So I really am not a fan of that James Blunt guy. I mean, he's alright, but I think it's a bit unnatural for a guy to sing about two octaves higher than most girls. And his video creeps me out a little bit.
I want a hybrid car right now.
The days are ever counting down to the holiday from hell. Things are getting pinker, and cuddlier, and all-in-all more painful. And if I see one more commercial for it...
I will die. Anyway.
I just realized next week we have off on Monday. That's so exciting to me. I love George Washington. Thank you, George, for being born in February.
I was going to go to Legacy today to have them fix my iPod (again) because it's skipping (again). But I think I should probably hit up downtown library and do some history research. Because nothing says 'fun' like studying The New Deal on your weekend.
Beyonce Knowles and Steve Martin just do not make a good couple. I'm sorry. It's unnatural.
Um, obviously I'm just sort of rambling. I don't really know what else to say... besides that I wish the 'h' key was working.
Saturday, February 11, 2006
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
Pigs with Lipstick
That happens to be the name of some book this person wrote. Okay it is more like lipstick on a pig but I like my way better.
So of course Eileen, bitch of bitches and the horridest of horrid soccer coaches, leaves the programme today. On a day that doesn't affect me at all. Ever. Because I have already signed my soul over to her for four years, and there's no possibility of ever having experienced a good, supportive, not painful soccer programme at Mags. What a damned shame.
Valentine's day is coming up. I hate Valentine's day. Honestly. Fron the stupid flowers in homeroom (that I never get) to the colours pink and red everywhere (because it's not the cute pink, it's that ugly, useless pink). Yeah, fuck it. As if February isn't painful enough- now we have to be tortured by couples being extra-couply. My God, people are obnoxious enough on an everyday basis. They don't need an entire day dedicated to their obnoixiousness.
That's the thing that bugs me about a whole bunch of couples. Okay, that's an exageration, but there are a few. Like, okay, here. I know that you guys are in love and that you're going to grow up and get married and never get divorced and live happily-ever-after (sarcasm) but puh-lease. It doesn't kill you to acknowledge other people. Because, yes, there are other people on the planet. There is no need to spend every, single, waking moment with someone. It will only make you hate them more when it's over. And yes, guys, you're in high school, and chances are, it will be over. Eventually.
Today we discussed the pragmatic movement in history. It was a very good movement. I liked it and have obviously been a bit inspired by it.
I like the new pink razr, even if it is for Valentine's Day. It's cute. But I hate Cingular, so booo.
Today was Diane's Brithday! Snaps for Trish for remembering and looking that up. We sang to her and whatnot, and learned that it was something of a miracle that she's still alive. (And thank god she is because otherwise, who knows who we would have for APUSH. It wouldn't be as fun, I am sure) She has had Scarlet Fever, been in two car accidents, survived two tornadoes, and been locked in an icebox. Like seirously. Whoa.
Haha I'm watching the colbert report, which is sooo funny, even though I was never into the Colbert reports on Jon Stewart. And he made a joke about them having well-stocked flag stores. Can't you jsut picture all those middle eastern terrorists having flag stores, with all the flags lined up and you go and the guy asks you, "what country do you hate today?" And they resond, "America/Denmark/the former U.S.S.R." and they get a flag for that country. Okay maybe that's only funny to me.
That's enough.
So of course Eileen, bitch of bitches and the horridest of horrid soccer coaches, leaves the programme today. On a day that doesn't affect me at all. Ever. Because I have already signed my soul over to her for four years, and there's no possibility of ever having experienced a good, supportive, not painful soccer programme at Mags. What a damned shame.
Valentine's day is coming up. I hate Valentine's day. Honestly. Fron the stupid flowers in homeroom (that I never get) to the colours pink and red everywhere (because it's not the cute pink, it's that ugly, useless pink). Yeah, fuck it. As if February isn't painful enough- now we have to be tortured by couples being extra-couply. My God, people are obnoxious enough on an everyday basis. They don't need an entire day dedicated to their obnoixiousness.
