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Tuesday, March 16th, 2004
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4:51 pm - My Weekend and Day
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Weekend: Saw "Secret Window" at Ace's Johnny Depp night. Wanted to rip out Brenda's hair and Cowboy's face half the time, Brenda just because she was ignoring me and Cowboy because I think he's a jerk. And Drew W. ground on one of my last nerves, but all of that may have just been because of my abdominal bleeding. I didn't get to go to Bekki's party, which absolutely sucks. I didn't even get to buy her a card, which also sucks. I'll be doing that tonight. I really wanted to go to Bekki's party, too, but I had to clean the living room. ... -_- ... (Attendance list at Ace's: Me, Ace, Sean, Bekki, Brenda, Cowboy, Em, Corinne, Rocky, Mikey, Drew W., David and Renee, Tweak, Cowboy...I think that's it.) (David and Renee is written the way it is because they cling to each other so much, which also grinds on my nerves.) Bekki and Tweak are going out. That's good. They're both nice people and they deserve each other. Renee, however, could do much better than David I think.
Monday (yesterday) was interesting. Not. The most interesting part of the day was when someone turned their car around in my driveway. Whoohoo. Imagine if they'd've gotten out! We would have really had fun then! (By "we" I mean me and the dogs, not me and some other personalities that you don't know about.) Yeah, it was record day. As far as I know I have six A's and a B in chemistry. That B is a heluva lot better than the D I had just two weeks ago. I dunno, Rieniets might have chosen to screw me over, but if she did then I'll screw her over worse and she'll be out of a job. That's why I don't encourage teachers to mess with me...
Anywhoo, I did my Spanish homework and my Geometry homework yesterday, since I hadn't done it already and it was due today, and then I cleaned my room. That didn't take me too long, and now I can actually play DDR in here. I think I'm going to pack away a lot of my stuff. I want to keep it, I just don't want to dust it.
At any rate, I got that done, even if I would rather have been at Bekki's party...even if Danny was there...
And then I played DDR for the rest of the afternoon.
Today was unique in its involvement with blood. Kyle had trouble opening the door to get into 3rd period, where we had a sub in spanish, and the guy was a real jerk. He asked if we had any questions and if I'd been a bolder soul I would have asked him if he always acted like he had a watermelon stuck up his rear. (And as to the door, it's always getting stuck but I teased Kyle about it just the same.) Mary (Isabel) was actually there today, and she slept for a lot of the time. The sub came back to wake her up and poked her with a straw or something, and I felt something wet brush my arm. My first thought was that he'd been chewing his fingernails and I had his spit on my arm, but as I looked at his retreating figure I noticed that his hand was all bloody because one of his fingers was bleeding. I went up to Rieniets' desk, where subbie was making himself at home, and told him that his hand was bleeding. He said casually, "I know." I grabbed a tissue and did the whole cleaning-with-spit thing on my arm, and the guy started looking at his arm, trying to figure out what I'd said. When I went back up to throw the tissue away, the guy was like, "I'm real sorry, miss, I'm a diabetic-anemic and sometimes I can start bleeding and not even feel it." Even though I'd just been acting totally insulted and disgusted and making a big show of wiping the blood off of my arm back in my little corner, I kinda felt bad. I mean, I really was grossed out and I still think the guy was a jerk, but I still felt bad for acting like such a jerk myself. So I said, "Oh, that's okay. I mean, I was just kinda freaked out, that's all." More than a little. I'm really glad that I don't have any open cuts on my arm. And I'm still trying to figure out how anyone can have that much blood - on their hand, no less - and not even notice it. I notice my hands all the time, and blood would not be something I'd miss.
So that was a unique experience, to be sure.
In art today, I finished my nymph concentration. I'll have to show it to Mary when I get the slides. I'm almost finished with "Choices", too. Yay! And I had Mrs. F. shoot the other one as soon as I finished, and I asked her to shoot my self-portrait, too. I'm going to replace one of my contour drawings with it, since I think it would look a lot better in my portfolio than some mangled, indistinguishable drawing of Michelle. I think I'll probably substitute Bethany's legs (my movement drawing) for Ryan's head (another contour) as well, since I shouldn't really include Ryan in my portfolio without his permission, which is what I'm doing.
Well, I should go - homework and then DDR. Artair said she lost 7 lbs last week and I only lost 1, so I'm trying to catch up. ^__^
Imori
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4:38 pm - My response
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I opened up a public journal in which to post my response to Brenda's entry. Only did it because the damn thing was so long, but from now on that's where I'll be posting all of my funny or impersonal rants, and funny and praiseful raves.
See if you can figure out why I chose the name I did.
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| Thursday, March 11th, 2004
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5:06 pm - What's been up?
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A lot has been up lately. I went to Rocky and Mikey's on Tuesday, and today there was a poetry slam. Also, Emi's birthday party was last weekend. But I want to talk about Brenda right now. This was her journal entry a couple of days ago:
"I feel like complaining. I'm sure I don't have the right, but I don't really give a crap. If you think you'll feel offended by this, don't read it, because you probably will be. I really don't care what anyone thinks any more, not that anyone thought anything to begin with.
Randomness:
- I am normally always the first person to leave R&M on Tuesdays(with the exception of Nathan if he comes).
- Bekki Ace and Sean weren't at school today. We came to the conclusion that they wouldn't all skip the same day, nor could they probably afford it. We heard there was an accident on Seventy this morning. I (and others) spend the whole day hoping that everything is okay. We called everyone's house and no answer. We get Sean's Cell number from Zwee right before we leave. They are at the mall. Thanks for sharing, Jerks. We spend the day thinking that you're freaking DEAD, and you go tell us you're all the mall all day, and didn't tell anyone about it. Yeah, and thanks for inviting Rin and no one else, not that we would have been able to go anyway. Yeah.
- I need a hair cut.
- Why can't I cook anything?
- Why is there less than fifty days of school left already?
I feel like Bashing on people. Enjoy, I know I will.
Ace: I hate how she seems to pretend to be so dumb all the time. She was so much smarter two years ago, what happened, if she's not pretending? Why does she crave attention? Or seem to anyway. Why does she have to type the way she does online? I don't like it. It's okay every once in a while, but I don't think you need to speak like a child on the internet when you know how to speak correctly.
Sean: I hate his laugh. I hate hearing it. I hate how he has to poke or scare me all the time. I hate how he puts his hand on my shoulder when he leaves. Stop. I hate how perverted he is, and I hate how he tries to make things that way. I hate how he thinks he's funny when he does that.
Bekki: I hate how she talks about Gackt 24/7, I hate how everything seems to have to go her way, I hate how egotistical she can be about herself, and I hate how when she likes something, she thinks everyone else should, and when they don't they are wrong. I hate how she says she's done everything five years ago, and I don't like how she doesn't do things she says she will.
Rocky: I hate how selfish he can be. I hate how all he wants is money, when he can't even save his own. I hate how easily he can get mad over dumb stupid things, and I hate how he uses me for money and knows it.
Mikey: I hate that he enjoys getting into fights, and seems to always want to argue. I hate how he makes a big deal out of very little things, and I hate how he makes fun of a lot of people when they aren't around. I don't like how he thinks the Jpop CDs are his. I hate the fact that neither Rocky NOR Mikey can share anything that is between them, and how much they fight. They both need to grow up and shut up about dumb things.
I hate the fact that I can only seem to hold a conversation with Cowboy and Sean online. I hate the fact that I am online for hours and no one IMs me first except Cowboy and Sean. I hate that no one uses MSN. I hate that I feel like I am only here for my computer and my money. I hate how I can be a hypocrite. I hate how jealous I get, and I hate how jealous everyone else can be.
I know I've done some of the things I put here, but I still hate them. I don't want any comments. If you IM me or leave a comment trying to yell at me for what I don't like about you, you can kiss it, because I don't want to hear it, and I don't care if you come back at me with dumb things like 'You did this, and what about when you did that' I don't give a crap. This is my journal, so shut up. I hate how everyone can piss me off. I hate how no one can ever be honest about what they really think about anything."
My response will be posted later.
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| Friday, February 27th, 2004
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3:52 pm - Afterthought
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I just thought I'd clear a couple of things up...though I don't remember what one of them was...Uh...Oh, Tony is my middle-aged third cousin, in case you're wondering, and he has no friends and the rest of my family thinks he's retarded. He's not retarded, he's just slow. I can't deal with slow, though, and Tony grates on my nerves because he can't follow basic conversation. I know it's not his fault. I know I'm mean. I'm sorry.
And...I get chinese tonight. From China Lee. Happy food makes a happy Newt! ^_____^
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2:58 pm - "So go on and scream, scream at me..."
