This thing is so annoying. Like, I only feel like writing things some of the time. Like right now. I think the reason I am writing this is because I have recently begun to reread The Princess Diaries for like the millionth time and it is inspiring me to journalize my every thought and action. Perhaps I will discover that I, too, am destined to one day rule a small European principality, like Mia in the books.

Let's see what has been happening lately...well, GPS has decided this week would be a good week to compel us all to commit suicide. Seriously, I have so much to do, I don't even want to think about it. Exams are next week...Okay, and can I just tell you how retarded our school is? Usually, our exams are either 4 straight days, or like Thursday-Friday and Monday-Tuesday, with the weekend in between. But THIS year, I guess Rickie and Randy decided to screw us over even more than usual, because exams are Friday, then Monday-Teusday-Wednesday. Can I just say how much sense that DOESN'T make?? Whatever. I can't wait until break.

Well I'll finish this later. Bye.

pissed pissed pissed

I'm pissed. SO PISSED. But I really don't want to talk about that on here. So I'll talk about other things.
Today, November 17, 2008, was officially the wierdest day of my entire life. It is going down in history as that. A number of odd things happened:
First, all 3 of the teachers in my first 3 classes were gone. It was way freaky. I had like 4 straight hours of no teachers. LOVE!
Then, Emily and I went into Randy's office to discuss our alarmingly short Tgiving break with him, and we saw this random girl in our grade literally BAWLING sitting in his office..i saw her later that day and I was dying to know what happened. It was like I was dying of thirst in the desert and she was holding Kool-Aid. I will not rest until I find out what happened with Anna Moravec.
Oh, I tried out for One Acts today. Ha. It was fun but I was kind of nervous. I pretty much just did it because my friends did. I'll kind of be relieved if I don't get called back...I'm all for stepping out of the comfort zone, but that's just one too many toes in the pool for me.
Well, that's all, except for the fact that I'm PISSED MORE THAN I'VE EVER BEEN PISSED IN MY ENTIRE LIFE. But more on that later. Kaythankxbai

LOLZZZZZZZZ

I'm in like, a really bad mood. I have been all day. Usually, I can kind of fake my way through the day if I'm in a bad mood, because it annoys me when people ask me why I'm in a bad mood. But today I'm just...i don't know. I'm just not feeling it.
Maybe it's because I didn't go to Sonic today or yesterday. My body is getting back at me by not giving me the happy chemical...yes, that has to be it. I would go to sonic if I had any money. I am literally broke. Like, I'm not exaggerating. I literally have NO MONEY. Guess I'll have to resort to hooking...again....hAhA jAy plAYzZzZ***~~~~!!!!!

ANNOYING

Could I just say something that REALLY annoys me? Why is it that lately I've been seeing a ton of little kids (I'm talking mainly about the 12 and under crowd) talking about the election? This may just be my opinion, but I think that 10 years old is MUCH TO YOUNG to know anything about politics. Thank God those kids can't vote, because they wouldn't know who or what they would be voting for. It's not like those kids actually know anything about political issues...abortion? Yeah right, they shouldn't even know what sex is yet. The stances these kids take on issues are undoubtedly the same ones of their parents. One of my friends told me today that her 8 year old brother kept asking his parents to put an Obama sticker on their car. They're voting for Obama, but they just don't want to put a sticker on their car for him (I don't know why, it could be because they just don't want stickers on their car. It doesn't matter.), but seriously. This kid is 8. He knows very little to none about politics. He just likes Obama because his parents do. I'm like, please stop trying to get involved. I mean, I'm all for standing up in what you believe in, but not when you know NOTHING about that belief. STOP TRYING TO TALK ABOUT POLITICS. YOU ARE IN MIDDLE SCHOOL.

