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Be amazed [13 May 2004|08:57pm]
[ mood | happy ]
[ music | "Relax" -The Eurythmics ]

Just to let you know, I have a Live Journal now. If you want the name, tell me. I'm assuming noone is really paying that much attention to it because it's been almost a month whenever I last updated and I'm not getting any irate comments or whatever. Hahaha. I doubt I would. What I may do is copy all the entries and put them on my LJ, but idk if I have the patience to do that a million times. Is there an easier way? Hell if I know.

Isn't it strange how we all kinda got tired of our journals all at the same time? I find it funny. Ha.

So there you have it... officially the last blurty entry. I never liked it anyway. So there. :-P

2 know that they'd feel me somehow And I'd give up forever to touch you...

Read it and weep [13 Apr 2004|03:36pm]
[ mood | awake ]
[ music | "Shining Star" -The Manhattans ]

Let's see.. this is the cum update (short for cumulative, silly) for this past weekend/week.

Thursday
We got out at about 12 for Easter. I managed to turn in my paper at the last possible second, though I'm sure she didn't get it. And I forgot her email address. Chelsea gave it to me and I wrote an email and got busy at work and my mom deleted it. I was not happy. I can remember it... just I'm not sure of the placement of the 1st two letters. Gosh. Anyway... that didn't happen on Thursday. That happened yesterday. I'm getting ahead of myself. Ok... what happened Thursday. We went to puppet practice... we're performing for the crawfish boil next Sunday. I was excited because my sister and I are doing this awesome musical number. It's to the tune of "Bohemian Rhapsody," but it's about working in the nursery and asking the preacher to "let them go." It's great. We get to work this two person puppet that's named Elmer. It's SOOO heavy... my arms and hand ached sooo badly. Thought I was going to die... because for one thing "Bohemian Rhapsody" isn't a brief song. Oh no. It's like 10 minutes. Anyway. So we were done at about 8. We went home and packed the 5th wheel for the Baton Rouge experience. Apparently, at about 9... one of our church janitors' son, Joe Junior, killed himself at our church. My dad thinks it was because Joe, his dad, called the cops because he had killed 2 people on Wednesday afternoon. So it was a big mess and our church made the front page of the paper 3 days in a row. We drove to Baton Rouge... it was nice because my grandmother opted to stay home from this excurision and consequently we had more room in the truck. We weren't squished like sardines. I got to sleep on the couch this time, instead of all the way up on the top bunk on our triple bunk. It's soo high. If I roll over, my hip can touch the ceiling. I always hit the little light that is there. There was supposed to be a dinette table etc. there, but we took it out because we're cool like that. We went to sleep. That was it.

Friday
I woke up several times during the night because my sister wanted me to "howld" her. So we snuggled. (Cue the "awwwww" sound effect.) She woke up at like 7:00, though, so I sent her into Mom's room. It's her child, not mine. We ate chocolate chip/peanut butter/raspberry pancakes. We went to Hancock's in Denham Springs to look for some lavender shantung fabric for my sister's graduation dress. There was some in Lafayette, but it wasn't enough to make the dress. A bolt is all we could order and that's too much. No one in Lafayette carries that specific kind. We must have drove to 3 different places all with the same reply... "we don't carry it." So anyway. My brother was being a brat. As usual. He fussed because we weren't getting anything for him and "it was boring." That made my mom mad, naturally. We ate at Jack in the Box for lunch. We went back to the camper and took a 2 hour nap. Then we got up and went swimming with Danielle. That was fun. She was soo... interesting. She's afraid of getting the water in her eyes, but she wanted to go under the waterfall they had. She also wanted to go into the deep end... and my mom got all scared. "There's no reason that that child should be in the deep end." Even though she was in one of those little walker things for the water. Anyway. We went back to the camper and bathed because the chlorine was extremely high and it made us itch. Tres yuck. Then we ate at Joe's Crab Shack. Always a delight. Then we watched "Home on the Range," the latest Disney movie. It was cute. We drove back to the camper and upon getting out of the truck, I gasped because I had inadvertently left my purse in the movie theatre. So Dad kindly drove me back. Go Dad. And I found my purse... nothing taken. Two missed calls, however. One was my mom. If you were the other person, I'm assuming it wasn't important because no one has called me in over 3 days. I don't have caller id. I only know my mom called because she told me she did. To see if someone had it and they would be silly enough to answer my cell phone. Sometimes my mom is cute like that.

Saturday
We got up and packed up the camper. We went to the Mall of Louisiana. More arguments ensued. That's what I hate about "family quality time:" I have to be with my actual family. All they wanted me to do was drive Danielle around in her stroller, looking for bathrooms. I have never been so aggravated in all my life, I don't think. Sometimes I feel like the live-in sitter. Which is one of the reasons why I want to leave the house. It's a lot of stress. So whenever we left the mall, Christine and mom were arguing over a CD that Mom didn't buy her and Danielle was crying because she didn't want to get in the truck. My dad was trying to avoid the whole situation by putting the bags in the camper. Stephen was being his usual "Ha! I got stuff and you didn't!" type self.

Sunday
We got up, and dragged ourselves downstairs to see what the Easter Bunny brought us. I got ready for church. We went to church and we were actually EARLY for once. We were about 30 minutes early, actually. Wow. Be amazed. Then whenever we got out we entertained Jon and DeWanna, my cousins. He has a 1967 red Mustang... I wanted to die. I watched Lion King I and a Half, Brother Bear.. all those Disney flicks. My aunt would be so proud.

Last Night
Went to work, ate food, went to Chorale. I came home to be interrogated by my mom as to which route I take going to and from Chorale. She's all concerned for my well being bc of all the shootings going on. Go figure. I was absolutely delirous last night... all I remember is translating stuff into Italian for Brittany and Alida. And arguing about how "possibly someone killing themselves" when they really did didn't make any sense to me. And let us not forget about how I wanted Brittany to die because she made a friking 99 on her Alg. II test the 1st time and I made a 76 taking it twice. Yea. That made her profile. Then I read my Jack the Ripper book. Poor psychopath. It's forever long and because I haven't finished it, I don't feel the need to work on my English paper. Poor Jack. Oh well.

This has been an "oeuvre d'maitre" Enjoy it while you can. I'm extremely out of it.

End transmission

And I'd give up forever to touch you...

Fox pause. (Or faux pas... depending on where you're from) [07 Apr 2004|04:34pm]
[ mood | stressed ]
[ music | Justice League theme song ]

Oh geez... if I have learned anything today... I have learned this:

1) NEVER EVER under any circumstances drink a beverage known as Everclear.

and

2) NEVER EVER have sex.

Props to my "teachers" for that. You've enriched my life. Thank you.

Today was Foreign Language Festival. Yea. Also known as the day from Hell. We get there... Senora says my name wrong at least 3 times. No big deal. She even said "Gronger" at one time. In case you didn't already know, that's Carey and Kate's nickname for me. Because I'm cool like dat, yea? Oh well. It's alright. So we go to our classes and I'm bored to tears. I doodled all over the back of my copy of my text. It was marvelous. Stupendous, even. Yea... I drew strange stuff. A head shot of a baby with huge glasses on... kinda like a baby Einstein side profile. An abstract scribble. And a purse with a little lake and cattails on it. I'm strange. I said my piece rather well... a HELL of a lot better than last night. But I managed to eek out an excellent. Dr. Cowan said it was twice better than last night. I had no where to go but up, though. If my dad, who speaks no French, tells me that I need to practice because it sucks... then yea. So anyway. I found out that my shoes were of two- count 'em- TWO different sizes. One was a 10 and one was a 9. And because of the style of the shoe, my right foot was in mucho peine. It was sitting on my arch wrong. Then we get to the Union to find the line is as long as a football field. So we went on the required tour of LSUE. Yea... so far my choices for college are as follows: UL, USL orLouisiana State University of Lafayette. We get back and the line is about 1/4 of what it was. So my sister and I stand in the line and wait to get our food. AN HOUR LATER, it's time to go and we're barely in the door of the cafeteria. So we get our lunch FINALLY and miss CPHS's little Spanish performance. I heard it was theatrical genius. We get there just in time for the awards. I counted about 17 Excellents. We had 70 people go, I think... so that's 17/70... or... 24% made Excellents and 76% made Superiors. I couldn't go in because I hadn't finished my Icee... and they don't allow food in the auditorium. Then we went home. And I was glad.

