Wednesday, July 31, 2002

just can't leave that dog alone

last night, laylee and i went to bookstar. we looked at the mammoth book of erotica or whatever, but it was really terrifying. we looked at other photography books, like this one with photographs all of women (some of them were famous and some of them were just normal people). it was pretty cool, but we didn't like the pictures of the government women because they looked so posed. then we walked to turtle's and looked at CDs we couldn't buy. actually, i had $10 so i could have bought something used but i didn't really see much of anything. laylee remembered that she had to return her movies to blockbuster that night, so she called her brother on her cell but he wouldn't take them. we called kevin to see if we could attack him, and elise answered his cell phone.
elise: where are you?
me: turtle's.
elise: turtle's music? do we know where that is? ....ok don't move. you can breathe, but don't move.
and so a few minutes later, she and kevin and robin goodwin showed up. we hung out at turlte's for a little while longer, before piling into kevin's car and going to my house. (the ride in the back seat was very intimate, as i was squished between laylee and robin.) at my house, i just ran in to tell my dad who i was with and that he didn't have to pick me up, and i grabbed the camera. we decided to go to java cabana, which turned out to be closed, so we just walked around cooper-young, and then further down cooper. i got some good footage, but some of it is REALLY dark since they didn't want me to use the night shot the whole time. i filmed a lot of the backs of kevin, elise, laylee, and robin as i walked behind them. we got some nice conversation footage. some dancing. elise jumping on kevin's back. pretending to pet the cats through the glass at house of mews. the monkees walk. elise filmed the cute guy who works at black lodge (video store). the weirdest part of the evening was when we were standing in this empty parking lot place, on cooper. the place that's filled with children's games at the cooper-young festival. (yes, i pretended that i was on the moon bounce thing.) and uh. there were three people walking by and elise yelled "can we interview you?" and they were like "sure" and they came over and elise told them we didn't really have any questions. after a couple seconds i realized that one of them was morgan, from the our own voice production of the play "spurt of blood." i was trying to think of a quote i could say from the play that would show i knew who he was but the only thing i could think of was "SHOW ME YOUR TITS" and that wouldn't have been very appropriate. you know, though, i always end up seeing morgan everywhere. like once he was at my school for some reason. and i see him at bus stops sometimes, and outside blockbuster. once i saw him at otherlands (where he apparently works) and i said, "hi, morgan!" because i forgot he didn't know me. he was kinda like "...hi?" because my dad and my sister were the ones in a play with him, not me. i forgot i guess. anyway, the other guy said that they were watching entries for a film festival thing and elise asked what movies they were about to watch. they said they didn't know the titles, but they'd just watched one called romeo and juliet revisited. and if you didn't know. that's the movie katherine, brittany, morgan, and i made for katherine and i's english extra credit assignment. katherine entered it in the film festival for god knows what reason, but i had nothing to do with it. that just about killed me of embarassment. it was very very very weird. it was a wild and wacky night.

Nabikichan086: hell, i didnt think you'd be this crazy when i first met you
To: koolsilver@yahoo.com
From: Cellorock@aol.com
Subject: Re: huntsville show

Thanks for your letter. And thanks for the Daisy info; we will contact them.
You should contact the club in Huntsville. Often, underage people can get in with their parents.
I prefer a younger crowd to tell you the truth.
Tell the club I said so!!
-Melora
(Rasputina)

Monday, July 29, 2002

To: mail@rasputina.com
From: koolsilver@yahoo.com
Subject: huntsville show

dear rasputina,
we were going to come see your show in atlanta, but our parents don't want to drive that far, since we live in memphis. they were willing, however, to drive us to the show two days later in huntsville. it took some convincing, since it's the night before the first day of school, but eventually they said it was cool. then we discovered that you can't buy tickets for that show at ticketmaster.com and eventually we found a web site that said the show was only for ages 19+. seeing as we are only 14, 15, and 14 this is very distressing. we are very disappointed that we can't come to your concert. we were really looking forward to it. it would have been a great way to start the school year (sleeping through the first day). if you ever play in the south again, you should come here to memphis, at the new daisy theatre, which is all-ages. you can email them about booking shows at newdaisy@newdaisy.com. we might be able to convince our parents to take us to atlanta, but it's very doubtful. keep up the good work, but keep your younger fans in mind!

