HAPPY DREW'S BIRTHDAY DAY!

i. love. christmas. so much.

its time for the obligatory what i got for christmas post. i am a very happy girl. i didnt get a camcorder, cause im not eileen. but i did get the following:

CDs (*=burned from Mouse)
Phantom of the Opera Soundtrack. (NOTE: this soundtrack is two discs, but the company or whatever didnt put in disc one. how suck does that? mutchly.)
Ani Difranco: Educated Guess
Stephen Lynch: Superhero
All-American Rejects: All-American Rejects*
Wizard of Oz Soundtrack*
Aqua: Aquarium*
Destiny's Child: Destiny Fulfilled*
The Moldy Peaches: The Moldy Peaches*
Nightmare Before Christmas Soundtrack*
Tori Amos: Little Earthquakes*
Sarah McLachlan: Afterglow*
Rocky Horror Soundtrack*
t.A.T.u.: 200km/h in the Wrong Lane*
Two Mixes*


DVDs
Finding Nemo Collector's Edition
Lion King Special Edition
Return of the King Extended Version
Mr. Deeds

Books
Anthem: Ayn Rand
Angels and Daemons: Dan Brown (The same edition I got for Emma)
Alpha and Omega: The Search for the Beginning and End of the Universe: Charles Seife
Wicked: Gregory Maguire


Giftcards
Blockbuster ($15) with which I bought Peter Pan
Spin Street ($15) with which I bought Return of the King Soundtrack
Barnes and Noble ($15) with which I bought Feed

Orange Things (*=from Canyon River Blues)
Newsie hat
Long sleeved shirt*
Long sleeved baseball shirt*
Short sleeved shirt*
Fuzzy socks
Dip-dyed netty sweater-shirt
Light zipper-hoodie*
Round dangly earrings
Chocolate orange lip balm
Hightop peace collection Converses (That I don't have yet becuase the company isn't even getting them until the fifteenth. Grrr.)


Other
Black arm socks
Cashews
Various other candies

is that it? i think thats it. o wait, i forgot the
HAIRSPRAY TICKETS.
(January 2, 1:30, balcony above mezzanine)

you see why i am a very happy girl?

i. LOVE. christmas.

Stolen from Emma

UPDATE! its over! you win!

UPDATE! okay, my friends know my music way too well. but there are a few you havent gotten that i really think you can. i think eileen should get 13 and ALL OF YOU should know 14. 17 IS into the woods, but it doesnt count without the title. same with 23. come on guys, lets knock the whole list out.

Step 1: Get your playlist together, put it on random, and play
Step 2: Pick your favorite lines from the first 25 songs that play
Step 3: Post and let everyone you know guess what song the lines come from
Step 4: Cross-out the songs when someone guesses correctly (and by cross out, i mean change the color)
NO CHEATING, YOU DWEEBS!
ready? GO!

1. She keeps moet et chandon in her pretty cabinet. 'Let them eat cake,' she says, just like Marie Antoinette.
"Killer Queen" Queen (HATTIE)

2. So your old lady don't love you no more. So you're afraid zere's a volf at your door. So you've got streetrats dat scream in your ear? ...You win some, you lose some, my dear!
"High Times, Hard Times" Newsies (EILEEN, HATTIE)

3. Fallin’ all over myself to lick your heart and taste your health 'cause, with birds I'll share this lonely view...
"Scar Tissue" Red Hot Chili Peppers (EMMA, EILEEN)

4. I can dim the lights and sing you songs full of sad things, we can do the tango just for two.
"(Good Old Fashioned) Lover Boy" Queen (HATTIE)

5. What you feel is what you are, what you are is beautiful.
"Slide" Googoo Dolls (LILLA)

6. So excuse me forgetting, but these things I do. You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue. Anyway, the thing is, what I really mean: yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen.
"Your Song" Ewan McGregor (EMMA)

7. Drug money is used to rig elections, and train brutal corporate sponsored dictators around the world. They're trying to build a prison! They're trying to build a prison! They're trying to build a prison! (for you and me to live in)
"Prison Song" System of a Down (JUSTIN)

8. And I am sorry, I am not a maiden fair. And I am not a kitten stuck up a tree somewhere.
"Not a Pretty Girl" Ani Difranco (EILEEN)

9. Music! Food of love, emotion, mathematics, isolation! Rhythm, feeling, power, harmony, and heavy competition!
"La Vie Boheme" RENT (EILEEN, HATTIE)

10. You! he thought he heard her say. What brings you here today? Poor young rich boy! Masturbates for a vaudeville tart! What a waste of a firey heart! ::(and also):: Leave your little backyard, my friend! There are causes to DIE for!
"The Night that Goldman Spoke at Union Square" Ragtime (JUSTIN, EILEEN, HATTIE)

11. It well may be that we will never meet again, in this lifetime, so let me say before we part so much of me is made of what I learned from you. You'll be with me, like a handprint on my heart. And now whatever way our stories end, I know you have re-written mine by being my friend.
"For Good" Wicked (EILEEN even though she got the title wrong, HATTIE, LILLA)

12. :His beauty doth all things excel. By faith I know but ne'er can tell.: The glory which I now can see in Jesus Christ, the apple tree. "
Jesus Christ, the Apple Tree" Novus Girls (RACHEL O'C, LILLA)

13. If it weren't for my brain, I'd go over and make friends. Too bad about my brain 'cause I'd like to make friends.
"This Boquet" Ani Difranco (ALANNA)

14. The last time I saw you, we had just split in two. You was looking at me, I was looking at you. You had a way so familiar I could not recognize, cause you had blood on your face, and I had blood in my eyes, but I could swear by your expression that the pain down in your soul was the same as the one down in mine. That's the pain that cuts a straight line down through the heart. We call it love. We wrapped our arms around each other, tried to shove ourselves back together. We were makin' love, makin' love.
"The Origin of Love" Hedwig & the Angry Inch Soundtrack (ALANNA)

15. Yellow man in Timbucktoo. Colour for both me and you. Kung fu fighting, dancing queen. Tribal spaceman, and all that's in between!
"Spice Up Your Life!" Spice Girls (MOUSE, LILLA)

16. You teach? I teach. Computer age philosophy. But my students would rather watch TV. Huh, America. America!
"Santa Fe" RENT (EILEEN even though she got the title wrong)

17. Do not put your faith In a cape and a hood; they will not protect you the way that they should. And take extra care with strangers; even flowers have their dangers, and though scary is exciting, nice is different than good.
"I Know Things Now" Into the Woods (MORGAN)

18. For the sum of my life I have lived in hope, we might all be Christian brothers. I have worked to pursuade every white-skinned man, that he need not fear our race. I deplore Mr. Walker's actions, and the irreparable harm he has done to my people, and I wish that I might tell him face to face.
"Coalhouse Demands" Ragtime (both EILEEN and JUSTIN had the general idea, but neither of them got it right. HATTIE, however, did.)

19. So if you care to find me, look to the western sky! As someone told me lately, everyone deserves the chance to fly! And if I'm flying solo, at least I'm flying free. To those who'd ground me, take a message back from me: tell them how I am defying gravity! I'm flying high, defying gravity, and soon I'll match them in renown. And nobody, in all of Oz, no wizard that there is or was, is ever gonna bring-- ME DOWN!
"Defying Gravity" Wicked (EMMA, LILLA)

20. Do you know you're the one I adore? Next year at Hogwarts you'll see I've transformed. I will hold my head up high; I'm a Gryffindor! And you won't need to save me anymore.
"Ode to Harry Potter" Switchblade Kittens (EILEEN even though once again she's too lazy to look up the title.)