We went to church and I actually was early this time! I even sat with the youth, by Sierra, a cool little Senior whom I befriended. We took the Lord's Supper this evening. This has been like the 3rd time I've done it since I've moved here 4 years ago. That's because this church for some reason does their communion on Wednesday nights instead of Sunday mornings. I tried to explain this to Alida... and I'm not sure if my point got across... so I will attempt to explain it here. So skip this paragraph if you could care less. Ok. On Sunday mornings, we get up early and usually we go to "Sunday School," where we meet as a high school and talk to people and have like a little prelude into our actual class. Then we break up by grade and gender (ie: Junior Girls, Sophomore Boys) and we have a little lesson in which we learn cool stuff that we can apply to our lives. Then we go to "Big Church" or the corporal worship. That's where we all get together and sing and listen to the sermon and stuff. Then we go home. We come back on Sunday nights for "Discipleship Training," which is a class that you pick according to your needs. Like for instance: I picked a class called "Roaring Lambs," which talked about being a loud Christian in all worldly situations, not just at church. You can take classes on like leadership, prayer... just about anything. Then we eat supper and go to an elective class where you can be in the praise band, drama, service or teach creative movement. So that's Sunday Night. On Wednesday, the Senior High meets for "Refill." That's a student worship service where we sing and listen to a message. But we're separate from the adults. But only on Wednesday just because we want to. I think Alida got confused because I've said in the past that in my church, once you've formally accepted Christ and have recieved Baptism... you're an adult in the church. You can recieve communion... the whole 9 yards. So she thought that we had different services for everything.. thus defeating the purpose of being "an adult." Anyway. Thus ends the confusing part.

So we took my shoes back just now. I also got my appt. for M.A.C. to do my makeup at 5:15 for Prom. Everyone in Lafayette's getting it done on that day. And all from like about 11 to about 3. Must be for Acadiana High. Fun. So we'll see. Oops! I forgot to ask if it costs anything. I don't guess it does, does it? I didn't want to be all ghettofied and ask if I needed to bring some of my own makeup or if it cost anything. I'm in Lafayette now, I'm supposed to be all worldly and such.

When we got into the van, my mom remembered that I skipped Chorale practice this past Monday. Then she got into the whole honesty bit. She asked me how many people have smoked marajuana in my presence. I'm not sure even how to spell it. She doesn't let me go anywhere... so where would I even see it? I don't know what it smells like, tastes like, looks like. I don't know why she asked me that. She said that I looked guilty whenever I talk about it... you know, with the whole Ginny thing.

Tomorrow the rough draft is due for History. Great fun. Too bad that I only have about 1 and a half pages finished of it out of about 6. I have a Chemistry test that I failed to bring the information home on... and I have 2 math problems to do all before tomorrow. I'm one of the best (worst?) procrastinatiors at ASH.

Ok... see you later.

2 know that they'd feel me somehow And I'd give up forever to touch you...

Hello Darkness, my old friend... [02 Apr 2004|09:37pm]
[ mood | tired ]
[ music | "Regina Chaeli" -Muscagne ]

Turns out it's been 6 glorious days since I updated. I know Alida, who clicks on my actual journal instead of going to her friends page, must be getting weary of clicking on then off my vacant entry page.

Monday we got off of school for Conge. I got to go to UL and meet Dr. Alcetore, the head of the Biology department. While outside the room, I noticed that she sounded a lot like Mrs. Kirgan. It was strange. Once in the room, the resemblances ended. Yea, she immediately asked me what I planned on majoring in. I'm such a bad interviewee. I was like "Erm... biology?" Yea. Not cool. She talked about how great UL is. Which my mom ate right up. So basically, I'd better enjoy senior year because the 12 years following that... means NO MORE FUN. I have to become even more boring than I already am. Which you may think isn't possible, but trust me, it is. My sister caught an awful virus, which screwed with her blood sugar. My mom was all freaked out. I went to Chorale, went home and went to bed, I think... I can't remember.

Tuesday, my sister went to the hospital. She was so dehydrated that she couldn't talk. So I call my mom's cell and she doesn't answer. I wanted to go to Coffee with Jim directly after getting off the bus, since my sister stayed at home again. So I call my dad and he says it's alright to go, but to get Stephen at 4:15. So I go to church.. and I'm the only youth there. Sadness. Justin was being sooo sweet. He fixed me a Bayou-sippy and a caramel apple. The apple was all cut into pieces and fanned out over the plate with caramel sundae syrup over it and whipped cream. It was all professional looking. He said he used to be a waiter, so he liked presenting stuff to people. He's so nice now. He used to be kinda bitter and egotistical. Everything you could do, he could do like 30 times better. Anyway... so 4:15 rolls around... and I didn't get Stephen. I was involved in a conversation and I didn't want to leave it... so around 5:00, I decide I had better go get him, the little runt. So I go out there and my dad gets into the turning lane behind me. I'm thinking, "Oh, no... here it comes," figuring that he was going to scream and cuss, etc. Which I really don't like. But he didn't, he just turned back around and went back to the store. When I got there, I was really scared. But he quite calmly told me to never do that again, blah di blah. And then I stopped at Sonic to get some food, went to the UPS store and drove my family home. Yay. Dad stayed at the hospital with Mom and got her stuff because Christine wouldn't let her leave. That child... ::sigh::

Wednesday, Christine was released from the hospital. Everyone was all keyed up because it was the day before ring ceremony. I didn't find it all that exciting. It's sitting on my finger now... and I don't really feel any different, I promise you. I went to church.. where we learned about sibling relationships. Cain and Abel, the whole 9 yards. When we got out of church, my dad stopped at Albertsons' to get some ice cream, because my mom likes ice cream and she was in the ICU with my sister the whole week. Well, we get there and we go to the ice cream and we look for some of the cheaper stuff. Well, one is 2 for 5.00. So I get Thin Mint-- yes, the Girl Scout cookie kind--. So we can get another one... and my brother searches for the Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough... which of course isn't there. So since he doesn't get what he wants, he throws a fit and leaves the store. My dad and I are like "Good riddance" and continue our shopping. We ended up with Rocky Road, Thin Mint and Neopolitan sans sucre pour Tiner. While we're in the checkout, my phone buzzes at me. My mom's all irate about how we're not at home and I need a ring ceremony dress and blah di blah. So we go home and she takes me to JC Penny's. The Juniors department had nothing worth gracing my beautiful body, so we go to another section of the store and I find a cute little dress that I liked. My mom found a nice dress, too. We even bought one for Christine. While my mom's paying for all that, I find this really cool Greco-Roman white prom dress that's really graceful and pretty. My mom told me that white wasn't my color and that since we're probably eating out and whatnot, I should probably buy a gravy colored dress. Ha ha, very funny. Too bad I don't eat gravy. Anyway. So it's 10 minutes before the mall closes and I ran to Dillards to get some more foundation. That took all of 3 seconds and while running past Cache, I saw a pretty light pink dress that I liked. It was strapless and had square sequins running diagonally across it. I couldn't find a price of it, so I went to the back of the store to find it. It's like 340.00. Yea, too bad it's not that cute. But I did find one that was 150ish... hot pink with beaded flower details. If I can find a link to it, I'll post it later... right now my dogs are tired.