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...it won't make any difference at all. I am in an absolutely GREAT mood. I have no idea why. Maybe because I ordered my "SLAM" t-shirt today ($12 - Performance Poetry Society). Maybe Soulspeak (check 'em out at Soulspeak.org) loosened me up some during Wednesday's activity period. Maybe because it's Friday (though that hasn't really made any difference in a looong time), or because I'm working the Special Olympics at SMART tomorrow. Maybe because I ate Lucky Charms for breakfast and I'm not used to that much sugar in the mornings, and on top of that I took an energy pill. Perhaps it's because today has just been so side-splitting FUNNY that I can't get over it. Or maybe it's all of that. And maybe it's in spite of my "D" in chemistry and the fact that my National Honor Society application was rejected because I turned it in a day late. There's always next year.
I have no idea when my last entry was. Actually, I do, but only because I checked blurty's complimentary calendar. Otherwise, I assure you: I would not have any idea when my last entry had been, which is not (in and of itself) wholly unusual. As it is, that entry was on February 10. We gots lots of catchin' up to do.
I don't remember very much of what's happened. I've been talking to Ryan a lot lately. Kyle got a tattoo on his left arm, and cheated on his last test. I don't know how Rieniets missed it. Last weekend I went to SMART. Theresa was there, but Laura (her sister) was sick. I helped out, even though they had way too many volunteers and there was nothing to do. I led horses. I "supervised". And I swept out the tack room. Three times. But actually because it got dirty three times, not just for the hell of it. Well, for the hell of it, too. Salsa tried to eat my jacket, so I took it off and left it in the office. It's still there. I went to SMART on the fourteenth, too, before I went to Corinne's sleepover/birthday party. Screw Valentine's Day - it was Renegade's birthday. I figured that the best way to honor him was to work with horses and disabled kids. And horses.
Corinne's birthday party was pretty cool. I went to Brenda's, then we all went to Arby's for food. Some guy came in (I guess he wanted food, too). There were nine (Me, Rocky, Mikey, Corinne, Emi, Brenda, Candace, Sean, and Bekki) of us, and we were all talking, and it made it sound like a full restaurant because, well, the restaurant is pretty small and we weren't using "six-inch voices". We weren't shouting, but since we'd been the only ones there, we weren't exactly whispering either. So this guy comes in, and then like fifteen minutes later he comes over and goes, "Will you guys keep it down?" Real rude-like (I know that's not a word.) And we were like, "Yeah, sure, okay." And as soon as he'd said that he left. We watched him go and then started laughing at him. He didn't even work at the place, for crying out loud!
That was Saturday, as I've mentioned. We got back to Corinne's at about 10, and they all wanted to straighten my hair. They told me this on the phone before I got to Brenda's, so I was somewhat prepared for it. That was nifty. I looked so different! They all told me how pretty my hair looked, and Emi wanted to braid it because they said it looked like Elf hair and they wanted to complete the picture.
Sunday morning, we woke up at about 5, 5:30. We were going to Islands of Adventure. I slept alright, I guess, considering - and especially compared to Em, who didn't sleep at all but stayed up in the kitchen reading "Kazan" all night. She said she couldn't sleep, and I can't say I don't know why. The few times I woke up, Sean was grinding his teeth together (loudly, I might add...really loud clickingness...) and Brenda and Rocky were both talking in their sleep. One of them sighed like they were annoyed, and one of them was talking about sets. Or set. No idea. And Em said that I breathe very loudly when I sleep. Sorry, Em!!
So Em ended up sleeping in the car while we rode rides. She didn't really ride anything, anyway, but it was nice of her to hold our bags. I asked Brenda to keep my cell phone and aspirin, both of which came in handy. I got left behind on the Lost Continent, at a souvenier stand. I turned around and they were all gone, then Sean found me and led me back to everyone. They wrote things on my arms (Corinne gave me an Elvish numeral "tattoo", and Em wrote "GLOMP! If I am lost...SAVE ME!" on my left arm and "Friends with the PEN!" on my right, to match Corinne's bag), and Rocky gave me his cell phone number in case I got lost again. That came in handy, too. When Candace went to use the loo next to the Circus McGurkus restaurant, I told Brenda that I was going in, too - you know, so someone would know and I wouldn't be left behind. When I came out, they weren't there. I waited for about five or ten minutes, then I tried to get back into the restaurant to see if anyone knew where they'd gone, but the doors were locked. Lucky for me, a family was coming out another set of doors, so I ran in before it shut and found a waiter and asked if he'd seen my group. He lent me his cell phone, and I called everyone - they were at Dr. Doom's Fear Fall, and Rocky was like, "Who is this?" because his phone has caller I.D. and the number didn't match the one that I gave him (obviously, since I'd given my phone back to Brenda on a water ride, to keep it safe.) Apparently Brenda didn't remember me even saying anything to her. But I had fun, other than getting lost.
The Friday before that, we played a test review game in Chemistry. We started out in our lab groups. For me that meant Shalee, Miles, Gabe, and myself (of course). We got a point for each question we answered correctly, and after each question one person from the class would draw a number (1-4), corresponding to a number that we'd been assigned (also 1-4, obviously). Well, the first three times the number four was picked, so all the fours had to rotated three times (one rotation per turn). There were only four questions, and there was a prize for whichever group got the most right. The last question consisted of four parts. My group decided to use all of my answers, and got all of the answers right. I have no idea how. I don't know how I got them right at all. Luck, maybe? But anyway, Gabe predicted his own rotation..."Watch us win and me have to move and get screwed out of it." Yup, that's what happened. We'd already won candy once that day, because we played another game before it (scientific clues which we had to use to guess as many candy names as possible in a certain amount of time. The group with the most correct answers won candy.) so when our group (Pink) tied with Green, I gave Gabe my candy bar. He'd really been trying, and I didn't need the candy anyway.
So Monday, Gabe started talking to me. Now, it isn't like I have a crush on him or anything, pero (still) es una cosa muy buena, porque el cubano es muy, muy guapo y muy comico y es un amigo de Beasley. I'm always up for being noticed by cute guys, even if they aren't noticing me because I'm pretty. The point is: Gabe spoke to me. He asked me some questions because he trusted me not to steer him wrong, because he now thinks that I'm intelligent. (Boy, have I got the entire class fooled...) Anyway, that was my Monday highlight. However, when I told Mom about it she got all racist, asking if he'd been rude before that, saying that cubans were snotty...This is "the most objective person (she knows)." Personally, all the cuban people I've met have been really nice. I can understand that Maritza might have left a bitter taste in Mom's mouth, but that's just Maritza. I brought up that point, but what do I know? I digress. I am in a happy place now, and I intend to stay there - at least until Tony gets here on Sunday, when upon his arrival I will lock myself in my room and commence doing my homework. Not my art. Never my art, because I can't paint in my room and I refuse to entertain Tony (whom I didn't invite) by having him hang over my shoulder and say how awesome I am, when I'm not. ANYWAY!
So that was cool. Tuesday - or maybe Wednesday - we voted for Mr. Mustang (I voted for one of the kids from last year's Spanish class), Junior Rep. (I voted for J.B. just because he was the only person I knew) and Sophomore Rep. (I voted for Bubba Beasley because...well, he's a Beasley. And I think he's Fwooshie's younger sibling, if the name matches the person I think it does.) Then in Chem. today I asked Gabe if Beasley had a little brother, and Gabe asked Kellen, and I thought Kellen said "Bubba", but Gabe didn't really hear him and he said, "I dunno, but I know he has a third nipple." We got into a brief conversation about that, "Wow. That's interesting. Do I want to know how you know that?" "No, not really." "Okay, I won't ask, then." We were both laughing the whole time. It felt so good to laugh. It felt good to have the whole class in awe of me when I turned my project in, too. "You MADE that? NO WAY! I think you bought it." My project was "Layers of the Earth", and crocheted a multicolored round...thing...like the earth kinda...thing. Everyone thought it was cool, but I saw someone else's model...and...I felt like I'd been put to shame. It didn't get the same reaction mine did, though, even though mine was labeled with print headings and paper clips, so it was nice of the class to be nice to me.
We did a lab involving M&M's after that, so that meant lab groups again. It isn't like we're confined to those groups, though. I don't know how to explain it. It's like...we're all friends in there. Seriously. Everyone is friends with everyone, and if they're not, they're at least polite - even to spastic Nathan, most of the time. So we got into a collective discussion about "The Passion of the Christ" which also turned out to be pretty funny, and I made everyone laugh (I like making people laugh) when Ian said, "Why did they have to make it about the violent parts? Why not just do a movie about the good parts of Jesus's life?" and I said, "Because it's already been done. They even wrote a book about it - it's called the Bible." My table laughed the hardest, probably because most people can't hear me when I talk. Gabe and Shalee, in particular, thought that it was really funny, but for opposite reasons I think. They're all used to me being quiet and introverted, but Shalee knows that I have a dry sense of humor...as does Lindsey...and most other people who've told me so...and that I'm very sarcastic and funny. (I really don't see it, most of the time...) Shalee has said that I make her laugh, and she kind of expects it and laughs all the harder for it. Gabe mostly just see's the quiet, introverted, bookish side, so he was kinda surprised. Surprises are fun, but only when I'm the one giving them.