love,
becca, laylee, and alanna

walking down the alley, she's not scared

on friday night, brittany called and asked if she could come over. so she did. we stayed up way too late, considering that i had been awake for about 34 hours. mom woke us up around 11am or something and took brittany, morgan, and i to laylee's yard sale. she said she was about to call us and get her brother arman to take us over to my house, so that's a pretty funny coincidence. we were going to buy some things, but laylee's wonderful mother just gave it all to us, which was very sweet of her. we terrified arman. brittany filmed some things with laylee's camera. mom did end up buying laylee's futon, which is now brittany's bed. no, brittany does NOT live at our house, but she might as well, which is why we bought a bed for her. so we kidnapped laylee, dragged her to young avenue deli, and made her spend the night. but i'm getting ahead of myself. when we got back home, we all .. sat around a while and tried to pass the time. we ate sonic. and watched mom's bird film. very arty, let me tell you. if you didn't know, we were going to go to the dishes concert at young avenue deli, that we weren't supposed to go to. we got to young avenue deli around 8:30 or something. when we'd called earlier, they said the show would start around 10:30. the men at the door asked if we were 21. dad was a very good actor. he was "surprised" when they asked him to pay $5 to get in. he said we wanted to eat dinner. (if you didn't know, young avenue deli is a bar/restaurant and anyone can come in to eat, but or some reason, during shows they only let 21+) so they let us in. we sat in the third booth from the door, which is on the wall away from the stage, but that makes it a good seat when people start to stand up. and the place is pretty small anyway so we had a really great view of the stage. laylee and i ordered 1/2lb hot dogs w/ cheese. i got a root beer like mom suggested so it would look like we were drinking (which is the whole reason that we weren't supposed to be there, you see). i realized that we were sitting in a booth next to the paper hearts, who were also scheduled to play that night. it was so crazy being right there next to them. i also informed everyone that the dishes were setting up on the stage, so we figured they were playing first and that was good because that was who we really cared about. these guys came in and put this disco camel and some fake flame thingies on the booth behind us. we assumed they were snowglobe, which was another band that was supposed to play. HOWEVER! they turned out to be from camel cigarettes. they took their little camel statue thingies and set them up next to the paper hearts' merchandise, and instantly this line formed. it took us a while to figure out that if you showed your driver's license, they gave you like. this case of free camel cigarettes. we all ate very slowly, but i finished last of course. did you ever doubt me? near the end of my hot dog, the bouncer guy from the door came back and said that we couldn't stay because we were under 21, and he didn't even MENTION the alcohol. he told us that it was illegal for us to be under the same roof as the people giving out cigarettes.... but they were carding anyway, so why did it matter? and dad was there, as if he'd stand by that. so the guy left and we were very depressed and panicked and dad paid for our food. we overheard the bouncer guy telling the paper hearts, in the booth behind us, that they were supposed to kick out their under 21 guests, but they weren't going to since they were "with the band" and brittany turned around and said, "can we be with you?" but they just laughed. dad went to the bathroom, and brittany asked the woman from the paper hearts if we could say we were with them so that they wouldn't kick us out. she was just like "we aren't from around here, we don't know about the policy, blah dee blah dee blah" and we were just about to leave when we saw two women from the dishes again! so brittany, laylee,and i all got up at once and went over to them. brittany (our mouthpiece) said to the lead guitarist, "are you with the dishes?" and she nodded. brittany continued, "we came to see your show, and they're going to kick us out because we're under 21 because of the camel booth." and mrs. dishes was like "THAT'S SHIT! THOSE FUCKING AGOIGIEIOAGIE THEY CAN'T DO THAT" because she has this biiiig thing against smoking. "YOU'RE NOT LEAVING, THEY'RE LEAVING." and we were like "awesome!!!" she told sarah, the lead vocalist/guitarist before she went outside to talk to Mr. Bouncer and we sat back down. about two seconds later, they came over because she had to point us out to the bouncer guy so that he would know who we were and whatnot. oh man it was great. kiki the lead guitarist asked my father if he was somebody's dad. when he said yes, she wanted to know "isn't that enough!?" but dad said "apparently not. they begged me to take them here tonight." so we were all excited, but our waitress was sore that we got to stay, i think. so the dishes show was really really really cool, and brittany filmed the whole thing. i made a clip of sarah acknowledging our existence on stage, but brittany won't let me upload it yet so IM me if you want to see it. the bassist was very sweet-looking but i didnt really get to talk to her. laylee says that they noticed afterwards that we had a camera, but didn't seem to mind. and apparently, earlier that day they'd been in a wreck! and some of their equipment was screwed up so they had a few technical problems, but they were so great. dad said that they were his favorite of the three bands, which is funny because he came to see Snowglobe. after the show, laylee, brittany, and i bought shirts and i bought their new cd (but i maybe should have bought the old one, as it will be harder to find.) and it took me all night long, but i got all four Dishes to sign the little cd insert. the drummer was a different guy than the person who played on the album that i bought (actually, i don't know if he's played on any albums) but he laughed and signed it anyway. it was wonderful. snowglobe played next, and i liked some of the things they did a lot. i think i liked them more than dad, but i'm not sure. he said their sound wasn't what he was expecting. i filmed a bit of them, but the tape said "five minutes left" before they started to get really interesting (as a live act) so i cut it off, and taped five minutse of the paper hearts show. we left after four songs, though, because we were tired and it was late (around 1:30) and they were a little too country for our tastes. back at home, we went to bed right after we put the show into my computer. today, we woke up kind of late. we basically just sat around all day. we put on harriet the spy, but brittany got picked up before it was over and then laylee got a call from her brother and his girlfriend that they were at sonic and they were coming to get her. so we stood outside waiting for them and filmed each other and she left and the end.

