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"Your eyes are fighting sleep while your mouth makes your demands."
Friday was a sweet end for a bitter week.
It was Law Day. Well, Law Day is officially on May 1 every year, but we celebrated it on Friday. It was fun and mundane, as usual, and we missed our first three periods. I missed Trial Advocacy, Chemistry, and Algebra II so I was very happy about that.
I handed out most of my party invitations so I actually got something accomplished.
After school, I sat outside the Cedar lobby on the cement and tanned.
Then I went to Michelle's house to help her, Peter Boyle, and Tracey work on their science project for Mr. Olsen. They can't do any HTML and they needed me to create a website for their element website project.
Peter's pretty hot (even though he's just a friend) so Michelle and I madly flirted with him. Heheh.
On Saturday, I went to the Towson Festival with Matt. I haven't gone to that festival since I was a little kid, so it was fun. I bought vegetarian bumper stickers, a "Give Earth a Chance" bumper sticker, and some pins for my bag. I wanted to do karaoke, but I ended up running out of time. I met up with Parisa, Michelle, Tracey, Carla, and Rebecca there, and I saw a crapload of people... Graham, Phoebe (from the protest last year), David (from church), Don, Allie, Rachel, Caryn, Lacey (from gym)... I even saw DJ and his family. I talked to them and they showed me this gift they got for the exchange family Leah is staying with this summer.
Then I saw Mary Tupper, Lisa Marie, Ed, Jenna, and Paul (Hendricks), and Jenna offered me some of her lemonade. I took a large gulp, and then realized it wasn't lemonade. Well, not completely. I realized that there was vodka in the lemonade after swallowing my mouthful. I shrugged it off, started singing that song "Tipsy" that Tracey and Michelle introduced to me on Friday, and continued to have fun at the festival.
Michelle dared me to dance with some weird middle-age (like fifties) ladies (and she told me to imitate their lovely dancing skills), and one of them was wearing white Spandex shorts and you could see her underwear through the shorts.
After the festival, I went home with a slight headache, and chilled.
Sunday, it rained.
At Storm, I sang, as usual.
Then there was this huge storm during the night, and there was a mini-tornado in our neighborhood. It was crazy, and trees were fallen everywhere.
Monday morning, I didn't feel like finishing one of my veggie sausages, so I threw it away. Mom asked me why I did that, and Dad interrupted with a "Because she wants to lose weight." It really hurt, especially since I was just full/sick of the taste, so I stalked back to the bathroom and brushed my teeth.
When I was done in the bathroom, I walked back out to the kitchen because I was going out the back door to the minivan. Dad was sitting at the breakfast table with an apologetic look on his face. I muttered, "Douchebag," and walked out the door.
I felt guilty about it, and after school, I called him and apologized. He apologized too, and at home, I found a note he wrote apologizing.
I guess I can't blame him for all of his nonsense. After all, he just doesn't want me to end up like Nana.
Tuesday, there was a Young Greens meeting. I gave Jenna some copies that I made of the brand new second issue of Unconventional Wisdom. Charlie and Paul left early. I didn't get to apologize to Charlie for snapping at him. Carly, Jenna, Claire, and I fooled around on the computers, looking at the snopes.com website on urban legends and fashion designer sites and college sites. Fun times. Good times.
I went to Ms. Kauffman's and Dr. Gaffney's at St. Joe's after school. I'm the same weight as before, right down to the .8 of my 115.8 pounds.
Tuesday night, I apologized to Charlie via IM.
Then I invited him to my party.
Maybe I shouldn't have, because he'll be like one of the only (if not the only) seniors there.
Oh, well. Pfft.
Today, I fell asleep in Chemistry, Algebra II, and English.
I think my medications are fucking up again.
Ah, well.
There was a squirrel trapped in the Senior Cafe, and everyone who usually sits there sat in the cafeteria or in the hallway. It was drizzling, so only a few people, including me, sat outside.
Well, actually, I wandered all over the place, so I guess I don't really count.
That was pretty much the only interesting event in my day so far.
I want to start a band. I'd have Vicci be in it, because I think she can play bass, and Linzy too, because she plays drums. I can sing all right (so I've been told) and I want my mom to either look into drum lessons and/or teach me guitar already.
I'm going out to dinner with my Japanese class tonight, so I'm happy about that. I'm going to Freeny-sensei's house around 5:30 pm. Oh, crap. That's in less than an hour. I haven't done any homework. Aghhh!!! Gerfumble.
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(Anonymous)
2004-05-05 20:48
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Good to know you watched Hellsing.
Hellsing = THE BEST. Well, besides maybe Saikano.
I just called your house and you're not there.
And my moms being a bitch in the sense that I just got your invite and she's saying she doesn't want me to go. I asked my dad and he might be able to take me but I don't believe I can stay until 11.
We'll see.
This is reinforcement, just in case you didn't get my message. xP I'm such a dork
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(Anonymous)
2004-05-10 19:39
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excuse u! i was NOT flirting w/ peter there buddy, keep it straight, ur the 1 that wants him ooh oohh haha;)
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