Bye

And I'd give up forever to touch you...

Ah... the power of conviction... [26 Mar 2004|09:13pm]
[ mood | morose ]
[ music | "Pretty Maids All in a Row" -The Eagles ]

I really don't have anything to write about, but Alida just updated, which compels me to do so. Hm. So I updated last Wednesday.... what interesting things happened?

Thursday was a half day, due to P/T Conferences. I drove to school because I had a craving for a Mochasippi. I also splurged and had a cookie. I was so proud: I told Erin I had breakfast that morning. She grinned and was like "Wow, that's great! What did you have?" Then I proceeded to tell her that I had a chocolate-chip cookie and a super-grande Caramel Mochasippi w/ whip. The look on her face you couldn't imagine. It was like waving a crucifix in front of a Satan worshipper. It was wonderful. I got a big kick out of it. She's always like "ARGH! Michelle, that's not healthy!" So? Your point is? Pick on someone else. The point is that I like it and it gives me energy. I figure that while your metabolism is up, you should be able to make all the mistakes you can. I'm pretty well balanced. I eat vegetables, fruits, meat. I don't stir it up into one bowl, like she does... but it gets there all the same. I'm definitely going to "carbohydrate/saturated fat hell." But nothing I eat is in excess. I can give myself that much. I eat until I have enough. That's all I'm supposed to do, right? Right. I went to piano/voice lessons, also. That was cool. I actually practiced for like 45 minutes this week. I can play the beginning to Billy Joel's "Piano Man." My mom came back from PTC. She told me something hilarious: Mr. Ludeau wants me in Pre-Calculus. HA! After hearing the horror stories from Sarah and all her friends? I think not. Advanced Math's fine with me. I'm not picky. I am getting into AP Government. Yay. I hope Mrs. Guillory stays because I really want her for AP English. I'd like to have my cake and eat it, too. I'll probably end up in regulars. Oh well, I don't really "fit in" with the "honors crowd" anyway. They've all got their own little groups because they've been in honors classes since Freshman year. It really shouldn't happen, but you can't stop it. None of my teachers mentioned the fact that I never turn anything in on time. I'm quite sure because my mom didn't mention anything about it. She did mention something about Shannon ringing me that made me want to scream. Mrs. Sandra, Shannon's mom, was talking to my mom and she told her that the administration had the balls to tell Shannon that she couldn't ring me because her GPA wasn't high enough and she needed to study during ring ceremony. HELLO! I'm SO SURE. Her GPA isn't that low. The school is sooo dumb sometimes. Shannon and I have been friends since my Freshman year. We decided during that year that Shannon would ring me. It's been 4 years and we're still friends and I didn't even have to blink before I absolutely knew who was ringing me. It wasn't even a question. Her dad called Mrs. Burns from work. That's saying a lot. That's one of the most lame excuses I think I've ever heard in my life. And what is it solving? Nothing. It just means I would need a new senior, but to be quite honest, I don't want another senior. Who would I pick? Ainnsley? No... how about Sadie, the girl that had the foresight to ask me if I'd buy all the religous medals that were in a bowl during PE. 1) I think I make it quite clear on a daily basis that I'm Baptist. 2) Who asks that anyway, even if I was Catholic? She also yelled at poor Mindy because she "wasn't wearing bright colors." Sorry, not everyone wants to cater to your discriminating color palette. Mindy does wear a lot of black... but you know what? So? Do you see anyone come up to her and start yelling at her, "You were supposed to wear dark clothes today!" Or whatever. It's silly. Don't change who people are.

I also found out that Shannon is definitely moving to Texas. And I'm definitely going to UL. So much for my cosmopolitan college lifestyle of the rich and the famous. I went from going to Rhodes, to going to Loyola, to going to LSU or UNO, to going to UL. My mom set up an appointment to go talk to the head of the Biology department at UL. And of course, the woman told her all this shit about medical school and how UL's the best in everything imaginable. I'm never going to get out. I'm trapped. My college social life will be nonexistant. Because she's definitely not going to give me anything. Except a new bedroom because Danielle will need mine. I can feel the noose getting tighter around my neck.

I was a rebel and didn't go to the play this week. Oh yea, baby. I would have liked to go, but my mom's a bitch. Go figure. She's mad at Peaches and Lorenzen for not picking me. It was probably my fault, though. As usual. My mom went and talked to Mrs. Kurtz about it. I'm sure that solved a lot. Just made them hate me more. From what I heard, some of the actors... no, excuse me, actresses... didn't even have their lines memorized. Good job! There were some people that actually were willing to work to be in the play. Not expecting Peaches to pick them because they're so far up her ass she can't shit. That always aggravates me. Like in chorus, for example, I wanted a solo/duet... whatever... so much. They gave the solos to their favorites.... who shortly after getting nominated to being put in the program, something I would have given my eyeteeth for, decided that they didn't like the song so much...so... they weren't going to sing it for Spring Concert. I wish they would pick by heart and willingness to work, not by something obvious like talent or ingratiation. I mean, talent is a factor, but just because someone doesn't have obvious talent right off doesn't mean they don't have any at all.

I'm in such a hateful, nasty mood. I've been wanting to update this for about an hour, but I keep on thinking of other stuff to bitch about.

This is a slow song by the Eagles (it's in my "current music") that I really like listening to when I'm feeling not-so-good.

Hi there,
How are 'ya?
it's been a long time
it seems like we've come a long way
My, but we learn so slow
and heroes, they come
and they go
and leave us behind as if
we're s'pposed to know why
Why do we give up our hearts to the past?
and why must we grow up so fast?

And all you wishing well fools
with your fortunes
someone should send you a rose with
love from a friend,
it's nice to here from you again
And the storybook comes to a close
Gone are the ribbons and bows
Things to remember places to go
Pretty Maids all in a Row
Oh, oh oh, oh......

And I'd give up forever to touch you...

::Sigh:: All good things must end. [24 Mar 2004|08:09pm]
[ mood | crushed ]
[ music | "Old Man" -Neil Young ]

Well, for those of you who are tired of me talking about Cooper... and I know you're out there... here's your chance to be happy. This will more than likely be one of the last entries about aforementioned person. I went to church today, bebopping along as usual. Cooper said hey to me. This Saturday is Brother Jim's 40th b-day, so we celebrated it today. I felt like he was staring at me... he often does that. I really don't know what to think of it, but it doesn't bother me. I just notice it. Then after we broke, he came up to me and said the whole, "hey, how have you been" type thing. Then Taraa, the love of my life... came up to me and started talking about Michael the homo. (Sorry for those of you who are sensitive to slurs... but he hurt me a lot. A whole lot) So Cooper leaves and goes up to Leslie, a really really pretty senior. And he's all into her eyes and such. And he pulls out his cell phone and she pulls out hers. I'm assuming that they exchanged numbers. Please take note that he's never given or asked for my number. Sooo... I'm going to prom with him, but I'm not going to expect a miracle or anything. I always thought that they were "on the verge" but when he told me that he hadn't had a girlfriend in a little less than a year, I got a little hopeful. Ok, I admit... I fall pretty damn hard in most boy/girl situations. I actually wanted to date PHILLIP AUBIN, egotist though he is. I didn't know that at the time... but he truly is. This is supposed to show me something, I'm sure. And I'm sure I know what it is. Curse my looks. :) It's like the cat who can't eat the fish, "That fish'll be stringy anyway." Brush dem hatas off. But I just wanna cry.