Friday, July 26, 2002

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

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my results change every time i take this thing!! i'm posting my results from november 19 in the commentaries.
laylee deleted her freaking commentaries AGAIN and i am off to fix them AGAIN. that girl.
i accidentally stayed up all night. to make up for it, i am staying up all day.

Thursday, July 25, 2002

today i woke up at 6pm, meaning that i missed getting to go to the zoo with brittany and her family. that was very upsetting.

i'm supposed to pass this along.

"Hi, my name is Jillian Leggatt and I am a graduate student at the University of Windsor, in Ontario, Canada. I am trying to find Riot Grrrls, between the ages of 14 and 19 (currently living in North America) to participate in a study I am doing. I am looking at how exposure to different types of ideas about what it means to be a girl may influence the way that teenage girls feel and think about themselves. Participation in the study involves the completion of a questionnaire (either over the web or on paper) and it takes around 45 minutes.
Participating in this study will give you a chance to explore some of your thoughts and beliefs about yourself, society, and the importance of attractiveness. In addition, the results of this study may be used to help other girls and young women with problems they may have in these areas. If you do decide to participate, your name will be entered
in a draw to win $100US as a thank-you for your help.
If you (or anyone you know) is a female between the ages of 14 and 19 and are interested in participating, simply visit the web site at http://cronus.uwindsor.ca/jillian1. (please forward this message to anyone you know that fits the description). If you are under 18 I also need your parents to fill in a consent form. For legal reasons this consent form must be printed out and mailed to me.
You can also fill out a paper and pencil version of the questionnaire (then you can avoid tieing up your internet connection, the cost of mailing me a parental concent form if you are under 18, etc). I would be happy to send you a paper version of the questionnaire package as well as a self-addressed, stamped envelope for your to send it back. If you would prefer that just send your name and address to my e-mail address leggatt@uwindsor.ca or jleggatt1@cogeco.ca
You can also contact me via email if you have any other questions or comments about my study.
I am having some difficulty getting the number of people I need so even if you can't participate, please pass on this message to any female riot grrrls between the ages of 14 and 19 (currently living in North America).
Thank you very much for your time,
Sincerely, Jillian"



