I apologize for not having updated for a while. I've been so busy/tired. My senior seminar is nearing its end. I mean, the paper is totally done, and most likely graded. I need to talk to my English teacher about what I got for a grade, 'cause I'm probably not gonna get to see it before it's handed in. So anyway, just working on my art project, now. I've finished going through my RvB journals, and now I'm working on the blog. I want to cheat so badly and just put in a few encouraging, happy things, but like I said, that'd be cheating. So forget it.
To the title! My teacher for this period is out today. She's wicked sick. So at first we were just downstairs in the cafeteria 'cause there wasn't a sub, but one of the aides volunteered. Going up the stairs, I was behind a few girls, and one of 'em must have been wearing the same perfume that my Pre-K teacher Mrs. Degnon (sp?) wore. It also kinda reminded me of the room we were in, and the paste.
I don't remember liking Pre-K too much. I didn't like working with that thick paste, or in later years the really runny type. We had to use our fingers. =/ I remember I hardly ever finished my projects in art class. I finished one, though, and it's still hanging in my room.
I should remember elementary school a different way, but I've become so biased. Playing with Brian (one of my first best friends) at recess was the best. Aww, he and I had so much fun when we were younger. Riding around my neighborhood, or playing in my back yard or at his house... it was fun. *sigh* I miss it.
I think most of us miss our childhood. I mean, what's not great about sitting at a coffee table all day just drawing, with the TV on in the background? Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with a bite taken out of the corner by my mom. (I used to pour the rest of my milk down the drain 'cause I didn't like it. I also used to put my crumbs in my milk.)
It's sad. I'm only a senior in high school, but I really don't remember much about elementary school, now that I think about it. I mean, I could name all of my teachers, but single events?
I threw up in class in second grade. I was supposed to give a book report that day. I just remember my head on my text book, and I was breathing really heavy. Then I just vomited. There was vomit all over my marker case, but my purple marker got saved. (Purple was my favorite color back in the day.)
In fourth grade, when we were studying the rain forest, we had to study an animal and make a paper maché model of it. I had to do a howler monkey. When the project was done, we put it in our wood stove.
In kindergarten this bully kid was gonna tell on me for farting. I don't think I farted, but he was gonna tell on me. Friggin' jerk.
Well, I'm gonna try to do some sudoku. It's just kinda interesting to go back and remember stuff. Sadly, that's some of the only stuff I remember.
My Yid hears back from a bunch of colleges today. Good luck to him.
More later,
~*The Pie
P.S.: I got my prom dress yesterday. I can't reveal any details about it. Chris would find out, and that can't happen.
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Friday, March 23, 2007
Seventh.
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Level | Score
Purgatory | Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo | Very Low
Level 2 | High
Level 3 | High
Level 4 | Moderate
Level 5 | High
Level 6 - The City of Dis | Low
Level 7 | Very High
Level 8- the Malebolge | Moderate
Level 9 - Cocytus | High
Level descriptions: http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html
Take the test: http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-test.mv
Take the Seven Deadly Sins Quiz
My therapist and I agree that I suffer from dysthymia, a long-term, moderate depression with a few major episodes here and there. My medication sure is helping.
I don't see myself as having SAD. I just don't like winter. *shrug* I don't like the cold.
God, I only scored so high on the Dante's Inferno test because of my past. Level seven has the forest of suicides. I do, however like the image of short, dead(?), gnarled trees that grow poisoned fruit. It symbolizes life cut short, a life that had an ugly, twisted side. The only fruit that grows from a suicide is bitter.
Just thought this was some cool stuff.
I think sometime I'll post how I feel about being a white teenage girl who goes to an urban high school. Do people think I can "walk the walk" and "talk the talk" like a black person? 'Cause if I tried, in some respects, I can.
Anyway, I'm tired.
More later,
~*The Pie
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Level | Score
Purgatory | Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo | Very Low
Level 2 | High
Level 3 | High
Level 4 | Moderate
Level 5 | High
Level 6 - The City of Dis | Low
Level 7 | Very High
Level 8- the Malebolge | Moderate
Level 9 - Cocytus | High
Level descriptions: http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html
Take the test: http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-test.mv
| Greed: | Very Low | |
| Gluttony: | Low | |
| Wrath: | Low | |
| Sloth: | Medium | |
| Envy: | Very Low | |
| Lust: | Low | |
| Pride: | Medium |
Take the Seven Deadly Sins Quiz
| Disorder | Your Score |
|---|---|
| Major Depression: | Very Slight |
| Dysthymia: | Slight |
| Bipolar Disorder: | Very Slight |
| Cyclothymia: | Very Slight |
| Seasonal Affective Disorder: | High-Moderate |
| Postpartum Depression: | N/A |
| Take the Depression Test | |
My therapist and I agree that I suffer from dysthymia, a long-term, moderate depression with a few major episodes here and there. My medication sure is helping.
I don't see myself as having SAD. I just don't like winter. *shrug* I don't like the cold.
God, I only scored so high on the Dante's Inferno test because of my past. Level seven has the forest of suicides. I do, however like the image of short, dead(?), gnarled trees that grow poisoned fruit. It symbolizes life cut short, a life that had an ugly, twisted side. The only fruit that grows from a suicide is bitter.
Just thought this was some cool stuff.
I think sometime I'll post how I feel about being a white teenage girl who goes to an urban high school. Do people think I can "walk the walk" and "talk the talk" like a black person? 'Cause if I tried, in some respects, I can.
Anyway, I'm tired.
More later,
~*The Pie
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Coffee
Today is the first official day of spring. Dunkin' Donuts is celebrating by giving out free small iced coffees all day. I highly encourage you to go.
Chris was here from Saturday 'til this morning. He drove me to school today. On our way, we stopped at one of the many DDs in my area, and we got ourselves some iced coffee. His was French vanilla, mine was blueberry.
In homeroom, maybe a little more than an hour ago, I started to get gas pain. "OK," I thought, "I get gas pains in the morning from time to time. It'll pass." It wasn't passing. It hurt a lot, and I was getting shaky.
I walked to my second class, French. A lot of kids in that class are at an all day rehearsal for the school musical, which is going up tomorrow night. That said, we didn't do much of anything in class. I went to the bathroom.
I'm sorry if you're weak of stomach or mind, this is a little NWS/NMS, but I got diarrhea.
My stomach feels a little better now, but I'm still cold, and a little shaky. Friends tell me I look a little paler than usual. Urgh, I hate being sick.
If I don't feel better soon, I think I might go home. I'll get my homework, I'll get the accounting notes, whatever. I'll just go home and nap for a while, 'cause I can't be sick. I can never be sick.
There's some kind of cold going around, too. Peachy.
I'm gonna work on my senior art project.
