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!

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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
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THE BAD: (on a half piece of paper)
Sara- SUNDAY
call emily- 3:30
call sean- 5:15 (*number*)
i am now online and...
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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.

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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?

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.

i should post more. i really should. but i dont. and we have a popquiz tomorrow. and if i pass it that 55 goes out the window without use of my 100 dollar bill. which is a VERY GOOD THING.

they made out in front of me today.

jiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiive talkin, tellin me lies! jiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiive talkin, don wear no disguise, and when you kickballCHANGE, kickballCHANGE, up and look, up and look!

.ahem.

night fever night feve-herrr! we know how t'SHAKE SHAKE SHAKE SHAKE and PELVIS! and PELVIS!

okay. what happened today? robbie (epiphanyboy, not choirboy) asked me how i jive, and i said jiiiiiiiiiiiive talkin, tellin me lies. and i asked him how he jived and he didnt know. isnt that sad. yes it is. uhm, trying to think of what happened today. o right. pop quiz in jackson. if im lucki got a 65. I HATE THINGS WITH ONLY FIVE QUESTIONS. yes i do. did i spell lucky with an i up there? i think i did. okay. ms stallins lost her voice and tried to talk anyway and it hurt my voice listening to her. so i didnt. in better news

TOMORROW IS HAPPY DAY! there will be kraker and it will be good. YAY

o! fun things!
eadh bheil an latha air naomh padruig; gach neach bheal gaidhealach.
its st. pattys day; everyones irish.
and
m'ruideiginn am eadar-theangaich gaidhealach faod slac BHUR ruideiginn am eadar-theangaich gaidhealach
my gaelic translator could beat up YOUR gaelic translator.
and thats all.

hokay. so i dont post often enough so no one reads my blog. o well.
evan and stuart checked out within five minutes of each other today in fourth period. we thought they were sneaking off to do some mischief, but really stuart was six and evan was having a dentist appointment. i said six up there where i meant sick. anyway. so there was no stuart and no evan, and therefore in fifth period clue, which is WAY BETTER THAN THIRD PERIOD, there were no boys and bordy gave us candies for girlday.

i still havent paid spencer back for my john mayer ticket. maybe he'll forget, except that he wont.

i have an 88 in jackson. AN EIGHTY EIGHT. lately people have been doing that thing about "a B isnt that bad." and i hate that thing. maybe if i told them that theyd stop. no they wouldnt. then morgan said that made her feel stupid that i think a B is bad, and i told her i didnt think a B was bad for anyone but me and thats true, but im not sure she believed me. it would be great if not getting straight As didnt eat my soul.

Hobbit kid is great.

A-Lunch cant talk because they threw stuff. id explain this in great detail but everyone who reads my blog already knows.

about valentines day:
its lame because every valentines day more people who arent me have boyfriends. and more people have boyfriends and these people arent me. maybe they would be if i was a slut. or lowered my standards. but i plan on doing neither of those things, so theyll continue to be other than me. and thats lame. im taking kristen to the imax because theyre not her either. we can be man-less together.

upon reading morgans comment i was reminded of another funny evan thingthing. in bordy's class we had to write these shortened five paragraph essays, right? okay.

evan: "okay, this is the thesis statement combined with the map sentence. 'if i could be any famous person for one day, i would want to be brad pitt because hes been in so many cool movies, hes really rich, and he has the hottest girlfriend EVER.'"
now that was funny. but i said a funny thing too.
me: "i want you to be brad pitt for a day too, evan."
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. i love myself.

im going to the movies today. with hattie, kathryn, spencer, robbie, duncan and emmie (?), and some other folks. this is exciting because i love all those people. but its even MORE exciting because i thought we were gunna go see the butterfly effect which i want very much NOT to see and then! i found out we're seeing the perfect score instead. im going to sit by hattie and if duncans there im going to sit by her too, no question. i love my smurfs like a mutha. i need to invite eileen cuz spencer and kathryn both told me to invite her. so i will. invite her. okay.