which francesca lia block girl are you?
(quiz created by shelle)


the picture isn't very accurate is it. oh well, i don't care. i like that i got witch baby. i always thought i was witch baby.

Tuesday, July 23, 2002

you ought to be proud that i'm getting good marks
tracy is awesome. i found out that she has a livejournal thing, she's getting married, and she's a substitute teacher! i have never had a sub with a tongue piercing before. it would be so cool to see her in school some time. she also helped me get my own livejournal which i do intend to use. maybe i'll post the same thing at both places hahaa. or i can put up a slightly editted version there or something. who knows. anyway, the community there is really awesome.
i have decided that aj is not only The Dude from the big lebowski, but he is also clifford. you know. from clarissa explains it all. yeah. thats the guy. with the jacket.
also, i have a week's worth of posts up on this page! yes! i encourage you to scroll through them and remember all the good times we've had. not that anyone is actually reading this. the comment system wasn't worth it.

Monday, July 22, 2002

it's a cold cold world for a high school girl

brittany just went home (9:30 or thereabouts). when we woke up on sunday... well i can't rightly remember. oh yeah. we woke up around 12pm and lay in bed and talked for about an hour. then just when we were getting up, dad came and told us that he was leaving so he gave me $10 for us to go get sonic. brittany took a shower while i imported the celebration dance from unbecoming onto the computer, with plans to edit later. eventually, we moseyed on down to the sonic, with my camera, and we had a nice time filming things. like a bum and his collection of whatnots, including a sonic peppermint, napkins, cigarettes, one of those communion glasses, etc. there was this great bird eating a french fry, who kept hopping all over the place. after we finished eating, we walked across the street to the famous Service Over Self building and filmed it and filmed the guy picking up trash and his molester mustache. we came home and dad took us to the library. brittany got animal dreams by barbara kingsolver for her required summer reading, and the dolls house which is the second collection in the sandman series by neil gaiman. then we got the big lebowski because it's on the list of movies that kevin and elise are compiling that i have to see. we also got being john malkovich and backbeat. when we got back home, we editted the unbecoming celebration dance video. it looks as good as something that i filmed can. i might put up a clip, if brittany gives me permission. by the time we finished, it was raining, so we set up the camera in the window and danced around on my drive way. then we took the camera onto the porch, put it on top of the trash can, and played in a puddle (and the yard of a house for sale) across the street. i scraped my toe whilst kicking water at brittany. after a bit we came in and took showers before watching our beautiful home movies and then the big lebowski which was funny. the night before we'd watched fight club which we enjoyed and i would like to see again. parts of it reminded me of lord of the flies, which i didnt really like. you know, though, i meant enjoy that book more if i read it on my own. god damn, i had a horrible teacher that year. she kept trying to force her symbolism from that book on us. "the mulberry birthmark is foreshadowing symbolism that he's going to die in a fire," etc. i hate that woman. anyway though. maybe i should read the fight club book. (jerel obivously thinks i should.) after our movie was over was over, brittany and i messed with our movie and went online for a while before we went to bed, where we watched rushmore. (well, i watched it. i'd never seen the whole thing. brittany started trying to fall asleep before it was over. i don't know if she succeeded. we probably should have put on rat race, which would have entertained her more.) i ate three pieces of pizza and burned one and a half sticks of vanilla incense (two different brands) before the movie was over. and i had some organic apple juice. wonderful. today i woke up about 12:30 and started trying to edit the fact recitations and post show for unbecoming. before long, brittany came in, and we spent the best part of the day editting footage for our movie. it was long and tedious but we worked through it. our movie is about 30 minutes long so far. it's not really a "documentary" or anything. it's just us being stupid. it's fun. who knows if it will entertain anyone else, though. and it's not just US. it's my family and kevin and elise and laylee and random people on the street. after that, we watched being john malkovich which was creepy. we had wendy's for dinner and did brittany's music log and then she went home. she left her pillow here.