More later,
~*The Pie
Chris was here from Saturday 'til this morning. He drove me to school today. On our way, we stopped at one of the many DDs in my area, and we got ourselves some iced coffee. His was French vanilla, mine was blueberry.
In homeroom, maybe a little more than an hour ago, I started to get gas pain. "OK," I thought, "I get gas pains in the morning from time to time. It'll pass." It wasn't passing. It hurt a lot, and I was getting shaky.
I walked to my second class, French. A lot of kids in that class are at an all day rehearsal for the school musical, which is going up tomorrow night. That said, we didn't do much of anything in class. I went to the bathroom.
I'm sorry if you're weak of stomach or mind, this is a little NWS/NMS, but I got diarrhea.
My stomach feels a little better now, but I'm still cold, and a little shaky. Friends tell me I look a little paler than usual. Urgh, I hate being sick.
If I don't feel better soon, I think I might go home. I'll get my homework, I'll get the accounting notes, whatever. I'll just go home and nap for a while, 'cause I can't be sick. I can never be sick.
There's some kind of cold going around, too. Peachy.
I'm gonna work on my senior art project.
More later,
~*The Pie
Monday, March 19, 2007
Je suis fatiguée...
Je deteste s'endormir en retard. Je veux être à l'heure, mais je ne peux pas, bien sûr.
Sorry, just got out of French class. I need help with the homework, 'cause I wasn't paying attention in class today. It was really boring, I guess.
My foot's WICKED itchy.
My St. Patty's Day was pretty low key. Chris came late 'cause his car's engine had too much water in it. We went to Sean's show, and it was good. Again, the link to them is www.myspace.com/middayrevolution.
(Edit: I don't know why I didn't finish this. I'll post it merely for the sake of whoring Sean's band.)
Sorry, just got out of French class. I need help with the homework, 'cause I wasn't paying attention in class today. It was really boring, I guess.
My foot's WICKED itchy.
My St. Patty's Day was pretty low key. Chris came late 'cause his car's engine had too much water in it. We went to Sean's show, and it was good. Again, the link to them is www.myspace.com/middayrevolution.
(Edit: I don't know why I didn't finish this. I'll post it merely for the sake of whoring Sean's band.)
Friday, March 16, 2007
Snow day :)
I apologize for not having updated basically all week. I've been busy.
My stomach problem has, for the most part, let up. I've been taking pepcid ac and I do have antacids on hand just in case.
Um. Let me think. Tuesday! I went to IHOP for breakfast with Aqua Ab. It was fantastic. I got cinna stacks French toast with eggs, hash browns, and bacon. Oh yeah, that did me right.
Wednesday I went on a field trip with some of the writing class. I think the senior class (save one person) was there, Ab 'n Jack came, and two juniors. The paper or literary magazine themselves didn't win anything, but some individuals won. Not me. I went to workshops about radio and TV broadcasting. In truth, I didn't learn much of anything. I've done my research about broadcasting. It's what I used to want to do.
Yesterday wasn't much of anything special. I've been working on my senior thesis art project. I'm going through old journals (and eventually this one) for hints of me being depressed. I also wrote a poem à la Sylvia Plath. My fifth period teacher was in, but the rest of my teachers were out. It was awesome.
Last night I hung out, went to driver's ed., came home, and hung out s'more.
Today, as you might've guessed, I have a snow day. I haven't done much. When I woke up and went out to the TV, Jack called my cell. We talked. After, I went on the computer for about an hour, then back to sleep for another four hours.
Here I am now, just chillin' out on my computer. ^^
Ergh, my back and tummy still hurt. I think I'm gonna-- oh forget it, I got the bowl of soup. Yum.
Alright, well, I'm gonna go groove out.
More later,
~*The Pie
My stomach problem has, for the most part, let up. I've been taking pepcid ac and I do have antacids on hand just in case.
Um. Let me think. Tuesday! I went to IHOP for breakfast with Aqua Ab. It was fantastic. I got cinna stacks French toast with eggs, hash browns, and bacon. Oh yeah, that did me right.
Wednesday I went on a field trip with some of the writing class. I think the senior class (save one person) was there, Ab 'n Jack came, and two juniors. The paper or literary magazine themselves didn't win anything, but some individuals won. Not me. I went to workshops about radio and TV broadcasting. In truth, I didn't learn much of anything. I've done my research about broadcasting. It's what I used to want to do.
Yesterday wasn't much of anything special. I've been working on my senior thesis art project. I'm going through old journals (and eventually this one) for hints of me being depressed. I also wrote a poem à la Sylvia Plath. My fifth period teacher was in, but the rest of my teachers were out. It was awesome.
Last night I hung out, went to driver's ed., came home, and hung out s'more.
Today, as you might've guessed, I have a snow day. I haven't done much. When I woke up and went out to the TV, Jack called my cell. We talked. After, I went on the computer for about an hour, then back to sleep for another four hours.
Here I am now, just chillin' out on my computer. ^^
Ergh, my back and tummy still hurt. I think I'm gonna-- oh forget it, I got the bowl of soup. Yum.
Alright, well, I'm gonna go groove out.
More later,
~*The Pie
Monday, March 12, 2007
Parade
I had a pretty busy weekend. Sorry I wasn't able to update.
For starters, my mom called my doc and my doc said to take pepcid ac for a week. If it doesn't do anything, come in. It's not too bad today, actually. I mean, I was just eating, but it hasn't been as strong.
Saturday I slept over at Aqua Ab's. We listened to "Thing-Fish" (my favorite musical except for "The Rocky Horror Show", but T-F is by Frank Zappa) and went on her computer.
Yesterday, I went to the New Haven St. Patty's Day parade. Now, normally my sense of direction and knowledge of New Haven are decent, but my mom got us pretty lost for a good chunk of time. Oh well. We found where we normally park and we sat near the usual place. It was a good parade! Nice 'n long. There were Storm Troopers and pirates. That's what I'm talkin' 'bout.
During the parade, a hot dog vendor wheeled by. My mom had been waiting for this for years. She loves her St. Patty's Day hot dog. Anyway, she got hot dogs for me, my grandfather, and herself. So yummy!
After the parade, however, my grandfather was still hungry, so he suggested that we go to The Glenwood, in Hamden. It's a burger joint, with an ice cream place next door. I got a hot dog with American cheese and onion rings for lunch. For dessert, and I kid you not, I had cake batter ice cream. It was so yummy! I'd never had it before! It was a pleasant surprise. I was looking over all the flavors of ice cream that they had, and I had at first settled on mud pie. Then I saw cake batter and went for it. They also have "good stuff" and blueberry cheesecake ice cream. Yum!
Ha ha, the school's computers aren't adjusted to the time. The clock says 11:27. It's 12:29 by my cell phone. Oh man, in like, fifteen minutes I'm outta here to go to accounting, then stats, then my day is over!
