reading everyone's blog today has depressed me. now i'm thinking about hippos in holes. i don't really have anything else to say right now, but i will definitely blog about what a good weekend i had when i am feeling better. and i need to do some homework anyway.
guys, please be happy for me. someone give me some love.
Sunday, October 05, 2003
Saturday, October 04, 2003
sorry i didn't blog yesterday, kiddies.
just found a pretty awesome layouts site. it's hosted on the same place that i got this layout, but it's actually a searchable database of lots of different webdesigners. pretty fucking cool, and the layouts aren't half bad. the only problem is that (from what i have seen so far) they're all done in diaryland codes, so if you are a blogger kid, you have to mess with the html more than you might like to. i can help you out though, don't hesitate to ask. wootie woot.
yesterdayyyy i had an evil oral presentation in history. i don't really know how it went, but whitney said i sounded like i knew what i was talking about, and ms. ervin hugged me?? it was fucking nuts. she went at me full-frontal, and i hugged back. i can't even imagine what it looked like. but aside from that, yesterday was pretty nice. the presentation wasn't even that bad.
we also had a pep ralley. i sat next to brock until he left, and also laylee and becca. sitting next to them was funny because we basically just watched seniors that they liked. my friend whitney is a cheerleader ho ho ho and she is hilarious. especially during the pom pom routine, she was EXTREMELY over the top and "cheerleader! woowoo!" and she kept making "EAT DIRT" jokes at me and doing the cow dance. very funny to me.
after school, some kids were supposed to go hang out at lauren henry's house, but we had to go to my house and get the camera first. then lauren's mom drove lauren, lauren's sister sally, alice, brock, allison, and me to el mezcal. i had forgotten my money at home hahahah and just got water. i wasn't that hungry, anyway. i really need to learn to eat. i had had only one cracker all day and didn't eat anything else until like 8:30.
then we went to lauren h's house, and we filmed lots of silly silly things. allison and i sang dictator, but it was definitely not one of our best takes. allison had a guitar for some reason, which was funny, and she added a sort of repeated "go eat some fucking yogurt" thing that happened 3 or so times. but we haven't sang it for a really long time, so the lines were kinda off. i was NOT at my highest energy level, having gone to bed at like 3, and then 1 or so every other night of the week. so i need to learn to sleep, too. but it was great. maybe soon there will be some pictures up on the little random picture thing from there. who knows. it was a really nice night, though. even with my lack of energy, allison and i had a race as two of our favorite parody characters, the blankinship and the dragonkitty respectively. i am not sure who won. but after the race bit, we had something of a fight... i split allison's jeans and her lip. it was really hardcore, but i feel awful about it.
we also watched this old tape of katie robbins' 8th grade birthday party, which was hilarious. all the girls looked exactly the same, and the guys all looked tiny. there was an orgy, and it was hilarious. we also watched allison's tape of an ancient dance recital in which a girl collapses on another girl's head, and it's fucking funny. we ran around the backyard as power rangers and also reenacted the famous whitney's fall from the famous roof. (wow i have talked about 3 whitneys today, this is insane.)
inside, we danced around to this crazy techno-ass songs and it was hella funny. we also did this dance thing of allison's which was too much fun.g whahahe.
everyone had planned on going to the football game, but brock and i got picked up by my mom before that. i really wasn't in the mood, and a football game is no place to hang out with people, to me. surrounded by people you hate. shudder. plus, the battery on my camera was dead by then, and i didn't want to be at the game with no way of filming katherine and the drumline.
brock and i tried to call a few people, but none of them picked up. and everyone else was at the football game ahahaha. it was kind of ironic, i guess. wanting to hang out with people, instead of go to the game, and then that's where everyone else was. ah well. that's life. i'm still glad we didn't go, though. instead, we went to starbucks where a guy had fallen asleep in the drive-thru. it was really funny. i'm glad it was funny because otherwise it would've been bad, if something had happened to him in the driveway and he'd passed out. but he had just dozed off hahaha. mom went and woke him up, she's so nice. also ironic that right now she's talking to me about why she feels terrible as a mother, and how i'm RURNT.
ran into billy while walking to starbucks. luckily we didn't have to talk or anything because we were going opposite directions.