Sunday, July 21, 2002

brittany just forced me to CUT OFF ALL HER HAIR

i'm not part of your circle of friends

brittany is over. she is using my house as her portal to the outside world before she enters the realm of the Week-long Hermit, in which she has no internet and no phone and no transportation for a week because her family is moving. she's on the phone right now with aj, in the other room and i am not disturbing them. he was supposed to come to memphis at some point this month, but it got pushed back to august and now it doesn't look like it's going to happen at all. but then again i'm not surprised, as nothing that gets planned ever happens when it gets planned by brittany.

Saturday, July 20, 2002

burn down the disco, hang the dj

dad woke me up, like i asked him to, at 11am so that we could watch what i filmed from the three performances of unbecoming. we need to get done this weekend, so we didn't have time to edit it fancy. we just picked which version of each scene we liked best. actually, i'm supposed to splice one of the dances and i've already smashed together two halves of tell yourself, featuring my lovely sister. i think i'm going to upload a clip from it. (don't worry, brittany, it's really tiny! i found out how to do it. i can even do a streaming one.) i was also going to talk about synesthesia in this post, and how there are now images available for you to look at on the web site. to see them, go here. you have to manually change the number in the url from 002 to 003 to see more (and et cetera) but there aren't too many. so go.
COMMANDER VENUS MAKES ME INCREDIBLY HAPPY, THEREBY DESTORYING ITS ENTIRE PURPOSE AND I DON'T CARE.
take the francesca lia block book quiz!

If you were a Francesca Lia Block book, which one would you be? take the quiz here!

i KNEW i would get this. is anyone else surprised? i like the idea of this quiz. i wonder what other choices there are? i took it with alternate answers and got:
take the francesca lia block book quiz!

If you were a Francesca Lia Block book, which one would you be? take the quiz here!

i'm not sure which one is more appropriate. what do you think? as a book, i like echo better. .....i think. SO HARD TO CHOOSE. ;_;
hey counterfeit fake

i watched pulp fiction. i'm not going to ramble this time, i promise. i don't really know what i thought about it. i'm glad i saw it, i think. there were parts that were really funny, obviously. it's a strange movie. a movie that everyone should see. but... odd. one thing that i thought was kinda weird was that the whole time we were watching it i kept thinking about violet from violet and claire by francesca lia block. violet wanted to be a directer and she wanted to direct a movie. she made some comments about how her movie would be something like pulp fiction. i have always associated that movie with that book and now i'm not sure what to think about violet's movie. i didn't imagine it like that. maybe i should read the book again.

Friday, July 19, 2002

aLittleStarlight: sorry i disappeared
Glee Rainstar: sokay whered yu go
aLittleStarlight: the bathroom
aLittleStarlight: only to discover that
aLittleStarlight: the biggest puddle of pee ever created is covering half my room
aLittleStarlight: and i literally waded into it.
Glee Rainstar: ew...!!