kathryn and hattie and so forth met robbie at thespian conference and kathryn didnt know he was epiphany boy cause i didnt tell her. and how theyre all lovely friends and kathryn was talking to me about epiphany boy who is called epiphany boy only when its me and hattie talking. kathryn calls him "that guy spencer tried to set you up with." hes that too. aaaaaaanyway. so later in that conversation we're talking about who alls going to the movies and i says to her i says "robbie who?" and she says "we met him at thespian conference. spencers friend." and i asks her if hes a houstonboy and she says "yes" and i say "AAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH" and i tells her "thats him" and she says "whats him?" and i copypastes the part of the conversation where she was like, "whatever happened to that guy spencer tried to set you up with?" and she figgered it out and we both had a nice laugh.

it was a very nice laugh.

more crazy dreamness...
duncan dyed her hair black. and sat in a blue box. and cried.

there was a lot more and i woke up and remembered all of it. and i said to myself i said "kyle--" kyle? thats what i call myself. i said "youd better remember ALL of this cause its so dang cool." but the duncan thing is all i remember.

evan has decided that when i write my autobiography im going to name it "the congregation of tall people and sam."

"so. these two guys walk into a bar. and one of thems irish."
"im irish."
"and the irish guy... wins the joke!"

arent you glad i write such long posts?

okay. so im at morgans but shes at walgreens with brock for batteries cause he wants an excuse to drive. hattie wants me to come to a movie and i want to see hattie like a muhfuh. but im all at the morgans and i dunno if her things gunna be over by then and AMELIAS HERE! woot. we're'a'gunna go thriftin i think. which is jollygoodfun but i have no money. which means i can only afford like half the thrift store. HAH im funny. the end.

"im becoming an angry feminist as we speak." -Justin

thats not exactly what he said, and it was a few days ago, but blogger wasnt letting me post then. he was listening to ani i think.

went back to old template cause the pink was starting to bug me, a bit bright, and the archives were drugged.

morgan, in reference to the dreams ive blogged lately: "i love your dreams, by the way. they are romantic. the orlando bloom one is romance novel on acid. it is hot!"

o BUGGER. so aol was blocking my blog right? so i figured it was just the parental controls gone batty like always, and completely forgot about the angry post where i cussed like four times and the one where i was ungrateful. (have now edited the cussy post and deleted the ungrateful one.) i put in a request to allow it and mom got the request and did the whole Disappointed Thing. yknow, where you dont actually get punished but you feel bloody awful. yknow. but then, im NOT ungrateful anymore cause i thought about it and im fine and dandy, and i told her that, but i doubt she believed me. anyway, its true, but i didnt post it cause its not like i post a follow up to everything i blog, plus its not terribly interesting then is it? no. i wonder what she thought snogging meant before i told her...

on a slightly less disappointing note, hattie and i discovered an online gaelic course and are now teaching ourselves. shes better though... well, faster at least. feasgar math (good evening).

i need to blog this dream before i forget it. it was like a really bad movie...

began in a silveryblue matrixthecar land documentary. a thing that looked nothing like a skateboard but was understood to be one was sliding along the silveryblue matrixthecar pipes. a really lame and boring documentary narrator guy was monotonously explaining how the thing worked. in the dream i knew exactly what every weird little hotdog shaped button did, but ive forgotten. scenechange. we're still in silveryblue matrixthecar land. but now theres orlando bloom, and soon we get the really bad movie. i think i may have been stalking him. but eventually there was conversation, the only bit of which i remember was him saying (in angry legolas voice) "do i make you squirm?" which was understood to mean he thought i only liked him cause hes ridiculously attractive and all. then he walked off, but i, being the romantic interest in this really bad movie, went to find him. eventually i did. he was standing next to a really pretty little girl of probably nine with shoulderlength straight black hair who was his sister. and he seemed to have calmed down a bit. i said "thats a beautiful child" because it was, and he said "this is my sister" and something about how she was russian and german. then there was badmovieconversation blablabla and he said "this is my life. i love it here." conversationmoremorebla and then he said something about how young i was and i said id get older (it was understood that i would be the only one getting any older in this process) and he did the orlandobloomsmile and said "why dont you give me a call sometime between now and then?" and wrote his phone number on a straegically torn piece of paper that just happened to be laying around in silveryblue matrixthecar land, and the area code was 738.