i ended up not even getting anything at starbucks. i figured if we were going to backyard burger to get something to eat, the coffee would clash. i'm so silly. but i'm glad, because i got a CHOCOLATE MILKSHAKE at bb. i love those motherfuckers. then we went by black lodge and rented three movies. when we got home, i showed mom the "here comes your man" video while brock was on the phone with his mom. she kept saying "i love this band! i wish i'd known about them in the 80s! this is a great video!" which made me really happy. imagine if she HAD known about them in the 80s, and i was raised on the pixies. imagine if i had seen them live, as a bouncing babe. man, my whole life would be different. i bet i'd have a band by now.
brock found my report card on the coffee table, and i felt fucking ret@rd*d and ashamed. we put on "pink flamingoes" which only mom had seen before. it was really different from what she remembered, and she said later that she was really emmbarrassed to have rented it for us. i like the fact that they only had one shot for every seen. but that's about it. brock left the room to blog, and mom and i took off that movie and put on "say anything" because john cusack is god. morgan and dad came home from rehearsal, and morgan left like 20 seconds later to spend the night at foot's. then brock's mom came to pick him up. at that point all my energy just swam out into the universe. i nearly fell asleep on the couch. i liked listening to "say anything" though, so i stayed in there. and i intended to go get on the computer, too. at one point i realized mom had gone to bed, and dad had replaced her on the couch next to me. he is THE loudest eater, and was eating these chips really really loudly, so i couldn't hear the movie anymore. i told him 4 times to quit eating so loudly. he didn't.
me: YOU ARE THE LOUDEST EATER!
dad: where are you going?
me: TO BED!!!
it was depressing, but i was really tired anyway, and i really need the sleep. pretty funny that friday was the only night this week i went to bed at a decent hour (11pm).
woke up this morning and was sort of staring at the sun on the bed, when mom brought me the phone. yayy it was katie! she is coming over at 5 to spend the night. i'm really excited. again, anybody have suggestions for something exciting to do?
i also planned to cd-shop with brock today. and the invitation for anybody who would like to hang out with me and katie is still very open.
i need to go to driving school.
here's a shout-out to Anonymous. don't know who you are, and don't really care to.
listening to: a Jane Siberry album my mom is playing in the kitchen
just found a pretty awesome layouts site. it's hosted on the same place that i got this layout, but it's actually a searchable database of lots of different webdesigners. pretty fucking cool, and the layouts aren't half bad. the only problem is that (from what i have seen so far) they're all done in diaryland codes, so if you are a blogger kid, you have to mess with the html more than you might like to. i can help you out though, don't hesitate to ask. wootie woot.
yesterdayyyy i had an evil oral presentation in history. i don't really know how it went, but whitney said i sounded like i knew what i was talking about, and ms. ervin hugged me?? it was fucking nuts. she went at me full-frontal, and i hugged back. i can't even imagine what it looked like. but aside from that, yesterday was pretty nice. the presentation wasn't even that bad.
we also had a pep ralley. i sat next to brock until he left, and also laylee and becca. sitting next to them was funny because we basically just watched seniors that they liked. my friend whitney is a cheerleader ho ho ho and she is hilarious. especially during the pom pom routine, she was EXTREMELY over the top and "cheerleader! woowoo!" and she kept making "EAT DIRT" jokes at me and doing the cow dance. very funny to me.
after school, some kids were supposed to go hang out at lauren henry's house, but we had to go to my house and get the camera first. then lauren's mom drove lauren, lauren's sister sally, alice, brock, allison, and me to el mezcal. i had forgotten my money at home hahahah and just got water. i wasn't that hungry, anyway. i really need to learn to eat. i had had only one cracker all day and didn't eat anything else until like 8:30.
then we went to lauren h's house, and we filmed lots of silly silly things. allison and i sang dictator, but it was definitely not one of our best takes. allison had a guitar for some reason, which was funny, and she added a sort of repeated "go eat some fucking yogurt" thing that happened 3 or so times. but we haven't sang it for a really long time, so the lines were kinda off. i was NOT at my highest energy level, having gone to bed at like 3, and then 1 or so every other night of the week. so i need to learn to sleep, too. but it was great. maybe soon there will be some pictures up on the little random picture thing from there. who knows. it was a really nice night, though. even with my lack of energy, allison and i had a race as two of our favorite parody characters, the blankinship and the dragonkitty respectively. i am not sure who won. but after the race bit, we had something of a fight... i split allison's jeans and her lip. it was really hardcore, but i feel awful about it.
