote an entire bloge, and it was deleted because our school computers are inefficient and sucky. I wrote out almost my whole resume, and the computer also got rid of that.
I now refuse to do any homework, because I'm depressive. I'm eating cookie dough, so I'm going to get fat. Soccer season is over, and I'm sad.
We tried so hard. It's so not fair. Much like life.
Well, fuck this. I'm going to bed.
Yo ho
Yo ho
A (depressive and pissed off almost crying) pirate's life for
~me
I feel like just jumping up and down on the ground in anger like they do on cartoons.
Sunday, October 24, 2004
It's the Hardest Part of Living...
Elizabeth Hazel sometimes rocks my socks all the way off. If she were born a man, I would marry her and have her children. But she wasn't, so I'll let her stick to Kyle. I've always got Jack. Right.
Elizabeth came into work today. I made her a black and white with secret special malley-ohs! on it. Then I got in trouble for talking to her while sipping a shake Lauren whipped up for me while wearing illegal socks (I forgot to change them after open house) and Ms. Malley, the wife of the owner def. walked in. Oops. So I was condemned to the kitchen for all eternity, which I worked like a mother on, leaving it squeaky clean. We did SO SO SO much cleaning tonight- they are inspecting in the morning. I made sure to do really well, so they don't yell at me about the sock thing.
I also had Open House today at Mags. I got there way early and so I went to Panera and looked like a retard going in on a Sunday with my uniform on. Then open House was four hours long, most of which I spent with Elizabeth and Polefko, and then I met up with Lyla and hung out at the mall for like half an hour, just to catch up on some juice I'd missed over the last few weeks.
I just noticed that working the dishwasher all night with the Hydrochloric Acid def. made my nail polish come off. ::seethe::
Anyway, so yesterday I had to work at night after my soccer game (I spent all morning sleeping after the CONCERT OF ALL WONDERMENT) and then Sean and I (who were both working) met up with Kristen and Ryan at Applebee's. I got my cup! Therefore, I am like, an official member! GOOOOOOOOOOO me!
Well, I could write so much more. So, until later, some shout outs to those dearest to me:
Rory: we still love you. Mosh man.
Elizabeth: You rock my socks deep down with malley-oh's on top, but no cherries, cuz you don't like them. P.S. I stole your mosh man phrase
Alex: you are like, the coolest cousin ever. Besides, of course, your sister.
Corey: hang in there
Jack: never let go. Hahahaha yeah, in your face.
Yo ho
Yo ho
A (sneaky little devil) pirate's life for
~me
Elizabeth Hazel sometimes rocks my socks all the way off. If she were born a man, I would marry her and have her children. But she wasn't, so I'll let her stick to Kyle. I've always got Jack. Right.
Elizabeth came into work today. I made her a black and white with secret special malley-ohs! on it. Then I got in trouble for talking to her while sipping a shake Lauren whipped up for me while wearing illegal socks (I forgot to change them after open house) and Ms. Malley, the wife of the owner def. walked in. Oops. So I was condemned to the kitchen for all eternity, which I worked like a mother on, leaving it squeaky clean. We did SO SO SO much cleaning tonight- they are inspecting in the morning. I made sure to do really well, so they don't yell at me about the sock thing.
I also had Open House today at Mags. I got there way early and so I went to Panera and looked like a retard going in on a Sunday with my uniform on. Then open House was four hours long, most of which I spent with Elizabeth and Polefko, and then I met up with Lyla and hung out at the mall for like half an hour, just to catch up on some juice I'd missed over the last few weeks.
I just noticed that working the dishwasher all night with the Hydrochloric Acid def. made my nail polish come off. ::seethe::
Anyway, so yesterday I had to work at night after my soccer game (I spent all morning sleeping after the CONCERT OF ALL WONDERMENT) and then Sean and I (who were both working) met up with Kristen and Ryan at Applebee's. I got my cup! Therefore, I am like, an official member! GOOOOOOOOOOO me!
Well, I could write so much more. So, until later, some shout outs to those dearest to me:
Rory: we still love you. Mosh man.
Elizabeth: You rock my socks deep down with malley-oh's on top, but no cherries, cuz you don't like them. P.S. I stole your mosh man phrase
Alex: you are like, the coolest cousin ever. Besides, of course, your sister.
Corey: hang in there
Jack: never let go. Hahahaha yeah, in your face.
Yo ho
Yo ho
A (sneaky little devil) pirate's life for
~me