Beaver, you've been on my link list for quite some time--slow are we? Gosh--frickin' idiot! jk.
I'm watching Rose Red right now. Very exciting. I just found out that apparently all day Scifi's been showing Stephen King movies. That makes me sad--I missed the whole day!
I'm quite sick of driver's ed. I mean, it's one of those classes you can only tolerate for around 45 minutes, after that it's just plain torture. Sometimes I think Philly would be better off if we didn't have the block system. Of course then I remember that this may very well be the last year we have it. That thought always makes me sad.
I really hope that the referendum passes. If it doesn't we won't have sports, music or anything else fun. *sigh*
I know for a FACT that my children will not attend a Wisconsin school unless the school system has some drastic changes. I mean, WI schools are second in the nation (according to ACT scores anyhow...generally aren't we like first?) That part is cool and everything, but the whole "cut it if it costs money" thing is total B.S.
On a really good note, I found out like two weeks ago (I kept forgetting to post the good news) that Coach Patty is going to let the dance teams (we're going to have a Varsity and JV) compete this year. The whole try-outs thing is kinda freaking me out, but Soh-Cah-Toa-Helper (Coach Patty's daughter) told me that she knows I'm good enough to be on Varsity--which you can imagine, is quite a comforting thought.
I hate to admit it, but I actually think a few Americans have forgotten what today is.
Sunday, September 11, 2005
Saturday, September 10, 2005
The best book ever
Yeah, I hereby declare The Five People You Meet in Heaven the best freaking book ever. I cried a lot while I read it. I finished it this morning and I wish I hadn't. I want to re-read it, but I have to return it to Mrs. Mollman.
I just got home from the movies. I had a hot freaking date. Okay, so maybe I went and saw Sky High with Victim....sue me. Sometimes it sounds better to lie. There were literally only five people in the theater.
Okay, so I don't think I got the job for Dolar Discount. Which is actually a relief because somewhere around 15 minutes after I submitted my application I regretted doing so. That's actually really sad that I couldn't get a job there now that I think about it. I mean, I'm only 15, but if I actually made a resume that thing would be so freaking padded with all my volunteer work I do. Oh well.
I think I have broken the whole "chicks take forever to get ready" rule or whatever. Victim called me and asked if we could get together earlier, so I was like ready in five freaking minutes. I actually looked really good too! Yay for makeup application in less than 30 seconds!
Answer for Face Paint: I already told you that Mr. Mystery is a guy!
I just got home from the movies. I had a hot freaking date. Okay, so maybe I went and saw Sky High with Victim....sue me. Sometimes it sounds better to lie. There were literally only five people in the theater.
Okay, so I don't think I got the job for Dolar Discount. Which is actually a relief because somewhere around 15 minutes after I submitted my application I regretted doing so. That's actually really sad that I couldn't get a job there now that I think about it. I mean, I'm only 15, but if I actually made a resume that thing would be so freaking padded with all my volunteer work I do. Oh well.
I think I have broken the whole "chicks take forever to get ready" rule or whatever. Victim called me and asked if we could get together earlier, so I was like ready in five freaking minutes. I actually looked really good too! Yay for makeup application in less than 30 seconds!
Answer for Face Paint: I already told you that Mr. Mystery is a guy!
Friday, September 09, 2005
Somebody hit me with a spatula
I'm very short--so when I kneel or sit on the floor my eye level is about waistish on most people. When I arrived at school I was kneeling infront of my locker to put my books on the bottom. I heard this weird noise that sounded like hooves, of course I didn't look up until a shadow was over me. When I did turn me head I saw--well, just below Man-pretty's waist--I'll let you guys fill in the blanks. The funny part is he was wearing a kilt. After he stopped laughing at how funny the situation looked, he told me that he was pissed at me. He was all like, "Yesterday was my first day back, and you didn't talk to me! I felt lonely--are you ignoring me?!?!" I guess he didn't hear me saying hi to him yesterday--I thought he had been ignoring me, so I didn't say anything else.
He settled down and we went to the library--where we used to spend countless minutes kissing before homeroom. We mostly talked about how boring Scotland was. Along with his kilt, he had one of those little leather bag thingers (he told me what it was called but I forgot). He explained that the traditional Scotish who don't wear any undies (free-ballin' as he put it) wore the bag (purse in my opinion--he had his wallet in it) to keep "parts" from being visible to the public eye.
The strangest thing happened while we were talking. It wasn't awkward--it was literally exactly as it had been before. I have this thing, that when I talk to people I CANNOT physically look them in the eye. The thing is, I couldn't bring myself to take my eyes off his. Seriously, I tried looking at the table, but that didn't work--I just kept staring into those brown eyes.