we also watched this old tape of katie robbins' 8th grade birthday party, which was hilarious. all the girls looked exactly the same, and the guys all looked tiny. there was an orgy, and it was hilarious. we also watched allison's tape of an ancient dance recital in which a girl collapses on another girl's head, and it's fucking funny. we ran around the backyard as power rangers and also reenacted the famous whitney's fall from the famous roof. (wow i have talked about 3 whitneys today, this is insane.)
inside, we danced around to this crazy techno-ass songs and it was hella funny. we also did this dance thing of allison's which was too much fun.g whahahe.
everyone had planned on going to the football game, but brock and i got picked up by my mom before that. i really wasn't in the mood, and a football game is no place to hang out with people, to me. surrounded by people you hate. shudder. plus, the battery on my camera was dead by then, and i didn't want to be at the game with no way of filming katherine and the drumline.
brock and i tried to call a few people, but none of them picked up. and everyone else was at the football game ahahaha. it was kind of ironic, i guess. wanting to hang out with people, instead of go to the game, and then that's where everyone else was. ah well. that's life. i'm still glad we didn't go, though. instead, we went to starbucks where a guy had fallen asleep in the drive-thru. it was really funny. i'm glad it was funny because otherwise it would've been bad, if something had happened to him in the driveway and he'd passed out. but he had just dozed off hahaha. mom went and woke him up, she's so nice. also ironic that right now she's talking to me about why she feels terrible as a mother, and how i'm RURNT.
ran into billy while walking to starbucks. luckily we didn't have to talk or anything because we were going opposite directions.
i ended up not even getting anything at starbucks. i figured if we were going to backyard burger to get something to eat, the coffee would clash. i'm so silly. but i'm glad, because i got a CHOCOLATE MILKSHAKE at bb. i love those motherfuckers. then we went by black lodge and rented three movies. when we got home, i showed mom the "here comes your man" video while brock was on the phone with his mom. she kept saying "i love this band! i wish i'd known about them in the 80s! this is a great video!" which made me really happy. imagine if she HAD known about them in the 80s, and i was raised on the pixies. imagine if i had seen them live, as a bouncing babe. man, my whole life would be different. i bet i'd have a band by now.
brock found my report card on the coffee table, and i felt fucking ret@rd*d and ashamed. we put on "pink flamingoes" which only mom had seen before. it was really different from what she remembered, and she said later that she was really emmbarrassed to have rented it for us. i like the fact that they only had one shot for every seen. but that's about it. brock left the room to blog, and mom and i took off that movie and put on "say anything" because john cusack is god. morgan and dad came home from rehearsal, and morgan left like 20 seconds later to spend the night at foot's. then brock's mom came to pick him up. at that point all my energy just swam out into the universe. i nearly fell asleep on the couch. i liked listening to "say anything" though, so i stayed in there. and i intended to go get on the computer, too. at one point i realized mom had gone to bed, and dad had replaced her on the couch next to me. he is THE loudest eater, and was eating these chips really really loudly, so i couldn't hear the movie anymore. i told him 4 times to quit eating so loudly. he didn't.
me: YOU ARE THE LOUDEST EATER!
dad: where are you going?
me: TO BED!!!
it was depressing, but i was really tired anyway, and i really need the sleep. pretty funny that friday was the only night this week i went to bed at a decent hour (11pm).
woke up this morning and was sort of staring at the sun on the bed, when mom brought me the phone. yayy it was katie! she is coming over at 5 to spend the night. i'm really excited. again, anybody have suggestions for something exciting to do?
i also planned to cd-shop with brock today. and the invitation for anybody who would like to hang out with me and katie is still very open.
i need to go to driving school.
here's a shout-out to Anonymous. don't know who you are, and don't really care to.
listening to: a Jane Siberry album my mom is playing in the kitchen
Thursday, October 02, 2003
anyone up for rasputina in arkansas/alabama? i am not sure yet which one it is, because they typed the state name as 'AK' which could be a typo for AL or a mistake for AR.
i hope it's arkansas, because that city is closer. dear god how i'd love to see them.
lucky brandon. they are going to new orleans on halloween. that piece of shit better go.
i hope it's arkansas, because that city is closer. dear god how i'd love to see them.
lucky brandon. they are going to new orleans on halloween. that piece of shit better go.
oh my god. fuck missy elliott, "here comes your man" by the pixies is my new all-time favorite music video. the whole thing is entirely campy and hilarious. they wear bright colors and have this stupid little set and these stupid camera angles and these stupid effects. it's the best thing i've ever seen.
the absolute clencher:
as with everything else, pixies blow every other music video out of the water. lip-synching? forget about that shit. no, they don't JUST not do it. they parody the entire stupid lip-synching concept.
frank black sits there and pretends to play his little guitar and hangs his mouth wide open. and that's it, except for closing it at the end of a line.
