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please note that the P.S. in the previous post has been deleted, as it is no longer applicable.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

had a fairly nice day today again, but not as MOST EXCELLENT as yesterday. i did my optimism speech in bordys class. yknow, the one that has to be four minutes. it was 3.18, hah. o well, ill get like a 95 anyway. apparently i am physically incapable talking any slower than Completely Incomprehensible. o well.

while journeying to history, chapel sent me to the office because my socks didnt match. one was black and one was yellow. grey made me wear some other ones which i still have and plan to burn in my backyard some-a-wheres.

eileen and i had an arguement about people not doing their work. she kept saying i dont like people who dont to their work. which i wasnt. i was saying that they should do their work. which they should.

and thats sad, cause i dont like arguing. but its 10 days till my birthday.

i had a good day again, hannah. i dont think i told my trusty blog readers (who DONT EXIST) that i named it hannah. i know its not an amazing name, but its a name, and better than kitty (crazy anne frank). anyway, this makes it almost like im talking to someone and not rattling off my little senile head. hah. ms looney.

anyway, i had a good day. and im going to tell you why.
the popquiz had more than 5 questions. i dont remember how many, but it was more than five
i think i only missed one
i got the bonus
we started bott groups but not enough to have homework
speaking of homework, i had NONE
after school, the greatest thing ever. hattie. em. duncan. emma. (and bruce, but he doesnt matter). they came and saw us. i LOVE THEM.
although most people ran away to be eaten by mr quinn, duncan stayed with us hill-wise and CAME HOME WITH ME.
duncan, eileen, morgie and i went thrifting and i got a brown dress.
its a PRETTY brown dress, by gum.
i got a school approved and still krunk skirtthing
duncan morgan and i had funbeans listening to paul fosters speech
eileen came over, and was our christmas ho.
drew took 21 dollars from me, but with interest i get 25 back.

and that is why i had a good day. good day good night. good night.

im happy. im happy that my math distress over the quadratic formula is lessened, and that i finished my homework in class and need only to study for history, and that we're having ravioli for dinner, and that its 13 days till my birthday.

now, about that studying. i am SO glad the quiz wasnt today, else i wouldve been, like, extensively screwed. i DID study section four and all, but not nearly enough. i read it, what? three or four times. but it covers 12 years, so. yeah. definitely not enough studying going on there. i need to look up the states involved in super tuesday for extra credit purposes. *goes and does that* there. w00t. look at new york with its 236 delegates. thats exciting. except that california has 370, but shhhh.

mom is on a foreign films spree. she rented four. this ones in swedish, o how amused i am. it is very.

nathan was telling me about how he managed to tell someone something that he shouldnt have. and the beginning of this explanation was as follows: "so sean and i were sitting at the table and suddenly we started talking about pimps." of course, having not heard the rest of this story same as most of you, i was amused out the DOOR. indeed. i cant think of anything else to say, so i wont.