Here's the deal. I'm a senior. The freshman and sophomores are doing pre-CAPT and CAPT. (Last week and this week.) Juniors either have to make up the ones they didn't pass, or they have to do college workshops. (My class didn't have to! ^^b) Well, seniors can't take the CAPT. I passed it with fours and fives anyway. So they told us not to come in 'til 10:30. That's just what I did today. I went to sleep at one a.m., woke up at 8:45, and left a little after 10 for school. So amazing.
Last week, when regular classes resumed, I had classes one through four. (English, French, study hall, and chemistry.) This week, I have classes six through eight. (Creative writing, publishing, accounting, and stats.) This week is better, methinks.
Tonight I'm having Abby sleep over, and we're probably going to IHOP tomorrow morning. YEEHAW!
OH MAN! My principal was on the radio this morning, on 99.1 WPLR! She was on because of the whole "abolish the N-word" program she had going. I was in the bathroom this morning, just getting ready for school, and then I hear them mention my school, and that they were going to talk to the principal.
Ooh! Here's a link, if you're curious. http://www.nhregister.com/site/news.cfm?newsid=18067599&BRD=1281&PAG=461&dept_id=590581&rfi=6
Note that they do NOT talk to any seniors. They don't care about us, so long as we get our thesis papers in. *shrug* So long as we make the school look good, they don't give a damn. *sigh* Shafted.
OH MAN! I gotta get goin'. I might post more after school?
More later, maybe, ha ha,
~*The Pie
For starters, my mom called my doc and my doc said to take pepcid ac for a week. If it doesn't do anything, come in. It's not too bad today, actually. I mean, I was just eating, but it hasn't been as strong.
Saturday I slept over at Aqua Ab's. We listened to "Thing-Fish" (my favorite musical except for "The Rocky Horror Show", but T-F is by Frank Zappa) and went on her computer.
Yesterday, I went to the New Haven St. Patty's Day parade. Now, normally my sense of direction and knowledge of New Haven are decent, but my mom got us pretty lost for a good chunk of time. Oh well. We found where we normally park and we sat near the usual place. It was a good parade! Nice 'n long. There were Storm Troopers and pirates. That's what I'm talkin' 'bout.
During the parade, a hot dog vendor wheeled by. My mom had been waiting for this for years. She loves her St. Patty's Day hot dog. Anyway, she got hot dogs for me, my grandfather, and herself. So yummy!
After the parade, however, my grandfather was still hungry, so he suggested that we go to The Glenwood, in Hamden. It's a burger joint, with an ice cream place next door. I got a hot dog with American cheese and onion rings for lunch. For dessert, and I kid you not, I had cake batter ice cream. It was so yummy! I'd never had it before! It was a pleasant surprise. I was looking over all the flavors of ice cream that they had, and I had at first settled on mud pie. Then I saw cake batter and went for it. They also have "good stuff" and blueberry cheesecake ice cream. Yum!
Ha ha, the school's computers aren't adjusted to the time. The clock says 11:27. It's 12:29 by my cell phone. Oh man, in like, fifteen minutes I'm outta here to go to accounting, then stats, then my day is over!
Here's the deal. I'm a senior. The freshman and sophomores are doing pre-CAPT and CAPT. (Last week and this week.) Juniors either have to make up the ones they didn't pass, or they have to do college workshops. (My class didn't have to! ^^b) Well, seniors can't take the CAPT. I passed it with fours and fives anyway. So they told us not to come in 'til 10:30. That's just what I did today. I went to sleep at one a.m., woke up at 8:45, and left a little after 10 for school. So amazing.
Last week, when regular classes resumed, I had classes one through four. (English, French, study hall, and chemistry.) This week, I have classes six through eight. (Creative writing, publishing, accounting, and stats.) This week is better, methinks.
Tonight I'm having Abby sleep over, and we're probably going to IHOP tomorrow morning. YEEHAW!
OH MAN! My principal was on the radio this morning, on 99.1 WPLR! She was on because of the whole "abolish the N-word" program she had going. I was in the bathroom this morning, just getting ready for school, and then I hear them mention my school, and that they were going to talk to the principal.
Ooh! Here's a link, if you're curious. http://www.nhregister.com/site/news.cfm?newsid=18067599&BRD=1281&PAG=461&dept_id=590581&rfi=6
Note that they do NOT talk to any seniors. They don't care about us, so long as we get our thesis papers in. *shrug* So long as we make the school look good, they don't give a damn. *sigh* Shafted.
OH MAN! I gotta get goin'. I might post more after school?
More later, maybe, ha ha,
~*The Pie
Friday, March 9, 2007
The pain continues...
My stomach still hurts, and my friends are under the impression that it just might be an ulcer. *sigh* I might go to the doctor this afternoon and ask them about it. One of my friends said this morning that they might try to give me an ultrasound. Ha, turns out the kid sitting next to me had one in his freshman year.
Umm... OH! St. Patrick's Day! I'm going to see Sean's band at a theater in Hartford, CT known as The Webster. I'm seriously looking forward to it, 'cause I haven't seen him in literally years. Well, I saw him during the June '06 SATs, but I couldn't say hi. He was running to his mum's car. Anyway! The band's website it www.middayrevolution.com, their myspace is www.myspace.com/middayrevolution. Check them out, because they're so awesome. They do grunge/metal.
For the last few days this week, I've been listening to "Give Up" by The Postal Service on the bus. Today, I felt I needed to change that. I love TPS and that CD, but y'know, gotta liven it up. So today I put in "The Aquabats! vs. The Floating Eye of Death (Myths, Legends, and Other Amazing Adventures volume one)". I recommend this CD to people who love stuff that's just straight-up off the wall. The Aquabats!, for those who don't know, are a superhero ska band. Think like, Saturday morning cartoons with guitars on caffeine. Yeah, it makes sense. www.theaquabats.com. Go!
Now I'm conflicted, I wanna sleep on the bus, but I want to listen to "The Thing in the Bass Amp" really bad. I'll put it on random and hope that it comes up. I try not to use random 'cause I think it goes through batteries too fast, but hell, it's Friday, I'll treat myself.
OH! I didn't even mention! I finished my senior thesis yesterday. :) My presentation is on April 10th. I have a little under a month to do my artistic project. Thankfully, that will be the focus of my creative writing class for the next month. :) I think I'm the first in my class who has to do it.
Today my buddy Elliott wanted to draw on my purse. (It's camoflauge canvas.) So he did some graffiti thing, I don't know what it is, but it's cool. So everyone at my lunch table wanted to sign it. My girl Jack (DoRkk, Ka-Jackles, etc.) wrote "POOP" in her DoRkkly fashion on the bottom. She's like, "Ha, now you have poop on your purse." I laugh. It's not my nice bag, so I don't care. Somebody did write my real name on it, though, but thankfully it's on the side that I keep next to my body. My Yid wrote "Yidden Rule the World" with a star of David. Abstract did her sig.
