i have a headache, yet i'm listening to 7 year bitch at high volumes. i am one smart punk rocker.
i guess i'll just continue where i left off yesterday... on saturday i was awoken by the ringing of grandma on the line. i talked to her for just a few minutes, but it was still nice. i love that woman. she is made of heaven. she had the flu all week long, but she's better, and is now able to send back all the shit we left in georgie. ho ho. santa grandma. at any rate, i couldn't go back to sleep after that (especially with fucking cramps), so i lumbered and lulled around the house, broke fast with a cheerio. i think i forgot to eat the rest of the day, except for that. i called brock around noon to discuss plans, but we talked a good while as always. he was working on art junts, and we planned to take some photos for him to work with later in the day. he skipped AP art class to stay home and paint what he wanted, how cool is that? while he did that, i called every human being i know and invited them to see "big fish" or hang out. robin's makeshift birthday obviously didn't happen, which was too bad. we didn't go to hedwig either. in fact we didn't go to big fish. it was sold out. i'm getting ahead of myself.
i made so many fucking calls. good god did i ever. i don't know if i've ever dialed so many numbers. sigh. after utterly NO ONE picked up, i started listening to kristin hersh and throwing muses, which you can probably infer from saturday's posts. i won't go on another tangent about her right now... although i very easily could. let's just say i've been not only reading up on her via biographies and whatnot, i listened to nothing else voluntarily all weekend. and now she's on my desktop, looking at me all cute. ohhh kristin. hellooooooo!
after a while, laylee got online. she was the only person who was free to hang out, which is ironical because she had already seen big fish on friday, and therefore i couldn't even see her for too long. she got here at 4something. we busied ourselves playing in the underwear drawers, making my bed creak, cuddling, and taking a shower. which is where we were when brock arrived (HE DROVE! HE DROVE!). he and morgan listened to the darkness together and screamed "YOU CUNT" all through the house. laylee and i could not hear because we were screaming "ALL TOGETHER NOW" all through the bathroom, which is much more pleasant. we yelled at brock to come sit in the bathroom and talk to us while we showered, but apparently he couldn't hear us. bitch. sallis also arrived shortly after. who knew? we were playing with loofahs. i think the shower and post-shower turned out much longer than we had intended so by the time we were dressed, we only got like 10 minutes to hang out before we left for the movie. since brock and sallis are both upstanding citizens, they could each take only one person in the car. meaning laylee had to stay alone at my house until her dad could pick her up... i feel really bad about that. but it's my fault for having no vehicular notions. and hers too. aha. so brock drove me, and sallis drove morgan. car stories:
-brock and i nearly died several times, and rocked out to the ramones. quietly so that brock could concentrate.
-morgan got sallis to scream "GET YOUR HANDS OFFA MY WOMAN, MOTHERFUCKER" into the traffic of the night. bloody brilliant.
so we got to the theater (in a sense. brock had to park at wild oats because we were terrified of all the car people) and of course the movie was sold out. however, we ran into william and talked to him for a few minutes before he snuck into 21 grams, which was also sold out. i like that he tried to buy a ticket before sneaking in, though. good boy. i would've suggested we sneak into big fish, but it's impossible to do that with 4 people, even if the place is crowded. and it wasn't that big a deal. so we spent forever and ever in the freezing winter trying to decide what to do next. finally, we decided to rent a movie at black lodge, and watch it at my house. since brock and sallis are upstanding children, they had to call their parents to tell them the plannn. brock's parents said that black lodge was too far for him to drive, and sallis's parents didn't want him at my house with no adults there. (it astonishes me that either of them gave this much detail. i must be a bad, bad kid for slightly filtering.) after some more freezing plan-making, we trooped off to blockbuster to get a movie, which we would watch at brock's. it was very east memphis. brock parked us by the wedding store thing. i asked, "when are you gonna marry me???" in my most obnoxious voice, but the man still refuses to set a date. *sigh* men. it was further discovered that three indecisive 16-year-olds, and one bored 14-year-old do not get anything done. we must have looked over every movie in the place twice. morgan was wretchedly impatient but not really helping choice-wise, brock was mulling sort of, sallis would not really give his opinion, and i was about to pass out with hunger. we ended up getting "a life less ordinary" which i wasn't too happy about, since i'dd seen it twice. and twice is a lot for me... i don't usually like to watch movies over and over, even (especially) if they're good. which this one is. by the time we got to brock's, (after a train and an impromptu stop at chick-fillah to fillah my little insides) i didn't care about the movie choice. but i sort of forgot that movies are always different, depending on who you watch them with. ho ho. hunger-stupid alanna. but seeing anything with brock is awesome, for the obvious reason that brock happens to be awesome, along with