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I. cannot. stop. listening. to. 80s. rock.
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I do not want Bill to move to Texas. Not because I like him-like him or anything but because he's familiar and we've been kind of best friends since we met. He's where I go when I come home. And he's not going to be here anymore in about a month, and that scares me. Because then where do I go?
My whole body hurts. Well, not really my body...my skin hurts. I know it sounds strange, but every inch of skin on my body is sore and tender and feels stretched or raw or something. I don't know why. It's painful.
I do not want to go to prom. I didn't like most of those people while I was in high school, and now that I'm not in high school...I don't feel the need to put up with their bullshit. But I have to behave or I'm going to ruin the night for people I care about. I'd rather just bitch and tell some little girls how it is.
The weather is amazing though, and it makes me happy. I forgot how much I love summer, and it's not even summer yet. It just feels like it.
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Because Ams said to:
Sonnet XVII - Neruda
I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as certain dark things are loved,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries
hidden within itself the light of those flowers,
and thanks to your love, darkly in my body
lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving
but this, in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.
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December 31, 2006] |
Where is Ariel from? Seriously. Because I never noticed before, but wheeere is Scuttle really going to find seals and flamingos?
And also, I don't like the Simpsons. I'm not sure I've watched an entire episode in my entire life. But the trailer I saw for it (with the bunny!) makes me want to go see the Simpsons movie.
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Going to his house tonight to demand answers, panties, pictures etc. Wish me luck. Or him. Hell hath no fury like a Natalie scorned.
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Class in seven minutes and I don't want to go. Actually it's in thirty-seven minutes but I have to leave like a half an hour early to go trek the mountain and get a seat near a fan since this school knows nothing of AC.
I almost died coming back here after Labor Day.
First of all, it's not the easiest drive in the best conditions. I mean .. it's not difficult ... but it's an hour and a half of insanely curvy mountain roads and hills. Weeell it POURED the entire way here, so there was really bad visibility and the roads were slipper, so the curves were even more scary. And it was night. THEN the fog set in. So I could see absolutely nothing. I was driving like a little grandma all scooted forward in my seat with my hands gripping at 10 and 2. Haha. It got really bad at one point suddenly, like everything went pitch gray, and my car almost went over the guardrail down the mountain. I saw an oncoming car's reflection against the rail just in time to jerk my wheel. My friend about peed in her pants. I about peed in mine. Scurry scurry stuff. I don't think I breathed the rest of the way to school.
Natalie got a speeding ticket-warning Saturday. Yeah. UGH.
But I don't have any classes Thursday because it's Convocation Day. No idea what the hell that is, but all classes before 12 were cancelled and my afternoon teacher was like yeah don't come. Suhweet.
Okay. Cannot put off class any longer.
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June 28, 2006] |
Sigh. I don't want to go tomorrow. Maybe I'll have my laptop figured out and I'll be able to get online and talk to all of you punks instead of the weirdo I'm bound to be roomed with. I just read the little packet about orientation, and tomorrow from 1-2 I'm watching an informative police safety video. Now THAT sounds exhilarating. The packet also says I should bring a backpack and waterbottle, so I'm kinda like wtf kind of a college is this? Are we going hiking?
Had a pow wow with a friend last night. Most of my friends sort of forgot I existed after they all began innerdating within our circle. I'm just...left out of plans etc. So Bill the friend confronted me about maybe-dating his friend etc, and was all "Nooo you can't" blah blah blah. I find it ironic that they all say we shouldn't date. He's been around while they were busy shoving their heads up each other's asses, and he's around because he wants to be - not because he feels guilty for ditching me. I think it's kind of obvious he cares more than they do. And I told Bill that. His response? "Yeah. You're right. I just realized what a terrible friend I've been lately." Bill is my best boy!friend. I tried to be nice and tell him it wasn't only him etc and not to beat himself up about it, because he would. He left about two minutes later to go to bed. So uh, that was a real sincere apology. Whatever. And for the record, I am not dating anyone and I haven't even considered dating Bill's friend. I just don't think it's fair that they feel like they get any say in what I do anymore because they left me after first semester.
Misha taaaagged me. And I'm going to go ahead and warn you that I don't listen to cool music. And I don't have any friends to tag, haaah.
List seven songs you are into right now. No matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if they're not any good, but they must be songs you're really enjoying now. Post these instructions in your livejournal along with your seven songs. Then tag seven other people to see what they're listening to.
