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IT IS THE RETURN OF NORMAJBAKER!!!!!!! [12 Nov 2003|02:56pm]

Yes, it is true.

The prophesies of the stars translated correctly.
I.
am.
back.

For months i have been scaling the mountain slopes of everest and wading through pirhana infested waters without any sort of outside communication. I have just stumbled into the nearest native hut that happened to have Verizon Wireless. I beg of your forgiveness, and i hope that one day all will be right in the world, even though i have abandoned my online journal for several weeks.

Well, that isn't exactly true as you might have expected. Actually, school started, i didn't have time for my journal, and then, one fateful day, i forgot my password.

Oops.

So i finally had blurty email it to me, and...... i'm back online. Since i have last spoken with you:

1. I got into Romeo and Juliet
2. I got a sucky part
3. I finished romeo and Juliet
4. Act One started
5. I got my report card
6. And a lot of other stuff

So yeah.... i will try to be more regular with my journal entries for now on, but you never know...
I could be back on Atlantis without any form of communication before you know it.

So don't say i didn't warn you.

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[03 Sep 2003|08:38pm]

[ mood | grumpy ]

[ music | Hero -The Babe ]

Quote of the Day:
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
- me

I had such a bad day today. Seriously. Ok, first of all, i slammed my door really hard the other day, so now it is broken. It won't shut. Then, this morning, i wake up at 7:25, my first class starts at 7:30 and my bus came about 45 minutes ago, so needless to say, i am quite late for school. Secondly, our school has this RETARDED rule stating that "if thee comest to schoole later than 7:30 than that persone shall serve no less than one houre of detention." Next, i am called to the office to see the principal. I have no idea of what i could have done, so i am scared to death. It turns out that my principal called me in to tell me that he is going to "let me off the hook" and only give me two lunch detentions instead of an afterschool detention. Oh thank you. Then when i get home my mom starts freaking out about what i am wearing, which is a long linen skirt, a spaghetti strap top, and a jean jacket. I don't find anything wrong with this outfit, but apparently she does. She starts yelling at me about how i am not allowed to wear any kind of sleeveless shirt to school and how my schoolwork is far more important than trying to look "sexy" for the boys. WTF?? Ok, i am wearing a JACKET over my shirt, but when i point this out she says that i shouldn't be wearing jackets in September anyway and that i am "disrespecting my teacher" by wearing a jacket. Next, she moves onto my skirt and says that i look like a "freak" wearing something like that, that none of the other girls at my school wear skirts like that. Ok mom, sorry i'm not wearing a mini skirt with half my ass hanging out. When i point this out, she says that it is "immature" of me to try to stand out by wearing different clothes. I am NOT trying to stand out, i am just wearing what i LIKE! Why can't she understand that? All in all, my mom isn't so bad, but i think a lot of the time she just wants me to be something that i'm not. I am afraid that i let her down because i am not like her. My mom is super organized, super efficient, and super together. I am just not like that. I am more chilled out, i let things happen when they happen. My mom just doesn't get this. She seems to think that if she hems my every move to her liking, than one day i will learn to act just like her. The thing is, i won't. I hope that someday she will realize that i am never going to be just like her, but i guess in the meantime i better get my door fixed.

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Camp was awesome! [01 Sep 2003|09:53am]

[ mood | groggy ]

[ music | The Want of a Nail -Camp ]

Quote of the Day:
"

Hey everyone!
(although probably the only people who read this are myself, Ali and Sara, so hi me, ali and sara!)