Oh God, my study teacher's pissed.
More later,
~*The Pie
Umm... OH! St. Patrick's Day! I'm going to see Sean's band at a theater in Hartford, CT known as The Webster. I'm seriously looking forward to it, 'cause I haven't seen him in literally years. Well, I saw him during the June '06 SATs, but I couldn't say hi. He was running to his mum's car. Anyway! The band's website it www.middayrevolution.com, their myspace is www.myspace.com/middayrevolution. Check them out, because they're so awesome. They do grunge/metal.
For the last few days this week, I've been listening to "Give Up" by The Postal Service on the bus. Today, I felt I needed to change that. I love TPS and that CD, but y'know, gotta liven it up. So today I put in "The Aquabats! vs. The Floating Eye of Death (Myths, Legends, and Other Amazing Adventures volume one)". I recommend this CD to people who love stuff that's just straight-up off the wall. The Aquabats!, for those who don't know, are a superhero ska band. Think like, Saturday morning cartoons with guitars on caffeine. Yeah, it makes sense. www.theaquabats.com. Go!
Now I'm conflicted, I wanna sleep on the bus, but I want to listen to "The Thing in the Bass Amp" really bad. I'll put it on random and hope that it comes up. I try not to use random 'cause I think it goes through batteries too fast, but hell, it's Friday, I'll treat myself.
OH! I didn't even mention! I finished my senior thesis yesterday. :) My presentation is on April 10th. I have a little under a month to do my artistic project. Thankfully, that will be the focus of my creative writing class for the next month. :) I think I'm the first in my class who has to do it.
Today my buddy Elliott wanted to draw on my purse. (It's camoflauge canvas.) So he did some graffiti thing, I don't know what it is, but it's cool. So everyone at my lunch table wanted to sign it. My girl Jack (DoRkk, Ka-Jackles, etc.) wrote "POOP" in her DoRkkly fashion on the bottom. She's like, "Ha, now you have poop on your purse." I laugh. It's not my nice bag, so I don't care. Somebody did write my real name on it, though, but thankfully it's on the side that I keep next to my body. My Yid wrote "Yidden Rule the World" with a star of David. Abstract did her sig.
Oh God, my study teacher's pissed.
More later,
~*The Pie
Wednesday, March 7, 2007
Ulcer?
I think I'm developing a peptic ulcer.
I have a dull, burning pain starting where my sternum stops and it spreads across my front. =/ It doesn't hurt as much after I eat, but it still hurts. I mean, looked up some symptoms, and it sort of sounds like I have the same things going on.
HA HA! I'm downloading the gatlingEngine from www.ccgworkshop.com. It allows me to play Fluxx online with other people. The dowload is REALLY slow. Hm. Where will the -- damnit. I can't install it. I have to be an administrator. Feh! I'll administer the school something all right.
At this point, I only need to work on an introduction, conclusion, appendix and its citation, followed by a mixture of calcium chlorate with nitric acid which will immediately destroy everything known to mankind!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! And Pie lets me write this guiltlessly! In fact, she is just another evil slave of mine, who is a tool in converting North Dartmouth to the cause of the Greater Good of mankind!
OK, my Yid interrupted. He's standing right next to me. I need to finish it off with an interview with my writing teacher.
Aqua Ab and I are on www.imreallysad.com , and giggling our butts off. I would highly suggest going to this site for fun. It's pictures of REALLY cute animals.
It's been snowing off and on this morning. I was standing at my bus stop this morning in the snow. As the cars passed by, the snow on the road scattered in thin eddies. It looks like the road has veins. The same thing happens with sand on the road after a snow- or rainstorm.
Well, I have like, a half hour left in here. Ugh, homework tonight will be chemistry, and if I feel up to it, statistics.
Let's hope I don't bleed out my ulcer first.
More later,
~*The Pie
I have a dull, burning pain starting where my sternum stops and it spreads across my front. =/ It doesn't hurt as much after I eat, but it still hurts. I mean, looked up some symptoms, and it sort of sounds like I have the same things going on.
HA HA! I'm downloading the gatlingEngine from www.ccgworkshop.com. It allows me to play Fluxx online with other people. The dowload is REALLY slow. Hm. Where will the -- damnit. I can't install it. I have to be an administrator. Feh! I'll administer the school something all right.
At this point, I only need to work on an introduction, conclusion, appendix and its citation, followed by a mixture of calcium chlorate with nitric acid which will immediately destroy everything known to mankind!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! And Pie lets me write this guiltlessly! In fact, she is just another evil slave of mine, who is a tool in converting North Dartmouth to the cause of the Greater Good of mankind!
OK, my Yid interrupted. He's standing right next to me. I need to finish it off with an interview with my writing teacher.
Aqua Ab and I are on www.imreallysad.com , and giggling our butts off. I would highly suggest going to this site for fun. It's pictures of REALLY cute animals.
It's been snowing off and on this morning. I was standing at my bus stop this morning in the snow. As the cars passed by, the snow on the road scattered in thin eddies. It looks like the road has veins. The same thing happens with sand on the road after a snow- or rainstorm.
Well, I have like, a half hour left in here. Ugh, homework tonight will be chemistry, and if I feel up to it, statistics.
Let's hope I don't bleed out my ulcer first.
More later,
~*The Pie
Monday, March 5, 2007
Clones?
So I was talking with my buddy James before (lunacitekuro.blogger.com), and about how we don't like stereotypical teenage girls. Bitchy, high-maintenance, quick to judge, etc. Well, it reminds me of situations where I wish I could clone myself. I talk to a lot of guys online (yes, yes, I'm safe about it) and I find that I'm so very compatible with them, but I'm only friends. My romantic interest stays with Chris. Still, I wish I could clone myself to absolve them of their loneliness. Of course, Chris would never allow this, even though he would get the original.
This brought me to the idea of writing a sci-fi story about living in a world with clones of myself. Not only scary as all get-out, but somehow therapeutic in the way that I'd be getting into my own head as a character, not just myself. Think of it, perhaps, as a hive mind. I could tap into another's mind, even though it is still my own. My goal? Study further my "character flaws" and work on rectifying them. If I see my therapist on Friday, I've gotta tell her about this. This is gold.