La Mer by Charles Trenet
It's in French, and it took me about a bajillion listens to understand what it's saying. I just think the sound of it in general is pretty...soothing. It makes me feel like I'm on the sidewalk next to a French cafe at night or something, hah. It's a classic, and the guy actually can sing. The lyrics are pretty once you know what they're saying (And with a love song, the sea has rocked my heart for life? Yes please).
Are We Dancing? from The Happiest Millionaire Soundtrack
Weee Disney. I'd never heard it, but I bought a classic Disney volume cd and it was there. It has a Cinderellaesque feel to it, very whimsical and in love type thing. People think Disney songs are just thrown together and are very shallow, surfacey things. Most of them are actually pretty well constructed, and some (like this one) have meaningful lyrics.
Carrying Your Love With Me by George Strait
No poking fun. It's a good song. I've been thinking a lot about leaving lately, for college and stuff..you know? And it scares me to be leaving all of the people that I love - family, friends, more than friends. So I've been listening to this often, and I kinda adore it.
Be Be Your Love by Rachel Yamagata
She has a different voice, this one. It's not different in a bad way, I guess. It's different in a good way. This song is really slow and kind of heavy feeling, but I like it. Always have. She sings it like she's really twisted and tortured inside like the song says, hahah. It's not emo, I promise. It's about loving someone you're not supposed to love etc.
Free Fallin by Tom Petty
Favorite song ever to drive to. I like to roll the windows down and scream it.
Black Horse and the Cherry Tree by Katie Tunstall
First heard this as Katharine McPhee sang it on American Idol, and I liked it right off the bat. It's become way popular around here now, so yeah. It sounds different than all the other popular songs at the moment, and it makes ... not much sense. I like the music behind her singing and the "woo hoos" a lot more than the actual song, haha. But overall, it's fun to sing to.
Rich Girls, Poor Girls by Everybody Else
Not many people know about them. They're a local band out of Los Angeles, and I've been a little in love with them for about two years now. This was their first single, and it has a neat sound. At first listen, they kind of sound pop. Then you listen again, and you hear more rock. You might notice a little punk the third time around. The lyrics are pretty interesting too. It's a good song to drive to. It's kind of loud and the music is all clangy but it doesn't clash, it works.
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So it's story time guys. (I'm well aware of the fact that none of you know any of the people in this story besides...me...and I'm not really in it..but bear with me.)
So the senior girls were painting our cars for the championship game. A bunch of us met at a coffee shop (Friday tradition) and painted there. Since I was the only one with an internship, I was going to skip it and finish up all the cars during first period. So we all headed to school. The road in front of our school is the biggest highway in our city, and it's always really crowded. Students always take back ways and cut through the McDonald's parking lot. That's fine. But you have to remember that just because you're taking a shortcut to miss the big stoplight doesn't mean you can fly and miss traffic. The turning lane to get into the student parking lot was backed up.
The order of the girls cutting through McDonald's: Kaitlin. Erica. Lindsey. Jordan. Patricia. Tiffany. Me. Baird. (Let it be known now that I have never liked Patricia or Tiffany, just for the record.)
Kaitlin pulled out and was actually paying attention. Erica wasn't. Erica had to slam on her brakes, but she realized this in time. Lindsey was able to slam her brakes on in time. Jordan, even, was able to slam her brakes on in time. I'm still waiting by McDonald's watching this, and I knew that it was about to get bad the second Kaitlin slammed on her brakes. I thought Erica was gonna hit her. So Jordan was able to get stopped, but Patricia wasn't. She rammed into the back of Jordan's car. Tiffany was on her phone and rammed into the back of Patricia's car.
I'm still sitting in the McDonald's parking lot with my mouth slightly open going "Oh shiiiiiiit." Tiffany immediately started bawling. Her front grill was smashed in. Patricia sat in her car in her little sunglasses drinking her coffee, completely unaffected even though her car definitely got banged up the most. Jordan got out and made sure the other two girls were okay, and tried to be the spirit of the group, I guess. Patricia finally decided she should, you know, call her mom. Her mom came and tried to make the other girls move their cars. Big no no when you have a wreck. She then had the BRIGHT idea to suggest NOT calling the police.