HAHAHAAHHAAHAHHAHA. AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAH.
same deal with kim (yes that was a pun. god i'm clever.)
everyone go download this video. it's the best thing i've ever experienced.
the absolute clencher:
as with everything else, pixies blow every other music video out of the water. lip-synching? forget about that shit. no, they don't JUST not do it. they parody the entire stupid lip-synching concept.
frank black sits there and pretends to play his little guitar and hangs his mouth wide open. and that's it, except for closing it at the end of a line.
HAHAHAAHHAAHAHHAHA. AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAH.
same deal with kim (yes that was a pun. god i'm clever.)
everyone go download this video. it's the best thing i've ever experienced.
why i love mine mater:
(two insightful conversations)
mom: are you and elise getting along?
me: i don't know
mom: that means you're not
me: okay
mom: i'm irritated with elise.
me: why?
mom: for not getting along with my little precious
...
mom: one day you will find out that cinderella is NOT your name, and you don't belong in a trash can
me: *silently deafening laughter*
mom: that's right. profound words you will remember all your life. i impart my wisdom and all you can do is laugh.
(two insightful conversations)
mom: are you and elise getting along?
me: i don't know
mom: that means you're not
me: okay
mom: i'm irritated with elise.
me: why?
mom: for not getting along with my little precious
...
mom: one day you will find out that cinderella is NOT your name, and you don't belong in a trash can
me: *silently deafening laughter*
mom: that's right. profound words you will remember all your life. i impart my wisdom and all you can do is laugh.
i wanted to go ahead and blog before my day is eaten alive with history. damn me for not starting this shit until the night before it's due, like usual.
today is suddenly full of sex. morgan came into the room when i was discovering another 'white stripes' porn movie i'd downloaded accidentally, and came in again later while i was looking at a birth control website. go figure.
also the jazz band played today, including the sex song. it was a nice way to spend time not in jennings and ervin. yayy.
there is more shit i was going to say but i really have to go start my homework haha.
listening to: the moldy peaches - nothing came out
(does anyone have this cd? i need a copy, and i'm sinfully broke.)
today is suddenly full of sex. morgan came into the room when i was discovering another 'white stripes' porn movie i'd downloaded accidentally, and came in again later while i was looking at a birth control website. go figure.
also the jazz band played today, including the sex song. it was a nice way to spend time not in jennings and ervin. yayy.
there is more shit i was going to say but i really have to go start my homework haha.
listening to: the moldy peaches - nothing came out
(does anyone have this cd? i need a copy, and i'm sinfully broke.)
Wednesday, October 01, 2003
i have really been neglecting the blog today, and i should be neglecting it even more right now. damn blogger already deleted half of my post already. i am supposed to be working on history right now, and i sort of am, half-assedly. while eating ice cream. and wearing my mother's/father's old plaid robe. mmm.
today was report card day. i hate my grades like i hate myself. they really need to get better, but i'm too stupid to fix them. the only grade that really disappointed me was ap english. the whole thing was mostly brought down by one stupid assignment i didn't do. so it's humanly impossible for alanna stewart to write and makes notes and highlight in books, so what?! no reason for me to have a 70 test average, i'll tell you that. and the tex wex also, apparently, takes off points for being absent. at white station, we spartans learn that our grades are much more important than our own wellbeing, much less the health of our fellow students. i hate my existence. i hate even more that my schedule is NOT that hard. some kids are taking 5 APs this year. i am taking 2 aps, 2 classes that most kids took last year, 1 deafeningly easy language class that i still can't make an A in, and a motherfucking study hall. and i complain. someone shoot me.
we also had clubs today. i went with laylee, becca, robin, and jenny to munter's club, junior states of america. i don't think we are going to go back. it's all debate and horrifying. ted and alone boy were there. aahaha. i was very glad to see that they didn't know each other and weren't sitting together.