21. No, I'm not here to harm you, I only want to KILL! You shall have your monster, I shall drink my fill. At last I am embracing my bloody destiny! Dear Mom and Dad this face will be, the last thing that you ever see! Revenge will be a home for me!
"Apology to a Cow" Batboy (EILEEN, HATTIE got the idea.)

22. Stop running, stop running, turn around. Please come back, come back to me now. If you refuse, hasten your stride, just know I'll always be running by your side.
"Road to Nowhere" Sandyfeet (EILEEN who doesn't know the real title of any song in the world)

23. Exploring things you'd never dare 'cause you don't care when suddenly there's a big tall terrible giant at the door. A big tall lady giant sweeping the floor. And she gives you food and she gives you rest, and she draws you close to her giant breast, and you know things now that you never knew before. Not 'till the sky.
"Giants in the Sky" Into the Woods (ALANNA)

24. Poor! All my life I've always been poor! I keep asking God what I'm for, and he tells me "Gee, I'm not sure! SWEEP THAT FLOOR, KID!"
"Skid Row (Downtown)" Little Shop of Horrors (EILEEN)

25. And if you've got no other choice, you know you can follow my voice, through the dark turns and noise of this wicked little town.
"Wicked Little Town" Hedwig and the Angry Inch (EILEEN)

Well. That was fun. Break a leg.

IT'S HERE!!!

Like, WTF, mates?

holy crickets, batman, youre harry potter!

o yes. i can be robin (he ran away from a chicken this morning) and hermione in the same sentence, biznatch. like this. (yes, i did it, and yes, i have too much late-night spare time)


o yeah. thats me. uh huh. but only for the moment.

there is a NINE HOUR BOY MEETS WORLD MARATHON on sunday. abc family, biznatch. you just dont understand how good this is. and with new degrassi. JESUS. how am i going to have time to read great expectations? on that note, i hope you people appreciate that im posting. cause i should be reading. or study-questions-ing. which is actually what i got on the computer to do. almost two hours ago. and have i done ANY study questions? ...well, ill let you infer the answer on that one.

im listening to the novus practice cd. not because i want to practice, but because i like it. o my god. DORK. but we all knew that.
didnt we?

its freezing. i really wanna go to bed. but i havent blogged in forever and well, honestly, i just love you guys. or something. puerum cum maria! matre ejus! all right. latin mess. adoraverunt. eum! right. but we already clarified that i was a dork.

last night i spent it with eileen, and we coined ludicrous philosophies. there was a tie for best ludicrous philosophy, between

• matter and time and space are like justin. if they walk to the car in a skirt, their parents will freak out a lot. and
• there is like a hundred time and space.

of course they both make sense. shut up! YES THEY DO!

WOMAN! WHERE IS MY SUPPER?!

and that was the end of that.

OH LOCHINVAR! YOURE SOOO DREEEAMY!

and why, you few, you proud, you readers of my blog ask, have i not really posted in ages? well. youd get a really long post from me today, except that i did radio play for like eleven hours. jesus. its good though. i am so busy. okay. radio play, yeah. and the normal chamber and novus and great expectations, which is an activity in of itself. plus, mr williams has us memorizing music out of rehearsal nowadays. AND he's added three more rehearsals. jesus, i say again. im sorry. i cant do this. i gotta go. call me when you have a nap handy, and a chill pill. jesus.

in case you didnt know, heteros can be

too.

This Doesn't Even RESEMBLE a Real Post

but yknow what? i just dont care.

Take the quiz: "Which'>http://www.zenhex.com/quiz.php?id=710>"Which Random Irish Gaelic Phrase Are You? "

Ta mo bhriste tri thine
Ta mo bhriste tri thine - 'My trousers are on fire.'You're a few bricks short of a load, aren't you? You're probably not allowed to use sharp objects and you should be locked in a rubber room. With Rubber rats. Rubber rats? I hate rubber rats. They drive me crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once. They put me in a rubber room. With rubber rats. Rubber rats? I hate rubber rats...

Abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz!

lena and i have discovered the most amazing game ever. it is to create [something resembling] a sentence, wherein every word starts with the following alphabet letter. for example:

and by candles damned effortlesly for good hell in just knowing llamas made no opinion parted queens ready stern to under violins wondering xylophones you zoo.

after bacon comes demon effigies fondling great health in just keeping lampoons motivated never opening portals quarterly really stern teachings under "velocian" wanderers Xtreme young zebras

Altered beets come down easily from grand hammocks is just keen learnings meaning none open perinial quilts restoring some tainted unviverse with xeens younder zeffers

alexander beat candy dogs enough for grouling handlings in johns kitchen lying mans no opinionated poops quiling rest stoffers to unified veiling wonder x-chromosone youthfuling zurie

amazing benign catalysts damage every fine grood hottie in juxtaposed kite lovin' monosaccharides naught overly propinquitous quandries stating too usefull virginity was x-the-variable younger zingers!

and all was come to darkness.

recap: this weekend i went to lakeshore for the writers retreat. o the joy. it was amazing. maybe ill at some point post some of the stuff i wrote there. maybe not. i have math homework. i already did biology and it was lame. mouse burned me Wicked and i swear on the souls of my dead relatives that Defying Gravity made me cry. its so nice. ten points to mouse for that. and ten points to sean for fetching us a good table at lunch today despite the rain and everyone flocking inside. and ten points to mulan for COMING OUT ON DVD TOMORROW. and ten thousand points to morgan for being the best and reading her poem to the class and giving me someone with whom to see huckabees this weekend. anyone else wanna come? then come.

The Verdict is In

can i have a drumroll here?

*drumroll*

thank you. and sara has gone to see the doctor, and the doctor finds that the defendent has....

SEVERE BRONCHITIS.

i know what youre thinking. "that sounds pretty icky, but okay." WRONG! it is incredibly icky, and i am NOT OKAY. i wont be back in school till wednesday, sorry, doctors orders. she put me on a cough syrup, a pill, and a huffer thingy. thats right folks, saras huffing. save her soul.

in other news, i feel like crap, dads just dropped off my prescriptions (all four of them. yes, four, i got some facial cream too, just for fun), i want them to get ready and get picked up NOW so that i can injest them as quickly as possible and GO TO SLEEP. but right now, i have to write an email to mr williams to tell him ill be missing novus.

so bye.

LEAVE!

But Seriously I'm Like Uhhhh

okay, so heres my schedule for the past few days.
wednesday, 730pm: dinner.
1030pm: sleep
thursday, sixth period: wickedbad headache
417pm: to bed for powernap
friday, 1130am: woke up. headache status= worse. attempt to eat= failed.
1200pm: two tylenol.
1230pm: headache status= better enough that walking is plausible.
215pm: attempt to eat= relatively successful. hours since previous meal= almost 43.
303pm: blog.
304pm: go to memorize monologue for inductions.

uh. the end?