Last night, I was on the phone with my buddy Sean. (History: he was my first boyfriend. We dated for about three months in eighth grade. I started talking to him back in January in a fit of boldness. I'm glad I have, we get along so well. He broke up with me 'cause things just weren't really going well... things got boring. That's how I see it. It's history, we're friends.) Anyway, this boy has never had fluff. NEVER HAD FLUFF! Fluff is only the spread of GODS. It's marshmellow sauce, it's sticky and thick and I love it. Well, he's never had it, nor a marshmellow. Yes yes, he's a very deprived kid. ;) Well, when we were on the phone, I was making lunch. I was telling him about how Sunday night I had very little fluff, and that it was the saddest fluffernutter I've ever made/eaten. Well, I was making lunch, and I found liverwurst in the meat drawer. I hardly ever get it, so I was pretty happy. Then my mom came in and said, "Oh good, you found it. We also have more fluff." I cracked up. My mom then dared me to eat a piece of liverwurst with fluff on it. Ha ha. If I didn't have school today, I would do it.
I didn't get to sleep when I wanted to last night 'cause Chris' younger sister IMed me last night. She was scared 'cause she was home alone. Her parents are in Georgia, and Chris was at a 20 Cent Fiction meeting. She was trying to call out to her parents, or anyone she could, but the phone wasn't dialing out. The door was open, and the light was on. I asked if she could call from her cell phone, but it was dead. She couldn't find a charger in the kitchen, and she didn't want to go upstairs. Well, I tried calling Chris, but he wasn't picking up. Everything's alright, though, thank goodness.
So howsabout I'm kinda burnt on my senior thesis? I've always been burnt on it. I'm so ding-damned friggin' close to finishing it! I need to get through it. The paper is due on Friday. At this point, so long as I turn something in and I don't fail (which I can't at this point), I'm fine. I don't care anymore. I just want it done. In truth, I should be working on it right now. I got some significant work done on it before, in regards to Sylvia Plath's poem "Lady Lazarus". I think once I'm done blogging I'll probably go back to working on it.
It actually looks like I'm just about done for now.
Oh wait, I wanted to talk about how I've been having abdominal pain. It kinda feels like my diaphragm is sore or stretched. :( I'm thinking maybe it's an ulcer, but I'm a bit of a hypochondriac. I've been under stress from senior seminar and a bit of stress from school in general, so... feh. Ergh. I bet a nice healthy dose of sleep would help. ;)
I want to show Abby a website... NMS/NWS: www.teddy-babes.com. Please please please, this is a terrible, terrible website.
I really really really want to curl up in bed right now. Or cuddle up next to Chris. Whichever.
I'm tired and achy. :( I also have chorus tonight (I sing in my town's chorus.) so I have to finish my homework in a rush, try not to utterly, utterly burn my tongue on dinner, and sing. No napping for me tonight. Thankfully, the most I have for homework this week is chemistry and English. Thank goodness. Well, I have a stats packet, but I'm gonna do it on the weekend.
Oh God, I should just do some sudoku. Feh.
More later,
~*The Pie
This brought me to the idea of writing a sci-fi story about living in a world with clones of myself. Not only scary as all get-out, but somehow therapeutic in the way that I'd be getting into my own head as a character, not just myself. Think of it, perhaps, as a hive mind. I could tap into another's mind, even though it is still my own. My goal? Study further my "character flaws" and work on rectifying them. If I see my therapist on Friday, I've gotta tell her about this. This is gold.
Last night, I was on the phone with my buddy Sean. (History: he was my first boyfriend. We dated for about three months in eighth grade. I started talking to him back in January in a fit of boldness. I'm glad I have, we get along so well. He broke up with me 'cause things just weren't really going well... things got boring. That's how I see it. It's history, we're friends.) Anyway, this boy has never had fluff. NEVER HAD FLUFF! Fluff is only the spread of GODS. It's marshmellow sauce, it's sticky and thick and I love it. Well, he's never had it, nor a marshmellow. Yes yes, he's a very deprived kid. ;) Well, when we were on the phone, I was making lunch. I was telling him about how Sunday night I had very little fluff, and that it was the saddest fluffernutter I've ever made/eaten. Well, I was making lunch, and I found liverwurst in the meat drawer. I hardly ever get it, so I was pretty happy. Then my mom came in and said, "Oh good, you found it. We also have more fluff." I cracked up. My mom then dared me to eat a piece of liverwurst with fluff on it. Ha ha. If I didn't have school today, I would do it.
I didn't get to sleep when I wanted to last night 'cause Chris' younger sister IMed me last night. She was scared 'cause she was home alone. Her parents are in Georgia, and Chris was at a 20 Cent Fiction meeting. She was trying to call out to her parents, or anyone she could, but the phone wasn't dialing out. The door was open, and the light was on. I asked if she could call from her cell phone, but it was dead. She couldn't find a charger in the kitchen, and she didn't want to go upstairs. Well, I tried calling Chris, but he wasn't picking up. Everything's alright, though, thank goodness.
So howsabout I'm kinda burnt on my senior thesis? I've always been burnt on it. I'm so ding-damned friggin' close to finishing it! I need to get through it. The paper is due on Friday. At this point, so long as I turn something in and I don't fail (which I can't at this point), I'm fine. I don't care anymore. I just want it done. In truth, I should be working on it right now. I got some significant work done on it before, in regards to Sylvia Plath's poem "Lady Lazarus". I think once I'm done blogging I'll probably go back to working on it.
It actually looks like I'm just about done for now.
Oh wait, I wanted to talk about how I've been having abdominal pain. It kinda feels like my diaphragm is sore or stretched. :( I'm thinking maybe it's an ulcer, but I'm a bit of a hypochondriac. I've been under stress from senior seminar and a bit of stress from school in general, so... feh. Ergh. I bet a nice healthy dose of sleep would help. ;)
I want to show Abby a website... NMS/NWS: www.teddy-babes.com. Please please please, this is a terrible, terrible website.
I really really really want to curl up in bed right now. Or cuddle up next to Chris. Whichever.
I'm tired and achy. :( I also have chorus tonight (I sing in my town's chorus.) so I have to finish my homework in a rush, try not to utterly, utterly burn my tongue on dinner, and sing. No napping for me tonight. Thankfully, the most I have for homework this week is chemistry and English. Thank goodness. Well, I have a stats packet, but I'm gonna do it on the weekend.
Oh God, I should just do some sudoku. Feh.
More later,
~*The Pie
Saturday, March 3, 2007
Windy!
Yeehaw was it windy out today!
A little after one my friend Sammy called me up. She was bored as sin, as usual, and wanted to see if we could do something together. She said she wanted to go out to eat. This was fine, since now she's 18 my mum will let me ride in a car with her driving. So we went to Friendly's (a WAY family-oriented, Americana themed chain restaurant for those who don't know), but it was too crowded there, so we went to a Dairy Queen Grill 'n Chill the next town over. To get ahead a little bit, when we left, it was windy as HELL outside. When I first stepped outside, I screamed, "WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!" Probably not too funny 'cause of the thing in Alabama. Sorry folks.