Okay. Huh? Jordan's car isn't hurt because she drives a tank. Patricia's front and back ends are completely knocked up. Her car is plastic. Seriously. It's one of those expensive cars that think they're special because they're plastic and shit. So, I was confused as to why Patricia's mom didn't wanna call the cops. She could get major money off Tiffany for the back, even if she still had to pay for the front. Patricia's mom finally left, and Jordan called the police. Patricia is still in her car, but she's just pouting and putting on her make up now. The police waited and finally had to tell Tiffany to go get her out of her car. Whaaaat?
Moral of the story? Never drive with a group of senior girls.
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November 24, 2005] |
I haven't given a real update in a long time. So I will now.
-I ate my weight in turkey today. It was good, but I feel sick. The funny thing is..I KNOW I ate too much..but I'm still fighting the urge to walk back into the kitchen and get more food.
-I've seen Goblet of Fire. It was a good movie, but there were things that really bugged me. I'm going to see Rent, Walk the Line, Pride and Prejudice, and Jarhead.
-I've decided I'm not taking the SATs over. I kept telling myself I'd do it once more. I lied. No more. None.
-My guidance office sent off my college applications late. They ask for them a week in advance. I turned them in two weeks and a day in advance, and they mailed them two days late. However, SOME PEOPLE can have their's sent THAT day. The guidance office (the entire school) plays major favorites. I was pissed like woah.
-It turns out that my little freshman friend..uh..likes me. I didn't know. Apparently I was the only one who didn't know. Alex knew before I did. I was sort of..like a fish. I just stood there blinking with my mouth slightly open. Yeah. But it's okay now.
-The school is okay now too. The fire damage wasn't bad at all.
-Remember the bitch-friend that tried to steal Alex and talks about me all the time? Yeah. The senior girls are doing a Secret Santa thing. Nine girls drew her name from the hat and put it back, pretending they drew their own name. That made me laugh, but it also made me feel kinda bad for her. It has to suck to be disliked by so many people, but she completely brought it on herself.
-I'm eating a cinnamon crunch bagel from Panera right now because my aunt is the bomb diggety. Yum. (I told you that not eating anymore thing didn't last.)
-I'm getting an IPod nano for Christmas. Hahah. I found it by accident (I swear.)
-SOME BITCH HIT ME IN MY CAR AND DROVE OFF. Yeah. BIIIIIITCH. I was stopped at a stoplight, gonna turn left. She was behind me..and..forget where her brakes were, I guess. I don't know. But she hit me. The light turned green so I pulled off to the side..figuring she'd come with me. Nope. Kept on driving with her coffee. I was piiiiissed. And it was raining so I got SOAKED as I checked my car for damage. aldaslfdjadlfjstupid people. At least when I hit cars I bawl and make sure they're okay. I don't LEAVE.
-My aunt (the one who gave me the bread from Panera) thinks I'm anorexic. There is a story to this. Last night, we ate at my grandmother's house. I ate a piece of ham and a roll. I didn't like anything else she had, and that was enough to fill me up. I'm about 5'1. My cousin got on the scale and said it was wrongs, that it adds pounds. She told me to get on and see if it was right. I had on boots, so everyone was like "Well that's going to add two or three pounds to her anyhow." But evidently the scale was wrong, or my boots magically take away pounds because the scale said 103. I normally stay right around 110 and I havne't lost any weight. Then today at lunch I kept talking about how sick I was going to get after eating the turkey (but because I ate like..half of it..not because I'm planning to go throw it up later). She told my mom and my mom shrugged it off, but I heard her talking to her sister about it today at the other grandmother's house. Stuff like that pisses me off. I eat like a pig. Everyone knows it. I'm sorry that the scale was wrong and off by a few pounds. And besides, she's watched me for TWO days. Kind of jumping the gun there, don'tcha think?
-The movie I posted the trailer to SUCKS (who would have guessed). Oddly enough, the trailer is better than the movie.
-I found a pretty dress to wear to our winter formal. I'm gonna be a sexy mama.
-Speaking of mama, the cousin's baby has begun to call me 'mama', which really upsets her real mama. Oops.
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So my school went up in flames today, but it was okay because 1) They let us leave at 10:20 and 2) I was smart enough to grab my purse during the 'immediate evacuation' and, therefore, had my keys with me.
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November 6, 2005] |
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I think there needs to be an on/off button for the heart.