Meat Pies

dunkan came over. we made meat pie. fun times. today was a good day until about five minutes ago. its high time i gave up, doncha think? yup. i cant read what im writing because its in white. mother made chicken for dinner. i dont have choir tomorrow. i almost went to wendys with hattie, but mother wants her to get a little more experience driving. i shouldve known. here you go david caffey. almost interesting facts about my life. score one for life.

hey. artist. you got a dollar?

huh.
i thought not.

ANI!

ANIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!

o. my. god. ANI. she was amazing. wonderful. awesome. short.

we went, and we waited outside forever, and then they let us in and we waited inside forever, and then the lesbian comedian came and was funny, but we wanted to hear ani. and then the indigo girls came and they were great too, but we WANTED TO HEAR ANI. then when the indigo girls got done they had a twenty minute slideshow about american rights history or something, and LORD did we wanna hear ani. and then! she came! ah! we all died, except not, because ani is a goddess. shes very short and cute and had a bass player who was awesome. andandand--

i love ani. i do i do. i am very sleepy. and i cant sing. because of ani. we stood up for four hours. it was SO worth it. SO. *dies in bliss*

And POOF! You're Dead.

this is what happens when school starts. you get lots and lots and LOTS of homework starting about a week and a half in, and then suddenly youre not blogging for three weeks or so. god. i suck. surely something interesting has happened in all that time, right?

Right?

*long pause* i got nothin. im gunna have to ramble. and by ramble, i mean talk about whatever the helk i wanna with no point or purpose. goody! okay. guess who came to my house. thats right: LANE! w00t! it was so totally krunk and exciting what with foreign language night at the football game and winning by a million and 60s togas and hattie and eileen and lane and falling asleep on the couch and at the computer and going to novus and general happiness. at novus we got all rearranged to see where we sounded best. im not on the end by rachel o'c anymore. but ill live. im by coretta and some girl i dont know, but mouse is the other side of coretta, so that will be good times. i hate mr smith. i do. he sucks. yknow whos hilarious? newman. that boy is hilarious. and dunkans hair is growing. its so cool how you can tell when shorthair peoples hair is growing. cause they cut it and then boom! suddenly its longer. i wish that worked with long hair. i have theorized that hair grows slower and slower as it gets longer. thats probably either total crap or already been proven. o well. we had cousins from arizona over. this is a good thing because whenev the out of town relative folks come to town mother goes to corkys and we eat with much rejoicing. lord. hero is a great movie. it makes me think of amelias dad when hes was like "o but the colors!" cause the colors amaze me out the DOOR. and theres practically NO blood. score one million for tarentino. i made up that spelling. t'other night i dreamt i was at p didys party and there was a murderer who was nathans sister and also Little Italy off the NML. how odd. there was an article about amelias dad in the paper today. i havent read it yet, cause mom just told me a few minutes ago and i have yet to get off my rear to read it. justin is having one of those things today where he invites me and lilla to his house to watch whatever movie just so he can have amanda over. how nice. he says thats not why, but i see right through him.

o well. free chips.

Red Vampire Dresses and Babies

this is a relatively short post, but i just remembered what i dreamt last night and want to write it down before i forget for the third time.

someone was coming to the house and we (me and... someone else? i dont know. though theres a chance it was kathryn... or drew...) had to hide, but we couldnt hide, so mother gave me a red dress and some fangs because apparently people who come to your house wont hurt you if youre a vampire. but the fangs didnt really fit right because my fingernails arent long enough (that part made sense in the dream, i swear) but it was okay becuase that part of the dream ended and a new we (me, jack kelly, and *thinks* someone else. i always forget who someone is) were walking around some big brick town looking for the lodging house so we could impress the baby that was following us around, and we walked by a candy shop and some puppets and an old timey truck in a field, and then we got lost and had to hide from the guy in the truck, so we went about the other side of Convenient Brick Building and there was a fluffy dog. THE END!

There's a Fork in Ma's Leg!

this is the obligatory start of school post. its late, i know. i shouldve posted this like, last week. but i was very very busy. so it comes now. lets go over my classes in brief, shall we? swell.

1st period. homeroom: ms johnson. i love her for the sole reason that she issued lockers and i love my locker. its on the top, its at the end, and i dont have to share it. its like mouses last year. people in this class: morgan.

2nd period. latin. ms lafon. shes a crazy ho, but cool nonetheless. loves latin more than i do, which is scary, cause i love latin. tends to incorporate her dog into the lesson daily. tends to teach us songs about latin grammar. people in this class: moore, annebel.

3rd period. lifetime wellness. coach willis. nice lady. reminds me of queen latifah. it is a class of busywork, but i have amusing company, and its easy. people in this class: mercer, rachel o'c who calls me stevie, peter, chris, justin, amelia, chi. also carter and anna talley, who are decent company.

4th period. clue. ms kitts. GREAT JUMPING JESUS ON A BLOODY POGO STICK. i love this class. i love ms kitts. i love clue. jesus christ. (is my lord and savior.) its amazing. she loves grammar. she loves books. i love grammar and books. wow. its amazement. people in this class: rachel, morgan, mariana.

5th period. chamber choir. ms jackson. she is usually very nice to chamber, but today was agitated and therefore mean. i do like the class. we sound good. this is a huge relief. i worried. people in this class: mercer, moore, lauren huddleston, william henry.

lunch. c. nappy asphault. i very much like my lunch. people in this lunch: dunkan, newman, lena, sean, bruce, morgan, alanna, rachel, elise, brett hanover, sophie, afton, becca, mouse, eileen, laylee, annebel, many many others, obviously. i know im leaving someone out. i always do. whoever you are, i love you.

6th period. smartmath. ms underwood. shes not quite as boring as i thought. overall its a decent class, nothing amazing. sucks to have it right after lunch, cause its like FRIENDS AND JOY! and then MEDIOCRITY! but wotev. i got a 25 out of 25 on the quiz we got back today. and 2 extra credit points for getting all my extra equations right. people in this class: rachel o'c, chi, ali rohrbacher. yes. i can spell rohrbacher. its not really that hard.

7th period. choir with mr williams. god, i wish. i HATE my 7th period. smartscience. uhg. MR. T, YOU ARE THE MOST BORING PERSON EVER. all we do is take notes. all the time. i hate it. i dont even have a lab partner. people in this class: mercer, lilla, mariana, some girl named kelsey whos nice, sarah piazza.

thus goeth my days. word is we hear about novus by saturday. im really anxious. if i dont get in itll be the lowdark of my year, i just know it. i have to shower and study for biology, maybe make some notecards or some such mess. there. ive blogged. arent you happy?

if i make novus i have choir five days a week until after all west, when it becomes only four.

Look What I Made!

look what i made! Originally uploaded by AChocolateOrange.

You Can Read the Comics Again

*puts Les on shoulders*

WE BEAT 'EM!!

*thousands of cheering extras*

Score! Limbo!