Well, while we were in there, I ordered a crispy chicken salad. (Fat central. Fried chicken pieces, real bacon bits, and cheddar cheese. It had like, ieceburg lettuce, which doesn't really do much in the nutrient department.) To add to it, I asked for ranch dressing to go with it. When I received my salad, I opened up the ranch container. To my surprise and disgust, the top of the dressing was about 3/4 of an inch of oil, and the rest was some white "solid" that was supposed to be the dressing. Well, I couldn't shake it. I tried stirring it with a fry, but it wouldn't mix right. It was GROSS! I've had ranch dressing from DQ before, and it was fine. Well, I don't know if I'm ever going to again. I just asked for some honey dijon.
For dessert, I got a mint mocha moolatte. (Ha ha. Moolatte: mulato. Bad marketing job, DQ.)
Talking and spending time with Sam is awesome. She goes to the high school on our side of town. I couldn't stand to go there, really. If I did, I'd probably be dead by now. When I took my SATs in June '06, I saw a lot of people from middle school. Well, it's like this local high school is a vacuum. It's sealed off and preserved these kids perfectly. Well, it doesn't go for everyone, but still. A lot of kids were pretty much exactly the same as they were in middle school, which repulses me. I got teased a lot back then, so I really didn't want more of that for "the best four years of my life" that is high school. Sam and I don't see each other a LOT, though we have been seeing each other more than usual within about the last year. I'm happy. :)
Before, I went to check on my dog and see if she was OK. She smacked her head against some furniture. Well, as I was leaving my room, my brother was leaving his. As I walked by, he shoved me a little. Playfully. I said, "I love you." He said, "Love you too." Trust me, big step up from how we used to be. I'm cooler with my brother nowadays.
OH MAN! (Do recognize that I say that in person when I'm excited.) There was a girl fight outside after school yesterday. I'm guessing it was between freshman. Well, there was some "spittin'" back and forth, then finally it got physical. One of the security guards was standing right near me, but he didn't do something 'til someone actually told him. This guy should be looking out for that kind of crap, right? Whatever, he's still cool. There was punching, hair pulling, and I think they both fell to the ground. It makes me happy because they're so stupid and immature. That, and there's the human desire for blood. Whatever, the girl that I saw involved was stupid and bitchy anyway, in my opinion. I hope the two get suspended and learn some kind of lesson.
As you may or may not recall, in my last blog I was talking about a statistical argument I was having with my Yid. Well, he e-mailed me after reading, and said, "A glance at your blog happened to recite an anecdote which happened to show my apparent fallibility in reference to a statistical memory lapse. I should point to part two of Stephen Jay Gould's The Mismeasure of Man as my source. His opinion of the study (which was not his) was not quite different from yours, as he too was a statistical genius ready to refute anything. I need to find the book, and the exact quote will follow. It's lost. I haven't seen in for 7 months. A recantation will soon follow, I hope..." I post this to restore his credibility. The lesson is, though, don't enter into an argument without being able to back yourself up.
OK... I don't think I have anything else to post. I wanna lay down 'cause my tummy hurts, but I'm not tired. Damnit.
Yay for a lazy weekend.
More later,
~*The Pie
A little after one my friend Sammy called me up. She was bored as sin, as usual, and wanted to see if we could do something together. She said she wanted to go out to eat. This was fine, since now she's 18 my mum will let me ride in a car with her driving. So we went to Friendly's (a WAY family-oriented, Americana themed chain restaurant for those who don't know), but it was too crowded there, so we went to a Dairy Queen Grill 'n Chill the next town over. To get ahead a little bit, when we left, it was windy as HELL outside. When I first stepped outside, I screamed, "WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!" Probably not too funny 'cause of the thing in Alabama. Sorry folks.
Well, while we were in there, I ordered a crispy chicken salad. (Fat central. Fried chicken pieces, real bacon bits, and cheddar cheese. It had like, ieceburg lettuce, which doesn't really do much in the nutrient department.) To add to it, I asked for ranch dressing to go with it. When I received my salad, I opened up the ranch container. To my surprise and disgust, the top of the dressing was about 3/4 of an inch of oil, and the rest was some white "solid" that was supposed to be the dressing. Well, I couldn't shake it. I tried stirring it with a fry, but it wouldn't mix right. It was GROSS! I've had ranch dressing from DQ before, and it was fine. Well, I don't know if I'm ever going to again. I just asked for some honey dijon.
For dessert, I got a mint mocha moolatte. (Ha ha. Moolatte: mulato. Bad marketing job, DQ.)
Talking and spending time with Sam is awesome. She goes to the high school on our side of town. I couldn't stand to go there, really. If I did, I'd probably be dead by now. When I took my SATs in June '06, I saw a lot of people from middle school. Well, it's like this local high school is a vacuum. It's sealed off and preserved these kids perfectly. Well, it doesn't go for everyone, but still. A lot of kids were pretty much exactly the same as they were in middle school, which repulses me. I got teased a lot back then, so I really didn't want more of that for "the best four years of my life" that is high school. Sam and I don't see each other a LOT, though we have been seeing each other more than usual within about the last year. I'm happy. :)
Before, I went to check on my dog and see if she was OK. She smacked her head against some furniture. Well, as I was leaving my room, my brother was leaving his. As I walked by, he shoved me a little. Playfully. I said, "I love you." He said, "Love you too." Trust me, big step up from how we used to be. I'm cooler with my brother nowadays.
OH MAN! (Do recognize that I say that in person when I'm excited.) There was a girl fight outside after school yesterday. I'm guessing it was between freshman. Well, there was some "spittin'" back and forth, then finally it got physical. One of the security guards was standing right near me, but he didn't do something 'til someone actually told him. This guy should be looking out for that kind of crap, right? Whatever, he's still cool. There was punching, hair pulling, and I think they both fell to the ground. It makes me happy because they're so stupid and immature. That, and there's the human desire for blood. Whatever, the girl that I saw involved was stupid and bitchy anyway, in my opinion. I hope the two get suspended and learn some kind of lesson.
As you may or may not recall, in my last blog I was talking about a statistical argument I was having with my Yid. Well, he e-mailed me after reading, and said, "A glance at your blog happened to recite an anecdote which happened to show my apparent fallibility in reference to a statistical memory lapse. I should point to part two of Stephen Jay Gould's The Mismeasure of Man as my source. His opinion of the study (which was not his) was not quite different from yours, as he too was a statistical genius ready to refute anything. I need to find the book, and the exact quote will follow. It's lost. I haven't seen in for 7 months. A recantation will soon follow, I hope..." I post this to restore his credibility. The lesson is, though, don't enter into an argument without being able to back yourself up.