During lunch I ALWAYS sit in exactly the same spot. People know that's my designated spot and if they sit there--well, no one's ever taken it from me....
Man-pretty knows that's where I always sit. Well, I went to get my lunch came back and there was Shop Buddy sitting right where I had left him, Pink Piggy was sitting across from him with the widest eyes I've ever seen. Then I saw Man-pretty sitting next to her waiting for me. It was REALLY weird and the last thing I expected him to do. It was also confusing because he and Shop Buddy's parents chose to give them the same "real" name, so whenever anyone was like, "*****......" they were both looked.
Then of course after Man-pretty left to go talk to Cake, everyone kept asking ME if he was wearing anything under his kilt. For some reason I asked him earlier so I actually knew the answer. Is it sad that I found his kilt attractive? I'm guessing it's just seeing him after so long--he really is quite handsome. *sigh*
Okay, I'm changing the subject now because I don't want an ENTIRE post about Man-pretty.
During Contemp. Lit. I tried not to do anything related to the actual class, so Shop Buddy and I found some laptops (or notebooks or whatever they're called this week) and did some stuff on them. The guy behind me (I've never talked to him before this year) saw me checking my blog and he wanted to read it.
I had a major realization when he read some of my entries. He's from Philly and is only a year older than I am. Yet he read my blog and didn't know who anyone was. He didn't believe that such people attended Philly High. He seemed persistant on knowing who He Who Shall Forever Remain Nameless is which I found rather funny because I know for a FACT that they know one another. Everyone in Philly knows each other or has at least heard of each other.
My mom is pissed that my lab results aren't in yet. We won't find out if I have lymes disease until Monday. I guess she misunderstood the nurse or something. If I DO have lymes disease I have to have the spinal tap. If I do not then I have to have a catscan and all that fun stuff. Quite a few people freaked out when I told them I might have lymes disease. Everyone knew at least one person who has had it before and said that the person either a.) almost died, b.) had to have some sort of dangerous medical procedure, or c.) was uber sick when they had it.
I guess I'm weird, but as I'm constantly reminded, we all know that.
This is a really long post. Most of it was about Man-pretty and that bothers me. I am really glad that when he and I talk it's not awkward or anything, but it just feels really comfortable--too comfortable at that.
We'll see how things go from here I guess.
Here's a fantastic song that says it all when nothing more is to be said:
"It Just Won't Quit" -Meat Loaf
And I never really sleep anymore, and I always get those dangerous dreams
And I never get a minute of peace, and I gotta wonder what it means
And I gotta wonder what it means
Maybe it's nothing and I'm under the weather
Maybe it's just one of those bugs going round
Maybe I'm under a spell and it's magic
Maybe there's a witch doctor with an office in town
Oh is this a blessing or is it a curse?
Does it get any better? Can it get any worse?
Will it go on forever or is it over tonight?
Does it come with the darkness? Does it bring out the light?
Is it richer than diamonds or just a little cheaper than spit?
(I don't know what it is)
I don't know what it is but it just won't quit
And there used to be such an easy way of living
And there used to be every hope in the world
And I used to get everything that I went after
But there never used to be this girl, but there never used to be this girl
Maybe I'm crazy and I'm losing my senses
Maybe I'm possessed by a spirit or such
Maybe I'm desperate and I've got no defenses
Can you get me a prescription for that one perfect touch?
It's a stairway to heaven or a subway going down to the pits
(Is it some kind of love?)
I don't know what it is but it just won't quit
There was a time when nothing ever really mattered
There was a time when there was nothing I didn't know
There was a time when I knew just what I was living for
There was a time and the time was so long ago
There was a time and the time was so long ago
And I never really sleep anymore
He settled down and we went to the library--where we used to spend countless minutes kissing before homeroom. We mostly talked about how boring Scotland was. Along with his kilt, he had one of those little leather bag thingers (he told me what it was called but I forgot). He explained that the traditional Scotish who don't wear any undies (free-ballin' as he put it) wore the bag (purse in my opinion--he had his wallet in it) to keep "parts" from being visible to the public eye.
The strangest thing happened while we were talking. It wasn't awkward--it was literally exactly as it had been before. I have this thing, that when I talk to people I CANNOT physically look them in the eye. The thing is, I couldn't bring myself to take my eyes off his. Seriously, I tried looking at the table, but that didn't work--I just kept staring into those brown eyes.
During lunch I ALWAYS sit in exactly the same spot. People know that's my designated spot and if they sit there--well, no one's ever taken it from me....