The Dante's Inferno Test has sent you to the First Level of Hell - Limbo!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Very High
Level 2 (Lustful)	Very Low
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	Moderate
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Low
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Very Low
Level 7 (Violent)	Low
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	Moderate
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Very Low

Take the Dante's" Inferno Test

well, i think its cool...

hennyway. i havent blogged in a while, sorry about that. here's the things that have happened since, but not in order.

brett hanover and i sued new york city for itself because weve both been there and neither of us saw anyone throw up or pass out. therefore, we got jipped. brett wanted manhattan, all the little islands, and half the Brooklyn bridge. i, obviously, wanted Brooklyn and the ENTIRE Brooklyn bridge. so we compromised and i gave him the rights to putting the people on the bridge who tell about the history. yknow. thems.

i dreamed there was a couple, whom i didnt know, and there was a pool party and they were fighting, but then they made up because i told them to. and they went swimming. and everyone clapped. gooooo me!

drew, cody, dad, and i watched bubba ho-tep. if you havent seen that movie, i suggest you go and see it RIGHT NOW. its about elvis, who is in a rest home, and his black friend (jack?) who thinks hes kennedy. and a mummy, whos sucking old peoples souls out through their bums. elvis and kennedy proceed to devise a plan to destroy the mummy. exploits ensue.

hattie will be home THE DAY AFTER TOMORROW. *i see you shiver with antici---pation!*

we have left of summer the same amount of time as spring break. its all good.

last night i drew. me. draw. picture. drawing. how weird. picture of cetsy. rex's sister. you people who were at icecream and friends and newsies night all long time ago know what im talking about. i also filled out the newsied-up surveys for cetsy and rex. wow. i seriously love them to death. and am thoroughly enjoying claiming them as my own and developing them as i wish. cetsy is going in the shizophrenic fic no doubt. rex was already in one. they are just way too cool.

now that youre all confused...

what else? going to a semi-thing later: apparently that drumline movie is good. but thats from the mouth of a percussionist, and theyre kinda weird, so you never know. we'll find out. hopefully will be getting in some saints time too. w00tw00t. after semithing ill be coming home and READING UNTIL I DIE. or at least fall asleep, which should be at a fairly reasonable hour, as i got up before one today. w00tw00t again! and tomorrow ill have a heart attack and die waiting for hattie to get home. ill leave you with a quote again. here, let me think of one...

"Our love is God. Let's go get a slushie." --J.D., as played by Christian Slater in Heathers

Crazy Dreaming. Hair and Newsies.

i need to blog all the crazy stuff i dreamt last night before i forget it. okay. they were all about hair except the third one.
 
first: whitney barbieri wanted a haircut. i told her id do it. THE END.
 
second: kathryn told me she had to shave her head for some school project. or a competition or something.  i was upset. then she wanted some crest whitestrips so we went to kroger but couldnt find any. i saw jonathan helm, my old friend jimmys big brother. we had a very generic conversation. THE END.
 
third: jack and blink were snowsledding (isnt that the only type of sledding?) in the woods outside the previous dream's kroger. they were snowsledding in a wagon. like, the kind you buy for little children, of which there are two in the shed in my backyard. however. there was no snow. it was just understood that they were snowsledding and having a merry time and all. people were running around in the tracks the wagon made. it didnt have any wheels. im impressed with their maddd skillz. they didnt hit a tree or anything. THE END.
 
fourth: hattie dyed her hair boring brown. and i cried. you would too, admit it. THE END.
 
okay. i hope i have the energy to write about the strike party. lemme splain. no, it is too much. lemme sum up. dunkan, mouse, amelia, morgan, eileen, me. we newsied ourselves. ripped up newspapers all over the bed. huge mess. watched legend. dunkan and mouse went home. watched newsies. it did, indeed, take four hours, as predicted. specs's name is mark. watched bandits. a BEAUTIFUL in-german movie about a band. they break out of jail and have exploits and things. ate ice cream. went to bed at fivish. eileen and amelia woke up WAY too early and left. morgan and i went back to sleep till three. she went home at five thirty-ish. thats all.
 
and a final note: ELMO WANTS TO BE A CHICKEN! ELMO WANTS TO BE A DUCK! CLUCK CLUCK CLUCK CLUCK!

No Extreme Temperatures for You!

wow. theyve updated blogger. its pretty cool. its also 330ish and im awake. so much for fixing my sleeping pattern. ill be okay by the time school starts up again though.
 
about the title, my house does not believe in extreme temperatures aparently, as this summer so far the air conditioner has broken and been fixed, and the ice maker and the water heater are broken. you hear me? the water heater. i. need. a SHOWER. they fix it tomorrow. *looks at time* today i guess, technically. let them come soon.
 
eileen and i were last night discussing what boys think girls do at sleepovers. so we took what we were doing and added what we knew boys would be doing if they were having a sleepover. here follows the amusing result.
 
*Justin's house. Brian, Chris, Devin and Justin sit in circle, eating pizza on the floor.*
 
Brian: We should have a pillow fight, in the manner of little girls. Y'know Sara and Eileen are having a sleepover, I bet they're fighting in their panties right now. 
Justin: I think, generally, that's all girls do at sleepovers…pillow fights. (Justin moves uncomfortably as other guys give him "You're ignorant" looks.) 
Brian: You have no idea. 
Devin: Yeah, but I bet they're only pillow fighting now. It's still early. 
Chris: Wot kinda panties do ya think they're wearing? (laughs)
 
*Sara's House, Eileen and Sara sit on bed--Eileen writes and Sara reads a school book. They are both fully clothed.*
 
Sara: Have you ever had boiled cabbage? 
Eileen: Yes, it's quite good. 
Sara: y'remember that stuff we had in HuntHistory…did that have boiled cabbage in it? 
Eileen: Yeh, I think. That stuff was good. And therefore boiled cabbage. 
Sara: Your logic sucks man. 
Eileen: Yeah…. 
*Eileen proceeds writing and Sara proceeds reading.*
 
THE END (but not really)
 
yes. we ARE wonderful indeed. i have discovered color. what i was reading was count of monte cristo. the first summer reading book in AGES i havent hated. yay for me and my chapter 17 of 73. i, personally, think i am doing well reading it. what eileen was writing was a fic for me in the good notebook (ie the one from kathryn, hardcover and GORGEOUS, i love it). it is, by far, the saddest fic i have read to date. sadder even than the black river fic, sadder even than ~Alone~, a work of eileens in which i die. and no one dies. it is amazing. stupendous. i am lit up by it. and i only cried the first... three times i read it. and that pen elicits neatness.
 
for dinner it was lemon pepper chicken. in a word, weird. i am unused to strange chicken. i ate a little though, and salad and bread. why am i telling you this? you dont care. ill tell you about the fez party.
 
there was not a lot of fez actually, just watching of party monster. good flick, too many drugs though. morgan, eileen, and amelia went to bed relatively early in perspective, while lane, dunkan and i stayed up until 9AM. we did keanu reeves impressions for five hours because when youre that tired, everythings funny. lane does the best keanu reeves voice ive yet heard. "I am keanu dracula! ...wait. no... COUNT dracula." *dies laughing* you had to be there. then we invented pelvis rockets, which are very fun, but only if you are very comfortable in your sexuality and dont mind taking the risk of people rolling onto your face. we looked at pictures of beautiful people and lane insists i send her all of them. there are no good pictures of dutchy or slightly on the internet, and look, only one of them is a newsie. we ate popcorn with our toes. dunkan took home her hoodie and notebook but left her comb, gel, and chopstick. amelia left at 8, unable to sleep soundly and not feeling well, poor girl.
 
hattie was online today. you hear me? HATTIE. i am amazed. i am happy. i love hattie. we are dating. but not like that. you dike. i love that word, dike. dike. dike. i leave you with this:
 
COLLINS: angel dumott schunard will now model the latest fall fashions from Paris, while accompanying herself on the 10 gallon plastic pickle tub
ANGEL: and collins will recount his exploits as an anarchist, including the successful reprogramming of the MIT virtual reality equipment to self-destruct, as it broadcast the words: "ACTUAL REALITY--ACT UP--FIGHT AIDS!"