THE END.

mom told me she thought she'd gotten the extended version, so shes gonna exchange it. yay.

last night i dreamt i snogged christian slater in the street in new york. but there were no cars.

(in no particular order) it rained last night, but it was at like 2.30 in the morning, and the alarm was long since on, so i couldnt go outside and force myself to finish the friken poem ive been trying to write since 7623BC or thereabouts. (beneath the good and the kind and the stupid and the cruel theres a fire thats just waiting for fuel.) god i wanna finish that mutha. and i HAVE to finish it by christmas, which is like, what?, day after tomorrow. holy omicheesebeans. (and maybe you can keep me from ever being happy, but youre not gonna stop me from having fun, so lets go before i change my mind.) BEANS.

Thursday, February 06, 2003
that is the last time hattie posted on her blog. arent you glad im not hattie?

the meager beginings of act II of a play that will never be finished.

Some of the Toasters Were Irate Today
Act II
Scene I:

(Curtain is closed/down, lights are extremely dim, and audience is silent. If they're not, we fire them. Seriously. There are flamethrowers backstage.)

Varied Voices: (from behind the curtain) It's finally over… Did we really make it?… Can't you all fail and stay with us? …Don’t worry; we'll have Things all summer… All summer… But what about--?

Zenith: (In a thick Irish accent, and yes, it is very sexy.) SILENT! The curtain will rise!

(All noise is cut off immediately when she speaks. The curtain opens/rises to reveal Zenith CS. A light shines directly down on her. Entire Main First Year Posse is onstage in black, framing her.)

Zenith: I have called you all together to discuss a matter of great importance. I warn you: some may not live through this. ALL of you will suffer! It is no choice of mine, but I nevertheless cannot stop it. I will be departing. Aye, the rumors are true, all of them! You will none of you see me this full season, and I none of you. It will be hard, nigh impossible, but you MUST struggle through! You cannot give up hope. Be strong, my friends, for it is not so long as you imagine. (The light begins to fade very slowly.) Remember, subjects, the Secret Service will know how to contact me. I am never really gone. Take comfort, and farewell. (The light is almost gone.) A final note! (it returns to full.) Magenta! (She comes to parade rest.) Kradess! (She comes to parade rest also.) No cheating! (Magenta and Kradess have a look, smirk, look back at Zenith, and nod militantly.) Very good. (Zenith snaps and the lights go immediately to black.)

Varied Voices: She is the day… the night… the world… She is the Sun, the Moon, and all that lies beyond… She is our food, our oxygen…she is our heart and everything… everything we stand for… She is our green-winged huzzah in the silence of pirate victories (I'm really proud of that line; cherish it.)… She is our lungs pumped full of helium… She is… she is… she is… she is…

Duncan: Gone.

(The lights come up halfway. All remain exactly where they were, except Zenith, who seems to have disappeared.)

Kissup: (Ruining the sorrowful mood) I'm gonna go do some math! (He exits.)

wow. you see how bored i am? ive resorted to blogging. pretty sad id say. actually, its mostly because i have to keep myself occupied, but i cant do anything that actually requiers much conversation. like the amount it takes to know how to spell reqires, or to know that i shouldve said conservation back there. consentration. im so stoned on nonsleep. all the people who stayed over last night and didnt sleep either and danced around in the street singing at 530 in the morning have gone home. now i have no loud people to keep me awake till like eight. crap. theres a hair on the kwyboard. its kinda fuzzy. whoo democracy cakewalk. it was so fun at 530 in the morning. we all went outside to "watch the sun come up" but it was like already up, so we made up songs on the spot, all of which had exatcly the same tune, and it was the theme to ragtime. one was Shut Up and the otheer was Kiwi and the other one was... Havent Woke Up. dude i found that song... ragtime. its all the prolog. thats spelled wrong. dude anyway, and there was distant music! i havent slept in about 28 hours. its really not a good thing. there were no negroes and there were no immigrants... dude everyone in america is an immigrant. TATEH! whoah, evelyn nesbit... weeeeeeeeeee! and more weeeeeeeeee! thats fun. wered all the enrgey go?im losing my mind. this song is nine minutes and something long. thats pretty long dude. its over now, and on to albukerque... whoa, whixch is 11 minutes. jesuwhoa. i gotta go, this isnt keeping me awake anymore. bye.
-Duuuuuuuuuuuude...