Man-pretty knows that's where I always sit. Well, I went to get my lunch came back and there was Shop Buddy sitting right where I had left him, Pink Piggy was sitting across from him with the widest eyes I've ever seen. Then I saw Man-pretty sitting next to her waiting for me. It was REALLY weird and the last thing I expected him to do. It was also confusing because he and Shop Buddy's parents chose to give them the same "real" name, so whenever anyone was like, "*****......" they were both looked.
Then of course after Man-pretty left to go talk to Cake, everyone kept asking ME if he was wearing anything under his kilt. For some reason I asked him earlier so I actually knew the answer. Is it sad that I found his kilt attractive? I'm guessing it's just seeing him after so long--he really is quite handsome. *sigh*
Okay, I'm changing the subject now because I don't want an ENTIRE post about Man-pretty.
During Contemp. Lit. I tried not to do anything related to the actual class, so Shop Buddy and I found some laptops (or notebooks or whatever they're called this week) and did some stuff on them. The guy behind me (I've never talked to him before this year) saw me checking my blog and he wanted to read it.
I had a major realization when he read some of my entries. He's from Philly and is only a year older than I am. Yet he read my blog and didn't know who anyone was. He didn't believe that such people attended Philly High. He seemed persistant on knowing who He Who Shall Forever Remain Nameless is which I found rather funny because I know for a FACT that they know one another. Everyone in Philly knows each other or has at least heard of each other.
My mom is pissed that my lab results aren't in yet. We won't find out if I have lymes disease until Monday. I guess she misunderstood the nurse or something. If I DO have lymes disease I have to have the spinal tap. If I do not then I have to have a catscan and all that fun stuff. Quite a few people freaked out when I told them I might have lymes disease. Everyone knew at least one person who has had it before and said that the person either a.) almost died, b.) had to have some sort of dangerous medical procedure, or c.) was uber sick when they had it.
I guess I'm weird, but as I'm constantly reminded, we all know that.
This is a really long post. Most of it was about Man-pretty and that bothers me. I am really glad that when he and I talk it's not awkward or anything, but it just feels really comfortable--too comfortable at that.
We'll see how things go from here I guess.
Here's a fantastic song that says it all when nothing more is to be said:
"It Just Won't Quit" -Meat Loaf
And I never really sleep anymore, and I always get those dangerous dreams
And I never get a minute of peace, and I gotta wonder what it means
And I gotta wonder what it means
Maybe it's nothing and I'm under the weather
Maybe it's just one of those bugs going round
Maybe I'm under a spell and it's magic
Maybe there's a witch doctor with an office in town
Oh is this a blessing or is it a curse?
Does it get any better? Can it get any worse?
Will it go on forever or is it over tonight?
Does it come with the darkness? Does it bring out the light?
Is it richer than diamonds or just a little cheaper than spit?
(I don't know what it is)
I don't know what it is but it just won't quit
And there used to be such an easy way of living
And there used to be every hope in the world
And I used to get everything that I went after
But there never used to be this girl, but there never used to be this girl
Maybe I'm crazy and I'm losing my senses
Maybe I'm possessed by a spirit or such
Maybe I'm desperate and I've got no defenses
Can you get me a prescription for that one perfect touch?
It's a stairway to heaven or a subway going down to the pits
(Is it some kind of love?)
I don't know what it is but it just won't quit
There was a time when nothing ever really mattered
There was a time when there was nothing I didn't know
There was a time when I knew just what I was living for
There was a time and the time was so long ago
There was a time and the time was so long ago
And I never really sleep anymore
Thursday, September 08, 2005
PAINFUL, STRESS, SPINAL TAP?!?!?! Where'd all this come from?
I'll start off saying that I'm an idiot. I arrived at school early today, so I was trying to find Pink Piggy without finding Man-pretty. Well, as I walked I wasn't really watching anything...then there was this really tall guy infront of me (facing the other direction thank goodness). Needless to say it was Man-pretty. I almost walked into him! What are the chances, seriously?
I left school early to go to my doctor's appointment. Oh that was fun. I've been going to the same doctor ever since I can remember, but my mom wanted a second opinion. Well, for the past three years Dr. K (my regular one) has put me on numerous medications to find out what's wrong with me (medically speaking of course). Well, I think I talked to this new doctor guy for around 10 minutes when he looked up from my medical history and said, "You have the symptoms of lymes disease--sounds like you've had it for the past three years." He's not positive because I don't have ALL the symptoms, but he wanted a blood test.
He went on to say that a lot of my migraines come from stress--DUH!
Oh, and then he went back to the lymes disease thing again. Depending on how my blood works come back, I may have to have something called a Spinal Tap--which is exactly what it sounds like. They go in my lower back with a needle, through many layers of muscle, and suck some of my spinal fluid out to run tests on that. Then of course Dr. M told me that it's VERY painful--like I needed to hear that.