Movie Survey Thingy.

Movie Survey Thingy

gee, two posts in two days. amazing.-B

My, But Wood's a Good Keeper

harry potter is on the tv. and thats happy. but it doesnt make up for the fact that moore IMed me while i was away and said she was going to Oliver tonight and had an extra ticket if i wanted to come. by the time i was back online her cousin was all set to go. and thats sad. and snapes robe is on fire. GO HARRY GO! slytherin seeker is a total stupidface. hahah. potter ate the snitch. but they won. so its okay. i love seamus. hes excellent. feels more like a hufflepuff to me though...

yesterday i was at kristens. we watched girl interrupted. that is a good film. ive seen lots of movies lately, including not in theatres. spiderman, saved!, etcetc. but also crybaby, the breakfast club, girl interrupted (like said)... you get the point. unfortunately, what i SHOULD be doing is reading count of monte cristo. and jane eyre.

today i am at home. i want to clean my room. and i want to play RENT. and i want to do it very, VERY loudly. i want to fix my sleeping pattern so that i get up before one. maybe even before noon. i wanna buy expensive school supplies that ill never use. but i ESPECIALLY want all my friends to come home. yes. i definitely want that most. places where my friends are that is too too far away: mississippi, kentucky, whereverdukeis, ENGLAND, more kentucky, and colorado.

BUGGER. okay. lets watch harry potter and be happy. and then play RENT. VERY LOUDLY. yes. thats what we'll do. (mark has got his work, they say mark lives for his work, and marks in love with his work. mark HIDES in his work.)

THE END!

1992 minus 1976? NOT fourteen.

we've all been deceived for all this time. he was SIXTEEN, not fourteen... which means... waaaiiiit...

he was 14 in ROBOCOP?!

the cutest thing youve ever seen with a gun... is my age.

this is the weirdest thing ever. someone please tell me who came up with 14 and why we all believed it. i dont understand. really i dont. whered did those two years go?

the man is 28. and i didnt even throw him a birthday party in april. *hangs head* for shaaaame.

What I Learned at Church Camp

Leviticus 15: Concerning Bodily Discharges

~*~1The LORD spoke to Moses and Aaron, saying: 2Speak to the people of Israel and say to them:
When any man has a discharge from his member,a his discharge makes him ceremonially unclean. 3The uncleanness of his discharge is this: whether his memberb flows with his discharge, or his memberc is stopped from discharging, it is uncleanness for him. 4Every bed on which the one with the discharge lies shall be unclean; and everything on which he sits shall be unclean. 5Anyone who touches his bed shall wash his clothes, and bathe in water, and be unclean until the evening. 6All who sit on anything on which the one with the discharge has sat shall wash their clothes, and bathe in water, and be unclean until the evening. 7All who touch the body of the one with the discharge shall wash their clothes, and bathe in water, and be unclean until the evening. 8If the one with the discharge spits on persons who are clean, then they shall wash their clothes, and bathe in water, and be unclean until the evening. 9Any saddle on which the one with the discharge rides shall be unclean. 10All who touch anything that was under him shall be unclean until the evening, and all who carry such a thing shall wash their clothes, and bathe in water, and be unclean until the evening. 11All those whom the one with the discharge touches without his having rinsed his hands in water shall wash their clothes, and bathe in water, and be unclean until the evening. 12Any earthen vessel that the one with the discharge touches shall be broken; and every vessel of wood shall be rinsed in water.
13 When the one with a discharge is cleansed of his discharge, he shall count seven days for his cleansing; he shall wash his clothes and bathe his body in fresh water, and he shall be clean. 14On the eighth day he shall take two turtledoves or two pigeons and come before the LORD to the entrance of the tent of meeting and give them to the priest. 15The priest shall offer them, one for a sin offering and the other for a burnt offering; and the priest shall make atonement on his behalf before the LORD for his discharge.
16 If a man has an emission of semen, he shall bathe his whole body in water, and be unclean until the evening. 17Everything made of cloth or of skin on which the semen falls shall be washed with water, and be unclean until the evening. 18If a man lies with a woman and has an emission of semen, both of them shall bathe in water, and be unclean until the evening.
19 When a woman has a discharge of blood that is her regular discharge from her body, she shall be in her impurity for seven days, and whoever touches her shall be unclean until the evening. 20Everything upon which she lies during her impurity shall be unclean; everything also upon which she sits shall be unclean. 21Whoever touches her bed shall wash his clothes, and bathe in water, and be unclean until the evening. 22Whoever touches anything upon which she sits shall wash his clothes, and bathe in water, and be unclean until the evening; 23whether it is the bed or anything upon which she sits, when he touches it he shall be unclean until the evening. 24If any man lies with her, and her impurity falls on him, he shall be unclean seven days; and every bed on which he lies shall be unclean.
25 If a woman has a discharge of blood for many days, not at the time of her impurity, or if she has a discharge beyond the time of her impurity, all the days of the discharge she shall continue in uncleanness; as in the days of her impurity, she shall be unclean. 26Every bed on which she lies during all the days of her discharge shall be treated as the bed of her impurity; and everything on which she sits shall be unclean, as in the uncleanness of her impurity. 27Whoever touches these things shall be unclean, and shall wash his clothes, and bathe in water, and be unclean until the evening. 28If she is cleansed of her discharge, she shall count seven days, and after that she shall be clean. 29On the eighth day she shall take two turtledoves or two pigeons and bring them to the priest at the entrance of the tent of meeting. 30The priest shall offer one for a sin offering and the other for a burnt offering; and the priest shall make atonement on her behalf before the LORD for her unclean discharge.
31 Thus you shall keep the people of Israel separate from their uncleanness, so that they do not die in their uncleanness by defiling my tabernacle that is in their midst.
32 This is the ritual for those who have a discharge: for him who has an emission of semen, becoming unclean thereby, 33for her who is in the infirmity of her period, for anyone, male or female, who has a discharge, and for the man who lies with a woman who is unclean.~*~

The word of God for the people of God. Thanks be to God.

teehee. XD.