OK... I don't think I have anything else to post. I wanna lay down 'cause my tummy hurts, but I'm not tired. Damnit.
Yay for a lazy weekend.
More later,
~*The Pie
Friday, March 2, 2007
FLOOD.
Oh. Man. It is friggin' pouring out right now. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love the rain. I find it calming and beautiful.
Unfortunately, this school is pretty old. The district is working on building us a new school, but I'm a senior, so I won't be in it. (The senior class is bitter 'cause we were supposed to graduate from said building.) Anyway, funds that would normally go toward the building we're in are being diverted to construction. Appropriate, but frustrating. For example, this school has needed new computers for YEARS, but we're still using the really old ones. They're slow, and they act up a lot. Oh, and don't get me started on the printers.
So! Seeing as our school is so poor, and it's pouring outside, our cafeteria, which is below the first floor, is flooding. Ha ha ha ha ha. Our principal came over the PA and said that due to the rain the cafeteria is flooding, so you should only go down there if it's to get to another class. We're not going to have lunch down there, apparently. She said that arrangements would be made so we could eat in other places. My best friend Abby (Ab, Abstract, Aqua Ab, however I refer to her, it's her, for future reference.) was wondering how kids who get school lunch would get it. I figure they'll have us eat in the gym, which is right next to the cafeteria, so they could just float it all over.
Personally, I'm thinking I'm going to eat in my creative writing room, room 309. I could maybe even work on my senior thesis, like I should be now. In my defense, I still consider this senior thesis work. (The librarian bitched me out before for being on my "e-mail", ha, when I should be working. This is work!)
While I'm thinking about it, I'd like to dedicate my blogs to the person who inspired me to blog in the first place. Little Aaron, we haven't met yet, but I know of you through Chris. You're so awesome, and you have such spirit and dedication. I can't wait to see you at UMass Dartmouth's (UMD) production of "The Who's Tommy". :) His blog is at eyesite2theblind.blogspot.com.
Ahh, I got derailed. I forgot what I was going to write about. Oh! My friend Morgan is visiting, I presume, to work on the school yearbook. I'm in charge of editing, yeehaw! In years past, my school's yearbook has been pretty whack in terms of editing, EVEN IF A WRITER WORKED ON IT. Sorry Kristina. I want to go through EVERY PAGE and make sure that there aren't any mistakes. I wish I could also prevent people from their stupidity in their quotes, but they do have the right to free speech. (Sometimes I do think that right is abused.)
My quote shall be, "It is not necessary to imagine the world ending in fire or ice. There are two other possibilities; nostalgia, and the other is paperwork." -Frank Zappa
That's a loose quotation. I have it written down, but I don't want to get out the sheet of paper. I saw a quote on a case of Jones soda that said, "A person is intelligent. People are stupid." I forget who said it though! That sums up how I feel about people perfectly! But Zappa is so much more esoteric and funny.
I wish I was out in the rain right now, dancing. With Chris. That would be far too fun, though. Thus, I cannot.
Why I am I so hunched over at my seat? I have back problems, I don't make them any better.
I think I get some kind of stupid pleasure out of starting anew, and being able to tell people the same stories I've told my friends already a million times over. I think I get this because my mom tells the same stories over and over, either to me or when I'm around. I at least make the distinction of telling new people, and making an effort to tell them once.
Ahh, it's Friday. I get to go home, take my contacts out, curl up in bed for 45 or 50 minutes, go to therapy, go home, and probably sleep more. Sleep, at this point, is like a state of euphoria for me. I feel the best when I fall asleep, or wake up from a long, deep sleep. Or even a quick deep sleep, like the kind I get in chemistry or statistics. Oh MAN! I didn't do my stats homework. Well, I'll probably stay in 309 for lunch, so long as I'm quiet. I'll eat and work on my homework.
I love statistics. I ended up in the course by chance, but it's so useful. I was talking with goon buddy Justin last night, and I was trying to my homework. I had to run a simulation with 30 trials. Justin just said, "Here! I'll give you a random number! Three!" I pounced on him. Verbally. 75% of people have a predilection to choose the number three. It's not an equal chance, so it's not random. In statistics, random is hard to achieve without a calculator or computer. People are so naturally biased!
In another instance, my orthodox Jew friend, I'll probably just call him my Yid, was talking about how the "average" American mindset is like that of a thirteen year old's. I asked him what age range was surveyed, and he said he didn't know. I said, "Argument over." How can you make a statement like that without backing yourself up? Especially as a stats student!
I'll say it right now, too little and too late. I write a lot. That's what I do. I have a lot on my mind. So it's cool if you skim. I was notorious on RvB for never reading journals, so I can't hold it against you. You could say I'm on an anti-hypocrisy campaign.
I still want to be out in the rain.
The other girls in this class, a study hall, always look up these designer fashions. If I didn't know they wanted to work in the fashion industry, and that they're visual art students, I'd be a bit miffed. I don't really follow fashions. I usually wear a hoodie, a t-shirt, jeans, scarf, etc. I wear my clothes for years on end. I've had my pinstripe blazer since... sophomore year? Still wear it. I don't even remember when I got my Trogdor hoodie, but I've had that forever. Hell! I've had the same shoes since freshman year. I'm going to get new ones after I graduate.
Ergh, the internet went down, and I can't get to my P: drive. I'm saving this, hopefully, to my flash drive. Oh, it's a thing of beauty. 1 gig, biatch!
Oh good God, my left second piercing is REALLY sore and infected right now. Ouchie ouchie ouchie. I took the earring out. I think I need sterling silver earrings for my second piercings. I have some sterlings in my first piercings, and they've been great lately! These second ones, though. Sketch-o-licious. It seriously hurts like hell, though.
Man, there's a chick in my study hall and homeroom who laughs like a chipmunk She's alright, but her laugh pisses me off sometimes.
I just realized that Chris hasn't texted me yet today. It's Friday, and he has class at 10, but it's 9:50. Huh. Ah well. I'll bug him.
More later,
~*The Pie
Unfortunately, this school is pretty old. The district is working on building us a new school, but I'm a senior, so I won't be in it. (The senior class is bitter 'cause we were supposed to graduate from said building.) Anyway, funds that would normally go toward the building we're in are being diverted to construction. Appropriate, but frustrating. For example, this school has needed new computers for YEARS, but we're still using the really old ones. They're slow, and they act up a lot. Oh, and don't get me started on the printers.
So! Seeing as our school is so poor, and it's pouring outside, our cafeteria, which is below the first floor, is flooding. Ha ha ha ha ha. Our principal came over the PA and said that due to the rain the cafeteria is flooding, so you should only go down there if it's to get to another class. We're not going to have lunch down there, apparently. She said that arrangements would be made so we could eat in other places. My best friend Abby (Ab, Abstract, Aqua Ab, however I refer to her, it's her, for future reference.) was wondering how kids who get school lunch would get it. I figure they'll have us eat in the gym, which is right next to the cafeteria, so they could just float it all over.