After the appointment is when the fun began! Ironically, I had a migraine today--not just any migraine, but one complete with sensitivity to light, sound, smell, and nausea.
I hadn't eaten in somewhere around 24 hours, and then I had to give blood. The lab technician said that I was weird because most females (especially teenage ones) don't watch as the blood is drawn.
Anyone who's seen me loopy beyond all reason (pretty much the entire mid-west) would have thought I was high or something. I had a migraine, no food in my system, just given blood, and I have low blood pressure, so my heart had to work extra to make up for the missing blood. Of course my mom wanted to walk around Wal-mart for 15 minutes dragging me along when all I wanted to do was hit the drive-through of McDonalds.
When I FINALLY had my double cheeseburger and fries in hand what do I do? I make the driver pull of over the car so I can puke on the edge of the highway. Although, a semi did honk as it drove by...but that's besides the point. The entire time all I could think about was NOT getting vomit on my brand new, custom Converse. I don't care if they only cost $2.50, they are my shoes that I specialized myself!!!
Fun day. I get to find out whether or not I have lymes disease tomorrow because the lab was about to close when I had all my blood work done.
Even after all this crap I still want to be a doctor....
I left school early to go to my doctor's appointment. Oh that was fun. I've been going to the same doctor ever since I can remember, but my mom wanted a second opinion. Well, for the past three years Dr. K (my regular one) has put me on numerous medications to find out what's wrong with me (medically speaking of course). Well, I think I talked to this new doctor guy for around 10 minutes when he looked up from my medical history and said, "You have the symptoms of lymes disease--sounds like you've had it for the past three years." He's not positive because I don't have ALL the symptoms, but he wanted a blood test.
He went on to say that a lot of my migraines come from stress--DUH!
Oh, and then he went back to the lymes disease thing again. Depending on how my blood works come back, I may have to have something called a Spinal Tap--which is exactly what it sounds like. They go in my lower back with a needle, through many layers of muscle, and suck some of my spinal fluid out to run tests on that. Then of course Dr. M told me that it's VERY painful--like I needed to hear that.
After the appointment is when the fun began! Ironically, I had a migraine today--not just any migraine, but one complete with sensitivity to light, sound, smell, and nausea.
I hadn't eaten in somewhere around 24 hours, and then I had to give blood. The lab technician said that I was weird because most females (especially teenage ones) don't watch as the blood is drawn.
Anyone who's seen me loopy beyond all reason (pretty much the entire mid-west) would have thought I was high or something. I had a migraine, no food in my system, just given blood, and I have low blood pressure, so my heart had to work extra to make up for the missing blood. Of course my mom wanted to walk around Wal-mart for 15 minutes dragging me along when all I wanted to do was hit the drive-through of McDonalds.
When I FINALLY had my double cheeseburger and fries in hand what do I do? I make the driver pull of over the car so I can puke on the edge of the highway. Although, a semi did honk as it drove by...but that's besides the point. The entire time all I could think about was NOT getting vomit on my brand new, custom Converse. I don't care if they only cost $2.50, they are my shoes that I specialized myself!!!
Fun day. I get to find out whether or not I have lymes disease tomorrow because the lab was about to close when I had all my blood work done.
Even after all this crap I still want to be a doctor....
Wednesday, September 07, 2005
Lockers, Hotel Rooms (part II), Sad Stores, and Man-pretty's return
I was brutally forced into a locker this morning! Okay, so maybe Locker Buddy and Smilie wanted to see if I'd fit, but they didn't have to shut the door and walk away! Luckily, Locker Buddy had her locker popped, so I kicked part of it open. She saw from the other end of the hall, and rushed over before I broke it off the hinges.
Hmmm...once again, I have to bring up He Who Shall Forever Remain Nameless. He and I were pushing each other in chem, like we always do. It ended amusingly. We were just joking around and stuff when Kookie came up to us, smiled, and said "Why don't you two get a room?" Considering the fact that Kookie is He Who Shall Forever Remain Nameless' best friend I found this creepy--the way he said it was like he had no clue. HWSFRN just looked at me and pushed me again. Then of course Victim and Pink Piggy didn't make the situation any better during lunch when they accused me of liking him. I admit, I do flirt with him occasionally, but that's as far as it goes!
I think Mrs. Mollman keeps bringing that sad story "Kayla" out so we can all feel depressed. Seriously, last year she made us read it like twice for English 9...and in Contemp. Lit. we had to read it again!
I just checked my e-amil and there was one from Man-pretty. His plane came in earlier today and he's back from Scotland. He cannot wait to see what's up in Philly or to show me his kilt....