brock and i had a huge fight at lunch. i think i pissed him off a lot. i don't know how to stop something when it needs to be over like 6 days ago.
laylee and kevin laughed at me after school, and kevin had a beautiful smoothy pig marble. i love those kids. becca and i had a looooong wonderful hug. it was very nice. allison, brock, and i had an orgy, but i was just an intrusion. brock lets lauren dunn give him really really long hugs. they look really nice. i'm jealous.
elise IMed me to ask me a history question and it had to ask me if i wanted to accept the message. it was strange. after that plus a huge pause, i told her i liked her last poem. mostly i said it because i had been thinking about it. there were parts of it that actually reminded me of myself, and i basically wanted her to either admit it was about me, or reassure me that it was about one of her new friends. as it turns out, she did write it for me. it is nice to know that i'm not just fucking paranoid or something. but yeah it was sort of weird seeing her view of this whole situation like that. i mean it's not like we would've talked about it, because of said situation. oh well. i'm happy, and i'm sure elise is too.
called brock to ask him again what the math homework was. i've done that every night this week, and at LEAST once last week. poor kid. and as previously stated, god knows it's impossible for me and brock to exist and not talk for 230957 years. which is what we did. i feel really bad because i distracted him from his homework, and he didn't get to work on his oral presentation tonight. guilt guilt guilt. but, as always, talking to brock on the phone made my night way better. that and listening to the first throwing muses album and mint chocolate chip ice cream and this nice robe just take the cake. all the way to the traffic light, where they threw it at the policemen, passing by on horses.
mom came in to tell me to do homework. that is, she picked up the cat and sat next to me on the futon and picked the cat for fleas.
mom: who are you talking to?
me: brock
mom: how did he do on his report card?
me: do you want to ask him?
so brock and mom had a lovely conversation, in which mom asked brock about his classes and promised twice that she "won't tell alanna!" and that she's worried about me because i'm fucking dumb. so dumb she blogs at 11:30pm, with piles of homework left to spit on! beautiful life. oh yeah, my yellow underwear are now purple in some places because of all that permanent marker that has been on my stomach+ area for the past couple days. how fucking funny is that? i want to hang that shit on my wall.
who the fuck is dartmouth vs. woodward?
listening to: whatever is wafting out of morgan's room. she listens to music really really loud when she's going to bed... awwww she's listening to becca! how cute. so THAT'S where my cd went.
today was report card day. i hate my grades like i hate myself. they really need to get better, but i'm too stupid to fix them. the only grade that really disappointed me was ap english. the whole thing was mostly brought down by one stupid assignment i didn't do. so it's humanly impossible for alanna stewart to write and makes notes and highlight in books, so what?! no reason for me to have a 70 test average, i'll tell you that. and the tex wex also, apparently, takes off points for being absent. at white station, we spartans learn that our grades are much more important than our own wellbeing, much less the health of our fellow students. i hate my existence. i hate even more that my schedule is NOT that hard. some kids are taking 5 APs this year. i am taking 2 aps, 2 classes that most kids took last year, 1 deafeningly easy language class that i still can't make an A in, and a motherfucking study hall. and i complain. someone shoot me.
we also had clubs today. i went with laylee, becca, robin, and jenny to munter's club, junior states of america. i don't think we are going to go back. it's all debate and horrifying. ted and alone boy were there. aahaha. i was very glad to see that they didn't know each other and weren't sitting together.
brock and i had a huge fight at lunch. i think i pissed him off a lot. i don't know how to stop something when it needs to be over like 6 days ago.
laylee and kevin laughed at me after school, and kevin had a beautiful smoothy pig marble. i love those kids. becca and i had a looooong wonderful hug. it was very nice. allison, brock, and i had an orgy, but i was just an intrusion. brock lets lauren dunn give him really really long hugs. they look really nice. i'm jealous.
elise IMed me to ask me a history question and it had to ask me if i wanted to accept the message. it was strange. after that plus a huge pause, i told her i liked her last poem. mostly i said it because i had been thinking about it. there were parts of it that actually reminded me of myself, and i basically wanted her to either admit it was about me, or reassure me that it was about one of her new friends. as it turns out, she did write it for me. it is nice to know that i'm not just fucking paranoid or something. but yeah it was sort of weird seeing her view of this whole situation like that. i mean it's not like we would've talked about it, because of said situation. oh well. i'm happy, and i'm sure elise is too.