Once again, that was the highlight of my bleak day. How cruel. Julia Roberts wants me to go into the Spanish class. I just feel... truly loved by my French class this quarter. And I know it's my fault because I disrupt a lot. I can't help it, though. She sleeps; I act up and distract people.

Mrs. Norma, my Sunday School teacher, is coming to ring ceremony. She's the one from Canada. She sent me a card this week. I love her sooo much! We have a lot in common. We both open our mouths when we ought not to. I'm really excited though! And Bro. Jim and Mrs. Julie, his wife, are coming to my Chorale concert on the 3rd. I'm singing at the Heymann center with the UL chorus. It's gonna be awesome, m'dears. Call the Heymann Center for ticket information. Since I know all of you who read this are going to storm it tomorrow morning bright and early.

Mr. Sammy and Mrs. Lorene told me something really sweet today. Mr. Sammy was like "How excited are we to have Michelle in our class next year?" And Mrs. Lorene goes, "YAY!" and starts waving her hands like a cheerleader. THEY'RE SOOO CUTE! They said it was because I made them laugh. I love them, too. Today has been a day of compliments. I should just shoot myself because I'm sad over some really cute guy who doesn't like me. :) Ms. Wolfe this morning told me that I was the only person she knew that could wear her hair that short w/o makeup and still look pretty. Gee... I'm so dumb. ARGH! I aggravate myself.

Anyway, I'm sure you're tired of hearing me ramble. I'll see you guys later.

And I'd give up forever to touch you...

What to say, Lord, it's you that give me life and I can't explain just how... [21 Mar 2004|11:10pm]
[ mood | dorky ]
[ music | "Shout to the Lord" ]

Let's see.. where to start? I can't get into AOL because my computer doesn't recognize my password. Which leads me to believe that someone's screwing with my computer. So I'm using me mum's sn. Yay.

I woke up really early today... around 7:30. Yea. I thought I had a drama to do today for the preschoolers... so I went ahead and showered and got ready for the 8:30 service. I was sooo beautiful today. No, I'm just kidding. So I went to the early service. A 1st for me. I sat with the youth, also. How intriguing. We're doing a series on the real Passion of Christ. It was really good, even though my parents didn't seem too enthused by it. Argh. So then I went to The Core... and played pool with Lindsey! Through sheer dumb luck, I managed to win! I was so excited. Cooper seemed happy to see me; he waved from across the room. And then he came over and started talking. He wasn't doing anything on Friday. I wanted to scream. But, restraining myself, as always... I didn't. Then, after anchor groups... I played pool and ping-pong with him... and we just talked. He told me he was going to wear a pink tux to prom or a lime-green one. He asked if I'd still go with him if he did such a thing. And I told him I would... I mean, heck, it's his sexuality that's being questioned, not mine. No, I lie. He wants to go bowling after prom. I told him my idea: going to Girard Park and playing basketball in our prom dresses/tuxes. I think he liked it, but he was concerned about Girard Park at like 11 at night. Then I casually asked him his girlfriend's name. I had this lie alll prepared. About how at the outdoor movie, I met this girl and she said that she knew him and blah-di-blah. But I didn't use it. He said he hasn't had a girlfriend in over a year. I was like "Good to know." He joked about how I would defend him if he ever shot anyone... bc I would know why. It was this whole big deal with him and this dude named John. John asked him when he'd ever shoot anyone... and he said that he would if his girlfriend was involved. Well, it turned out to be his figurative girlfriend... not a real one. I don't know, maybe he has quite an imagination. I don't know what to think now... it seems like when we're mano a mano... he's an awesome dude. Then he gets around other people and he's not so cool. I mean, he's not mean or anything.. but it's not the same. Ryan thinks it's because he doesn't want to scare me. A valid argument. I can believe that. He does curse, though. Which puts me at ease, because it's weird when you're the only one that says bad words once and awhile. I always worry about that. Just a thing I have.

That's it

And I'd give up forever to touch you...

Promise not to laugh at my stupidity [20 Mar 2004|12:32am]
[ mood | distressed ]
[ music | "Take on me" -Aha ]

Yes, I'll tell you about my day if you promise not to laugh at me.

Today, I got up and went to Chick-fil-a. I got Eli's phone numero pour Alida. Gretchen couldn't remember his sn... if he even had one, I'm not sure. With said information in hand, I drove out to Grand Coteau. Thinking back on it, I should have talked to Amy Dupuis. Then maybe I wouldn't have had the problems I had. Grrr. Anyway. I get done with school and go to ESA on the other side of the world to pick up my brother. And I go home. My mom gave me permission to go to the outdoor movie. Yay. So I go home and go to the computer, as is my habit. No messages. I start talking to Alida, who asks if I'm going to see the movie. I really kinda didn't want to, but at the same time, I really wanted to get out of the house. So I told her I'd see. So I call Phillip... looking for Cooper's number. It's about 5ish. Well, no one answers. Great. So I call Matt's house. No one answers. I call Brandon's house. His dad, I believe, answers and tells me that he'll be home at like 6. So I called Phillip again. I know he works, but I'm not sure of his hours and whatnot. No answer. I even looked up Brother Jim's number to call him at home and ask him if he had some sort of roster that had his number on it, so I could have it. No one answered their phone. I wanted to call Amy Dupuis, but I don't know her mom's name... so I was kicking myself for not talking to her at prayer breakfast. So I leave at about 5:45. I pass the church and see Bro. Jim's truck out in the parking lot, so I pull in. I go to the youth end: it's locked. I try the other doors and they're all locked, too. There were a lot of cars out there... and no one seemed to be in the building. Oh wait... I'm so dumb. They're all in New Orleans on a Leadership Conference. I knew that. Grrr... So I never got his number. So I decided to go to the movie anyway. I get to the movie and sat down on the grass, like the hick I am. My cell phone rang once and I didn't hear it but Jen and Mollie G. did. It was some black girl wanting to know "who this was." I told her my name and she was like "why you calling me?" And I made a little face and said, "I didn't call you." These people do this all the time. Calling my cell phone and saying "Is Lacreesha there?" And I'm like "No, but her white friend Michelle is. Since it's her phone and all." Then Alida called me. I don't have Caller ID on my phone. So people call me and expect me to know who they are... but I don't have ESP. So I can't know. So I always ask them. And they kinda have to stop and think about it. It's amusing. She needed to talk to Chelsea about Abbey Fest. Some Catholic thingamabopper. We watched Remember the Titans . How I do love that movie. Black people are sooo interesting. Especially with their own. My brother plays on a basketball team... we're the only white people in it. And it's cool to see them "in their natural habitat," so to speak. Where they are the majority. My favorite characters in the movie are probably Sunshine, Rev, Blue and Lastic (the Chris Farley look-alike). It must have been really hard to integrate schools. To try to fix centuries of stigma and old habits. I like that word: stigma. I use it a lot these days.

Watch me go to all this trouble to be with Cooper and him have a girlfriend. I'm going to a) kill him and b) cry until I'm sick.

I was just thinking how Erin was talking about on her video how people that have low carb diets have bad breath. Dude... so does she. I haven't said anything yet... but it's like pretty dastardly bad breath, ya know? Oh well, I'm sure a Tic-Tac has one too many calories for her. I'm so nice to my friends. It floors me sometimes. I'm really a jerk. Yuck.

UGH! I want everything to happen RIGHT NOW! I'm sooo impatient. I want everything to fall into place right now, at 1:04 in the morning. Everything. This is why I'm not God. This is also why I have to wait on God. Which, when you're like me... a senseless romantic... 10 minutes is too long to wait. I'm such an idiot.