I felt special that he actually e-mailed me. I'm actually scared for his return to school. My life actually feels normal when I walk through the halls of Philly High and not wondering if I'll accidentally walk into Man-pretty as a turn around a corner (which actually happened quite a few times). It was also nice not having a constant reminder of.....well, just him.
I need a new section of blog specifically devoted to "What Mr. Peterson blew up/lit on fire/demolished today." Today it happened to be calcium...we spent most of the hour reviewing scientific notation and not so much in the lab.
I get to go to the neurologist tomorrow. This should be fun.
Hmmm....since anything is possible, maybe I should try to actually persure Mr. Mystery. I have to think about this one. I probably will just end up flirting (my version of flirting which is basically just a regular conversation) a lot and not doing anything else. This is a difficult one that requires tactics and stratagies. lol
Seriously though, I might have to think about this. IT'S FAR TOO HARD!!!
I sincerely apologize to My Favorite Blonde. My advice has never not been helpful. I don't know what to do now, all I can say is that I'm sorry.
Hmmm...once again, I have to bring up He Who Shall Forever Remain Nameless. He and I were pushing each other in chem, like we always do. It ended amusingly. We were just joking around and stuff when Kookie came up to us, smiled, and said "Why don't you two get a room?" Considering the fact that Kookie is He Who Shall Forever Remain Nameless' best friend I found this creepy--the way he said it was like he had no clue. HWSFRN just looked at me and pushed me again. Then of course Victim and Pink Piggy didn't make the situation any better during lunch when they accused me of liking him. I admit, I do flirt with him occasionally, but that's as far as it goes!
I think Mrs. Mollman keeps bringing that sad story "Kayla" out so we can all feel depressed. Seriously, last year she made us read it like twice for English 9...and in Contemp. Lit. we had to read it again!
I just checked my e-amil and there was one from Man-pretty. His plane came in earlier today and he's back from Scotland. He cannot wait to see what's up in Philly or to show me his kilt....
I felt special that he actually e-mailed me. I'm actually scared for his return to school. My life actually feels normal when I walk through the halls of Philly High and not wondering if I'll accidentally walk into Man-pretty as a turn around a corner (which actually happened quite a few times). It was also nice not having a constant reminder of.....well, just him.
I need a new section of blog specifically devoted to "What Mr. Peterson blew up/lit on fire/demolished today." Today it happened to be calcium...we spent most of the hour reviewing scientific notation and not so much in the lab.
I get to go to the neurologist tomorrow. This should be fun.
Hmmm....since anything is possible, maybe I should try to actually persure Mr. Mystery. I have to think about this one. I probably will just end up flirting (my version of flirting which is basically just a regular conversation) a lot and not doing anything else. This is a difficult one that requires tactics and stratagies. lol
Seriously though, I might have to think about this. IT'S FAR TOO HARD!!!
I sincerely apologize to My Favorite Blonde. My advice has never not been helpful. I don't know what to do now, all I can say is that I'm sorry.
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
There IS a difference between Gene Simmons and Richard Simmons
Kudos to Beaver--I'm proud of you.
OHHHHHHH....funny/odd ex-boyfriend story! Everyone knows about how the relationship I had with Man-pretty ended fairly well. My other ex, Whelk Boy, and I did not part on all together "great" terms. I was walking home today and I saw him right infront of me. I think I scared him when I ran up and started a conversation with him. At first he was all like, "Um, yeah....hi" I'm not sure why I did it, but I'm glad I did. He wasn't a great boyfriend, but when he WAS my bestfriend it was fantastic.
Then of course I met up with G-string. He has actually gotten used to me calling him that to his face--he might like the name actually. Anyway, I carried his bag (which probably weighed more than I do) to soccer practice for him while he ran to his mom's work for something.
I'm far too nice.
I think I have to say that the BEST part of the day was when Mr. Peterson flung darts at He Who Shall Forever Remain Nameless' Head. It was great. I'm not trying to be evil, but it shut him up for the rest of the block--which was quite skillful on Mr. P's part!
I had something to say about Mr. Mystery (that sounds a lot better than Mystery Man). Last night I had a thought that he might not be real. Not like an imaginary friend, but there have been times when I've liked a guy and imagined things that were not there--like a sense of decensy for example (Whelk Boy). I don't know. I guess I'm just questioning my judgement because of past experience.
OHHHHHHH....funny/odd ex-boyfriend story! Everyone knows about how the relationship I had with Man-pretty ended fairly well. My other ex, Whelk Boy, and I did not part on all together "great" terms. I was walking home today and I saw him right infront of me. I think I scared him when I ran up and started a conversation with him. At first he was all like, "Um, yeah....hi" I'm not sure why I did it, but I'm glad I did. He wasn't a great boyfriend, but when he WAS my bestfriend it was fantastic.