called brock to ask him again what the math homework was. i've done that every night this week, and at LEAST once last week. poor kid. and as previously stated, god knows it's impossible for me and brock to exist and not talk for 230957 years. which is what we did. i feel really bad because i distracted him from his homework, and he didn't get to work on his oral presentation tonight. guilt guilt guilt. but, as always, talking to brock on the phone made my night way better. that and listening to the first throwing muses album and mint chocolate chip ice cream and this nice robe just take the cake. all the way to the traffic light, where they threw it at the policemen, passing by on horses.
mom came in to tell me to do homework. that is, she picked up the cat and sat next to me on the futon and picked the cat for fleas.
mom: who are you talking to?
me: brock
mom: how did he do on his report card?
me: do you want to ask him?
so brock and mom had a lovely conversation, in which mom asked brock about his classes and promised twice that she "won't tell alanna!" and that she's worried about me because i'm fucking dumb. so dumb she blogs at 11:30pm, with piles of homework left to spit on! beautiful life. oh yeah, my yellow underwear are now purple in some places because of all that permanent marker that has been on my stomach+ area for the past couple days. how fucking funny is that? i want to hang that shit on my wall.
who the fuck is dartmouth vs. woodward?
listening to: whatever is wafting out of morgan's room. she listens to music really really loud when she's going to bed... awwww she's listening to becca! how cute. so THAT'S where my cd went.
Tuesday, September 30, 2003
lauren: i was walking down the street one day
lauren: in my short black skirt and knee high boots
lauren: and this sexy mexy whistled at me
lauren: so i flagged him down with my panties
me: oh very nice
lauren: and i crammed in the truck with all 2000 of them
me: slut
lauren: and we went back to his tent at the trailer home and they took turns bangin me like the screen door they wish they had
lauren: BAHAHAHAHAHA
lauren: in my short black skirt and knee high boots
lauren: and this sexy mexy whistled at me
lauren: so i flagged him down with my panties
me: oh very nice
lauren: and i crammed in the truck with all 2000 of them
me: slut
lauren: and we went back to his tent at the trailer home and they took turns bangin me like the screen door they wish they had
lauren: BAHAHAHAHAHA
WHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAH.
so elise recently converted her never-updated blog into a "poetry-circle" copycat of DOY, only with her and her friends. some people think that she has just recently felt judged and uncomfortable posting on DOY, that we will give her negative comments. however, i theorize that it's a power trip for her because she writes better than anyone else on the site.
anyway.
this summer she added me as a member of the site so that i could fix her shit, because it wasn't posting to the ghotli server.
i just checked, and she has deleted me from the Just Dream members list.
WAHAHEOAIHGHEEIAOAOGHAHAHAHEHEAOGIHGHAH
man that is hella funny. it makes my day.
listening to: "the blues" show on WKNO
("if you were black for ONE NIGHT on beale street, you'd never wanna be white anymore!")
so elise recently converted her never-updated blog into a "poetry-circle" copycat of DOY, only with her and her friends. some people think that she has just recently felt judged and uncomfortable posting on DOY, that we will give her negative comments. however, i theorize that it's a power trip for her because she writes better than anyone else on the site.
anyway.
this summer she added me as a member of the site so that i could fix her shit, because it wasn't posting to the ghotli server.
i just checked, and she has deleted me from the Just Dream members list.
WAHAHEOAIHGHEEIAOAOGHAHAHAHEHEAOGIHGHAH
man that is hella funny. it makes my day.
listening to: "the blues" show on WKNO
("if you were black for ONE NIGHT on beale street, you'd never wanna be white anymore!")
lalala. doing history junts. hate hate hate life!!! weee!
oh yeah i am supposed to plug for becca's show.
OCT 17! JAVA MUTHAFUCKA!
i think she should ask mary to switch the date, because the next morning is psats, so a lot of kiddies won't be allowed/keen to go to a late-night rock show.
cat is in my lap and shedding multitudes.
archimedes on the telle.
oh yeah i am supposed to plug for becca's show.