Oh, Mom's birthday was on the 22nd. We got her a bunch of scrapbooking stuff, "Angel" season 3, and "The Sims: Makin' Magic" and The Sims: Superstar". I think she really liked it. She wanted Chinese for dinner, but China Lee wasn't open - they have the best chinese food I've ever had. At the very least, it's the best in the county. It's probably the best in the country, since I haven't had any chinese that disproves that theory yet. That's what I should do when I grow up. Devote my life to proving the merit of China Lee Hor's food. Anywhoo, I like Mom's new "Sims" games, and I'm going to go play them right now. Ta-ta!
Imori
PS - I also played Ping-Pong during Personal Fitness, and we had a test on Julius Caesar in English. I played against a girl named Amanda, and neither of us is very good. That made it funny. Boy, did it bring back memories...ping-pong in the concession area, Beasley sleeping on the sidelines, handing him a paddle and issuing a challenge that would change my life forever. I can't say for better or for worse, but it was a major change. And I do have a tendancy to think about it positively, because...I dunno, but it doesn't seem like there's anything bad that anyone can say about Bii-chan. He's just so...gold. I'm really gonna miss 'im when he graduates...
current mood: exhilarated
current music: "Going Under" - Evanescence
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| Tuesday, February 10th, 2004
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2:48 pm - "That doesn't bend that way."
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Wow. My last update was on Nikki's birthday. And I hate Nikki. Now Mom's birthday is coming up. *sigh* I'll have to see if I can find "Charmed" on DVD. I don't even know if it's been released yet. ><
Why has it been so long since I updated? Hmm...Maybe nothing's happened. Or maybe I've just been too angry. I think that was it. Yes, I have been updating other journals that are not open to the public. Journals that nobody can find and read on a whim. What's happened so far this month that I really want to type about? *consider, consider* Well, last Thursday we got our Class Ring order forms. Women's rings are about $340. I think I'm going to check out Wally World's offer tonight. If they have the stone that I want in the cut that I like, then I'll buy from them instead of from Herff Jones. (Herff...that's a funny word/name...) While I was at the assembly getting Jones' spiel, my Spanish class was taking a test. Actually, they were reviewing for the test. They actually started taking the test about ten minutes before I got there. I would have had plenty of time to take the test, but I made the mistake of asking Rieniets for her opinion on whether or not I had time and she told me no, to just make it up. The rest of the day was pretty uneventful.
Friday was an absolute blast, and I'm being sarcastic when I say that. We had a sub in English - Mr. Baum, the Singing Substitute - which means that we had even more work than we do when Blair is "teaching" the class. I still haven't finished it all. In fact, I'm going to finish it tonight. And hopefully have time to go to the store, watch "Charmed", go rollerblading, stretch, and do some crochet. The afghan that I'm working on now, I have had to rip apart no less than three times. And that's just with the new yarn. I ripped it apart twice with the first yarn I used, and with the second yarn I just stopped working on it because the yarn didn't stretch enough for me to do any puff stitches. Which are a required part of the afghan. Anywhoo, Friday. After English I went to Personal Fitness, and we ran the mile. I did it in 16:40 - a minute and twelve seconds better than my time on Wednesday. I was so proud of myself! I even stretched out properly, and that felt really good. Then I went to eat lunch with Brett, and I had leftover pork. I drank a lot of water, and it was really hot outside. When we got upstairs (after we finished eating), my stomach started hurting really, really bad. I felt like I was in a cheesy sci-fi flick and some weird alien monster was going to claw its way out of my intestines. I felt kind of dizzy and I wanted to go to the bathroom because I thought I was going to vomit, but the bell was about to ring and I didn't want to be late for class or have to put my stuff down on the nasty bathroom floor. I waited for the bell to ring and then I pushed my way past everyone coming out of Mrs. Harper's room and told her that I was there, not to mark me absent, but I needed to go to the bathroom and I needed her to call the nurse. She told me to sit down, that she was going to call Mrs. Moody to sit with me and call the clinic. So I sat down. Then I got up and moved up to my seat, and I have no idea why. Mrs. Harper told me to lay down on the floor and put my feet up on a chair, so I went to do that. I thought that I had. I mean, I honestly thought that I had laid down wrong. Mrs. Moody and Mrs. Harper were leaning over me and I thought that I had fallen asleep and lain weird. There were a couple of kids in the room - I remember seeing Ashley and Miles and Nathan. Ashley said that she hoped I got better. Nathan asked if I was okay. Miles asked if they wanted him to carry my stuff down to the clinic, and helped to move it out of the way. Mrs. Harper told everyone to stay outside or go to Mrs. Moody's room. The nurse was there with a wheelchair. Apparently I didn't lay down, I passed out and fell. I fell on my left side and my glasses cut right next to my eye. I have a bruise there that's turning kind of green now. I went to the clinic, had some juice, and waited for Mom to get there. Mrs. Harper came to check on me twice, and Mrs. Moody checked on me too. I asked Mrs. Harper to tell Rieniets that I wouldn't be able to make up my test that afternoon. I was lucky that there was a Renaissance Party that period. Since most of the school is in Renaissance, there wasn't really going to be any class. I had planned on hanging out in Chemistry and doing homework all period. Nurse Jensen said that it was dehydration, but Mom says that I had a seizure because I hadn't eaten any carbs. I don't know. Don't care. I'll take both of their opinions and try not to do a repeat performance. When I hit my head, I bent my glasses all weird. Mom had to bend them back into a semi-wearable shape until we can use her new workplace's insurance to get a new pair.
Oh, that's right! Mom got a new job. She started yesterday at Chris Craft. Apparently she knows a lot of the people there because they used to work at Wellcraft, including one of the VP's. It's a lot prettier than Wellcraft, that's for sure.
On Saturday I went to a training program for a thing called SMART. It's a riding group that offers therapy to disabled kids. Really great, seriously. I got to lead a horse named Bailey, just for practice. He's blind in his left eye, but other than that he's just beautiful, and really sweet. Dad took me to the program, though, and I wish he hadn't. He got on my nerves all day long. First he was just gonna walk right through the gate into the office area, when the HUGE sign on it said not to. Then on the way home he ran over a raccoon. You just have to know my dad. "You don't want to cause an accident for an animal!" He says that even though there are usually no cars behind ours or coming toward us when these things happen. The 'coon was walking toward the road, in plain freaking view, and I could tell it was going to cross. We were about forty feet away and Dad didn't show any sign of wanting to slow down. So I brought the situation to his attention. "Raccoon. RACCOON!" Still, he only raised his foot off of the gas pedal a little bit. And the 'coon is on the road. He waits until it's under our damn tires before putting on the brakes and swerving all over the road. I felt a thump, but when I looked back there was nothing lying dead on the road. Then Dad says, "Good eye, Jess." That really pissed me off. First of all, it was broad freaking daylight, and you'd have to be half freaking blind not to have seen it. Second, my dad just has a history of running over animals. He's an asshole when it comes to stopping for an animal in the middle of the road. He even screamed at me once for stopping for a cat in the middle of a residential area, saying I was going to cause a pile-up. Well, no, there was a huge-ass median, I didn't SLAM on the brakes, and the car behind me saw and stopped, and so did the car behind him. And anyway, I didn't quite get it. "Good eye"? What, did he think I was identifying a target? The only animal I can ever remember my dad stopping for were Colette's horses when they got out and went flying into the street - and I truthfully only think he stopped because hitting them would have caused him harm. And that was with our little tiny Nissan. If he'd had the truck he has now, he probably would have plowed right into the poor things. And then swerved to try to do more damage, like with the raccoon.
But you know what REALLY gets me? There was a flashlight lying in the middle of the road the night before this happened. Same road. Between Colette's and where the raccoon was. That flashlight isn't there anymore. Dad pulled the truck over and ran into the middle of the road to fetch it. "I Brake for Flashlights".
Jen R. and I dressed up today. She wore her ballet shoes and I wore a skirt. That was fun. ^_^ Brenda and Bekki did a really scary parody of the belly button low-rider pants commercial. I made fun of them for it. Also today we had the Florida Writes. I made up my Spanish test yesterday morning, but guess what! We had another Spanish test today. And since Spanish classes are mixed, I had to take my test with Miss Blair and the rest of my second period class. So I have another Spanish test to make up. FUN FUN! The Moron (Blair) kept trying to see what I was writing, then she'd notice me glaring daggers up at her and move on to harass someone else. My topic was, "Think of a job that you would not like to do and explain why you would not like to do it." I picked "teacher". Then I finished my essay and went to take my place as alternate for the AMC 10, a really hard math test that I signed up for. Only everyone showed, so I got kicked out and sent back to fifth period, which wasn't so bad. We talked about how "Chutes and Ladders" could be used to demonstrate physics and how "Twister" could be used to teach Biology or Anatomy. Hence the quote/title of today's entry. (Thanks, Brenda!) And that was my day. Oh, I didn't get to go to Youth Group today. I forgot to ask for a ride. Damn. Oh well.