my sins: they only belong to me

this evening, while dad and i were watching pete and pete, right after i finished eating my spaghetti with clam sauce and i was about to get some organic apple juice, the doorbell rang. dad answered the door as i quickly tried to quickly rid myself of spaghetti with clam sauce smell. (i don't know if it worked, but i was tasting it for a huge portion of the evening. i wish i had gotten some apple juice earlier.) elise was dressed crazy great because it was dress up day at theatre camp or something. (i REALLY wish i'd brought the camera with me, but i'd thought we were going to be dancing.) her initial outfit was normal enough (shorts, tie-dye tank top) but she had on this great scarf thing and someone had colored her short, bleached hair with a pink crayola marker and given her crazy dark eye makeup. kevin asked where the dog was, meaning irie, meaning she's on vacation, sorry to disappoint him. so we went to the infamous shell in overton park, but the thing we had been planning to go to was cancelled due to rain. (it wasn't raining then, but it had been earlier.) so we drove around for a while. kevin tried to pawn me. eventually, when we ended up back at overton park and laughed at old people playing golf, we decided to go to peabody place, because elise wanted to dance and she figured we could dance next to the bowling in jillian's. so we got there and first we went to hot topic where i was repeatedly terrified and i repeatedly annoyed elise and kevin, with my dislike for everything (which i also did in the car, with choice of music. i wouldnt have complained about some things but elise is wonderful and she actually asked and she knows i dont like john mayer. even though kevin did seem to enjoy my noise of terror at that superman song). elise asked the hot topic people why they didn't have sex pistols shirts and the guy tried to sell her a punk rock magazine that they didn't actually have. she ended up buying pixie wings and put them on immediately. as she said later, we must have been quite the threesome parading around peabody place. elise looked was telling everyone who commented on her outfit that she was a faery. crowds already part because of kevin's big, red, white-boy fro. and then of course me, kind of trailing along most of the time. but it was really nice. i didn't feel unincluded or anything, which i think is something that can EASILY happen when a couple and a friend all go out someplace together. at jillian's, elise and i walked to the lower floor and looked at the bowling. nobody was dancing, so we found kevin who was exhausting himself playing .. some game. elise did her monologe for me, which was great, but i probably shouldve asked her another time because she couldnt get COMPLETELY into it, seeing as we were in public. meaning, she couldn't start screaming like she was supposed to. let's see. we went into tower. we looked at magazines. there was this japanese magazine called cutie or something and whenever we looked at it, kevin and i started singing minimoni. except that all i could do was "minimoni telephone" and "ding ding ding" and he knew REAL WORDS and elise went crazy. elise and kevin tried to read some japanese thing about cowboy bebop and i read the le tigre article in the magazine i already bought (aehioaghe). the music in the store was giving me a really bad headache. we looked at posters (amazing how many were scantily-clad/nude women!) around that point we figured it was time to leave. elise went into this chocolate store while kevin and i marvelled at this gigantimous stuffed bear that was sitting on this bench outside the store, wearing this little shirt that said "give me the chocolate and nobody gets hurt." we were just discovering that it was chained to the bench when this security guard came up and started talking to us and telling us that like. some 10-year-old boy had donated the bear and the bench and said that he wanted to see them whenever he came back. that some 3-year-old boy named him Peabody Boy. that some man had offered $10 million for the bear and they wouldnt sell. so elise and kevin and i started to leave, you know, go to the escalators, and he CAME WITH US and that scared me. well you know. i guess it was just annoying, but i dont think it bothered kevin and elise (of course). we were leaving the parking garage and we discovered that it had been raining, hard, and it was lightning everywhere. kevin's dad called to find out if we had gotten caught in the rain, which we obviously hadn't. they were just about to drop me off back at home (my head was killing me) when we decided to go to sonic instead! bliss! sonic! wondrous! kevin treated elise and i, which was very nice and i love him. elise had a fudge sundae, kevin had an m&m blast, and i had an oreo blast. to put it bluntly, it was a fucking great time. i think there was something in the ice cream because we all got REALLY hyper and we were laughing at everything. at one point, when elise finished her sundae, she wanted to put the trash on that little desk thing thats under the ordering thing. so kevin rolled down the window and he was trying to put it on there and he dropped it and elise and i laughed really loudly for a long time kevin was unsuccessfully attempting to get the cup and put it back on the thingie. needless to say, the whole place was looking at us. including this group of christian youth, from across the street at the Service Over Self place. when they were leaving, they were all staring at us funny so elise started screaming (the windows were rolled down unfortuneately) but they probably heard her anyway. the whole thing was really funny, i can't even tell you. unfortuneatly, we had to go home eventually. so we did. it was raining. but apparently right after they dropped me off here, right next to the cuban restaurant that used to be captain d's, some guy tried to merge INTO kevin, who swerved and ran over the curb but managed to keep the car and its passengers intact. bravo.
please note the beautiful picture of the recently built SOS building. it's across the street from sonic. in that image, you should be seeing midtown foods, the antique place, and (across the street) the smart mart, the laundromat, a real sky. that kind of thing. i guess they don't want to admit that they built their new thingie in a pretty ugly place so they had to put big fake clouds/sky on it to make it look godly. and i don't seem to remember the road being so black and the grass being so green. come to think, IS there any grass there? i will have to go take a real picture of it tomorrow for you guys. someone remind me.