jesus im bored. so very very. hattie and rachel and mouse and eileen and EVERYONE all gone away to their little trips, but ME? noooooooooooooooooooo. i get to stay home and wait for my birthday, even though none of my friends will be in town if it ever comes. well, maybe emmie will be. we can do somethin. but thats about it. everyone else has escaped from this heck hole that tries to pass for a city. but not me. im here. alone. and BORED OUT OF MY MIND! *screams and leaves*
-The Embodiment of All Boredom

okay, so i didnt come back and post that night. i was busy, gimme a break. geez...
-The Fastest Bellwoik-Doer on the Planet

god, i havent talked to this thing in AGES. i need to keep up with myself. ah well, ill write more tonight. now i must be off to save the day. fare thee well.
-Brooklyn

hey, just updating the world of me, i fixed my links, because mafia blog used to take you to the OLD mafia blog, which peter deleted because hes a jerk and we "f***ed with" his blog. which means we posted on it, and eileen changed the name, but he could have changed it back SO easily, and deleted the posts he didnt want. anyway, it goes to the new mafia blog now, which peter doesnt have the password to, because we no longer trust him, because hes a... you know what? im not going to get inot this, its a waste of time, and ill just get all bothered and angry again. ill just go. biya.
-Brooky

"all i wanna do, is go to new york, marry christian slater, and die. it may not seem like much to a sconehead like you, but i think its swell." --buffy the movie, before sarah michelle gellar

dont you love that quote? i think its brilliant. of course, id change christian slater to gabriel damon, *smiles about gabriel damon* but other than that... i saw a movie with christian slater in it the other day. it was called heathers. totally brilliant. his voice is really unlikely. "cmon, lets go get a slushie." heres my synopsis of this wonderful movie:

veronica is gonna be part of the heathers, but then she realizes "no, my lifes not perfect. i dont really like my friends." "i dont really like your friends either." so then she and christian slater decide they really REALLY hate heather so they kill her. "its one thing to want someone out of your life. its another to serve them a wake up cup full of liquid drainer." they dont wanna get caught, so they make it look like suicide. the cops fall for it, so then they decide they dont like the jocks either. so they find the two biggest jocks and fire blanks at em so they look dead for a few minutes, long enough for the cops to read their gay suicide note, then they wake up and their lives are ruined. like i said before, brilliant. then christian slater decides "hey! im gonna blow up the whole school! itll be great!" veronica doesnt want christain slater to blow up the whole school, so she fakes her own suicide to keep him for killing her, then she and christian slater have this great fight sequence in the boiler room while the bomb is counting down, and she blows off his finger and stabs the bomb so it doesnt blow up the whole school. then he goes outside and blows himself up. then veronica is all dirty and grody from standing a few yards from a bomb and she goes back inside and steals the new heathers scrunchie and watches a movie with a nerd.

isnt that the best concept ever? the short version is "chick was gonna be popular but then she figured out popular people were the devil so she killed them and then her boyfriend blew himself up." its not the best MOVIE ever, cuz its a little slow, but it is the greatest concept ever to exist.

i think ill run away now and find some liquid drainer for the poppetts. buhbye for the time being.
-Brooky

SSSSSSSSSSSPPPPPPPPPPPOOOOOOOOOOOTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!