I'M GOING TO VISIT HATTIE!

yaaaaay! i am leaving in the morning (so lets not be shy) for fairhope, on the greyhound, and ill be there at 6. and im not coming home tiiiiiiiiill saturday! *claps!* im happier than a happy thing. now, mind you, sunday i leave for lakeshore, there till NEXT saturday, so WRITE ME. PLEASE.

my name *protects identity!*
lakeshore UMA
senior high camp 1
1458 Pilot Knob rd
eva, TN 38333

you can get eileen there too, only with HER name. most likely i wont see anyone till after lakeshore, and since so many people are leaving end of month, i may not see anyone for the next 500 millenia. ill miss you, but ill love you more if you write to me. im writing to everyone while on the TEN HOUR BUS RIDE to hatties. see, i DO love her. and you. so write me. cmon.

kathrynwhoprobablydoesntreadthis: youd better have taken pictures of that guy. mhm. yknow, the one in Nawlins. okay. im gone

LOVELOVELOVELOVE!
*signs Brooklyn illegibly*

Just a Photograph, Kinda Makes Me Laugh

I absolutely love this picture.

i know its posted on DOY too, but there its art, and here its just... a picture.

i had a really fun day yesterday. for a while i went to spencers and i made him swim even though he didnt want to, and we had burgers. yay. i also talked to 534N on the phone, and he and nathan were both on the line and they were pretending to be each other. "i suck." "no, i suck!" it was a trip and a half. "bruce just keeps telling me how much he sucks!" jolly good time, even though the phone died like twice. we two and em are going to see the day after tomorrow tomorrow. well. probably. we were also supposed to go last monday. and tuesday. and thursday. but i can hope.

the possibility of me getting to go to the shakespeare festival is quite good, though it does rest SOLELY on whether hattie can get her parents down there to let me stay a few days, as ill be taking the greyhound and my parents wont even be in the state. (i loooove you joe and mona!) and i promise not to be annoying.

kathryn went to new orleans. its sad because she called me from there and isnt having a good time at ALL. everyone is all gone and away :( ...duncan and mouse and lena and kathryn and, heck, JUSTIN... whatm i gunna DO for eight weeks with no lena? that girl is like more than half of my social life. i guess ill have to do summer reading.

nah.

ill hang out with lane.

I Don't Care If I'm the Only One

i miss animorphs. i wish i could read the books for the first time again. i wish id gotten to see more episodes of the show. i wish i hadnt recorded a stupid mini-series over the animorphs movie.

if you think im a total loser, you can go die. cause im sad.

*sob* cassie! marco! tobias! ax! rachel! jaaaaaaaaaake!

The Good, the Bad, and the Tired

THE GOOD:

Whats does your personality rate from 1-10? by morning_prayer
Your first full name
Your personality rates a	eight
your best quality is	youre loyal
your worst quality is	Well, nothing I can think of
this is because	you were always this way
Created with the ORIGINAL MemeGen!

THE BAD: (on a half piece of paper)
Sara- SUNDAY
call emily- 3:30
call sean- 5:15 (*number*)
i am now online and...
Auto response from SaxySean13: movies
i missed this because...

THE TIRED: i slept. all day. *pout*

how sucky.

Whoda Thunk It?

*sigh* gee. how likely.


My life is rated G.
What is your life rated?

this ones nice.

Which poem are you? And Death Shall Have No Dominion by Dylan Thomas Man, you're dramatic and overwrought. Nothing is ever simple to you. You like to brood. You're probably one of those goths.

Click Here to Take This Quiz Brought to you by YouThink.com quizzes and personality tests.

Bloody Chamber *grumble*

yeah. thursday was my chamber audition. with ms jackson. heres the highlights...

~i did a horrible job
~it lasted an hour and a half
~i didnt warm up. like. at ALL. (this contributed to the me doing a horrible job)
~i had to sing in front of my MOTHER.
~i am now going to take private voice lessons over the summer
~i dont WANT private voice lessons

in short, it was not an overall excellent experience. my novus audition was like, thirty times better. ms jackson is moving from where she lives now to next door to where she lives now next friday. shes paying students to help her move stuff. i was intrigued. yay, gettin paid next friday.

after audition i went to mouses, where morgan and lena already were. the audition had kinda beat up on my day, but it got much better soon. amelia came, we went to MPC, mouses mom treated, which was very nice. everyone but me had alternative, but i dont like it, so i got a calzone like usual and THOROUGHLY enjoyed it. mmm. after we went back and some left there was a comment made that beat up on my day some more, but im much better now AND I LOVE YOU LOADS AND LOADS. DONT WORRY ABOUT IT. I LOVE YOU.

then lena spent the night with me. we went and saw the day after tomorrow with mouse and morgan. it was wikid. go see it. it has donnie darko. i love that kid. and theres a bum with a dog.

then i spent the night with lena. and there was a degrassi marathon on. SIX AND A HALF HOURS OF BLISS. and theres a degrassi marathon on tonight. and im going over to morgans for SIX AND A HALF MORE HOURS OF BLISS. o degrassi. o thirteen. o angst! *sighs and floats away*

And Sara Could Hit All the Low Notes.

yaaay! so i figured out how to have titles. it was randomly disabled on this blog.

today was novus auditions. what funbeans. went over to lenas to practice, then we went to the mall for a few before auditions to chill out, bought some lemonade, which i ended up tossing cause it was too pulpy. *gag* oddly enough, like the whole time i was thinking "gee, i bet shwhitney'll be here" and lo and behold they were. how good am i? the conversation of us and them was all about one minute, then lena and i carried on. we sang in the bathroom. headed on over to CUMC.

williams wasnt even there yet. no one was, in fact, except the girl with the pretty voice whose name is kaitlyn or catelyn or screwitigiveup. there are too many alternate spellings. when he got there screwitigiveup went first, then hannah, then mariana bowen, then lauren huddleston (i called her amanda and didnt notice. then i felt terrible about it), then lena, then rachel o'c, then me. this was the approximate order. i dont remember exactly. so anyway, i went in and sang on my own, he talked about what was different between this and choir at school, nothing i couldnt handle, i sang some scales and helk yeah i could hit all the low notes. i squeaked a bit on the top high note, but man, i think i did pretty dang well. then it was over and we left. i was strangely rejuvinated. im glad i went, and i sure as crapboogers hope i get in.

o yeah, while i was building up my nervousness getting ready to go shwhitney came by and i and they and lena talked and it was fun and they only sat on each other for like a minute. then they left. o how torn i was. they were going to mean girls, and i noticed 534Ns freckle placement reminds me of lindsey lohans freckle placement. extra points for you, drama queen.

after auditions lena and i went back to the mall (we stepped in some tar in the street on the way. sticky shoes!) for subway/chick fil-a and a bubble tea. id never had one before, but i rather liked it, especially the big straw. then lenas mom came and got us in treys car (lena says 534N reminds her of trey in 9th grade. freaky.) she took me home and i called my mom to get ms jacksons number so i could call her to set up my audition for chamber, found out mom'd already covered it. its thursday at 530 or something like that.

moore got in the high school. im so glad. i love that girl.

Ah, the School's Out Post...

i heard about a funny thing. dont remember who told me. look: no more BUllSHit. ahahahaha. its funny. LAUGH DANGIT.

so schools out and i havent posted since whenev. novus auditions are tuesday. im singing on my own and something else, except now its not "i dont have anything to sing," its "i have too many choices." someone talk to me about what to do for 2nd piece. right now nowadays from chicago is winning, but i think i sound pretty good on santa fe too, and there are others. theres also the part where it should be contrasty with the other one. ill get back to you there.

im using half my MiM moneys to upgrade on DP. this makes me extemely excited because ill have a non expiring account and be able to post sound files (if i ever have any) and pictures. woo.

ow. i just pinched myself with my watch. so friday there was this bamboo on the median and dunkan and i were fencing and jousting and contemplating taking up dagger throwing, except the last one was just me. and my bamboo SUCKED and kept breaking in half and it was very robin hood men in tights. especially the part where she thwocked me in the forehead and i fell over. into the river. the grass. whatev. it hurt, and now theres a mark there. again, it hurt. *gets teary* and then i left hatties house, and *sob* NEVER SAW HER AGAIN! *bawls* goddangit. im going to play the incubus song every day. its so pretty and makes me all sniffly and lack of hattie. mostly this part...