Imori
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| Sunday, January 18th, 2004
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11:20 am - "It's raining, it's pouring, the old man is snoring..."
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Actually, I don't really know whether Dad is snoring or not. He probably is, for all that he claims he doesn't, but whatever. It really was pouring earlier. About two hours ago. It woke me up. Better today than yesterday, though I can't say I mind rain at all unless I'm carrying an art project home with me. However, yesterday was my/Jessica's/Eli's/Seth's/Uncle Jim's/Some other lady's birthday party at my cousin Charis's house. She gave me a nice skirt and matching blouse, and her mom (Bunny, Uncle Jim's wife, both unrelated except that Bunny is Charis's biological mother and that Bunny was married to my Uncle David) gave me a really cute purse. I met Charis and Scott's new dog, Anna. Actually, she's Blaine and Eli's dog. Blaine's dog that likes Eli better because Eli is the one that takes care of her and because Blaine is a little too rambunctious for her taste. She's part wolf, part something else, only about a year old. She's really rangy, but still kind of short. She's only a little bit taller than Marta is. She's a really quiet dog and she reminds me a lot of Surprise (That's Prizie for me, I think because maybe I couldn't say her name when I was little.) Really quiet, loves her chin scratched, and had her ear messed up when it was cropped. Anna's a pound-doggy, Prize was a found-doggy.
Eli really liked his presents. Seth just turned a year old, and he was kinda cranky. I think the only time I saw him smile was when he smiled at me. That was cute. Blaine killed his uncle by "taking his batteries out". Then we had to leave and when I went to say goodbye to Blaine he threw his foam Batman boomerang at me, so I fell down in the driveway and told him he'd killed me. I didn't think I could do things like that. Then he gave me a hug and said goodbye and I told Eli goodbye and everyone else goodbye and Mom and I left. Dad didn't come - he was working. Uncle David and Aunt Elsona didn't come, either. That was strange. Uncle Doug and Aunt Sue weren't there, which was also strange. I don't know why; they didn't come to Blaine's, either. Maybe they're too good to hang out with us middle-class people. Or maybe they thought that Charis had moved. U. Duane and A. Barbara weren't there, but they never are. Neither are U. Dana and A. Allie. Of course, they live a long way away. And I don't think Duane and Barbara were invited, because they probably wouldn't show even if they were. They really are too rich to hang out with us middle-class people. They won't even come see us on Christmas.
Charis made me a mini chocolate cake to eat. She made little mini chocolate cakes for everyone who had had a birthday this month so far. Seth's cake was vanilla, and it was shaped like a baby's rattle.
When Mom and I left, we went to Michael's. We saw Dawn there and chatted with her for a bit, then we saw Marsha and chatted with her for a bit, and we bought some yarn and some ornaments and some craft stuff. I bought a little unfinished penguin ornament for a few cents (it was 70% off, since Michael's is moving...so is Charis, btw. They've got to be in their new house by the 28th.) I'm going to paint that and give it to Monika for Christmas. I'll put it in the change purse that I made her, and it will be wrapped. I finished her purse last night, all except for the button. I am going to make a penguin button for it, since I couldn't find any at Wal-Mart or Michael's.
We're going to see Granny Susie and Racal today at about 2, and then we're going to Grandma and Pap's...Grandma wanted to do something for me for my birthday. That's nice. I'm going to ask her while I'm up there if she still wants to get rid of her yarn. Yarn is my new friend. I'm glad they're doing something for me, though. Shows they still remember I exist. Unlike the rest of my mother's side. Artair sent me a gift, I don't know if I mentioned it, but she sent me a card and two pictures. I really appreciated that. I really appreciated just about everything this year, right down to the most shocked "Happy Birthday" (that'd be Rzepa's.) Especially given that only my grandparents, one of my cousins, and one of my uncles and his wife remembered it, as far as family goes. Joe called to say "Happy Birthday". I guess he could be considered family. I mean, he's a really good friend of Dad's. But anyway, yeah. I'm gonna go. I have to get a shower and do some homework.
Imori
current mood: bitter by the end
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| Friday, January 16th, 2004
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3:04 pm - Yay! Friday!
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And lots of homework to go with it, including that "don't forget to do your Art project" from Blair. I'm glad I wasn't the only one asking, "What art project?" It turns out that we have to do two. One she started us on when we had ten minutes left of class. The other she explained today, since she wouldn't be there on Wednesday. And the thing is due next Friday. Oh, and we will be having a vocab unit next week, even though it's only a four-day week and she won't be there on one of the two days that we see her. So we might want to take some initiative and look up the words on our own. If I take any initiative, it's going to be to flip her the bird and then scream out at her what the class thinks of her, what everyone I've talked to has said about her. Actually, Mom looked up those vocab words for me last night (along with the ones for today's quiz), but I was still mad. Initiative? Initiative? She who claims she didn't have to take an SAT to get into college is going to talk to the multiple-honors students about initiative? Oh, the cruel irony.
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| Thursday, January 15th, 2004
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2:36 pm - I'm in
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Tuesday was my birthday (and Orlando Bloom's)! Whoo hoo! I'm sixteen now, sweet sixteen. Brett gave me balloons, and I carried them around all day. It was an odd block day, so I didn't have to have English. It would have been kind of funny to have gone there, though, because it would have been like, "ha ha, Blair, I get balloons for my birthday but nobody cares about youuuuu!" Which is actually something that I would have considered saying. I didn't go to The Rush (youth group). Instead, we went to see the Lipizzaners at the Civic Center. Mom made me Florentine Chicken for dinner. Dad asked her not to make any for him. "I just want plain chicken. Just simple stuff." Why? Because he's a picky eater and an asshole and he was stupid all night long. Actually, he's been acting really stupid for awhile now. Katie, Ashley, Ryan, Brenda, Kaela, and Brian said "Happy Birthday" to me. Ashley B. made me a card, as did Jackie. Some girl in my first period said that no one cared about my birthday; Orlando Bloom's was much more important. Fine. Stuff it up your ass, you ugly bitch. She really is. Both ugly and a bitch, I mean. The Lipizzaners were great. Mom got me a limited edition Breyer's Lipizzaner while we were there. Number 3363 of 5000. I was like, "Wow." I also got a Harry Potter soundtrack, an Ian Van Dahl CD (it has "Castles in the Sky" on it! ^___^), a Lord of the Rings puzzle and chess set, a new PS2 game, and a "Sleeping Beauty" DVD. Granny Susie and Racal sent me a card and $25 dollars, as did Uncle David and Aunt Elsona. Rzepa shoved five dollars in my pocket that was probably his lunch money (plus leftovers for cigarettes). Keesie probably got something for me, too. It's become the family's habit to celebrate my birthday with her sons' (Eli's was the 11th and Seth's is tomorrow) and her sister's (her sister's name is also Jessica, and her birthday is also on the 13th.) so I get a birthday party on Saturday. Charis will tell me that I can bring friends if I want to, but I won't bring friends because it's a family thing. Besides, there are only like seven people that I'd even bother to invite, and four of them would decline the invitation. Aaron being one of them. I saw him Tuesday, btw...he said hi. I saw him today, too. He kind of said hi. *feeling dejected* I got a lot of homework done in Art today because I forgot all the stuff I had to work on and Ryan and Monika weren't there. I'm going to go now. I still have homework left to do.
Imori
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| Wednesday, January 7th, 2004
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3:32 pm - What a presumptious little...
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Back to school today. Boy was that fun. David (Red-hair) accosted me before first period, while I was on my way to see Katie. Got my new schedule in Alpha Homeroom and got to see Aaron. He didn't see me. Got to fight past loads of people who had A) not been at school for two and a half weeks and had forgotten where they were supposed to be going and how they were supposed to be getting there and B) Have Homeroom maybe five times a year and can't figure out how to get from point A to point First Period when the bell rings. They weren't the only ones, lemme tell ya.
First period: Played Jeopardy, got some candy, lost to the other team. We also got new seats. No more Furnare!! WAAAIIII!
Second period: Blair got a new car for Christmas, a gift from Daddy Dearest! Awww! Like we all really wanted to know that, or cared. Then we had a writing assignment. Joyousness. Gave Book Thongs to Emily, Jackie, and Danielle because Emily liked them and I found one that Jackie would like and I didn't want Danielle to feel left out. I still have my two, though. I got a new one for me that has a newt on it - a newt just like me! ^_____^
Third period: Was called on twice, but don't seem to remember ever raising my hand. I never do, though, because when I do she refuses to call on me. She'd rather pick on and embarass some poor sap who doesn't know the answer and (ironically) doesn't know the answer, because she knows they don't know it. Didn't want to be there. I don't like reading out loud. Why am I the only person who can't seem to do it? Why does my mouth always fill up really quickly with spit and make me sound all thick while I'm trying to swallow before I start drooling all over everything? And why can't Rieniets just let me get to the end of the selection before throwing in her two-bits and then just stopping and waiting for me to continue without ever asking me to?