Thursday, July 18, 2002

try this trick and spin it

i watched part of amélie again while i ate my love pasta or whatever it's called. i will tell you now, that was the longest it has ever taken me to make packaged macaroni. first, there were no clean pots. so i had to wash one, no big deal. but to do so, i had to load the dishwasher because there was literally no room in the sink for anything. i was very pleased to discover that there was ONE bowl left. long story short, my pasta was invaded by ants, i missed most of the movie, and half the macaroni landed on the floor before i got a chance to eat it.
then dad came to take me away to the oral surgeon's before amélie was over. in the car, i was reading feed and i was telling him about this filet mignon farm, in the book, and a couple other things. and people that the author was compared to. my poor father. he's hardly read any of the classics. he just saw the movie. the oral surgery checkup itself was really wonderful. just because nothing happened. we spent a couple minutes in the waiting room. i read a little more in feed and dad read some money magazine. the people called me in and i listened to that horrible "sister christian" song. then mr. oral surgeon came and said that my mouth looks "great" and that one of the thingies is getting a lot of exposure. or something. which is good, as far as i can tell. and i told him that my mouth/teeth/whatnot still hurts/is tender and he said that it will continue to do that until i see the orthodontist. but i think that it will still hurt when i see the orthodontist becuase the orthodontist is an EVIL MAN. anyway, he told me to keep rinsing my mouth with sat water. so then we left. it was really easy. i discovered my father in the waiting room reading in the middle of my book. as it turns out, he'd gotten interested in it, and for my father, that means he read the last page. and apparently he didn't think it was much of an ending, so he read the page before that. and then the whole chapter, and the chapter before that. and he's crazy. (the chapters are not very long. you leave the man alone for five minutes...) to say the least, i HATE reading ahead and people who read ahead.
so he took me to turtle's and i had planned to spend my allowance on a new cd case. but they didn't have the kind i wanted which really sucks. i'm not that picky about them, believe me, but i wanted the long kind that holds. who knows. however many it holds. 48 or something? that really annoyed me that they didn't have ANY. they didn't have what i was looking for along the lines of UPCOMING BIRTHDAYS..... so i got surfer rosa by the pixies and whip-smart (used) by liz phair. for myself. let's see though. surfer rosa is ok, but i don't like it nearly as much as doolittle. well, at least not yet. you never know. it took me a while to get as into doolittle as i am right now, which is kind of why i ended up buying another pixies album today. i haven't listened to liz phair yet because i put it in the computer just now and it wouldn't register and it popped back out. and that worries me. i better go see if it plays elsewhere.
so soon i'm off to overton park with kevin and elise to see if the thing is actually happening. apparently no one is sure? or not about the time anyway. if the thing isn't actually happening, we're going to do other things.