You have only been gone
ten days
but already
I am wasting away
I know I'll see you again
Whether far
or
soon
But I need you to know
that I care
And I miss you

its really sweet. you know me and my sad songs. but my darling hattie lent me her irish pride 17 shirt of GOD for the whole summer, and that makes things better. and im starting les mis tonight or in the morning, and that makes things better.

last night i went to the novus concert. people who were there: me, dunkan, amanda, matt, rachel o'c, dickey (why? i guess to see williams), newman (i seriously have not seen him in a year. like, an actual year. its so odd), 534N, lena, sarah hairston, mariana... it goes on and on. and there was The Woman With the Mints. i wanted to kill her face. she got mints out of her purse. loudly. NUMEROUS TIMES. i swear, amanda had to hold me back to keep me from killing. but i woulda done it between songs, because im considerate dangit. PET PEEVE OF THE NOW: any noise during a choir concert thats not the choir. no exceptions. if gabriel damon wants to come and steal me away to Brooklyn while im at a choir concert, he can wait two minutes till the end of the song. thats right. dont even play. hairstons friend ZIPPED HER PURSE wile they were singing *shudder*

on another note, after the concert i hugged all the novus people i knew. this includes: mouse, mercer, moore, coretta, whitney, zach stark (i love that boy. he skips), mr williams, william henry, etc. it still kinda bothers me that the fifth name on this list is on there, but yknow what? we get along. its not my fault. i guess in small doses everythings cool. i took some pictures of everyone and 534N kept trying to beat up my camera but i got a good shot of him anyway, despite the fact that newman and dunkan are in the background and look like theyre about to make out, which theyre not. whitney left a good 15 minutes before we did, and 534N was still there on his cell when we all headed over to raffertys for the after party, which was way fun, even though The Best Cheesecake was actually kinda not excellent. it was okay. i sat with mouse, lena, dunkan, katy sloane and zach stark at a four people table, took pictures of knives and movies of pepper water and mouse killing napkins, stole a fork.

mouses mom took me, dunkan, and lena back to my house, i hugged mouse goodbye and we three who were left went and burned some rainforest incense which, granted, is nothing near cheap red wine incense, but its my third favorite. then we went to bed fairly early, probably before one-ish, and got up to dunkans mom calling saying she'd be here in an hour, so we got up and had cereal or pop tarts or frence vanilla la creme mousse *drools* which is a god in disguise. dunkan left, later lena left, then mom and i went to see sophisticated ladies, which had drew stark and kyle, both of whom i adore,and everyone did rather well. my only complaint was it had no michael a. ingersoll.

when i came home i loaded up my pictures and looked at them for way too long. *sigh*

it was a pretty dang good weekend.

and i dont have to go to school in the morning.

i havent posted on this thing since i changed the thingy. why is my profile and all at the bottom? why has alanna not fixed my comments? why and i not studying for jackson?

i wish there was a way i could know if i was gunna make novus or not. cause if i do i wont NEED school choir. merffff.

i was gunna post about dallas and DC today. nah.

~The Ants are Going to Eat You~
(todays badspontaneous angsty bongo poetry about killer ant movies on scifi)
the ants are coming for you
theyre covering everything, including
the windows or your schoolbus
almost-celebrity's inside
HES GOING TO BE EATEN

pay attention, man
evil nofos climbing tires and truckbeds
why are they in alaska?
they got in the wood
HES GOING TO BE EATEN

the end.

babes. i dont post real posts anymore, and thats sad. so im going to try really hard to give my lovelies a nice, lengthy, and heck, maybe even interesting post this time. now, whether or not that will actually HAPPEN-- well, lets just cross that bridge when we get to it, shall we?

first thing. heres my classes next year, as far as i know:
geometry
clue
biology (uhg)
gym
latin I
choir
i wasnt going to take choir. i was going to take theatre all four years, but i have OOV and i MIGHT get CT back one day, plus i can still be in drama without taking theatre. also, if i dont make novus ill have no choir whatsoever, and i tried that last year. it was a miserable failure. reading? as a CLASS? *shudder* but art was okay. anyway. moving right along.

this weekend i have to do ubermucho (YES! two languages in one word!) work ahead cause of dallas and DC. i was talking to recycled about the trips and he said he didnt know about dallas but washington sounded like fun. really though, im looking SO forward to dallas it doesnt even resemble funny. seriously, hannah, its in like FOUR DAYS. thats acidic. i need to pack sunday, there wont be time any later.

next: AAAAAH! PRODUCERS! YAAAAY! im happy that next week will be the beginning of such goodness. i only hope i can deal with monday and tuesday at school without exploding. i bet i will. explode. i plan to do monday/tuesdays math tomorrow so i can just chill out after school. o tomorrow. it will be a busy day. but i get a very extended break for rehearsal and the BUST A MOO movie with smurfs of joy. i hope duncan comes. god i dont see her enough. or em. and its sad. i miss my smurfs so freaking hard it doesnt even resemble funny. but duncan most, and em, because ive got lucky thank god rehearing with kathryn and hattie. i miss emma too. and amanda. and sean and anna hasenmueller and lauren reed and mikayla freaking thrash from lakeshore. and ethan. and percy. and ms ward. o reminisce with me. come on and do it already. lets have a nap and dream. and rachel and kristen. i know they go to my school but theyre bloody pacesetters and rachel never talks anymore and i CANT EVER GO HOME WITH KRISTEN because morgan comes home with me every day but fridays and i ADORE morgan but i need my afternoons for kristentime.

that paragraph was supposed to be happy. i swear.

after dallas theres the recupe skitteryday and then washington, which i highly doubt will be as great as dallas but will have one asset that dallas lacks, and that is evan, whom i adore but, contrary to popular belief, do not like "that way," though he is good looking. so not the point. i do wish his parents had let him go to dallas though. o well. i am ever in the awaiting of the busch gardens.

GET THIS. back from washington, THREE WEEKS of school left, and one of them is bbq week. my favorite week ever. im so excited. i want to bring all my friends. when is the our grade picnic? now that i would REALLY like to know. we get three, count em, THREE whole days of non uniforms this year. spring pics, literarymcthing, and the picnic. at least i dont thing we have to wear em for that. o yes, because i remember on picnic day last year whitney had on overalls. i swear. i would make SUCH a good stalker. then matt zilch and i would be working for the SAME GUY, cause you KNOW hes gunna be a rapist. thats right. rapists have employers, theyre just subtle. keep that on tha downlow. lowdown. hodown! PUT THE HO ON THE UPBEAT.

www.cityofmemphis.org
go there, click contact, write to them about CT (lucille ewing's children's theatre). please. tell everyone you know. we're going to get it back if we have to try really hard to do it.

had my party friday/saturday. most of you were there, and i have to study, so details will be later. by the way, if youre going to comment, dont be anonymous, its bothersome.

*finally figures it out* you have to write in your name. i knew that.