Fourth Period: Saw Aaron on the way there. Sighting #2. Got a new class! YAY! ...not really... I mean, I did get a new class, but I'm not really very happy about it. Personal Fitness. I might join the Walking Club, though. Maybe. I'm sitting next to Evan.
Fifth Period: Got some homework. Eavesdropped on pretty much everyone around me all period long and spent a lot of time laughing, either at Mr. Honsa or at Dillon because Katie Anderson said something incredibly (yet typically) stupid. I noticed that Ryan had a scab on his hand and that he was very pale and didn't look so good. He talked about how he tried to sleep in a car trunk because the seats were all occupied and he wouldn't share the front with Zach who said he was gay. He said his feet were very cold and he had no blanket, and he couldn't feel his feet for two days afterward and thought that he was going to lose them. Rocky said hello to me at lunch, and as an afterthought I nearly had a coronary. Rocky rarely speaks to me, even when I'm standing right in front of him. For the High-and-Mighty Lord of the Anime Club to condescend to speak to me was nearly unthinkable. I'm sure it must be a crime of some sort. Brett talked to me after lunch and asked if I knew anyone who wanted his Katana set. Oohh, Happy Birthday to me...I said yes, I'd take them. He'll be stopping by sometime after five this afternoon to drop them off.
Sixth period: New seats mean that I'm in front of Lindsay, behind Miles, and next to Gabe. That means that Miles and Gabie are my lab partners. Gabe won't stick with us, though. He and Kellen and Sassy and Julie always do their own thing. I forgot my planner (and the periodic table therein) so I couldn't do our classwork. Crud. Whatever.
Seventh period: Oh, this is a good one. We organized our slides today. First off, I never got a good slide sheet the last time she bought some. Everyone else got them first. Ryan didn't get any either, but he didn't need them at the time. Same with Kyle. Since I needed them, Forsythe gave me an industrial slide sheet torn in half. I don't know how to explain it except that they're not as neat and they're really long (until you tear them in half.) So we're all up by her desk, and a few of us need the slide sheets, and she opens the package and lays it down and basically says "Have at it!" Rocky was standing right next to me. Rocky got two of his slide sheets the last time around, so he was not necessarily a priority except in his own mind. Because he's a spoiled rotten little Mamma's Boy. So I grabbed up the slides. Now, how was he to know that I wasn't gonna get some for myself? I wasn't (at that exact second), but someone else needed them. And he's reaching for them like I grabbed the package for him! So I move them out of his reach and he follows and I move them around him back to where I was trying to get them...and I hand them to Ryan. If Rocky didn't speak to me before, he sure as heck isn't going to now. I don't really care, though, because that's part of the point. Rocky doesn't speak to me half of the time. Maybe sometimes he says "thanks" to me for holding the door. Ryan always thanks me - for everything - and always speaks to me, and always says hello to me if he sees me. If I'm standing in front of Ryan for more than twenty seconds, he'll have a conversation with me - NOT try to ignore me in hopes that I'll go away. So Ryan's my priority, and I'll look out for him. Rocky is not my priority. That's not to say that I won't look out for him if he needs it, but he certainly didn't need it this time. Poor Ryan was just being pushed out of the way, like I usually am. He was all confused, like I usually am. I know that I usually want some help when I'm like that, so I tried to be the help that I usually need for myself. It doesn't hurt that Ryan's one of my favorites anyway. Then Brandon came over to get his sheets and took them away from Ryan (who, fortunately, had already gotten his), but at least he had the courtesy to offer them to me afterward. I helped Ryan to assemble his sheets properly. I felt useful. Then I asked how his hand was, and he had no idea how I knew. Okay, maybe no-one else saw you messing with the scab, but those are the kinds of things I see. I make it my business to know them. Thank you, and have a good evening while I do my homework.
Imori
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| Tuesday, January 6th, 2004
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5:16 pm - Today
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My last day of Winter Break. Woke up at about noon. Had to hurry to get ready to go to lunch with Mom and her former co-workers. We ate at Panera Bread and our conversation was funny. Then Mom and I went to see "Peter Pan". It was okay. Some parts were really great, others were really bad. I think the ending is sad. Peter's a coward. He refused to grow up, even for Wendy!! Of course, that's where the movie "Hook" comes in, but that was sad, too. "I won't grow up for you, Wendy, but I'll do it for your granddaughter!" Man...growing up and getting on top is the worst, most spiteful punishment I can think of for all the little pissants who seem to think that I won't make it. When I'm pulling down six figures a year and they're eating dirt, I'd say that's really great and funny. Maybe I'll toss Blair a crumb every now and then.
I saw a lot of people that I knew at the movies today. Ashley A. was working, which in itself wasn't so surprising. I figured she'd be working today. We didn't get any refreshments, though, 'cause we'd just eaten lunch, so I didn't get to say hello. On our way out of the theater I saw a gangly redheaded girl and I swear it was Cassie W. I haven't seen her since eighth grade. I didn't say anything, though, because I wasn't entirely sure. Then as we were going to the parking lot, we saw Mrs. Etzell - my eighth grade Language Arts teacher. I waved as we drove by but she either didn't see me, didn't recognize me, or didn't care. Last time I talked to her she was pretty rude to me (I'd gone back to Haile for community service) so pessimistic little me says "She didn't care." Whatever. Then we saw Brittany R. and her boyfriend Colin C. and that gay guy from the Performance Poetry Society (the one that isn't Rzepa - Actually, I think his name is David. Not entirely sure, though.) They didn't see me because we were too far away and they weren't looking our way. Don't care anyway. I don't particularly care for Brittany or Colin, and that gay kid writes really creepy, morbid poems. They're worse than mine. And that's really saying something. Anyway, that was pretty much my day. It was interesting.
Imori
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| Monday, January 5th, 2004
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11:14 am - Almost over
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That'd be: My Christmas Break is almost over. I think today is Monday, but I'm not sure. It's either Monday or Sunday, but my alarm clock told me last night (this morning) that it was Monday. I guess that makes sense. We went to Wal-Mart with Grandma the day before yesterday, and she called it Saturday. Boy, that was an adventure. They had some roses for three dollars that I wanted to buy, but as soon as I went to look at them (while Mom was putting our stuff in the car) the garden center closed, and that bit. I was not pleased. I did get some beads, though (which were not in the garden center).
We had a very yummy turkey last night, cooked in Mom's new four-and-a-half gallon roaster. Why Grandma gets us these huge appliances, I have no idea. She knows how small our kitchen is. We had to pack away the bread-maker (*sniffle* Goodbye, Chiriko...) so we could move the coffee-maker (Don't get too comfy, Mr. Coffee) so that we could put the blasted roaster on the counter by the fridge. We made our New Year's dinner in it and realized that the thing is not only humongous, it gets hot on the outside as well as on the inside. Nice. Thanks, Grandma. (Grandma, who thinks that pressure cookers are dangerous, sent one of those to Aunt Beth in Pennsylvania. It doesn't work. What does this say about her relationship with Aunt Beth?) Anyway, the turkey was yummy (sorry, Rai).
Mom and I are going to see "Peter Pan" today. Movies.com is feuding with me, so I had to get the showtimes for the Carmike from Fandango ("I know that 'fan' means 'for the fans', but I dunno - 'dango' - what that means.") ("Dango" is Japanese for "dumpling", by the way. "Fandango" means "an Engrish dumpling for the fans.") I got up at ten today, which is the time that my alarm was originally set for. I knocked it back to nine before I went to bed, though, because I thought that it would mean that I would actually get up an hour later. And it would have, if I'd remembered to turn the alarm ON. Criminy, that's the second time I've done that. I swear I'm an idiot.
For those who could not tell: I was a bit angry on New Year's Eve about that sleepover. I still am. I really hope that none of those people see that (or this) entry (or any other, for that matter, because I usually while away the hours by bashing them in my journal) because they don't care that I feel I had a right to be angry, and they wouldn't understand that I insulted them because they insulted me. Most of them are spoiled upper-middle-class or rich kids, or at least that's how I view them. They don't think of anyone but themselves, they don't really care what anyone thinks, and if they do something stupid and someone tells them about it, they're offended because they don't get that it was stupid and they're not really listening to the person who's doing the telling. Story of my freaking life, I swear.