the fact that he's so vocal and great. plus he ate 24 chicken nuggets and a bag of large waffle fries all by his lonesome. jesus christ on a cracker. so the movie was great even a third time. ewan mcgreggor makes me so happy, and he is so much hotter than cameron diaz. even though this is her best film, she pales in the presence of the ewan. seriously. watch the dance sequence. although her inability to sing is pretty charming. oh yeah, brock's brother wesley watched the movie with us, too. the last few times i've been over there, wesley has been pretty cool about hanging out with us. although i feel like a total ass because of my sailor mouth gutter teeth. oh shudder. what will happen to that poor boy? only 10, and full of Alanna Korrupt. morgan has full experience, and should counsel him. sallis had to leave at the tip end of the movie, and i think he was probably late getting home... sorry, sir! i'm glad you stayed the whole time, though. sarah had been at her house hanging out with matt, so she came and picked us up a few minutes later. amazingly enough, me, morgan, sarah, brock, wesley, and ms. peggy terwilleger stuck around the living room for a few minutes talking. it was awkwardly nice, in its way. i think it's always nice when brock's mom talks, simply because i think it reensures that she doesn't hate me. however, she does. ho ho ho. brock walked us to the door, and he let me hug him (even on terwilleger turf! wowza!). in the car, sarah said that she thought brock's mom didn't like her. oh well. who does she like? cordovians. which we are far from. thank god. ohhhh man i'm so mean. brock's mom needs to get used to me if i'm going to be brock's friend forever. hot damn. look out. *whip-crack* (on an entirely random side-note which only i will find interesting, brock said today after school that he feels more comfortable in our house than in his own house. i thought that was really awesome. kind of sad too. i want him to come live here so that we can have a reality show instead of a sitcom. le sigh. oh the things i want!) so. we got home... i can't remember anything. morgan and sarah fell asleep watching totoro. sarah realized this at some point, and dragged herself to the futon. i had to put morgan to bed, but she doesn't remember. therefore i won't get paid. i went to bed probably around 2am again, but who knows.
sunday was pretty uneventful also. when i woke up, sarah was already at work and would be there until 5:30. brock invited me to yogurt with him, but i was shocked and declined. looking back, i think i should've gone. i can never make up my mind about yoga, and i think GOING TO AN ACTUAL CLASS might help. why am i so dumb? oh well. we decided to see "big fish" and preordered our tickets this time. it was kind of funny, i realized later, because sarah invited matt, morgan invited chase, and i invited brock. we would've been three neat little psuedo-couples in the center of the backrow. funny that the guy from the real couple was the only one to decline. tsk tsk tsk, matt! it's okay. brock let me hold his hand and squeeze him a lot. not that he didn't need the same thing. nevermind. the point is i love brock movies and i ahve said so about 303030303030 times. i liked the movie a lot, but it wasn't as good as a lot of tim burton movies. the visuals were definitely more interesting than the plot. i would've liked the movie much more if it had been purely fantasy, instead of having the addition of the real-life things. even though i really liked the end (minus the last three seconds) which i won't give away by discussing it. i will admit to having soggy eyes, although i fared better than sarah. her shirt got all wet. i thought it was funny that the time i was most emotional in the movie was when brock wasn't at all (that i could tell), and therefore i only had my knees to hug. wahhhhhh. anyway that's fine. the movie was good. we all sad goodbye in the cold cold cold. brock drove home (YAYYY). we brought our pizza cafe leftovers back here, and i talked to mom and dad on the phone for a little while before blogging and going to bed.
this morning, our damn alarms did not work. sarah woke up at about 7:15, and asked if we were already getting ready. which we were not. so we tried to get ready as quickly as we could.. sarah took morgan to school where she was late for 2nd period history. i was already late to 2nd period twice last week (neither time was my fault!!!) and i am terrified of coach brooks, so we just drove around until it was time for 3rd period. when i went in, i ran straight into jenny, stole her engrish book, and scuddled to class. i was late, but that's okay. gahh. the day felt a LOT shorter than usual. if we didn't have homeroom, life would be better. am i complaining? anyway the day was fine. katherine drove me to d-k after school. i finished the book i've been working on, and i'm already sick of it there. i sat down to do my algae homework, but i was intensely distracted by my headache, babies running around the store screaming, eddie lee(?!) and his sister/girlfriend being dumb, and a very cute girl in a duck shirt sitting by the magazines. so i got two problems done. then sarah came, feeling crappy. we picked up morgan from foot's and trudged home. i finally got my own stupid english book from bookstar. stupid bookstar and their slow orders. i came home and i have been doing nothing ever since. this is the longest blog post god damn it all what's wrong with me. now i'm going to do my homework so that i can die. OH FUCK HISTORY TEST TOMORROW SAY WHAT?!~!?@1

listening to: the amazing plaid - the snake and its shadow