Then of course I met up with G-string. He has actually gotten used to me calling him that to his face--he might like the name actually. Anyway, I carried his bag (which probably weighed more than I do) to soccer practice for him while he ran to his mom's work for something.
I'm far too nice.
I think I have to say that the BEST part of the day was when Mr. Peterson flung darts at He Who Shall Forever Remain Nameless' Head. It was great. I'm not trying to be evil, but it shut him up for the rest of the block--which was quite skillful on Mr. P's part!
I had something to say about Mr. Mystery (that sounds a lot better than Mystery Man). Last night I had a thought that he might not be real. Not like an imaginary friend, but there have been times when I've liked a guy and imagined things that were not there--like a sense of decensy for example (Whelk Boy). I don't know. I guess I'm just questioning my judgement because of past experience.
Monday, September 05, 2005
Lieblingsfarben
I don't know, I figured I'd throw out a random German word. Actually, it is probably my favorite word because it's two in one. Anyway....
I finished all my homework. I have to admit that the paper I wrote for Mollman is actually quite good, if I do say so myself.
Hmmm, has anyone ever thought of how others perceive us? I mean, people can really get an impression of someone before they even know them. All it takes is a few random facts for a general analysis to be made, but how acurate is it? I don't know, I'm on a random tangent.
Roughly 13 days until I can take my learner's permit test--then I can practice driving my Barney Mobile! That's kinda sad, I have a nickname for my car....
Does this look familiar to anyone? I was reading the paper and it was in there (along with a fantastic picture of me painting by the way). I went to the website and unfortunately, the picture of me was not there, but the mural was. I have to admit that it turned out a lot better than I anticipated it would. I wonder if this year's freshmen are going to paint a mural in their hall? Even if they do, ours will still be better 'cause I said so! Plus I designed and painted our scoreboard, so it has to be freaking great.
I finished all my homework. I have to admit that the paper I wrote for Mollman is actually quite good, if I do say so myself.
Hmmm, has anyone ever thought of how others perceive us? I mean, people can really get an impression of someone before they even know them. All it takes is a few random facts for a general analysis to be made, but how acurate is it? I don't know, I'm on a random tangent.
Roughly 13 days until I can take my learner's permit test--then I can practice driving my Barney Mobile! That's kinda sad, I have a nickname for my car....
Does this look familiar to anyone? I was reading the paper and it was in there (along with a fantastic picture of me painting by the way). I went to the website and unfortunately, the picture of me was not there, but the mural was. I have to admit that it turned out a lot better than I anticipated it would. I wonder if this year's freshmen are going to paint a mural in their hall? Even if they do, ours will still be better 'cause I said so! Plus I designed and painted our scoreboard, so it has to be freaking great.
Did anyone hear that the school was vandalized on Saturday?
So much for out Subway being open by Labor Day weekend. Oh wait, it was supposed to be open on July 3rd....they still haven't even put up all the siding! Sad.
Sunday, September 04, 2005
A brief history of He Who Shall Forever Remain Nameless
For those of you who keep asking why he is nameless, I shall once again tell the evil story of the night his identity became unbearable.
Once upon a time (this past spring) Philly High's forensics team headed for Madison. He Who Shall Forever Remain Nameless, being a sophomore at the time, shunned the rest of us (myself and four seniors). While we went shopping he went to his sister's dorm room and watched movies. When we came back to the hotel (V.I.P. Suites to be exact) he was too good to share a room with Bath Robe, so he took the extra room we had abandoned. Instead of splitting 2 girls in one room, 2 girls in another, and the 2 guys in the last, we put 4 girls in one room, Bath Robe in his own adjoining room, and He Who Shall Forever Remain Nameless took the one down the hall. We were all gathered in Bath Robe's room watching DVDs (he packed a PS2) when He Who Shall Forever Remain Nameless and I were fighting over the bed. He ended up carrying me back to his room....where we watched Comedy Central until 2:00 AM. We again fought over the bed. I fell asleep as he used me as a pillow. The phone rang and no one was on the other end. I then woke up, and dashed back to my room.
Nothing too much actually happened, but...Idk...it was more of the way he acted afterwards.
He really doesn't even deserve a nickname, but to reveal his identity would be amusing.
Anyway, I am far too interested in Mystery Man to concern myself with He Who Shall Forever Remain Nameless. No one knows a whole lot about Mystery Man--it shall stay that way!!! If you are one of the few who know keep it secretive or risk a midget running after you.