Anyway, moral of the story: If you're not going to invite me, don't invite me. And even if your intentions are good, don't invite me at the last minute - ever. "The Last Minute" (for me) is defined as any point in time less than a week prior to the date of the event. If things are really tight, four days. THE DAY BEFORE and THE DAY OF are considered very Last Minute. And don't ever say about an event that I missed, "Oh, so-and-so was supposed to invite you on this date." Why? Because in my prefabricated social circle, this date is still last minute, and second: DON'T FREAKING DELEGATE! If it's so important that I be there and it's your freaking event, invite me your-freaking-self! I need to stop using that word; it's getting annoying. Anywhoo, all or most of these people have my number, and if the ones that need it don't have it, they can call someone who does, email me, or IM me when I'm online. Another thing: Please don't ask me things like, "Did you know about Sean's party-thing?" or "Do you know about the party?" or "Are you coming to the party?" If I know before Last Minute, I'm coming. If I'm not on the guest list, I haven't been invited or I'm not coming, and if I'm not coming and I've been invited, then the invitation was Last Minute or I have something better to do. Or, as in the case of this last one, BOTH! "Have you been invited to this party?" and "Would you like to come to this party?" are much better questions. Maybe I should tell someone this besides my journal, which I don't really want the people I'm angry at to read.
I had a weird dream about Elves the night before last (more specifically, the last time I slept before this morning.) Arwen and Elrond and Legolas. I remember that all the Elves loved me and lived in my house and back yard, and some Elf herbalist had two gardens back there, and I was happy. And I got to sit next to Lego-chan. On a couch that we got rid of several years ago.
Mom and I have been into puzzles lately, and I learned how to crochet (kind of). We stayed up until seven Sunday morning on Saturday night, because we were going to try to stay up all day and get back on a semi-normal schedule. As opposed to staying up until five and sleeping until two. Anyway, the crochet-ing is doing okay and we finished one puzzle and started a new one, and I think that puzzles are very good for the mind and we should do them more often and give some to poor, smothered little Austin. Then again, he couldn't really manage the little house of holes that we gave him, so I think puzzles are a bit beyond him and through no fault of his own. Okay, I go to finish writing about a dream I had. Maybe crochet. Or read. Or both, but not at once.
Imori
current mood:  cynical
current music: "Imaginary" - Evanescence
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| Thursday, January 1st, 2004
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1:02 am - Happy New Year, Crappy Old Year, Stupid GoodYear
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That's just about how things are. Noted events? The phone barely stopped ringing today (today being the 31st of December, since technically it is "tomorrow"), and I removed Diana's collar about an hour ago. I want to see the movies "Donnie Darko" and "Requiem for a Dream", and I think for Christmas I'll be getting everyone Best Buy gift cards (with noted exceptions, particularly for those who do not deserve any gifts - they will not be getting any.) Matt was the only person that called for me today, but I don't blame anyone else for not calling me because I didn't call them, either. No, the reason it was notable that Matt called was because he called me at 6 PM to invite me to Corinne's sleepover, which was tonight. I told him I had homework, which is true. I still haven't done it. (And Ryan says that I have good work ethics? Pssha.) I'm sorry, but I can think of better ways to ring in the new year than with a bunch of worthless, empty-headed, self-centered morons who can barely wipe their own asses. Am I angry? Yeah, just a little. I'm glad that Matt thought of me, anyway.
Btw, I rung in the new year playing "The Haunted Mansion" on PS2 and trying to move my foot because it was falling asleep, because Diana was lying on it.
Oh, and I had to have Mom put her collar back on her right away. She freaked out when I removed it, like I was peeling off her skin or something.
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| Sunday, December 28th, 2003
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2:28 pm - Additional
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Grandma also got me a porcelain "Lady Margaret" doll as well. That was my favorite from her, and the doll is very pretty.
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1:31 pm - And now we reach the dregs. Please save them for good reading later.
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So I guess that means that Christmas is like a cup of tea. I'll start back on Christmas Eve, since I need to. I left out a detail that didn't seem important, but ended up being my best Christmas present. Before we left for Aunt Sue and Uncle Doug's house on Wednesday afternoon, the phone rang. Dad got it, since I hate the phone. Then he asked Mom if she could leave her cell phone on, "in case he needs directions." I was in my room, and I guess they thought I didn't hear them, but I was confused and a little angry. He? He who? Who he? "He's just north of Hillsborough right now." Okay, good for him. What's he doing there, and why do we need to give him directions? Who is "he"? Mom said that Tony was coming down and would I please get her one of those throws from my closet, since this was the first she'd heard about it and she'd need to give him a present. Since "just north of Hillsborough" isn't really all that far away (relatively speaking) and Tony is part of my Dad's side of the family (he's my third cousin.. I didn't even know he existed until I wanted to go to one of Matt's parties last school year) I asked, logically, if he was going to go to Aunt Sue's. Mom said, "What makes you think that Doug and Sue would think of Tony?" Nothing, that's why I asked. It was 5:30, I knew we'd be there until at least 8, and by my calculations Tony was only about an hour, maybe two, away. Let's not forget that Tony lives in Hillsborough and doesn't have a car, so what he was doing north of Hillsborough, how he got there, and how he was getting here were very interesting ponderings.
Tony didn't show up at our get-together, needless to say. On our way home I asked Dad where he was staying. Four times. See, earlier Mom mentioned that he'd probably be staying with Granny (turns out this was just a shortening of "Grandma", and as you know, Granny and Grandma are two totally different people.) I was just wondering a couple of things. Even assuming that Tony doesn't know how to get to Granny and Racal's, which I'm pretty sure he does, why would he be asking us for directions, when Granny has her own phone? Tony doesn't surprise people, so that's out. Or if he does, he gives you some time to recover from the shock before actually showing up on your doorstep. (ie, he'll call out of the blue, but he does announce visits ahead of time. Or at least he did when he came to see us.) Anywhoo, Dad ignored my question. Four or five times. So that made me mad, and even more suspicious. See, if we're sending him to Granny's, there's not gonna be anyone home when he gets there 'cause it's freaking ten o' clock and he'd already be there by now. Then Dad mumbled something about Tony saying something about some friend on the beach. Yeah, hell, that's a damn lie right there. Sorry, not meaning to be cruel or anything, but Tony doesn't have any friends on the beach because I don't think Tony has any friends, and if he does they're not in this area. All he has is family down here, and half our family is too rich to want anything to do with the rest of it. (Por ejemplo, Uncle Duane didn't come to our family get-together because he was entertaining rich friends in Sarasota and considered that to be more important.) Furthermore, I doubt that we'd know any of Tony's friends, and I know we don't know anyone who lives on the beach, so what are we doing giving him directions to somewhere where we don't know how to get to?
Since Tony wasn't waiting on our doorstep when we got home and I was already steamed, confused, and glad of his absence, I kind of just dropped the matter. 'Til later, anyway.
My Christmas presents from my parents were as follows: Mom couldn't find our stockings, so she used tiny gift bags and in mine was a new watch, three sticks of eyeliner, and...what else? Oh, a Harry Potter postcard book and two giftcards (FYE and Barnes & Noble) for $25 each. The watch came with a bracelet, and they actually fit! The last watch I got, I picked out for myself and had to shove it halfway up my forearm to get it to stop flopping all over the place. The watch and bracelet are really pretty, too, and the eyeliner is just great. Goes on smooth, stays on, and doesn't make me look like a raccoon when I wash it off. What else did I get? Oh, I got a new jewelry box (It's gorgeous!), three picture frames, an alarm clock, "Freaky Friday" and "Seabiscuit" on DVD ("Seabiscuit" came with a book, too. ^___^) I also got a Playstation 2 (WOW!) and three games for it: "DDRMax 2", "The Two Towers", and "The Haunted Mansion". (Mom thought she was getting me "Fatal Frame". I am still trying to figure out how she got them confused, since she detested "The Haunted Mansion". Oh well. I think THM is more my speed, anyway. "Fatal Frame" would scare me pantsless.) Hmmm...que mas? Oh, my red throw. I finally allowed myself to get that out, since I said it was going to be a Christmas present. Dad got me a really pretty horse calendar. OH! And that funny-shaped package that I was wondering about? Designer perfume samples. They're really nice. Mom got me a bath kit, too, aaaand...hmm...Oh, a really pretty black sweater. And I got a "Lord of the Rings" Helm's Deep action-figure set that has Aragorn, King Theoden, Gimli, Legolas (a brunette, but otherwise the best action figure I've ever seen of him) and Haldir in it. Haldir's exclusive. I got a Luke Skywalker action figure, too, and it really looks like Mark Hamill. ^________^
I wore my red shirt that I've never worn before (really descriptive...) and the skirt that Charis gave me. Mom said I was really dressed up. I dunno, I guess. I didn't think so. Most girls wear outfits like that to school, so I didn't see the big deal. I tried out my new eyeliner, too. That's how I know how well it works. I noticed that there were still presents behind the tree, and they were for Steve. Okay, so we forgot to mail them. There were six places set at the table; I assumed that either of my cousins Donna or Tony was going to be there, and I admit that I was hoping (with those choices) that it was Donna.