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October 2, 2005] |
From a friend's away message:
I understand that Scissors can beat Paper, and I get how Rock can beat Scissors, but there's no fucking way Paper can beat Rock. Paper is supposed to magically wrap around Rock leaving it immobile? Why the hell can't paper do this to scissors? Screw scissors, why can't paper do this to people? Why aren't sheets of college ruled notebook paper constantly suffocating students as they attempt to take notes in class? I'll tell you why, because paper can't beat anybody, a rock would tear that shit up in 2 seconds. When I play rock/paper/scissors I always choose rock. Then when somebody claims to have beaten me with their paper I can punch them in the face with my already clenched fist and say, oh shit, I'm sorry I thought paper would protect you, you asshole.
It made me smile.
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September 1, 2005] |
Major gas shortage. School may be cancelled. People are beating each other up at gas stations.
(and what little gas there is right now, it's veeeery expensive)
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August 1, 2005] |
I couldn't sleep last night and I started thinking about everything. I noticed a trend in guys I like, and I think I know why. I really think I have like..a psychological predisposition to younger guys. I want to like older guys, but I seriously think that my past boyfriends that were older have like..made me subconsciously shy away from older guys. None of those relationships ended well, and I always felt..inferior..smaller..like I had to listen to them because I was younger. I like being the older one, evne if it's just a few months older. I like feeling a little bit smarter or a little bit more in control. That's horrible of me. But I do. And I know age really doesn't mean I'm smarter or in more control. I can't explain it.
I'm babysitting my neighbor's kid from 7-5 for two weeks. The kid is a MENACE. This morning, I was trying to be nice and play with her. We were playing Barbie's, and apparently 'my' Barbie did something to piss her's off because all of a sudden the girl is like "Fuck you, bitch." I'm not lying. She said that. Her entire family cusses like sailors, and I knew she did it too. I just didn't know she did it for no reason. She also bites people. She moons people. She has the most irritating, high pitched voice ever. She's EIGHT. She bites me and I swear I'll bite her back. People should know I'm not a good babysitter. Well. I'm a decent babysitter, but not with kids that haven't been disciplined once in their entire life and that have been let run wild like a little HEATHEN.
Sometimes I wish I could split myself and make two Natalies, but like..still be a whole Natalie at the same time. I don't like dedicating myself COMPLETELY to one thing. Ever. I mean, when I find something I like or whatever I get all passionate about it. That doesn't fade, but I don't like being tied to it because then it's not as special? I don't know how to word it. It's sort of like intrinsic and extrinsic motivation, I guess. I also don't like making decisions and I'm about to have so many decisions that fourteen Natalies couldn't even handle and I'm beginning to slightly freak out about it.
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July 28, 2005] |
K. I admit the main (only) reason for this entry is so I can use my new icons because I love them.
My hip is peeling. Not HIPS. Hip. As in one. As in the left one. It's disgusting because it's peeling in big pieces. Not like little flakes or whatever. K stopping now.
I've got the worst posture ever. I've made an effort to try to sit up straighter and keep my shoulders pulled back. I thought about going to get a brace from my aunt. Lirl.
My cat walks like Simba. Except right now he's hiding because I had to spray him for fleas. I guess he feels ugly or something because he won't come out.
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My mom has been to three funerals in the past five days, I feel bad for her. She wasn't REALLY close to any of the people, but still..funerals are terrible.
Her boss's father and brother died on the same day. The father was outside mowing the lawn and he had a stroke or something and fell off the lawnmower. The brother looked out the window and realized something was wrong, and realized that his father was going to die if he didn't go get help. So he ran inside to call 911, but before he made it..all the shock and everything gave him a heart attack and he died in the kitchen. The mother and sister came home from shopping to find their husband/father dead in the backyard and their son/brother dead in the kitchen. How completely terrible is that?
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May 10, 2005] |
I am finally done with AP Exams. So now I have to whine about the last two.
AP Bio.
K. I was never taught any biology, unless the female genetalia counts. I knew one multiple choice answer out of eighty, and I knew it because it was a psychology question. I had four essays, and they could have been in German for all I knew. I wrote my first essay on slinkies. I wrote my second one on Oliver the hobo chromosome. I wrote the third on 90s teen shows and their theme songs (dude, I forgot some of the lyrics to the fresh prince, wtf?!) and I wrote the four about the reader. I made up a life for them. Oh well. Maybe I'll entertain them for four minutes or something.
AP Psych.
This one was easy. But since I actually KNEW these essays, I was pressed for time. I finished though, so whatever.
And now all I have to worry about are my exams for next week. All seven of them. Yay.