That's the thing that bugs me about a whole bunch of couples. Okay, that's an exageration, but there are a few. Like, okay, here. I know that you guys are in love and that you're going to grow up and get married and never get divorced and live happily-ever-after (sarcasm) but puh-lease. It doesn't kill you to acknowledge other people. Because, yes, there are other people on the planet. There is no need to spend every, single, waking moment with someone. It will only make you hate them more when it's over. And yes, guys, you're in high school, and chances are, it will be over. Eventually.
Today we discussed the pragmatic movement in history. It was a very good movement. I liked it and have obviously been a bit inspired by it.
I like the new pink razr, even if it is for Valentine's Day. It's cute. But I hate Cingular, so booo.
Today was Diane's Brithday! Snaps for Trish for remembering and looking that up. We sang to her and whatnot, and learned that it was something of a miracle that she's still alive. (And thank god she is because otherwise, who knows who we would have for APUSH. It wouldn't be as fun, I am sure) She has had Scarlet Fever, been in two car accidents, survived two tornadoes, and been locked in an icebox. Like seirously. Whoa.
Haha I'm watching the colbert report, which is sooo funny, even though I was never into the Colbert reports on Jon Stewart. And he made a joke about them having well-stocked flag stores. Can't you jsut picture all those middle eastern terrorists having flag stores, with all the flags lined up and you go and the guy asks you, "what country do you hate today?" And they resond, "America/Denmark/the former U.S.S.R." and they get a flag for that country. Okay maybe that's only funny to me.
That's enough.
Sunday, February 05, 2006
Livin' in Sin
You know you're from Ohio when... (my version)
How do I know I'm from Ohio? There are so many reasons. I know I'm from Ohio because when driving along Dead Man's Curve on the way back from the (dun, dun, dun) Eastside, I catch a whiff of a horrible smell, and realize it's Lake Erie. I know I'm from Ohio because when I ask my guy friends which team to cheer for, they all say, "NOT THE STEELERS", but all my girl friends tell me to cheer for them anyway just to piss them off. I know I'm from Ohio because as I go through my phone's camera gallery, I see a picture of someone holding Natty Light. I know I'm from Ohio because going to the Eastside is an adventure, and a dangerous on at that- so dangerous my friends won't drive there alone at night, even though the per capita income on the East side is on average higher than the west side. I know I'm from Ohio because nearby there is a big city with nothing to do. I know I'm from Ohio because all my friends work in ice cream parlours. I know I'm from Ohio because a waitress obviously from the south asked me, "would ya layk sum sodah... Ay mean, pop." I know I'm from Ohio because people with Michigan key chains are glared at. I know I'm from Ohio because the distance from here to there is twenty minutes. I know I'm from Ohio because I had to go through three pages of sports to find the internation news section. I know I'm from Ohio because I'm writing a bloge about being from Ohio.
How do I know I'm from Ohio? There are so many reasons. I know I'm from Ohio because when driving along Dead Man's Curve on the way back from the (dun, dun, dun) Eastside, I catch a whiff of a horrible smell, and realize it's Lake Erie. I know I'm from Ohio because when I ask my guy friends which team to cheer for, they all say, "NOT THE STEELERS", but all my girl friends tell me to cheer for them anyway just to piss them off. I know I'm from Ohio because as I go through my phone's camera gallery, I see a picture of someone holding Natty Light. I know I'm from Ohio because going to the Eastside is an adventure, and a dangerous on at that- so dangerous my friends won't drive there alone at night, even though the per capita income on the East side is on average higher than the west side. I know I'm from Ohio because nearby there is a big city with nothing to do. I know I'm from Ohio because all my friends work in ice cream parlours. I know I'm from Ohio because a waitress obviously from the south asked me, "would ya layk sum sodah... Ay mean, pop." I know I'm from Ohio because people with Michigan key chains are glared at. I know I'm from Ohio because the distance from here to there is twenty minutes. I know I'm from Ohio because I had to go through three pages of sports to find the internation news section. I know I'm from Ohio because I'm writing a bloge about being from Ohio.