Pap and Grandma arrived, and as I was letting the dogs on to the lani I saw my cousin Steve. I was very surprised. I was very happy, too. Steve is one of my most favoritest cousins! ^__^ That was my best present, I think.
Okay...um...wrapping this up...Aunt Beth (Mom's sister, Steve's mom) sent me a Barnes & Noble gift card for $20 (it's a Harry Potter card! ^__^) Aunt Beth is my favorite aunt, btw. Grandma gave me glow-in-the-dark wind chimes, a keychain and....um...um...Ohyeah, a Simon Mall Visa. She gave Mom a roaster that we can't really put anywhere because it's so blasted big.
Last night we went back up to my grandparents' house to see Donna. She gave me a necklace and Mom an opal bracelet and we had a nice visit and ate nasty spaghetti. Okay, I'm hungry now. g2g. Besides, Dad is messing with my PS2 and I'm afraid for both of their safety's. (The PS2 is like the new God of the house, I'm thinking...) PHONE!
current mood:  distressed
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| Wednesday, December 24th, 2003
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9:56 pm - Minna e Merri Kurisumasu (Iivu)
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Did I say that Wal-Mart was a soul-eating super-conglomerate? No? Well, I should have. But it's nothing compared to malls. Malls are just evil. I went to the mall today. Actually, it was worse than that. I went to the mall today with Dad and Racal, just as I said I would. Boy, that was a "Joy to the World". They stood around looking at jewelry before I finally told Dad what to buy for Mom and their number was called so he could buy it, and then Racal decided to waste the saleslady's time by asking her a bunch of questions and then not buying anything. Actually, I was gone most of the time. I went to go look for a fluffy bathrobe for Mom, and some salt and pepper shakers that she wanted that would go with her new kitchen decor. They were sold out of them, but I found the bathrobes upstairs in Dillard's. W007. WAH!!! OPEN DOOR! OPEN DOOR! *runs around in circles trying to chase Diana out before slamming the door* Mom can't see the unwrapped clothing box!
Anyway, I went back to Sears from Dillard's, and then we drove around to the Dillard's entrance so I could pick up the bathrobe and so that Racal could get something for Granny Susie. We found a nice bathrobe for Mom, but Racal just couldn't make up his mind and nothing that I tried to show him would do. So after about an hour and a half of this B.S., we finally decide what he's to purchase. So he purchases it. And then we have to decide whether or not he wants a giftbox. Five minutes later it came down to Dad pulling him into an elevator while I took his receipt and told him that I'd wrap the blasted things and bring them to him at Uncle Doug's. So I went to customer service with the paper for the giftboxes. I asked one lady there if she was in line, because she was on a bench off to the side and she had a receipt so I couldn't tell. She said no, they were wrapping a package for her. Then it was my turn and when the guy gave me the boxes I said "Thank you, sir", and on my way out the lady said "Your mother taught you right." I said "Thank you" and smiled a big smile, and we wished each other a merry Christmas. Then I got to hunt for Dad and Racal downstairs, and eventually found them (or was found by Dad) and we left, and I got to put Mom's robe in a box while in a tiny, itty bitty moving vehicle. What fun it is to ride and think you're gonna die to-night. Oh!
I got to meet Granny and Racal's new Welsh Terrier. Her name is Cody. She's hyper. She's only three or four months old. Then we went home and I wrapped Granny's stuff for Racal, and then we went to Aunt Sue and Uncle Doug's house. We were the first ones there (for the first time). Ryan (cousin, not Rai), Shannon, and Austin were there, along with Todd and Justin (Ryan, Todd, and Justin are Sue and Doug's kids, in order from oldest to youngest. Austin is my second cousin - Ryan and Shannon's son). Todd's lost about forty pounds. He looks good. Granny and Racal were there, of course, along with my cousin Charis and her husband Scott and their kids Blaine, Eli, and Seth (again, in order from the oldest). Uncle David and Aunt Elsona were also there. I held cousin Austin for the very first time ever, in his whole two years of life. Then he wouldn't let me stop holding him. He really liked the block set we got him, and Seth liked his lego firetruck, and Eli liked his toolkit. He liked the "Real Flip Action" Obi-Wan that we got for Blaine better, though. I picked out Blaine's presents. I was kind of nervous, not sure if he still liked Star Wars. But I got him the Flip-Action Obi-Wan Kenobi and a spiffy Obi-Wan action figure, and he really really liked the action figure. Of course, his younger brother commandeered his other toy. They both asked me if I would please get them out of the packages. ^__^ I felt so awesome!! Uncle Doug and Aunt Sue gave me a card and $40, and Granny and Racal gave me $20. Charis and Scott gave me a really cute black knee-length skirt. I've never worn skirts, but I guess I'm going to start. That's the first time anyone's ever really given me one, besides my parents. The boys gave me an extra bow. How sweet!! Okay, I'm starting to gush and I still have to wrap that robe.
Imori
PS - I'm on a caffeine rush, in case no one can tell...um...btw...Mom's Santa, and that makes me an Elf. I'M AN ELF!! HAHA!
PPS - We looked at lights on Riverview Blvd...all I can say is: "Wow". Really. Excellent lights. GINORMOUS houses. I'm a-gonna be a DOCTOR when I grows up (wit mai hi-skoo ejumukashun.)
current mood:  touched
current music: "Minna e Merri Kurismasu" - It's a Sailor Moon thing...
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10:59 am - Welcome to Wal-Mart. Please leave your mortal soul in the drop box conveniently located by the...
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...entrance. Thank you.
Mom and I went to do some really, really last minute shopping last night. Like, setting out at nine o' clock last minute. We went to the Sports Authority to find some rollerblades for Dad. He said he'd skate with me if he had some. Then we went to Sears for picture frames, since that's what the family's getting for Christmas. That was nothing compared to the last minute shopping that Dad and I are doing today. We have to take Racal (his father) out to get something for Granny Susie (dad's mom). While we're out, we still have something to pick up for Mom. ^^; That's through no fault of my own. We went to Brandon on Monday and while Mom was in Sears got most of our Mom-shopping done. We got her Chloe perfume, a CD (Sonicflood), and a digital camera. We had to go to the Ritz camera store for it. Why? Ooh, that's a story.
Okay, so we went to Radio Shack because I figured they'd have something. Right away, Dad spots this really nifty (and really expensive) keyboard and starts screwing around with it like a little kid in a toystore. Okay, fine, I'll go look for cameras. Or help. I couldn't find cameras, and every time I'd go to talk to the zitty little plebe who did all the muck jobs (like helping customers) he'd start talking to this old guy who apparently needed help with everything. Christmas. It's the most wonderful time of the year. So I went to the counter to ask for some help there, since there was this guy there who was just finishing taping a package shut and he looked like he could use something to think about. As soon as I got up to the counter and started to say "excuse me", he glanced up, saw that I was under 35 years of age, and walked off. So I went over to Dad, dragged him off the keyboard, and left. I'm sorry, but Dad is not the person they need to sell to. They could paint a cardboard box silver, tell him it was a really high-tech generator, and he'd buy it. Dad just had the credit card. Jessi was the one they needed to impress, and they didn't do a very good job of it. So if they think my business isn't important, they won't get it. I'll go spend two hundred dollars elsewhere. Even at Ritz, though, when we approached the desk so I could ask about cameras the guy glanced at me and then looked right over my head and said, "Is there something I can help you with, sir?" I didn't give Dad a chance to say anything, because he's more clueless than I am when it comes to cameras. I just told the guy what we were looking for, allowed him to look mildly surprised, and then allowed him to give his spiel. Somehow he still managed to think that it was Dad he needed to impress. No. Sorry. Like I said, you can sell him anything if you add enough bells and whistles to it. Though silver paint doesn't whistle all that loudly. Then we went to Burdine's looking for fluffy bath robes because Mom wanted one, and a lady that looked suspiciously like Dr. Novello told us they were out and how she was tired of sending people elsewhere, and then she kind of half-chatted with a co-worker and half-talked to us, until we got fed up with it and left. Burdine's smells bad anyway. It gives me a headache. But we did get most of the stuff that I wanted to get for Mom, and we'll probably be able to get some more of it today. That's good. That pleases me. A mi me gusta mucho.
Oh, Grandma (Mom's mom) called the other day and told me that I was hard to buy for and asked me what I want. I almost said, "Anythings better than a bath towel, Grandma." Yeah. Last year (or maybe 'twas the year before?) she gave me a blue bathtowel. A really big one. Um...I'm a bit easier to buy for than that. I mean, criminy, Matt got me a great gift and he's only known me for about a year and a quarter. Grandma's known me since...well, she's known of my existence for as long as it has been forced upon her. I can't say she really knows me at all. Not if she buys me a bath towel. She was probably looking for gifts under $10, since the only person she's really willing to spend money on is herself. I told her that she didn't have to get me anything, but she kept on, so I said "Well, I'm always looking for a good book. How about 'Howl's Floating Castle'?" Come ON! I really AM always looking for a good book, and I can always use art supplies and I will just love almost anything cute and fluffy! *sigh* Okay, since the topic of "family" seems to annoy me...