high status man candy

Hello cyber world...so much has happened in the last 2 days and I've been SO BUSY...yeah that's a lie. I'm still getting into the whole blogging thang so forgive me if I don't write 7 posts a day (cough JAKE cough)...anyway. So about my weekend.
Friday was Halloween. I was planning on sitting in my house and doing NOTHING (yay!) but I ended up going to Kelsey's halloween party up on Signal. I knew they were going to be drinking and I just really wasn't in the mood to that night, and I had to drive home anyway, so I was just going to go for about an hour and then leave. But when I got there, it was just TOO FUNNY watching Kelsey get drunk. She is literally the definition of "lightweight." So I spent the night. God, I'm so glad I did. Those will make for some great stories to tell at....actually anywhere.
Yesterday, after I left Kelsey's, I drove down the mountain and went to watch the Hooch. It was ironic, since I quit crew this year, but I realized I didn't miss it at all. I was so strange to watch the races and not be anticipating my own...but who freaking cares? I don't have to do that shit anymore! After the Hooch, Emily and I went to the mall to shop for...get ready...THE RAVE! I'll get to that shortly, but first I want to tell a little story about this very strange incident that occured at the mall.
So. Hamilton Place Mall. Don't go there on a Saturday unless you want to encounter a lot of old people who don't know where they're going and walk slowly, middle schoolers who go there on "dates," and scary black guys with diamond earrings. Anyway, Emily and I were standing in the line at the "Japanese" place (I put Japanese in quotes because it's not really Japanese food) and Emily commented about how she wanted to get some type of sauce (I wasn't really listening). There was a man in front of her, and when he heard her say this he started into this converation with her about some kind of sauce (I wasn't really listening). That's fairly normal. But THEN, he was like "Do I know you from somewhere...?" And Emily was like, no, but the guy kept talking. He basically gave us his life story, and talked about how he used to coach for Temple. Oh but wait, IT GETS BETTER. So then he lets loose this little comment that really pissed me off. But before I tell you what he said, I need to give some background.
I'm taking a class this year called History of Civil Rights. I guess it's less about learning the actual history of the civil rights movement and more about learning how people view other people (especially races). My teacher (very abstract person) is a firm believer that race doesn't exist. It sounded stupid and weird to me at first, but I'm starting to look at people in a completely different way.
So. Creepy mall guy. After going on about how he coached the current McCallie linebacker (who even CARES?) he starts talking about the football game against McCallie and MBA that took place the night before. He then said this: "Well, you know, MBA is a really good team. All the boys are white, and they just follow the instructions they are given."
Um, I'm sorry, WHAT did you just say???? How can someone BE this ignorant? That is one of the most racist comments I have ever heard. I literally just glared at him for the rest of the time he was talking until he left. I hope he got the mem. (I intentionally left out the "o" right there.)
Ugh, sorry that was freakishly long...but anyway. The rest of the weekend was overall uneventful, excluding the rave. The Rave was essentially a regular highschool dance thrown by a few seniors. There was literally nothing Rave-like about it other than the techno and seizure-inducing strobe lights...I left early. I wasn't in the mood to partay.
I'll probably write some more tonight, I'm just burnt out right now. I just worked out and burned 234 calories on the eliptical and then went to Starbs and got a grande vanilla bean frapp and gained at least 6 pounds! woohoo!

ya DIG?

I feel weird today...the day has gone by kind of hazily and I feel like I haven't really been all there...ya dig?
I just had to fill out the accident report for my car crash that happened last week. I would tell the story but it is extremely long, so I'll just give the abridged version: I was driving with Emily by GPS and this guy (who I am almost positive was under the influence of SOMETHING) hit me on the back bumper...he got out, apologized, then left to go "up to the mountain." I called the police and apparently that guy already had out like 5 warrants for his arrest...it's called karma, Cameron Nessle. If that IS your real name.
Oh well, anyway. I'm so excited about the weekend, but in a weird way. I really DON'T want to do anything for Halloween, and I know that's really lame of me and whatever, but I have been so so busy lately all I want to do is stay home, turn off all the porch lights so people will think I'm not home, and watch Mean Girls as many times as I can stay awake for. HEA-VEN.
Also, there is a rave at Contrapasso/a (which one is it?) on Saturday night. The flyer I received about it was very clear about the no drug/alcohol rule, so that obviously means that there will be drugs/alcohol there...can't wait for Amy to breathalize me when I walk through the door. kaythanxbai

teenage wasteland

Well, I just got this thing...I don't really know what to say. I am at a loss. I feel awkward writing this, like one of those 40 year old Best Buy workers who sits around her house writing about her Aunt Wilma's diabetes and her cats.

Jake got one and reading his constant documentation compelled me to do the same. He is like, hilar though...I wonder if anyone will even READ this...probs not.

God, aren't abbreves just the best?? They are so totes amaze.

I just thought of something interesting that happened last night. I was in the car with my dad, and my iPod was playing through the stereo. The song "Baba O'Riley" by The Who came on, and my dad started singing along, which was painful in and of itself. But then, he started saying how much he "loved the song Teenage Wasteland" and how "Teenage Wasteland" was one of The Who's best songs. So, I argued that no, actually, the song is not called teenage wasteland, but is actually called Baba O'Riley. I told my dad I didn't KNOW why it was called that, I guess it's just one of those random song titles that have nothing to do with the song itself, but the title of it was NOT Teenage Wasteland. My dad and I continued to argue about it (he pulled that whole, "I was a teenager when this song came out" bs on me....shut up dad) and then I showed him that my iPod said Babe O'Riley and NOT Teenage Wasteland. He just looked at it and goes..."That's wrong. That must be the album title."
...Yes dad. I am sure that iTunes, one of the most comprehensive music industries in the world, must have been mistaken when they added this to their store and listed someone's random NAME instead of the actual song title. You're so right. How wrong of me to doubt you.
NOT.

Well that's all I can think of for now...I think I'll go try this thing called homework...I've heard a lot about it...