And I'd give up forever to touch you...

[17 Mar 2004|10:11pm]
[ mood | discontent ]
[ music | "Sympathy for the Devil" -Rolling Stones ]

Let's start it from the top.

Today, I got into my St. Patrick's Day garb... consisting of a Centrifuge shirt, blue jeans, flip-flops and green panties... whoo hoo. I also threw on my mother's clover earrings, seeing as how I couldn't find me own lucky charms. My sister and I went to Cici's... got the usual Super-Grande Caramel Mochasippi avec whip. I got on the bus... daydreamed all the way to school... got off the bus. I went to History, interesting as usual due to the fact that we're studying the Roaring Twenties. Went to Chemistry and thanked the gods that I did my homework before the minute of. We ate lunch on the spiral stairs because Erin coaxed me to walk on the wild side and heat my lunch in the administration hall microwave. We sat and talked. Alida and I made a plan on how I was going to pick Cooper's brain. Jacqueline wanted a physical description, as usual. I admit, looks do have a factor, but the child takes it to extremes sometimes. I described him with Alida's help. By the time we were through, she was staring off into space. I'm not sure why... I just don't think that she truly cares. I really don't. Oh well. Big whoop. We went to the Poetry Recitation. I liked most of them. I thought that some were rather boring, however. No matter. Then I went to Algebra... where I had to learn about radicands and other basic drivel about math. Then I packed and ate cake at Gouter. Got on the bus and made the trek home. Spent a boring time at the store... spent more boring time at Ms. Blum's studio with Christine. Then I finally get home. I call my dad to make sure that I'm alright going home... I'm not supposed to meet them somewhere. He says no, to wait for his arrival. So I park the car and am just about to go inside when he calls me and says, "Meet at Cane's." Ok... could we have divulged this information sooner?? So I put my books inside the house, checked my non-existant messages online and went to Cane's. I seriously don't know what I was expecting along the lines of messages. Anyway... I ate chicken and went to church. I was all stoked because I was going to see Cooper and I had my little game plan alll planned out. But what happened? He wasn't there. Imagine my disappointment. :( But, it did allow me to realize how stupid I am sometimes. I focused more on church today than I did before. Before, I was too busy staring at the back of his head and daydreaming. ARGH! I'm sooo annoyed. So, no movie pour moi. And that's ok... so my mom won't give me a guilt trip like she's famous for.

Word has gotten around that Miss Heinen is being "let go." Her contract isn't being renewed for another year. When I heard that, part of me said, "Whoo hoo!" because she and I aren't very compatible... we see things differently. But the other half kinda was upset by his half and by the fact that she'll be leaving. They said it was because she was very conservative and the school is liberal. Alida mentioned the administration being very conservative. Yes, this is true... but the people who are sending their little princesses to our school... for the most part... are more on the liberal side, I think. Plus, the RSCJ's are a more liberal convent than say, the Dominicans. They're plain-clothes, they get to go home, etc. Now, I know they weren't always like that, but things do change. Anyway. I'm rambling. I'm not in Miss Heinen's class, therefore I didn't think it my place to sign the petition. I get a lot of mixed reports from students in her class and I don't think that I can make heads or tails of it. Some say she's awesome... blah di blah. Others say that she's one of those "everyone who's not Catholic isn't Christian" people. And since I don't really know... I'm not signing it. Jacqueline and Erin were very shocked that I wasn't going to. I feel differently than Alida. She believes what they tell her... but my hangup is... I can't be sure. So anyway. I do think that she challenges the students, however. People actually having to study for religion tests is very rare at Sacred Heart. She teaches it like a theology class. She's very into her faith. These are all good points. I think however (even though it's a Catholic school) she should lessen the importance of BEING CATHOLIC. Heaven forbid that we're not. My little brother went to SPES. That's a very conservative Catholic elementary school. He came home all confused because of what his teachers were telling him about intercessory prayer and how it was his duty to go to confession. I don't think religion should be shoved down anyone's throat. I know I don't like it, and I'm sure no one else does either. My sister went on the 8th grade retreat. I was there when Miss Heinen passed out the scapulars. Christine said that she didn't want one because she was Baptist. That's ok. No need to fuss, she didn't make a big deal out of it. Miss Heinen gave her this look. I can't quite describe it. Maybe it was disgust... maybe she was nauseated. I don't know. I just know that Christine was affected by that. No one wants to be pitied or looked down on. That's why I don't like to go to Mass. If I "participate" I have to be blessed. Which to me is like saying "Oh, well... you're not good enough... so we get to bless you, you little heathen child." It used to make me cry. A lot. I felt soooo unworthy to be there. I almost changed schools. But Shannon said she'd kill me... and my heart really is here at Sacred Heart. I mean, ok... Alida took communion at my church... she isn't dead yet. She might not have gotten anything out of it... but she's definitely not going to hell over it! I proomise you. They didn't go up to her and say, "Are you Baptist? No? Hmm... well, you don't get any." I'm so sure.

Anyway... enough venting. I'm starting to get anti-Catholic again.

1 know that they'd feel me somehow And I'd give up forever to touch you...

Oh my, y'all... do this... and not just Mo either... all of you. [15 Mar 2004|11:06pm]
[ mood | flirty ]
[ music | "Crash Into me" -Dave Matthews Band ]

1. who are you, what's our relationship:
02. how and where did we meet:
03. what's my middle name:
04. how long have you known me:
05. tell me one good thing about myself:
06. when you first saw me what was your impression:
07. my age:
08. birthday:
09. my favorite band at the moment:
10. colour eyes:
11. do i have any siblings:
12. have you ever had a crush on me:
13. what's one of my favorite things to do:
14. do you remember one of the 1st things I said to you:
15. describe me in 3 words:
16. name 5 things i love:
17. do you think i'm good looking:
18. how would you describe me to someone:
19. would you ever date me:
20. tell me one thing you've always wanted to say but never did:
21: what do you like most about me:
22: if we could spend a day together what would we do:
23: have we ever gotten in a fight:
24: do you think we will be friends for at least 3 or 4 more years:
25. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
26. What do you think my weakness is?
27. Do you think I'll get married?
28. What makes me happy?
29. What makes me sad?
30. What reminds you of me?
31. If you could give me anything what would it be?
32. When's the last time you saw me?
33. Do you think our friendship is getting stronger/weaker/or staying the same?
34. Do you feel that you could talk to me about anything and I would listen?
35. Are you going to put this on your livejournal and see what I say about you?
36. If I was an ice cream flavor, which would I be and why?
37. What song (if any) reminds you of me?
38. If you could change one thing about me, what would it be?
39. Would you make a move on me?
40. Do I cross your mind at least 1 time a day

Today has been a good day. Hm... I wonder why? Ahhh... never mind. Alida and I walked over 200 million miles today. It was great. We just kinda wandered along... I wasn't really paying attention to where we were going... and I don't think she was either. Mostly, we talked about me... a very interesting subject to talk about. I feel soooo self-centered. I was just thinking about that. Dude... that sucks. Sorry. We missed half of the Pi day celebration that was a day late. Imagine that. I managed to pass both Chemistry and Algy. With B's, I might add. Woah. Be amazed. That made me happy.