I scoped out my packages the other day (after having a weird dream about falling off the Skyway) and I found some that have really interesting shapes. One in particular. But I don't think I'll be opening any today like I usually do, considering the fact that I opened all the gifts from my friends as soon as I got them. (Did I mention that Katie got me Mars volumes 6 and 7? I don't think I did. That was great!! I love Mars! And she remembered where I left off, too!! Wow. Not even my mother can do that. Yous da best, Katie!!)
Ah, time to go. Must go spend some more money. Mum deserves it. And if I don't go, Dad'll mess it up. He's not a very savvy shopper, savvy? It looks like rain. That'll be nice. There's supposed to be a front moving through. And Katie, I was right about wanting to talk to Ryan over the break. He's joined Beasley's ranks, though, and he's never online anymore. I think he got rid of the internet. Tha's okay. But Katie's not online when I am, either. Tha's not okay. And I haven't started my homework yet. Tha's not okay, either. *sigh* Ohhhh well. NAH! Crap! I was supposed to do a painting for Dad a week ago! ... I'm a freaking moron.
current mood: stressed
current music: "Silver Bells"
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| Saturday, December 20th, 2003
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11:51 am - WTF?!
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I've been trying to wake my mother up since like 10:45. Or maybe it was 10. It's noon, and she's been effectively brushing me off every time I go to wake her up. "Mom, wake up." *open eyes* "I'm getting up. *snore*" And that father of mine, oh. THEY PISS ME OFF! He could be doing Mom's Christmas Shopping! We haven't gotten her ANYTHING! But no, every time I ask, he's broke. I don't know how he goes through his cash so fast, even with the plucking cigarettes! He got up before I did, and now he's back asleep! I'm tired of this! I have had to be the first one awake for the past two weeks, have had to put up with Mom going back to sleep and Dad also getting to sleep all he wants. IT'S FREAKING NOON! I WANT TO SPEND TIME WITH MY PARENTS! I'M SICK OF BEING ALL ALONE ALL THE TIME! Noelle invited me to go caroling with her tonight, but I didn't want to because I don't want to see the people that will be there, because they don't want to see me any other day of the year. I told her that my grandparents were coming over for dinner tonight. Maybe they are. I don't know. I don't care. I'm just angry. I want to break something, but I have nothing to break. I'll get in trouble, like I'll get in trouble if I tell Mom that I'm upset with her and why. I wonder if Katie is going to call me about going to that movie.
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10:59 am - PS
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I forgot to mention that Matt gave me a big Care Bears "cuddle pillow". Wish Bear. (Yes, Katie, I found the name.) Alright!! I love Care Bears. They're the greatest.
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10:16 am - Bond Girls Need Better Names
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I mean, come on, "Pussy Galore"? That's just disgusting. Thank you, Charlie, for bringing it to my attention last year.
I came home last night and "Goldfinger" was on, if you want to know. Probably didn't. As if I care. I went to my very first soccer game last night with the Cliftons. ^__^ We won!! Lakewood won!!! Huzzah! Katie and I are going to see "Return of the King" today, since we couldn't have yesterday. We couldn't make it to a 12:30 showing because Mrs. Clifton had been busy running errands (we had half days on Thursday and Friday - traffic was nuts. More so than usual.) and couldn't come get us until about that time. A bit earlier. Since Katie had to be at the game at 5 to warm up and the movie is three hours and thirty minutes long and there are fifteen minutes of previews and the next showing was at 2:45, we hadst us a problem. So I went to the soccer game with them instead and Matt and I made fun of Erika because she's a pushy jerk and Katie and I don't like her. I've not liked her since sixth grade. She took the ball from Katie, and they're on the same freaking team. That was just disgusting.
The rest of yesterday was pretty cool as well. In the morning, Katie gave me a gift and I gave one to her. Ashley gave me a little panda bear, and she left the price tag on. That's okay. Her gift was $2.99, btw. The one I gave her on Thursday cost 99 cents. W007. There was an essay as part of my English exam. The prompt said something like, "...and write on the topic down there...We have read about many tragic flaws in our stories. Write on yours and how you can fix it before it causes you problems like the characters in our stories." I did the essay last, after I rushed through the multiple choice. I wrote that I was arrogant and prideful, but that "my (most) tragic flaw is certainly my resentfulness". It'll disturb Blair. I told my parents about it, and they laughed. Good. They won't be disturbed if she calls them. Dr. Clark was nice, but I don't want to go back to visit her again. I thought that it was a 6, or at least a 5. Maybe I'm just used to all the easy sixes I've been getting in Art. Anywhoo, we also had an essay question: "In one or two paragraphs, write about one thing you enjoyed this semester, one thing you found challenging, and one thing you liked the least. Include an explanation for each or it will be marked off." Okay, fine. Anyone want to read an approximation of my answer? Good.
"There were three things that I enjoyed this semester, one thing that I found challenging, and many things that I disliked. ...(transition sentence)... It was great meeting up with old friends in this class (that'll get her. She changes our seats just so we can't sit by our friends, but she sure as heck can't change our class period. HAHA!) and making new ones (let's twist the knife, Newt...heehee...*wrench*). Another thing that I found enjoyable were all of our tests and quizzes. I found them fun and entertaining, and an easy way to keep my grade up in this class. (She'll just LOVE that. I hope she doesn't assign more homework instead, though.)
Speaking of keeping my grades up, that has been very challenging for me this semester. Somewhere between doing homework, doing homework, going to school, and superfluous things like eating, sleeping, being a 'normal' teen, and spending time with my family, I've discovered that there just aren't enough hours in the day. That has also been one of the things I've disliked about this semester: The amount of homework that I receive, mostly from this class. I understand that we need to do homework in order to provide us with scores. I do not, however, understand why we should do so much more of it than the other english II honors classes do. Aren't your curriculums supposed to match, more or less? Shouldn't we be doing the same thing as the other classes, in order to provide an equal education for all of the english II honors students?"
Remember, folks, that that's just an approximation. The mulitple choice was easy, so if I got marked off at all it was because she didn't like my essay or my answer to her essay question. And if that's the case, that's just more fuel for my fire, right? ^__^ Yes, I'm the evil spawn of the devil. Glad you've figured it out.
Anywhoo, next we had brunch. 45 minutes long. I sat in the computer lab and was like, "ugh". I was stressed because I didn't have any of my work with me except for my gesso and my oil painting, since it was my exam. Forsythe didn't have slides of my work, since someone had to go get them. I would have, but my lack of my license and a car kind of hindered that. It was the same with Ryan. He says he's tired of people having to drive him places, and usually he can't get a ride. I told him that if he still needs a chauffer when I get my license, I'd be happy to drive him anywhere he wants, since I have a severe lack of destinations. He said that he had lots of places to go. Then he got on the internet and mentioned wanting to go to some skate park in Tampa since they changed it, but "it's in Tampa." Yeah, so? I've been to Anime Nation like five times. It's in Tampa. And it's a helluva lot less interesting than a skate park. Kyle will take you, won't you, Kyle? "Kyle, want to go to a skate park in Tampa?" "Sure." "Okay." I gave Ryan his Christmas Card, too. Kyle made a pouty face, so I gave him a hug and wished him Merry Christmas. I don't know why I didn't give him a card, too. Ryan said he was sorry, he didn't have a Christmas Card for me. Then he said he didn't have one for anyone. I wasn't particularly upset. I didn't expect one. I would have liked to have found something nice for him, but I didn't. Mom would have told me that it was tacky, anyway.
Ryan and I got into an arguement about teachers. So now I owe him an apology. Once again he shut me up by seeing things from an angle that I didn't. I said that my dad worked on refridgeration, and it was probably a more difficult job than teaching. As it was, I was thinking of the two teachers I'd had that day, Blair and Forsythe. Neither of them actually teach anything. In English it's more like, "Do Homework" and in Art it's more like, "Make Artwork." But Ryan was thinking about his mom, who teaches special ed. kids. He was sad. He said that it was a hopeless cause and to do that year after year had to be the hardest thing in the world. And now I agree. Because now I am not just thinking of myself.
Monika gave me a plushy dog. Brett sent a bag of stuff (Magic Knight Rayearth manga 2 and 3, Heroic Legend of Arslan, Bubblegum Crisis, wall hangings, 2 Hello Kitty Rubics cubes, one of which I gave to Jacky because they were the same) to me with Trang. I need to mail Artair's sake set and give Brett his giftcard.
Thursday was
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