well, that was fun. dont have much else left to say, cept that im not sick anymore. yay. ill actually GO to school tomorrow. its really not that bad compared to being home and bored all day. ill go now.
-Muffin Woman

wow, i really havent posted in a while. sorry about that. i doubt anyone reads this anyway. if you do though, gimme a ring (which basically means email me) at pinkdimnd@aol.com or just IM me at pinkdimnd. or just completely ignore me. either way. lordy im sick. *tries to breathe through nose, fails, has a coughing fit* see? uhg. what can i say? ive revamped my blog, which youve prolly noticed, and if you havent youre blind. do check out the Mafia Blog, its in my links. very groovy.me and the whole posse talk to it. well i must be off and take some meds. biya.
-Foot (dont you hate how i always sign my posts differently?)

curse me. i have too much faith in myself. i now have three blogs with which to be keeping up. i fear i may be forced to delete the honeydewmelon blog, seeing as i never talk to it anymore. not that i dont love it or anything, but theres a lot of crap to be done, and even i, the great and mighty computer geek, can only do twelve things at one. goodbye, fair honeydew blog!!!
-Brooklyn, Sara, Brooky, Bob, Freda Harlaquin Connery, the Embodiment of All Evil, or whatever else i may be going by at present

heya guys. just thought id let you know the posse has a blog now. theres not much on it yet, but give us time. its at www.ebpiabmafia.blogspot.com so go to it. NOW. thats all. uhbuhbye.

YAYNESS. chick is now officially less sad and having moments of actual happiness. long moments. joy. ech, i have to go work on not having a life. heya eileen and other random people of doom. biya.

sorry i havent blogged since last year (heh). anyway...heres my life at the moment. chick is sad because of stuff. its not fun. no more details for you on that. ive been getting far to much sleep and thoroughly enjoying it *grin*. my computer is screwey again *sigh* o well. when someone IMs me, it SOMETIMES makes the little ding noise, but sometimes it just goes *click*. my buddy list window is havin seizures, and the mute button doesnt mute. it types a v. gee, thats not random at ALL *glares at mute button* is it? uh, eileens not gonna be on all week, grrrr. i wanna talk to her. hatties all away in fairhope. its sad. i wanna talk to her too. my hair is braided very differently today, but its perty so ill leave it up. lessee... what else is goin on? got the invite to brians bar mitzvah today. they spelled my name right on the envelope. i felt all special. theres gonna be bowling after (BOWLING!) now ill leave you to try and comprehend all this spontaneous crap ive just told you. have fun and try not to hurt yer brain too much.
-Brooklyn

o yeah, and happy christmas.

WOO!! my parents are the greatest people on the planet. check out what they got me for christmas: lotr two towers calendar, once more with feeling soundtrack, purple clipboard (guess i cant steal daddys anymore), 3 cds of broadway showtunes (dont steal em hattie!), a little pink dustbuster thingy, 4 two towers bookmarks (legolas and gimli, eowyn, strider, gandalf), a white Brooklyn shirt, a green Brooklyn shirt, a yellow new york shirt, newsies dvd (widescreen all the way baby!)... o yes, two more things: a freakin 20 inch digital flat screen tv... and a FREAKIN DVD PLAYER!!! for those who dont know, we ALREADY HAVE a dvd player in the den. but mom an daddy got me an drew (thats my bro) EACH our OWN freakin dvd player!!! life is GOOD! WOOOOOHOOOOO!! i think i'll go watch newsies on my new dvd player, on my new tv... *gloat gloat gloat* ... buhbye. ctb!

o yay! o VERY yay! the amount of yay overwhelms! this is like crunchy granola yay. i asked my odiot french teacher how i coulda got a friggin 89 (but i left out the friggin) and she looked, and turns out her idiot self forgot to average in one of my 100s, but she still didvided it by the same number, so it was like a had a zero, but i DIDNT, and she figured it out and now i have a 97. o joy almighty! PRAISE BE! and WHO got a 100 on their math exam? heres a hint: it was either you or me, and it wasnt you. HAHA! WOOOO! LotR comes out tomorrow! YAY! im seein it jackday. YAY! i get to go to a party! yay! i really need to go finish writing the "Whaddaya want?" scene. guess i'll do that. byebye

look, i return! dont you love me? *beams with joy* ive been havin a very not horrible day. french wasnt horrible for once *gasp* except for the satanic fact that she gave us our averages today. justify this- my lowest grade in that class is a 91. i have a 92 and a 95 and some 99s and some 100s. the only thing im not sure about is my participation grade (weve gotta raise our hands every five seconds to get an A there) but i participated the crap outta that class. so she goes and, being the satan that she is, gives me a friggin EIGHTY-NINE average!!!! GRRRRRRRR