Hmm...Trumpet, one of my step-brothers, visited this weekend. He came up for a pre-homework-drunken-frat-party-work-filled-college getaway. He brought his "unofficial fiance" with him. She rocks. She's like 19 and half an inch shorter than I am...so when I put my shoes on I can see over her head--which is a weird experiance for me.
Sadly, I am already putting off my homework. I studied for my chemistry quiz, but I am yet to do my Contemporary Literature homework or my regular English worksheet. Procrastination rocks. I'm so glad we have tomorrow off.
Once upon a time (this past spring) Philly High's forensics team headed for Madison. He Who Shall Forever Remain Nameless, being a sophomore at the time, shunned the rest of us (myself and four seniors). While we went shopping he went to his sister's dorm room and watched movies. When we came back to the hotel (V.I.P. Suites to be exact) he was too good to share a room with Bath Robe, so he took the extra room we had abandoned. Instead of splitting 2 girls in one room, 2 girls in another, and the 2 guys in the last, we put 4 girls in one room, Bath Robe in his own adjoining room, and He Who Shall Forever Remain Nameless took the one down the hall. We were all gathered in Bath Robe's room watching DVDs (he packed a PS2) when He Who Shall Forever Remain Nameless and I were fighting over the bed. He ended up carrying me back to his room....where we watched Comedy Central until 2:00 AM. We again fought over the bed. I fell asleep as he used me as a pillow. The phone rang and no one was on the other end. I then woke up, and dashed back to my room.
Nothing too much actually happened, but...Idk...it was more of the way he acted afterwards.
He really doesn't even deserve a nickname, but to reveal his identity would be amusing.
Anyway, I am far too interested in Mystery Man to concern myself with He Who Shall Forever Remain Nameless. No one knows a whole lot about Mystery Man--it shall stay that way!!! If you are one of the few who know keep it secretive or risk a midget running after you.
Hmm...Trumpet, one of my step-brothers, visited this weekend. He came up for a pre-homework-drunken-frat-party-work-filled-college getaway. He brought his "unofficial fiance" with him. She rocks. She's like 19 and half an inch shorter than I am...so when I put my shoes on I can see over her head--which is a weird experiance for me.
Sadly, I am already putting off my homework. I studied for my chemistry quiz, but I am yet to do my Contemporary Literature homework or my regular English worksheet. Procrastination rocks. I'm so glad we have tomorrow off.
Friday, September 02, 2005
I know how this year will end and there's no way to avoid it
This year shall end in heartbreak. Why? My life feels like it is not my own. Man-pretty isn't in school yet and I find myself noticing other guys. The only thing is that I have a history with one and a partial history with the other. The first is Grandpa Stick--I have no chance with him and I know this; infact, I have no problem accepting it. The second is He Who Shall Forever Remain Nameless. I have a feeling that having him in my chemistry class will not be all too great.
Okay, so I know I have only told a few people He Who Shall Forever Remain Nameless' true identity and there is quite good reason for that. He and I have a mutual dislike/friendship. Don't ask why, but we constantly make fun of each other, but in a loving, caring manner.
Idk, I'm so confused. He kept walking up to me today and elbowing me in the shoulder because he finds that hilarious. He actually hid behind me while Mr. Peterson was blowing things up today. I mean, seriously--he did not think this through! I AM 4 FOOT 11 INCHES TALL....HE'S SOMEWHERE AROUND 6 FOOT SOMETHING!!! Why do I have a thing for tall guys?
Anyway, I have to clear my mind now....I am so glad to have Shop Buddy back. Neither of us are in a shop class this year, but we do have Chemistry and Contemporary Literature together. Actually, I am glad to have all my buddies back. Oh, and I can proudly say that the posse has been destroyed! Thanks to Beaver the '09 section has been demolished--hahaha!!! I think I shall declare Beaver the coolest freshman!
Okay, so I know I have only told a few people He Who Shall Forever Remain Nameless' true identity and there is quite good reason for that. He and I have a mutual dislike/friendship. Don't ask why, but we constantly make fun of each other, but in a loving, caring manner.
Idk, I'm so confused. He kept walking up to me today and elbowing me in the shoulder because he finds that hilarious. He actually hid behind me while Mr. Peterson was blowing things up today. I mean, seriously--he did not think this through! I AM 4 FOOT 11 INCHES TALL....HE'S SOMEWHERE AROUND 6 FOOT SOMETHING!!! Why do I have a thing for tall guys?
Anyway, I have to clear my mind now....I am so glad to have Shop Buddy back. Neither of us are in a shop class this year, but we do have Chemistry and Contemporary Literature together. Actually, I am glad to have all my buddies back. Oh, and I can proudly say that the posse has been destroyed! Thanks to Beaver the '09 section has been demolished--hahaha!!! I think I shall declare Beaver the coolest freshman!