I went home... and then I went to Chorale Acadienne practice. At break, Dr. Haygood made this announcement that they were planning on going on a road trip. To perform at Carnegie Hall. HELLO!? I was sooo there. According to this itenerary thing, we get to stay some important hotel... go on different things... all for under 2,000 bucks. I was like "WHOO HOO!" But then, common sense kicked in. I wanna do sooo much next year. I'm driving to school, I'm going to Washington DC with the Government class next year, I want to go to M-Fuge... and now this. So I showed the paper to my mom, who was of course ecstatic. So she wants me to go... but I want to do all this other stuff. So I was willing to forgo NYC to do other things... but I think she wants me to go there. Ok, I wanna go, too, but money bothers me. I will be the national deficit next year. Hands down... no lie. That's pretty scary.

I can't wait till Wednesday... I can't wait till Wednesday!! Lalalalallaa! Alida said something to me today about how she can't wait for Wednesday, either. But her reason is 180 degrees different than mine. Which made me feel crummy. Sometimes going to an all-girls school sucks. But I'm glad I'm here and not somewhere else.

I read this on the "Wailing Wall" of Ground Zero this Sunday. "For all the drug users... that they may realize that God is way more addictive than anything they try and the high is twice as long." Yea... whoever wrote that was a genius. :)

2 know that they'd feel me somehow And I'd give up forever to touch you...

WHOOO! I FEEELL SOOO ALIVE! [15 Mar 2004|04:33pm]
[ mood | indescribable ]
[ music | "I Feel so Alive" -POD ]





what decade does your personality live in?


quiz brought to you by lady interference, ltd



What's strange is... I just told Alida this this morning... how I really should have been born in the 50's to grow up in the 70's. Coach James used to tell me that, too. Huh. Who knew?

DisorderRating
Paranoid:Low
Schizoid:Low
Schizotypal:Moderate
Antisocial:Low
Borderline:Low
Histrionic:Moderate
Narcissistic:Low
Avoidant:Low
Dependent:Low
Obsessive-Compulsive:Low

-- Personality Disorder Test - Take It! --



Yea... I don't have a personality disorder. The voices tell me so. I'm definitely schizotypal... it's bc I'm odd and hard to follow. Ask Brittany (Happy B-day, Beautiful!) and Alida (Move his head! Move his head!)
And I'd give up forever to touch you...

Ba da dada da daaa... I'm lovin' it! [14 Mar 2004|08:16pm]
[ mood | happy ]
[ music | "When I Close my Eyes" -Shanice ]


I'm getting there. I don't suck, but I've got a ways to go.


Just in case you wanted to know.

77% Of The Internet Loves Me!
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I'm A 1960s Geek
You're pretty quirky and weird but we know you're smart and love you anyway!
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It's scary.. but that really describes me. :)

And I'd give up forever to touch you...

When I come home... you know I'm gonna be... [14 Mar 2004|08:11am]
[ mood | sore ]
[ music | "Salvation is Created" -Tchesnokov ]

Friday night was interesting... had a fishie fry and went to LHS to a track meet. We got there at about 8:30, I suppose. Everything was almost over, but we cheered everyone on. Coach James hated me for my energy and enthusiasm. Oh well. He'll get over it. Then we went home and went to bed. The next morning, we got up to go to church... yea. We were supposed to leave church at 6:45... and we woke up at 6:30. We ate pancakes in the parking lot. Mrs. Becky said that she could smell my maple syrup breath.

Well, yesterday, I went to North LA to the Whiskey Chitto along with Alida to go canoeing. The trip up there was awesome, partially because I got to talk with Cooper and partially because Alida got to be there and be cool with me, too! We get there and we're attacked by a trillion mosquitos. It was insanity. Alida and I were partnered up. She was in the back and I was in the front. Wow. That was interesting. Alida was all like "I hope I'm in the front because I can't remember any of the strokes." Well, after canoeing sideways for awhile... we learned quickly how to canoe. We took a break on a sandbar... it was neat... the sand made strange noises. Unlike any other sand. The guys were being silly and cutting flips off the bank onto another smaller bank... they were certainly acrobatic. I rolled a couple times... and cut my lip wide open. That was graceful. Darn braces. When we were in the middle of canoeing, Alida got this urge to scream something. I'm glad she didn't, because I think he would have been embarrassed. So instead, we talked about him en francais. Mwahaha. We're so evil. I don't think we really understood each other, though. Kinda sorta. Nous pensons nous recevons les points supplementairs pour parler francais dehors la class de francais. We canoed over 7 miles. My arms are so sore! Along with my shoulders and back. Then we loaded up in the vans and headed home. I got to talk to people. Including this dude named John. He's a major drug user... but he was really really nice. Ha. We like the same kind of bands... sorta. I'm not a really hardcore rocker... but I like Black Sabbath and other bands.

Anyway... we get to the theatre to see The Passion of the Christ. Alida and I sit together on the side there. The movie starts. (I'm so sure you need a play-by-play... but you're getting one) It was powerful. I felt like trash when I walked out of the theatre. I couldn't even walk. My legs were sooo weak. I kept thinking, "He died for my sins... if I were the only sinner in the world... he'd die for me." So I kinda stumbled out of the theatre, biting my lip. Just thinking of the ultimate sacrifice. How brutal God Incarnate was treated. And how he stood back up and took more and more and more. He had such fortitude. I walked outside... and I said bye to Sammy and Lorene, the cutest couple ever on the face of the earth. And I turned and saw Brother Jim. And I lost it. I wasn't crying... just sobbing. Making noises. I don't think I was really crying. It was just sooo much to comprehend. The gore really didn't affect me like I thought it was going to. I didn't leave the theatre or feel sick. I understood that it was just a representation of suffering... that the actor wasn't really being beaten alive... and I really wasn't grossed out by all the blood. It's just cornsyrup and red food coloring. My mom called me around nine. She wanted to know how the movie was. I said it was alright and since she hasn't seen it yet... she didn't understand. She's seeing it tonight, at 7:30. I get to babysit. Yay.

We had the Lord's Supper and a discussion/answer period when we went back to church. We ate pizza. I played pool for the 1st time. That was embarrassing. Everytime Cooper and I were playing at something, he'd walk away. I was pretty upset about that, but Alida and I figured it was because he was tired. And sure enough, this morning, he was his regular old self again. I asked him to prom... figuring that Rebecca Carriere from OHS had already asked him. But she hadn't because he told me that he would definitely go. I was sooohoooo excited. Now I have to make a dress. Great.

I went to "Ground Zero," the prayerhouse off McKinley St. I wrote a lot of things on the "Wailing Wall," a wall that they put up where people go and write their prayer requests on. It was awesome. I loved it. Whenever a prayer is answered, they put an "Amen" or some other form of recognition on it. There were a lot of stars (signifing salvation) and "Amen"s.

Well, I'll talk more later! Bye!

And I'd give up forever to touch you...

Well, dudes... [11 Mar 2004|08:23pm]
[ mood | blah ]
[ music | "Happy Phantom" -Tori Amos ]

Let's see... I changed my layout again... It's Proclaimerific! Or however you would spell that.