WHOOPS! im stupid. i told brian/peter that an appositive was like when youre talking to someone, but its really like when you tell who they are, like, "blink, hatties fiance, has very nice hair." at least i dont think theyre married yet... maybe they are... i dunno. dont listen to me. i did my math homework. yay for me. here, have a quote, and its not even from newsies *gasp* or lord of the rings *louder gasp* "believe it or not, i still have an algebra exam tomorrow, even if aliens are taking over the world." HAHAHAHA! so funny... woo! yeah... im just gonna... go... okay...

isnt brian evil? we changed his name to peter. hehehe. now we can confuse everyone. *evil laugh* but he is evil. he said i was a bizznitch. yes yes i know he said he was kiddin but i really dont give a crap. i have to go find some shoes now. its very cold in my house. uhbuhhye.

this is me and brian talking. we're both a wee bit drunk.

AIMServiceBot123: gee
AIMServiceBot123: to ABANDON me
PINKDIMND: sorry, there was crap to be done
PINKDIMND: i almost finished defining those forty two words. YAY!
AIMServiceBot123: oh boy e_e
PINKDIMND: woohoo for me
PINKDIMND: im special
PINKDIMND: im also the king of new york
AIMServiceBot123: no
AIMServiceBot123: I AM
PINKDIMND: no I AM
PINKDIMND: "sorry, johnney, put the gun down"
PINKDIMND: WILL YOU PEOPLE STOP SCREAMING AT ME?!
PINKDIMND: dont jump out the freaking WINDOW you MORON!!!
PINKDIMND: thats not a WORD!!!!!!
PINKDIMND: STOP YELLING AT ME!!!!! *sinks into a corner with an evil look of "doom and despair be unto you"*
PINKDIMND: AND DONT COME BACK!
PINKDIMND: if you dont say that in english im gonna beat you over the head with a dictionary
AIMServiceBot123: wha?!?!
PINKDIMND: sorry, having crazy moments...it happens
PINKDIMND: *shakes head* im better now tho...*spins around as if she heard a scary noise*...really
PINKDIMND: if one needs a cleansing, one has a bran muffin
PINKDIMND: you SELL ROACHES?
PINKDIMND: whats your name?
AIMServiceBot123: you want a squirrel? *tips his gardening hat*
PINKDIMND: yes please
AIMServiceBot123: theyre real cute, and they wont leave any messes round your ouse
AIMServiceBot123: BOW TO THE MOOOOON! THE CRESCXENT MOOOON!
AIMServiceBot123: OH GOD ITS THOSE MONKIES AGAIN!
AIMServiceBot123: HELP MEEEEE!
PINKDIMND: whats your name?
AIMServiceBot123: God
PINKDIMND: hello. my naem is dominic
PINKDIMND: name
AIMServiceBot123: *waits for the temp on his weather thing to go below 32
AIMServiceBot123: its freezin
AIMServiceBot123: but not cold nuff
PINKDIMND: ooo...chillery
PINKDIMND: come away to an enchanted world where the lessons you learn, and the friends you love, are the greatest magic of all
AIMServiceBot123: oh deer god
PINKDIMND: hehehehe
PINKDIMND: *snicker*
PINKDIMND: stop talkin to urself
PINKDIMND: and i...i'll DRINK all the time...
PINKDIMND: thats MY cigar!
PINKDIMND: have many lives do you have?
PINKDIMND: answer me when we're...im...speaking to you!
AIMServiceBot123: uhm
AIMServiceBot123: 6 or 7
PINKDIMND: ok
PINKDIMND: i have 12 and a half *sticks out tongue*
PINKDIMND: stonkey?
PINKDIMND: o yeah, o yeah...whos the bomb?! ME!!! WOOHOO!!! all RIGHT!!! *dances with glee*
AIMServiceBot123: yea well
AIMServiceBot123: IM the king of New Yors
AIMServiceBot123: York*
PINKDIMND: i finished difining my forty two words!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! and im the KoNY!!! NOT YOU!!!
AIMServiceBot123: no
AIMServiceBot123: IM th KoNY
PINKDIMND: books is like kryptonite to robbahs
AIMServiceBot123: you stupid FoNY
AIMServiceBot123: books is like the DEVIL
PINKDIMND: drew said that. im converting my family to NY accents. its scary
PINKDIMND: dad said "woik" the other day
PINKDIMND: WOO!
PINKDIMND: our house smells like lysol. its frightening
PINKDIMND: in clue we had to think of a sentence with an appositive (WOO!! APPOSITIVES ARE COOL!!!) and i said "this is dave...the walkin mouth" and sarah laughed. it was funny
PINKDIMND: you shouldah been there...but then, if you were, the whole day woulda just been rotten. so its a good thing you werent
AIMServiceBot123: whats an appositive?
AIMServiceBot123: brian forgot
PINKDIMND: when youre talking to someone like - "brian, i hate you." "brian" is an appositive
PINKDIMND: er is a great word
AIMServiceBot123: oh yea
PINKDIMND: yesyesyes
AIMServiceBot123: Sara,you are a stupid bizznitch
AIMServiceBot123: nah
AIMServiceBot123: im jes kiddin
PINKDIMND: good
PINKDIMND: thats not fair
PINKDIMND: i had a really good comeback for that
PINKDIMND: cant remember it now but...
PINKDIMND: "roses are red, violets are blue..." ...i thought violets were violet...
PINKDIMND: are violets violet? "violet! youre turning VIOLET violet!!" - viotels dad in willy wonka
PINKDIMND: i must be off. theres songs to sing and yo uto hate...i'll be busy for hours. fare thee not well at all