Thursday, September 01, 2005
My locker is already trashed!
I think I was in the building for somewhere around 15 minutes when I noticed I already had crap strewn about in my locker.
The Fool is pregnant!!! Well, techniqually he isn't, but his wife is; they have only been married around a month. Oh, and another girl at school is pregnant--this time it's a senior instead of an 8th grader though.
I found out that I might be able to get my learner's permit in around a month! How sweet is that? Driver's Ed. is...amusing. We were talking about gas prices--I guess in Ladysmith it's over $4.25 already. Vodka said that she even saw it $4.65 somewhere--THIS IS FREAKING UNBELIEVABLE!!!
I'm the only sophomore in my chemistry class--which totally blows. Wanna hear the worst part? I sit next to He Who Shall Forever Remain Nameless. He walked in the door and was absolutely astounded to see me. Yeah, I feel bad saying it, but the teacher, Mr. Peterson, is quite cute. Although, he swears quite often. I think I have to start calling him Antimony. He was trying to help us learn how to memorize elements--his example was Antimony, which is Sb, also known as son of a bitch! I don't think I've ever heard a teacher call someone a dumbass before. It was hilarious because you know he's not serious. He actually went to school in Philly, which isn't really weird, but the fact that he still has his ORIGINAL chemistry notes from back in the day is quite--amusing. Especially when he was reading them and talked about getting freaky with some chick....
In English, Pink Piggy and I were irate! Mrs. Reilly just assumed that President Poseur is the smartest person in our grade--she even went as far to call him the "Sophomore Einstein." Pink Piggy and I do not feel all to strongly towards him. I mean, I was fine with him up until last year. I always thought he and I were close friends until the class president elections. I'm sorry, but no one else would run against him, so I signed up. After he found out I was his competition he stopped talking to me. Oh well, I figures he'd win anyway, but he doesn't need to be like that. Oh my goodness, he just came online--that's odd.
I applied for a job at Dolar Discount as a cashier/stocker. The only bad thing: if I get the job I cannot be on the dance team. My mom told me to apply, see how I like it, and if it interferes with practice I can always quit--the store.
Hmmm. I am really tired; I've been awake since 4:20 am because I somehow set my new alarm clock wrong. People gave me a headache. Seriously, do I look like "Man-pretty Central"...people kept coming up to me and asking where he was! Oh, and Beaver, the thing in his pocket was part of his sunglasses.
The Fool is pregnant!!! Well, techniqually he isn't, but his wife is; they have only been married around a month. Oh, and another girl at school is pregnant--this time it's a senior instead of an 8th grader though.
I found out that I might be able to get my learner's permit in around a month! How sweet is that? Driver's Ed. is...amusing. We were talking about gas prices--I guess in Ladysmith it's over $4.25 already. Vodka said that she even saw it $4.65 somewhere--THIS IS FREAKING UNBELIEVABLE!!!
I'm the only sophomore in my chemistry class--which totally blows. Wanna hear the worst part? I sit next to He Who Shall Forever Remain Nameless. He walked in the door and was absolutely astounded to see me. Yeah, I feel bad saying it, but the teacher, Mr. Peterson, is quite cute. Although, he swears quite often. I think I have to start calling him Antimony. He was trying to help us learn how to memorize elements--his example was Antimony, which is Sb, also known as son of a bitch! I don't think I've ever heard a teacher call someone a dumbass before. It was hilarious because you know he's not serious. He actually went to school in Philly, which isn't really weird, but the fact that he still has his ORIGINAL chemistry notes from back in the day is quite--amusing. Especially when he was reading them and talked about getting freaky with some chick....
In English, Pink Piggy and I were irate! Mrs. Reilly just assumed that President Poseur is the smartest person in our grade--she even went as far to call him the "Sophomore Einstein." Pink Piggy and I do not feel all to strongly towards him. I mean, I was fine with him up until last year. I always thought he and I were close friends until the class president elections. I'm sorry, but no one else would run against him, so I signed up. After he found out I was his competition he stopped talking to me. Oh well, I figures he'd win anyway, but he doesn't need to be like that. Oh my goodness, he just came online--that's odd.
I applied for a job at Dolar Discount as a cashier/stocker. The only bad thing: if I get the job I cannot be on the dance team. My mom told me to apply, see how I like it, and if it interferes with practice I can always quit--the store.
Hmmm. I am really tired; I've been awake since 4:20 am because I somehow set my new alarm clock wrong. People gave me a headache. Seriously, do I look like "Man-pretty Central"...people kept coming up to me and asking where he was! Oh, and Beaver, the thing in his pocket was part of his sunglasses.
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