IT'S HERE!!!

Like, WTF, mates?

holy crickets, batman, youre harry potter!

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

WOMAN! WHERE IS MY SUPPER?!

and that was the end of that.

OH LOCHINVAR! YOURE SOOO DREEEAMY!

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

in case you didnt know, heteros can be

too.

This Doesn't Even RESEMBLE a Real Post

but yknow what? i just dont care.

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

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

Abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz!

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

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

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

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

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

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

and all was come to darkness.

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

The Verdict is In

can i have a drumroll here?

*drumroll*

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

SEVERE BRONCHITIS.

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

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

so bye.

LEAVE!

But Seriously I'm Like Uhhhh

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

uh. the end?

Meat Pies

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

hey. artist. you got a dollar?

huh.
i thought not.

ANI!

ANIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!

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

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

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

And POOF! You're Dead.

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

Right?

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

o well. free chips.

Red Vampire Dresses and Babies

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

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

There's a Fork in Ma's Leg!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Look What I Made!

look what i made! Originally uploaded by AChocolateOrange.

You Can Read the Comics Again

*puts Les on shoulders*

WE BEAT 'EM!!

*thousands of cheering extras*

Score! Limbo!

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

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

Take the Dante's" Inferno Test

well, i think its cool...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

now that youre all confused...

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

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

Crazy Dreaming. Hair and Newsies.

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

No Extreme Temperatures for You!

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

Movie Survey Thingy.

Movie Survey Thingy

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

My, But Wood's a Good Keeper

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

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

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

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

THE END!

1992 minus 1976? NOT fourteen.

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

he was 14 in ROBOCOP?!

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

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

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