OCT 17! JAVA MUTHAFUCKA!
i think she should ask mary to switch the date, because the next morning is psats, so a lot of kiddies won't be allowed/keen to go to a late-night rock show.
cat is in my lap and shedding multitudes.
archimedes on the telle.
let's get over this . i'm your lovertits
i know i have been talking about peaches a lot. but please guys. do yourself a favor and watch the lovertits video because it is TOO much fun for words.
i was positive today was going to be shit. it really was shit. at some point during the day i was like "man this day is such shit. i better live it up. MAN I'M HAVING THE WORST TIME OF MY LIFE!" and it wasn't really, and in my sarcasm, it became a better day. i pretended to had fun, and then had fun. it was kinda nice. there was this history assignment that katherine mentioned to me at like 11:30 last night, and i realized i must've been absent when it was assigned because i had no idea anything about it. so i freaked out about that and stayed up late doing my algae, which took forever, so that i could do my history during study hall. by study hall, i still hadn't actually figured out what the assignment WAS and so i gave up, doodled, and wrote a punk song.
ms. wexler finally gave me my six weeks average today, and i was not at all pleased. good thing i don't care. i just hope mom doesn't either. we got a seating chart today in latin, which is really weird. also very funny, because no matter where we are placed, there's always going to be someone to talk to. or we end up shouting across the room while poor ms. lafon says "WAWAAA WAWAAA WAWAAA" at her little podium, with the photograph of latin mcdonalds on it. that class is a joke. like today i turned to jenny, who i now sit next to, and said "this class is such shit." and she responded with "that's why we take it!" and i remembered. ahhaah. genius me. anyone who takes latin is a genius, simply for electing themselves into such a pit of hilarious hell.
post-school was very nice today. brock was wandering the annex in his nice sweater. i caught him.
i saw laylee and kevin for the first time since friday. i love those kids. becca and kevin had a kissing contest with my hand. brock and i played thumb-war. technically, he won, but i think i should be the one who gets the metal because i got his thumb down for like 8 counts like 5 separate times. that motherfucker tries to use two hands. we both tend to sing when theres a lull in conversation, and we always feel the same lulls. today we both started singing "hamster baby" by bikini kill at EXACTLY the same time. it was beautiful. i love that song. and we brought back our summer choreography to it, too.
dad yelled at me for taking so long to get to the car. i hope brock isn't still at school waiting for his mother.
katie is going to spend the night this weekend!!!!! i'm so excited. i want you people to meet her, too. man i love katie. i can't wait. i have to think of something exciting for us to do.
listening to: amazing plaid - the snake and its shadow
i was positive today was going to be shit. it really was shit. at some point during the day i was like "man this day is such shit. i better live it up. MAN I'M HAVING THE WORST TIME OF MY LIFE!" and it wasn't really, and in my sarcasm, it became a better day. i pretended to had fun, and then had fun. it was kinda nice. there was this history assignment that katherine mentioned to me at like 11:30 last night, and i realized i must've been absent when it was assigned because i had no idea anything about it. so i freaked out about that and stayed up late doing my algae, which took forever, so that i could do my history during study hall. by study hall, i still hadn't actually figured out what the assignment WAS and so i gave up, doodled, and wrote a punk song.
ms. wexler finally gave me my six weeks average today, and i was not at all pleased. good thing i don't care. i just hope mom doesn't either. we got a seating chart today in latin, which is really weird. also very funny, because no matter where we are placed, there's always going to be someone to talk to. or we end up shouting across the room while poor ms. lafon says "WAWAAA WAWAAA WAWAAA" at her little podium, with the photograph of latin mcdonalds on it. that class is a joke. like today i turned to jenny, who i now sit next to, and said "this class is such shit." and she responded with "that's why we take it!" and i remembered. ahhaah. genius me. anyone who takes latin is a genius, simply for electing themselves into such a pit of hilarious hell.
post-school was very nice today. brock was wandering the annex in his nice sweater. i caught him.
i saw laylee and kevin for the first time since friday. i love those kids. becca and kevin had a kissing contest with my hand. brock and i played thumb-war. technically, he won, but i think i should be the one who gets the metal because i got his thumb down for like 8 counts like 5 separate times. that motherfucker tries to use two hands. we both tend to sing when theres a lull in conversation, and we always feel the same lulls. today we both started singing "hamster baby" by bikini kill at EXACTLY the same time. it was beautiful. i love that song. and we brought back our summer choreography to it, too.
dad yelled at me for taking so long to get to the car. i hope brock isn't still at school waiting for his mother.
katie is going to spend the night this weekend!!!!! i'm so excited. i want you people to meet her, too. man i love katie. i can't wait. i have to think of something exciting for us to do.