Wow, i haven't written in a couple of days! Sorry, i know i promised a Doughnut Man and Hole Boy comic strip for today, but i just don't have it finished yet. For those of you who are not aquainted with Doughnut Man and Hole Boy, you will see.... Well, I'm at my grandmother's house right now, gaining back any weight i might have lost over the summer. Yesterday my grandma and i went to see the movie Camp and oh. my god. it was fucking AWESOME!! I haven't liked a movie so much since i saw Moulin Rouge (or maybe Chicago) but i think i even liked it better than those. Seriously, you can't describe it. It is about an acting summer camp and the kids who go there (yeah, i know, Act One) and is so good!! It reminds me so much of act one.... except with less sexual innuendo and with actual black people, not just white people who think they're black. There is even a gay Mexican guy! The musical numbers are great, and so is pretty much everything else! Vlad grated my nerves just a little bit more than i think he's supposed to, but everyone else was just great! I recommend this movie to anyone, but especially anyone who loves to perform. Well, thats all for now

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[26 Aug 2003|09:37pm]

[ mood | drained ]

[ music | Everything's Alright Jesus Christ Superstar ]

Quote of the Day:
"When life gives you lemons, hand them right back to life and say, "Make your own damn lemonade!"
- Some comedian

Well, my first two days of school are officially over, and boy, doesn't my year look promising! Let me give you a little overview of my classes:

Spanish 4: The first thing my teacher says to us as we walk into the room is to inform us that we should expect homework everyday and just to prove her point assigns a 5 page packet that she deems as "muy facil." Muy facil my ass. Next we proceed to picking apart a painting by some spanish artist. That might have been interesting except for the fact that i am surrounded by imbeciles who can only remember enough spanish to make deep, meaningful comments such as "es rojo" or "es triste." YEAH, it's red! congratulations! You want to expand on that?

Chem: You'd think that after having five years of bad luck when it comes to lab partners, the O Mighty One might have cut me a break. But no, it doesn't look like it. I'm not really sure how to describe him, so i will let his T-shirt do it for him. His shirt reads "Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of those who threaten it." Wow. It's nice to know i'm handling explosives with someone so openminded.

PE: Have you ever noticed how every gym teacher is the EXACT same? Tall, muscular, drill sergeant voice, steriod induced temper and a some kind of facial hair. And i'm not just talking about the men. Well, this one did not excape the stereotype. He spent the whole class walking around the desks eating peanut butter out of a jar and explaining the rewards of a career in physical education.

Humanities: It's not a good sign when you are sitting in class being bored out of your mind when you suddenly come to the startling realization that you are smarter than your teacher. It's an even worse sign when you realize it the second you walk into the room. Take my humanities teachers for example. Yes, teachers. It takes two of them to teach a class. I just figure that the school board thought that if they both have half of a normal IQ, then the two of them together might be able to teach a class. We spent the class listening about last year's students achievements, from their hook ups and break ups to the Monet cupcakes and excursions to the Spaghetti Warehouse. Oh what a fun, fun year this is going to be.

Next time....the Amazing Adventures of Doughnut Man and Hole Boy!

Alex

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The Life and Times of Norma Jean Baker [25 Aug 2003|05:51pm]

[ mood | peaceful ]

[ music | Home on the Range (Damn the Good Humor Man!) ]

Quote of the Day:
"Louie, I think this is the start of a beautiful relationship."
- Humphrey Bogart, Casablanca

First off, i would like to say that my name is NOT Norma Jean Baker, it is Alex. I suppose you are wondering why I chose that name for my for my web journal alterego (i don't know if that is one word or two, ahhh screw it!) Norma Jean Baker is, in fact, the REAL name of Marilyn Monroe. Before the fame, money, fans, golden locks and prescription pills, Marilyn Monroe was a factory working brunette named Norma Jean Baker.

Lots of people start online journals with the intent of become a new person, the person they always wanted to be, but never were. They like the idea of smoothing away the wrinkles in their personality; there goes the F i got in PreCalc, there goes my parent's divorce, there goes my acne -until all that is left is THEIR Marilyn. Perfect, popular, famous, and platinum blond. No more poor brown haired orphan, shuttled from one foster home to the next.

Not me. I am going to lay my heart and soul on the line. My rants, raves, problems....and my very real successes. No Marilyn metamorphosis for me! I am perfectly happy to stay Norma Jean Baker.

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