Get to know the REAL you by crash_and_burn
Your Name
You Are A:	Sex-slave
Your Favorite Band/Song	Sneaker Pimps - Low Five
You Like To Read:	Anything political
You Firmly Believe In:	Love at first sight
Everyone Thinks You Are:	The coolest person in history
You Were Conceived:	Backstage at a Queen concert
You Will Marry:	Fidel Castro
Created with quill18's MemeGen 3.0!

hah. fidel.

please note that the P.S. in the previous post has been deleted, as it is no longer applicable.

i have nothing to say.

dearest hannah,
first and foremost: HATTIIIIIIIIIIE! im so happy. hatties back, and... YAY! *squeaks with joy* i was listening to that incubus song- I Miss You- ALL BREAK and like, mourning. but now shes back! and she and kathryn and i went to the wizard of oz at playhouse. WOW it was good. MAN. and we went and were stalkers after the show, talked to jimmie and suchness, hatties writing an article for the high school newspaper, but she cant take notes to save her life, so i did, but theyre kinda hard to read. she says she can read them. then we went to secret window. dude. johnny depp. that movie was WICKEDawesome, and only scary for like, a total of four minutes. THEN we went to pizza and square foods and cosmic closet, hattie bought a vegan cookie at SF and kathryn and she liked it, but i didnt. o well. fun times, we had them. okay.

TOMORROW IS MY BIRTHDAY! w00t w00t, i got presents today. flippin awesome new flowy skirt in blues, blue tye dye flarey sleeve shirt, hat, two pairs of earrings, and swing kids and camp! W00T! i need to watch swing kids like a mo. i think christian bales a nazi in it though. ah well.

i still have hatties bracelet. ill give it back to her at ergolytes auditions tomrrow. yay. hattie. oo, i should tell mercer, she wanted me to.

HOLY FREAK. last night i had a dream about frenchie workman. it was so adorable.

but im not gonna tell you about it yet, because im trying to build suspense here, dangit. first i had a dream about a schoolbus with a candy machine that when you hit coin return gave you way too many coins. it was exciting. i hit coin return many times. then i had a dream that wasnt the dream with frenchie workmen but he was in it, and bekky and he and i and some other folks were sitting on the living room floor trying to sing christmas songs and failing royally. THEN i was racing this guy back to the pizza place and even though he went another way and i could fly he still beat me. drat. THEN me and merry, who might have been pippin or maybe drew, but i think it was merry, were running away from this big scary pasty thing/guy that walked funny. and then another thing happened that i remember happening but i dont remember how it happened but i know it did because i had reference to it in the frenchie workman dream which i havent told you about yet because im trying to build suspense here, dangit. aparently in this dream frenchie and i were talking and mom was there and REALLY OLD FASHIONED and wouldnt leave the room, and frenchie and i were kinda annoyed but it was funnyawkward. okay. that was all one dream.

this is the next dream. it was outside lauren reeds house and it was almost dark but not quite. like the darkest it can be without ACTUALLY being dark. yknow. anyway, i dropped all the money that i got from the schoolbus thing-- yeah, my dreams like to refer back to themselves a lot-- and i was picking it up when lo and behold, from across the yard next door walks frenchie workman and some other guy whos clearly not important to the dream. other guy goes inside and then theres a SCENECHANGE. yeehaw. frenchies sitting in a rocking chair in the living room and smiling like the adorable little creature he is. his hairs a bit longer. SCENECHANGE. im talking to my mom about when shes going to ever leave the room when im talking to a guy, she says, after your birthday, IF hes gay, maybe ill let you two walk the dog or something. this makes me angry, but SCENECHANGE. frenchie and i are sitting on lauren reeds pathetic excuse for a porch which is really just four green stairs, moms not there, and we're talking. theres so much talking in this dream. frenchies dialect and/or phraseology are very pretty and mildly shakespearian, but just mildly. even though moms not there he says that maybe we'll get to talk alone since ive grown so much since the last time he saw me.

yknow what? my dreams are on shrooms. but danged if that wasnt just adorable. well it was to ME.

last night i spent it with kristen. we rode bikes, but it was dark and her dad wouldnt let us leave the one street so circles and circles. it was a little cold, we stayed up and rather than saying AWWWWWW kristen said 'o REALLY?' and i was somehow relieved. i left my camera at kathryns house on t'otherdaywhenever. thats sad, but it gives us an excuse to have another thing soon.

what else was i going to say? there was something else. *thinks*

o yes. you people, you ask me about boys, and i dont think i can tell more people. if you didnt hear it straight from me, dont believe it, because there are 3 billion boys in the world, and only one of them is right. Anonymous on mouse's blog thinks he/she knows, and maybe is right. or maybe not. if you know because ive told you, please dont tell people. please? okay. if you really, really, REALLY want to know, you ask me, but dont feel left out if i dont tell you.

o! today kristen and i saw this THING while biking that was either a REALLY LARGE spider or a nut and some grass. we're pretty sure it was a really large spider. ive still got kristens jacket, its so hot.

pantene pro V is a FANTASTIC shampoo. *plays with hair*

i dont know whether to audition for ergolytes or not. id love to be involved, but the rehearsal schedule for good time speech almost killed me. someone, lets discuss. talk to me talk to me.

o today, o today. im happy of late. things good have been occurring, and i hope they last. i went to kathryns and em and me and afton and kathryn had oodlesomefun with malebashing and watching camp, despite the lack of the hattieduncan and all. o but i had cookies. far too many cookies. SHAME ON ME. *shame* otherwise... o! afton said i am really awesome. thats lovely. and CAMP IS GOD! or near enough to it. okay, im just posting again to tide over rachel o'c XD and i have nothing else interesting to say. *tries to think* o yeah. we wrote a list of dudes to kill and recited the quote book. THE END!

for a while ive been thinking about honesty. not a lot, not like sitting down for an hour every day and just thinking, but once in a while for two minutes or five seconds itll cross my mind, and ive come across something. i need a place where i can be honest. i cant tell my secrets here, i cant tell them to my friends.. not like i have that many secrets anyway, im so GOOD all the time. (im going to be the designated driver, cant you tell?) but what few secrets i have i wont type, cause mom said never put anything in a keyboard you dont want read in court. i wont write them in a diary, cause im TIRED of only writing in that freaky lisa frank thing when im sad. seriously, if you read it youd think i was suicidal or lovesick or something. which im not EVER (suicidal) or at least often (lovesick). there are things i wont even admit to myself, that i cant even THINK in the loudest voice in my head. mind you, im no schizo, i can just think like three different conversations or speeches or songs or poems or ways to abolish the uniform policy in my head at once sometimes, and some of the voices are louder than others.

on kind of a different topic, ive also noticed im trying to pretty me up, and change some things i do. better myself or whatever. look at this...
i gave up diet coke and sweets for lent (though ive cheated on the sweet enough times already)
i finally got around to cutting my hair some
i try to read more
the procrastination level is down ever so little
ive been doing crunches at night
i bought new jeans (i look good in jeans)
i bought a flattering red shirt (i look good in red)
i finally got around to wearing dangly earrings, which make me look older
popcorn and chocolate milk are slowly being replaced with special k and orange juice.

do you see? do you see? im doing it, getting better, finally DOING something to get myself closer to who i WANT to be, how i WANT to look, what i WANT to do with myself. no complaints, i just am wondering why im getting to this now. due to more thinking, i may have an idea.

you never thought itd be me who wanted to impress a boy, did you?