listening to: amazing plaid - the snake and its shadow
Monday, September 29, 2003
EVERYONE ON THE PLANET IS NOW GOING TO ASSIST ME IN MAKING A FILM. GET ON IT. NOW NOW NOW. CUT CUT CUT. GET OUT OF THE SHOT!
i'm very very serious about editting the kite day into a short film of some sort, even if it's just a 30 second thing for me to watch and say "what a good day."
also, katherine and i have been talking for months about doing another movie in the same style we did romeo and juliet. we want to pick a play, and write/shoot/edit the parody in one weekend. well, maybe not finish editting. but come on. we deserve it, anyway. if anyone wants to help, please let us know.
also if you have got any movie ideas of your own, GET ON IT!!! TAKE CHARGE!!! WRITE YOUR SCRIPT/STORYBOARD/OUTLINE! CAST! then let somebody know, and we will get the camera over there in 10 seconds flat. serious. we will find you some actors if you need them too. and we will edit. and everything. and please. i want to make a movie.
i'm very very serious about editting the kite day into a short film of some sort, even if it's just a 30 second thing for me to watch and say "what a good day."
also, katherine and i have been talking for months about doing another movie in the same style we did romeo and juliet. we want to pick a play, and write/shoot/edit the parody in one weekend. well, maybe not finish editting. but come on. we deserve it, anyway. if anyone wants to help, please let us know.
also if you have got any movie ideas of your own, GET ON IT!!! TAKE CHARGE!!! WRITE YOUR SCRIPT/STORYBOARD/OUTLINE! CAST! then let somebody know, and we will get the camera over there in 10 seconds flat. serious. we will find you some actors if you need them too. and we will edit. and everything. and please. i want to make a movie.
YOU ARE THE SON OF A MOTHERFUCKER!
so last night, during my insomnia, i was listening to elliott smith's album figure 8. whenever i've listened to it before, i've enjoyed it and everything. but dear god. after listening to throwing muses five times and pixies at least once yesterday, it seemed so........ BLAND. and i just thought to myself... why listen to anything if it's not amazing? why should i ever listen to a song that doesn't feel like it could change the world? i only want to listen to songs that never cease to amaze me. otherwise, what is the point?
and it made me really happy. and eventually i fell asleep.
brock called me awhile ago. i was in the shower, though, because while i was doing my history homework, i suddenly realized that my clothes were gone and i had written throwing muses lyrics all over myself in purple sharpie. it's mostly gone, after the shower. my tit still says 'slut' and my stomach has lyrics from "buzz" and my left leg has lyrics from "shark" and etc. it's really funny. the most obvious ones, on my arm and my chest are gone, though. i wonder if they will be at all visible at school tomorrow.
i called brock back when i got out of the shower, and we talked for awhile, and i avoided homework. he misses his computer, of course. he is worried about the ap art saturdays class that he is going to apply for. in the long run, it will be a great thing, but 4 hours every saturday afternoon for 5 months? that's a long time. and that's a lot of time to devote to something. but he's serious, so it's good. plus he's an amazing artist, as previously stated, so that's even better. one of these days i'll film some of his things and put them on the computer and make everyone marvel over their amazingness.
i should probably finish my homework. but right now i love my blog. and frank black. *rape*
listening to: degrassi!?
and it made me really happy. and eventually i fell asleep.
brock called me awhile ago. i was in the shower, though, because while i was doing my history homework, i suddenly realized that my clothes were gone and i had written throwing muses lyrics all over myself in purple sharpie. it's mostly gone, after the shower. my tit still says 'slut' and my stomach has lyrics from "buzz" and my left leg has lyrics from "shark" and etc. it's really funny. the most obvious ones, on my arm and my chest are gone, though. i wonder if they will be at all visible at school tomorrow.
i called brock back when i got out of the shower, and we talked for awhile, and i avoided homework. he misses his computer, of course. he is worried about the ap art saturdays class that he is going to apply for. in the long run, it will be a great thing, but 4 hours every saturday afternoon for 5 months? that's a long time. and that's a lot of time to devote to something. but he's serious, so it's good. plus he's an amazing artist, as previously stated, so that's even better. one of these days i'll film some of his things and put them on the computer and make everyone marvel over their amazingness.
i should probably finish my homework. but right now i love my blog. and frank black. *rape*
listening to: degrassi!?
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