Personally, I'm thinking I'm going to eat in my creative writing room, room 309. I could maybe even work on my senior thesis, like I should be now. In my defense, I still consider this senior thesis work. (The librarian bitched me out before for being on my "e-mail", ha, when I should be working. This is work!)
While I'm thinking about it, I'd like to dedicate my blogs to the person who inspired me to blog in the first place. Little Aaron, we haven't met yet, but I know of you through Chris. You're so awesome, and you have such spirit and dedication. I can't wait to see you at UMass Dartmouth's (UMD) production of "The Who's Tommy". :) His blog is at eyesite2theblind.blogspot.com.
Ahh, I got derailed. I forgot what I was going to write about. Oh! My friend Morgan is visiting, I presume, to work on the school yearbook. I'm in charge of editing, yeehaw! In years past, my school's yearbook has been pretty whack in terms of editing, EVEN IF A WRITER WORKED ON IT. Sorry Kristina. I want to go through EVERY PAGE and make sure that there aren't any mistakes. I wish I could also prevent people from their stupidity in their quotes, but they do have the right to free speech. (Sometimes I do think that right is abused.)
My quote shall be, "It is not necessary to imagine the world ending in fire or ice. There are two other possibilities; nostalgia, and the other is paperwork." -Frank Zappa
That's a loose quotation. I have it written down, but I don't want to get out the sheet of paper. I saw a quote on a case of Jones soda that said, "A person is intelligent. People are stupid." I forget who said it though! That sums up how I feel about people perfectly! But Zappa is so much more esoteric and funny.
I wish I was out in the rain right now, dancing. With Chris. That would be far too fun, though. Thus, I cannot.
Why I am I so hunched over at my seat? I have back problems, I don't make them any better.
I think I get some kind of stupid pleasure out of starting anew, and being able to tell people the same stories I've told my friends already a million times over. I think I get this because my mom tells the same stories over and over, either to me or when I'm around. I at least make the distinction of telling new people, and making an effort to tell them once.
Ahh, it's Friday. I get to go home, take my contacts out, curl up in bed for 45 or 50 minutes, go to therapy, go home, and probably sleep more. Sleep, at this point, is like a state of euphoria for me. I feel the best when I fall asleep, or wake up from a long, deep sleep. Or even a quick deep sleep, like the kind I get in chemistry or statistics. Oh MAN! I didn't do my stats homework. Well, I'll probably stay in 309 for lunch, so long as I'm quiet. I'll eat and work on my homework.
I love statistics. I ended up in the course by chance, but it's so useful. I was talking with goon buddy Justin last night, and I was trying to my homework. I had to run a simulation with 30 trials. Justin just said, "Here! I'll give you a random number! Three!" I pounced on him. Verbally. 75% of people have a predilection to choose the number three. It's not an equal chance, so it's not random. In statistics, random is hard to achieve without a calculator or computer. People are so naturally biased!
In another instance, my orthodox Jew friend, I'll probably just call him my Yid, was talking about how the "average" American mindset is like that of a thirteen year old's. I asked him what age range was surveyed, and he said he didn't know. I said, "Argument over." How can you make a statement like that without backing yourself up? Especially as a stats student!
I'll say it right now, too little and too late. I write a lot. That's what I do. I have a lot on my mind. So it's cool if you skim. I was notorious on RvB for never reading journals, so I can't hold it against you. You could say I'm on an anti-hypocrisy campaign.
I still want to be out in the rain.
The other girls in this class, a study hall, always look up these designer fashions. If I didn't know they wanted to work in the fashion industry, and that they're visual art students, I'd be a bit miffed. I don't really follow fashions. I usually wear a hoodie, a t-shirt, jeans, scarf, etc. I wear my clothes for years on end. I've had my pinstripe blazer since... sophomore year? Still wear it. I don't even remember when I got my Trogdor hoodie, but I've had that forever. Hell! I've had the same shoes since freshman year. I'm going to get new ones after I graduate.
Ergh, the internet went down, and I can't get to my P: drive. I'm saving this, hopefully, to my flash drive. Oh, it's a thing of beauty. 1 gig, biatch!
Oh good God, my left second piercing is REALLY sore and infected right now. Ouchie ouchie ouchie. I took the earring out. I think I need sterling silver earrings for my second piercings. I have some sterlings in my first piercings, and they've been great lately! These second ones, though. Sketch-o-licious. It seriously hurts like hell, though.
Man, there's a chick in my study hall and homeroom who laughs like a chipmunk She's alright, but her laugh pisses me off sometimes.
I just realized that Chris hasn't texted me yet today. It's Friday, and he has class at 10, but it's 9:50. Huh. Ah well. I'll bug him.
More later,
~*The Pie
Thursday, March 1, 2007
I R A BLOGGER!
Ha ha, never thought I'd make a blog.
Well, for all the strangers who might happen upon this, let me tell you right now. I really don't have a "shtick". I'm a teenage girl. I write. I have depression, but it's not so bothersome anymore. I am dating my soul mate, Chris. Those are PRETTY MUCH the surface basics.
I originally pledged my online allegiance to www.roosterteeth.com. I still love it, but I'm not on as much anymore. So what the hell, another journal for me to write in. Maybe because so few people will know about it, I'll be able to write more abstractly.
We'll see.
Actually, I realize that if I write in this sucker enough, it'll help me with my senior thesis project. I need to track patterns in my personal writing.
For now, I should really be sleeping. My goon buddy Justin is yelling at me to get off. Goons are members of the site www.somethingawful.com. I became a goon on December 18, 2006.
Alright, I gotta make a seperate post, there's something else completely different than me going on right now.
For now,
~*The Pie
Well, for all the strangers who might happen upon this, let me tell you right now. I really don't have a "shtick". I'm a teenage girl. I write. I have depression, but it's not so bothersome anymore. I am dating my soul mate, Chris. Those are PRETTY MUCH the surface basics.
I originally pledged my online allegiance to www.roosterteeth.com. I still love it, but I'm not on as much anymore. So what the hell, another journal for me to write in. Maybe because so few people will know about it, I'll be able to write more abstractly.
We'll see.
Actually, I realize that if I write in this sucker enough, it'll help me with my senior thesis project. I need to track patterns in my personal writing.
For now, I should really be sleeping. My goon buddy Justin is yelling at me to get off. Goons are members of the site www.somethingawful.com. I became a goon on December 18, 2006.
Alright, I gotta make a seperate post, there's something else completely different than me going on right now.
For now,
~*The Pie
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