Ms. Morton is a nutcase. she's only given us homework twice. however, the first time it was a piece of paper, front and back, with very small lines that had to be written all over. THIS time she gave us precisely 42 words to define by tommorow. EVERY FREAKING DEFINITION is like A PARAGRAPH LONG. it adds up REALLY fast! whats today? mushday? (wednesday) yes, thats it. hes great. everyone says hes naive and i hadnt the foggiest notion of what that meant for the longest time because, you know, no one ever told me. but someone told me the other day, and i was like "o THATS what it means!!!" and then i felt all smart. i dunno. im crazy. woo. i should really be doing my creative writing homework right now, but im not, so get over it. why cant it be spotday? (friday). eventually im just gonna stop parenthesizing the old names of the days and just let you figure it out on your own. you can do that, cant you? well if you cant, heres a little hint:
daveyday - sunday
skitteryday - monday
dutchyday - tuesday
mushday - wednesday
jackday - thursday
spotday - friday
blinkday - saturday
o yes, and brian? i hate you forever. bye bye now.

ok, now that ive recovered from that having-way-too-much-sugarness, i'll be almost sane today. speaking of today, today is daveyday. lets talk about davey for a moment shall we? davey is very davey-y. I think he looks like mike seaver from growing pains, but no one else seems to see the resemblance, so we'll not go there. davey is very smart at times. ex. - he thought up all that stuff jack said, but he's also very VERY stupid at other times ex. - "stop soakin the scabs." i mean what kind of stupid idea is that?! theyre dull little evil wimps! GR!!! we should just soak them MORE!!!! (yes morgan, i know, "violence is not the way." i cant help it. im a horrible person) i wrote a very happy scene in my fanfic (sorry about change of subject there). emily is gonna love it. but shes not gonna love it until forever away because i cant get her to read it until its done - hence forever away. O WELL!!! gotta run. i'll leave you with a quote:
spot: "hey, yer honer, i object"
yer honer: "on what grounds?"
spot: on the grounds of brooklyn, yer honer."