I'm beginning to get very sad because all of my senior friends are officially gone. Jacob finished last week. Kay, Ian, Larry, Tyler, Jamie, and some others all finished today. Not only is this making me want to cry, it's making me SO incredibly jealous. I won't be able to make it through graduation
..in my ugly ass Jr Marshal dress. I look like I popped out of a really bad, low budget 1940s war movies as a nurse. No joke. They're bad. Even my GRANDMOTHER laughed at it. And I have to wear it to Awards Day, Bacc, and Graduation. Graduation and Bacc won't be bad because everyone is focused on the seniors at those two things and I get to sit down. Awards Day is in front of everyone AND their momma, and I have to stand on the stage in my horrible see through dress for three hours and smile and pretend I don't want to throw myself off the stage.
I feel so disconnected right now because I feel like I haven't talked to any of my OL friends in a long time.
I went to see the play Friday and Sunday. It cracked me up. Alex was Lysander a la radical Californian surfer dude. It was odd to see him licking (literally) Allison's arm/hair but whatever. They all did really well, but some jackass stole the money they made (around $900 was left in the box whenever the person took it).
School is out May 20. And I don't technically have to go that day because I will be at Grad practice. Hell yes.
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I have lived with allergies all my life. They never really bothered me until I hit about thirteen. After that, they got really bad about twice a year. However, since last Christmas they've STAYED screwed up. I'll be fine for about three weeks, allergies go crazy, fine for three weeks, allergies go crazy. I hate it. They are messed up now, I knew it was coming because my entire body felt swollen..like someone filled me up with jelly or something. And sure enough, I'm all allergy-sinus ridden and blah. My gland things on the side of my neck or so swollen that you can SEE them. Two big knots on the side of my neck, it's disgusting (but really fun to touch and freak friends out with). I feel like I'm dead, but getting used to it.
I had my AP American exam today. HAHAHHAHA. First of all, it took my retarded classmates twenty minutes to get seated right. The instructions were to leave a chair between every person and not sit directly across from another. Half of the room did this quickly (my half). The other half..couldn't do it. The guidance people had to physically direct people where to seat. I wanted to jab my pen into my eyeballs. I finally got to take the multiple choice part of the test, which wasn't as bad as I expected it to be or as bad as my teacher's regular tests. Some of them, like any question dealing with a President's administration after like..the fourth President, got left blank. Whoops? I finished this with way too much time left over, which pissed off the people giving the test for some reason.
Ah. And then the DBQ came. Normally, the test-maker people are sort of nice and understand that history is hard and so they give you a DBQ about a topic from 1900-present. Um no. I definitely got one about the American Revolution and how it affected society socially/politically/economically. Unhindered, I could have written a lovely DBQ. But the documents given were so insanely random and not even from the time period of the Revolution. So I was like WTF. I wrote it anyways. It sucked.
Then I turned to the first essay. I think I was supposed to write about the Mexican Cession or how the economy made political problems for Massachusetts/Virginia during a certain time. I really couldn't tell you. I wrote about rabbits and my bizarre obsession with jellybeans and sunflower seeds eaten together. And I threw a little bit in there about Eric Bana becaue he's sexy as hell.
The next essay was easier. I actually wrote it.
And then I went to eat and Bill came with me but he got lost (in a city that is so insanely small and only has two places that sell barbeque..guess which one he went to).
I'm going to the play tonight because a bunch of friends are in it. They're doing A Midsummer Night's Dream. Alex and Travis both have leads. Ian, Carolyn, and Bill are in there somewhere too. I'm excited. Only not because I'm broke and I'm spending my last five bucks on this (I have to go do some mother's day shopping before then, craaaap)
But it's okay because I'm taking my sister. Normally this would be bad. But she's bringing a friend. Her friend is bringing her brother who is jail bait but gorgeous so I look at him anyways.
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The weather sucks. And my allergies are beginning to kick in, which isn't cool esp since I have lots of places I have to be this weekend and prom is next weekend. Anyways, I'm bored and occupying myself with what I stole from Nimisha.
name four bad habits you have:
1. Biting my lip
2. Popping/cracking various parts of my body (mainly my toes..or back)
3. Talking really fast
4. Laying things down (..namely my keys) and forgetting where I put them
name four things that you wish you had:
1. A boyfriend. Hahah. One that rhymes with Schmalex.
2. Money..specifically money for a trip to France and LA next summer.
3. Better grades because mine definitely bite the big one right now.
4. A big furry dog.
name four scents you love:
1. Snow
2. Rain on a hot day
3. Anything baking
4. New soap
name four people that know you the best:
1. Lande
2. Baird
3. The mother
4. It's a tie.
name four things you are thinking about right now:
1. How tight my chest is due to allergies and my inability to get a deep breath.
2. How my pants are sticking to my legs because they are wet.
3. Math homework, but I can actually do this stuff.
4. Yearbooks that we get tomorrow.
name four things that you have done today:
1. Gotten a golfish thrown down my shirt (..the kind you eat. And my shirt wasn't even low cut or anything. It was just a tshirt. Harrumph.)