I went on retreat today with my class. 'Twas interesting. I rode with Alida over there. Her 4-Runner is way high off the ground... I had to rent mountain boots to get up in it. And the floorboard isn't very deep... I basically sat straight legged out. Hopefully you know what I mean. Because it's hard to explain. Gabi rode with us, too, but she stayed quiet the whole time. I love Gabi. We get there... and you can almost hear the monastic chanting... like Gregorian chant and whatnot. Not really... but it's kinda got an aura to it. We go inside and there's a group of people, including Miss Leger. Anyway. They were alright. They introduced themselves. We introduced ourselves... and one interesting thing about us. I stated my college major. None of them knew what that was... but once they knew... they wished they didn't. Everyone was so general about it... "I like horses" or "I play piano." COME ON PEOPLE! YOU'RE MORE INTERESTING THAN THAT! Tell 'em what you do on the weekends. That'll impress them. Just kidding. Anyway... we did some singing... we did a lot of singing. I like to sing, and even I thought it was a superfluous amount of chantering. Then we sat down and a girl got up and talked about... well, all I can remember from her is that she didn't like to talk in front of people. The 2nd one was Anna-Marie. She talked about sin. I liked her alright... but not so much. She talked as if Catholics were the only one who knew the Truth and if you weren't Catholic, you're going to Hell. She also talked about confession. How it was very important. I wanted to ask her "What about Protestants? How do we fit in?" But I didn't. I get tired of fighting. Then we sang some more... then Bernadette came up and talked about her life... how she really screwed up and now she's ok. Then we sang.. then John (who looks like Ryan Fazone and dresses like Greg, kot's bf) talked about his charmed life and how he messed it up. Then we ate lunch. Alida and I got into a little argument about Mary Magdaline and Jesus. If Jesus had any siblings, etc. She had good points. She obviously has been mulling over it for awhile. She said that if Jesus had siblings... then He wouldn't be as important. I don't think that's true. Hitler had brothers and sisters... and he was important. She also said that if Jesus had siblings, then they'd be the most holy people on earth, because of their lineage. Because of this, they would be at Jesus's right hand. Untrue, because only divinity can sit at the right hand of Jesus. Jesus's siblings wouldn't be divine...God didn't concieve them, just Jesus. They would be just really good people. I'm going to ask Bro. Jim on Saturday. Alida needs to read The DaVinci Code. I'll lend it to her, perhaps. Then maybe I won't look so crazy.

My house will be chaos tomorrow... my sister has invited someone over, my brother has invited someone over and I've invited someone over. AH! We think we're going to rent movies. And play GameCube. We may go to the LHS track meet... I'll have to see.

Enough chaos prediction... I'm tired of typing. I'll finish being a brat later.

And I'd give up forever to touch you...

[09 Mar 2004|10:03pm]
[ mood | tired ]


Who's Your 80s Movie Icon Alter-Ego? Find out @ She's Crafty


And just in case you were in doubt... I'm not a hoe. According to one of the other quizzes from this website that seems to send my poor dinosaur of a computer popups galore. I hate popups. They make me muy dingue.

I had an inspiration on the way home from school for a new layout. I'm obsessed with white this season... for some unknown reason. Now, all I have to do is find a nice picture of The Proclaimers and I'm all set. Yay for me.

And I'd give up forever to touch you...

Albertson's male cashiers are hott. Lord have mercy!! AHHH! And so are Scottish nerds. [09 Mar 2004|12:11am]
[ mood | hot ]
[ music | "Rock and Roll Fantasy" -Bad Company ]

RULES:
1. Put your birth month in an entry.
2. Strike out anything that doesn't apply to you.
3. Bold the four that best apply to you.
4. Put all twelve months under a livejournal cut

DECEMBER:
Loyal and generous. Sexy. Patriotic. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Loves to socialize. Loves praises. Loves attention. Loves to be loved. Honest and trustworthy. Not pretending. Short tempered. Changing personality. Not egoistic. Take high pride in oneself. Hates restrictions. Loves to joke. Good sense of humor. Logical.

12 months in a year )
Actually, most all of them pretty much apply to me. I'm just cool like that. I only get like 6 things though, when you compare it to the likes of say November or something.

THEY'RE GONE! For those of you who didn't know... my fascist uncle and my germaphobe aunt came down from St. Louis for 3 days. They're leaving tomorrow morning, but I won't see them until my uncle gets to feeling guilty about not seeing his elderly mother and decides to come down again. They were better this time... as far as I know, they didn't make my mom feel like shit. I really really didn't like them for that. It was really my uncle, my mom's brother. He's mean.

The title of my entry today comes from my noticing that at about 5ish... all the really cute guys start to work at the Albertson's by my house. They come from nowhere. And they're really sweet. And talkative. So are the dudes at Cici's. Too bad they're all in college. And more than likely taken. Yea... totally just found out from Sarah that Cooper was a drug user. Among other things. Just like me to like the basket cases. But he's related to James Fenimore Cooper... idk if I said that or not. Well, if I did... you'll know it twice. So there.

Today was Danielle's birthday. She's 3 now. I asked my religion class to pray for our family because she turns 3 today... everyone who was in 8th grade with me remembered Mrs. Leger and history class... etc. etc. She's so awesome. She got ice cream alllll over herself... and she really doesn't like to get dirty. So she's all like "Get it off! Get it off!" So I run and get a paper towel and proceed to wipe her off. So I get to her face... the nastiest part and she looks at me and calmly says, "Don't touch me." Erm, excuse me... but didn't you just say... ? Yea. Thought so. She got oodles of Scooby-Doo/Carebear products. And some Veggie Tale paraphernalia. Which is a really cool word. And a guinea pig, for some strange reason. I have no idea why. His name is Tiger. He's red and white. He runs around like a stuck pig. In French, guinea pig is "cochon d'Inde." I'm assuming that that's because Guinea is somewhere around India. I don't know.

Oh yea... I forgot to properly complain about something my little brother recieved for his 12th birthday this past Tuesday. A PALM PILOT!!!!!!! He's 12 and he has a PALM PILOT! I wanted to KILL HIM. I don't want one... oh no. I seriously don't. I think they're a waste of gigabites. Or whatever they're called. I'd like 2 things: a laptop and a car. I've been asking for a laptop for about 3 years. Have I gotten one? Oh but no. I've gotten a useless MP3 player in lieu of a laptop. A jewelry armoire instead of a laptop. But not a laptop. No, that would be too easy. I know why I don't have one. They're expensive. I just find it ironic how my little brother can get something like the next time he gets a gift and I have to wait ever-so-patiently for 3 years. I even offered to like not get anything for Christmas. Oh, but no. Anyway... I thought I'd just be a little brat. :)

As Alida has already mentioned to you, we came up with baby names the other day. I will attempt to put them in a nice little list for you to read. Too bad I'm only having 3 kids. At the most. Watch me have like 5 or 6. I'm telling you, it's the air down here. When we first moved down here, we went to see the Lee's house because it was for sale. By looking at the things in their house, it's obvious they have several children. Well, we counted 12. My mom was floored. "Oh my... that's amazing!" And so, ever-so-quick of mind, I told her it was the air down here. Our realtor, Bevy, has like 6 kids. The Lee family has 12. So basically we moved from a place where 3 kids was pushing it to a place where 5 or 6 is average. No, I'm being facetious. It's not that bad down here. Juuuusst kidding. Anyway... onward and upward.

Na Na's:
Raleigh Marie (Riley spelled how I say it), Maeve Christiane, Haiden Mae, Gabriella Blayre, Mary Adele, Amelia Clarice, and Anwen Elizabeth.
I also like Isabelle, Adelaide, Rae, Judd, and Jocelyn.

Dudes: (These aren't so great... I hadn't really thought about guys names until Alida asked me about them.)
Guyver Blaze, Aaron Gavin, Ewan Gregory, Madison Ryse (Reese spelled funny... Alida thinks it looks like Rice), and Rhys Shaughnessy (Shawn nuh say).
I also like Darcy, Dorian, Elijah, Tristian, Jace, Julian, Kieran, Yves, and Adrian.

By the looks of these names... if I don't marry someone from across the pond (ie: the United Kingdom)... they'll think I'm a freak. My kids will more than likely have gender conflicts, judging from my choices. Ha. I can see it all now.

"Mama, was I supposed to be a boy?"
"Why, no, Sweetie, what do you mean?"
"Well, you named me Judd. That's a boy's name."
"Erm... no it's not."
"Billy said so."
"He doesn't know. Go play with your dolls."