2. Gone to a meeting about student council.
3. Watched a video about snakes. Egh.
4. Watched twenty minutes of a 7th Heaven rerun.
name the last four things you have bought:
1. Gas.
2. A cheeseburger, fries, and a drink at Ichabod's.
3. A skirt/shirt outfit.
4. Flip flops.
name four people you would like to spend more time with:
1. Alex.
2. Ian.
3. Lande.
4. Jamie.
name four drinks you regularly drink:
1. Water
2. Cheerwine
3. Some fruit punch drink I dunno the name
4. Kool Aid, yo.
five details about your appearance right now.
[x] Wet jeans
[x] Pink t shirt
[x] Hair is up in a messy thing
[x] Gray sweatshirt
[x] 80 PROM is written in bold letters on my arm and is slightly smeared from rain.
five memorable things you did in the last year.
[x] Went to Rooney concerts with some friends and had a blast
[x] Went to a French resteraunt..which doesn't sound at all like it should be memorable but it was.
[x] Got in a wreck and had my first ride in an ambulance.
[x] Sang at a foreign language competition
[x] Was on the radio? My life is boring...I can't even think of five really memorable things, hahah.
five things that everyone should know about you.
[x] I'm clumsy.
[x] I have a freckle in my right eye.
[x] I argue like woah even if I know I'm wrong.
[x] I will call you out if you do/say something incredibly stupid.
[x] I am easily easily EASILY amused
five groups you listened to today.
[x] Coldplay
[x] The Shins
[x] Cary Brothers
[x] Iron and Wine
[x] Frou Frou (wow can you guess what I listened to?)
five things that make you happy.
[x] Starburst jellybeans. Only starburst, though.
[x] Music.
[x] Snow.
[x] The beach.
[x] Random hugs.
five things you can't live without.
[x] Internet.
[x] Music.
[x] Family.
[x] Friends.
[x] Money.
five things you'll do when you complete this.
[x] Math homework.
[x] Take a really long, really hot bath and soak and listen to music and forget about everyone and everything else.
[x] Call Baird and figure out what we're doing this weekend.
[x] Sleep.
[x] yep that's pretty much all I'm doing.
five things you feel right now...
[x] Tired.
[x] Sickly.
[x] Bored.
[x] Wet.
[x] Greasy. (I just put a lot of lotion on my face cause it's beginning to peel)
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I caught a Bufo Americanus Thursday night. I named him Orville. He got me an A in Biology.
A toad, morons.
So we played with Orville in first period Biology. I straight FAILED my precalc test because we had like two days to remember 8 identities and I knew maybe four or five. But of course the three I have no idea about were ALL over the test. Psych was fun.
Ian: -realizes he has no idea what's on the test- Oh, shit.
Joey: -trying to concentrate- Shut the fuck up!
Teacher: "BOYS! I won't tolerate that kind of language in my classroom!"
Jamie: "Yeah, you can't say fuck in school, you fucking dumbasses!"
It was wonderful. I love Ian and Jamie. I don't really care for Joey all that much. Lunch was just as wonderful as Psych was. Jamie sits with us. Anyhow. he always makes us laugh really really hard. He looked up from his food and goes "Hey, hey guys, I'm gonna tell you a joke."
...we cracked up. I don't know why. We all three were laughing SO hard. I nearly peed in my pants. Jamie was supremely confused and he's like "DAMNIT! STOP LAUGHING! I HAVEN'T EVEN TOLD IT YET!" So about seven minutes later we had calmed down and listened to THE lamest joke EVER. It wasn't even funny.
Carolyn, another friend, uninvited her date to prom. We were all like o_0 woooah. Bitch. He really wanted to go with her and he had bought all his stuff and EVERYTHING. It was odd.
And now my friend is coming to 'lay out' at my house because the sun evidentally doesn't shine at her's.
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