Yes... me having kids... that scares me soo much.

The Proclaimers are infinitesimally sexy! They're Scottish nerds! What's better!!?? I ask you. AHH... the brogue drives me crazy. I was just thinking about them talking. "When I g'oot... yea, I no I'mgonna be... I'mgonna be th' man who's gooin' oot with youu." And how they say "working" like "warlking" with the rolled r's. And I'm like "TAKE ME NOOOOWWW! YOU'RE SO AWESOME!!! AHHHH!!!!!" I'm tempted to give you the lyrics to their one-hit wonder "I'm Gonna be (500 miles)." But I'm not. I do have self-control, see?

This has to be the looonngest entry ever in the history of mankind. So I think I'm going to clean up my room now so Alida can sleep somewhere in the midst of it.

1 know that they'd feel me somehow And I'd give up forever to touch you...

What if God was one of us... just a slob like one of us? [07 Mar 2004|09:51pm]
[ mood | flirty ]
[ music | "Scar Tissue" -RHCP ]

God is great.... yea. I just feel so filled right now. For no apparent reason. Nothing really important happened today. I went to my family's website (yes, my family has a website) and I saw my cousins-in-law's ultra sounds. I have 2 cousins-in-law and they're both pregnant. I'm not sure if that's now you do the possessive or not. My cousin-the one who has hated me since conception- is getting married this summer. I was reading her fiance's letter... my aunt posted it. He seems nice. He's diabetic, like Christine. And I don't know. A combination of all this makes me feel God's presence. Or something similar to that. I guess I'll recap my weekend. In my dreamlike state. :)

I went canoeing at Michael Cooper's grandparents' lake. They were so cute. One of the girls asked if it was all their property. They assented and she made the comment that it was beautiful. They looked at her and said, "It's even more beautiful with all of you around it." There were about 40 of us. I'm sunburned from the experience. More on my left side than on my right. Which is strange. I don't know how that happened. I rode with Amy. Amy is a wonderful person. She's sooo happy all the time. If you didn't know her, you'd think she was artificial. She's the type of person that you can run to and be bawling your eyes out and she'll console you and make you feel better. She had us listen to this Christian rap group. I've forgotten the name, but it's something 22. I can't remember. I want to buy one of their CDs for Jacqueline for her birthday, which is rapidly approaching. I think Alida had the same idea. We'll work something out. I was really really really frustrated that neither Jacqueline or Erin could come on our excursion. Alida's going... and Mo is also coming to the movie. (Mo... Brother Jim or one of his associates will be calling you soon about the time... don't be afraid) I keep thinking that they didn't come because they're afraid that we'll try to convert them. I'm sure if I offered my home up to them and we'd go to like Six Flags or something the next day... they'd jump at the chance. But since it was at church... nope sorry, they quickly had something else to do. I know it's probably not the way God intended it to be... but I wish it was. I was mad for several days... I'm even sorta mad now. It's just very frustrating, I think. If it were anything else... Jacqueline wouldn't have plans and Erin wouldn't be so busy.

Cooper asked Alida about the Catholics and their mind control. I found that amusing. He thought I would know... I was like "Hey dude... don't look at me... I go to your church!" He was talking about how some Catholics believe about controlling your thoughts so that you can be better connected with God. Little did he know that Baptists kinda believe that, too. He laughed at me, though. I love Michael Cooper. He's great. I really don't know him. But he laughs at me... like today when he and Andrew were playing fooseball with Leslie and I. I tried to play some PS2 game... it was with 4 wheelers. I wasn't very good. I got to see how to play Halo, though. So now I can talk to John about that. I really didn't know what it was. I still really don't know what it is... but it makes a little more sense to me now. It's a bunch of shooting. And guns. I'm not good at that kind of thing. All video games are beyond my level of playing. Except for like Game Boy games and Jeopardy. And You Don't Know Jack. I love that game. It's my anti-drug.

My uncle just bought a Nissan Quest. One of the newer ones. They are sooo darn cool! He has XM radio and everything. He wanted me to drive it, I think. He may have been joking. It's like "sports car meets minivan." It's great. He bought it because the pedals extend like 6 inches or something. My aunt, his wife, is like as tall as Mollie Thibeaux. Maybe she's a little taller. But anyway. She has trouble driving certain cars because of her height.

4 know that they'd feel me somehow And I'd give up forever to touch you...

I know, I know... real content will come later, I promise [05 Mar 2004|04:02am]
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The quality that most appeals to you:Sense of Humour
In a survival situation, you:Act crazy as a diversion
Your hidden talent is:Discrimination
Your gift is:Genius
In groups, you:Work for a common goal
Your best quality is:Your inclusiveness
Your weakness is:Your jealous nature
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And I'd give up forever to touch you...

Sarah is just so darn cool w/ her quizzes and everything [03 Mar 2004|09:22pm]
[ mood | aggravated ]
[ music | "He Stopped Loving her Today" -George Jones ]



You're Australia!

You're easy-going, relaxed, and yet somewhat tough and hardy all at the
same time.  You can appreciate culture, scuba diving, and even safaris.  This
makes you pretty interesting and intriguing to others, though also really unpredictable and
even wild.  Your knowledge of nature is unthinkable to most of those around you, even
though your respect for it is sometimes less than perfect.  People really like your
accent.

Take
the Country Quiz at the Blue Pyramid

And I'd give up forever to touch you...

I decided to take some quizzes whilst I'm at it. [01 Mar 2004|11:13pm]
[ mood | pleased ]
[ music | "Beyond Beautiful" -Aerosmith ]


You are going to marry Brad Pitt. He is always
friendly to anybody he ever meets and he is
very talented as an actor. He is also very
sincere and friendly. He will respect you until
the day he dies. Congrats!!


Which male celebrity are you going to marry? (now 12 (i just added more, and still more to come!)results that have pics!)
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You belong in the Disney movie, Pirates of the
Caribbean. Your life is a constant drama with
many twists and turns. But in the end there
will be a true romance.


Which movie do you belong in? clh
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Fire Goddess
You are the Goddess of Fire. You live with extreme
passion... Either with Sexuallity, creativity,
or just pure energy. You are most likly in peak
shape either menatly or physically or both. You
are probably one of the most Powerful of the
Four Goddesses.
Other Fire Goddesses: Brigit, Freya, Hestia, Pele,
Vesta


Which of the Four Elemental Goddesses are you?(With Pics)
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Having four legs makes most things stable; chairs,
tables, cars (four wheels, if not four legs),
and most animals. This number indicates
stabily and firmness. You enjoy hard work; and
are practical, reliable, and down to earth.
You prefer logic and reason to flights of
fancy. People look to you for organization and
getting things done. Like the cycle of the
four seasons, you are predictable. You can be
stubborn, suspicious, overly practical, and
prone to angry outbursts.


What does your name and arithmacy say about you? (some simple knowledge of adding is required on your part)
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You are Cleopatra of the Nile. The great
biographer of the time, Plutarch, wrote of
Cleopatra, 'Her actual beauty, it is said, was
not in itself so remarkable that none could be
compared with her, or that no one could see her
without being struck by it, but the contact of
her presence, if you lived with her, was
irresistible . . . It was a pleasure merely to
hear the sound of her voice, with which, like
an instrument of many strings, she could pass
from one language to another . . .' You have a
spark in you that draws other people to you.
Indeed, you are drawn to others because you are
always curious. People can talk to you; and
you have a passion in life to know, live, love,
and learn.


What famous female ruler are you? (written for the girls)
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Top that, Cornmuffin.

And I'd give up forever to touch you...

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