I HAVE A NEW CELLPHONE

As you may have guessed by the title of this post, I have a new cellphone!!! Since I learned the hard way that my last one couldn't survive both sledding and the washing machine, I was forced to get a new one. It's blue and has speaker and a camera and, yes, Corinne, it's a flip-phone. So, buds, send me your cell and home phone numbers, because they were all on my old phone. The guy at the Verizon store, Michael, I think, told us that he and his wife were trying to have a daughter after having three sons, so as we walked out I yelled to him, "Good luck! Daughters are the best!" Heehee.

Today after school, after Cori and I went to newspaper (for which she has to see what looks like a sucky movie, Aquamarine), we were hanging out in the hallway fooling around and Mr. Lee commented on my outfit. The nerve of him!!! Alright, so it was a little intense today (very short kilt, shorts, black tights, green knee-highs, Airwalks, white button-down shirt, pink shell necklace), but he does NOT have the right to advise me on my fashion sense. We also signed (or re-signed) the Rachel's Challenge paper, which is outside of the library if you're wondering. Don't make fun of the hand I drew. It looks like I was having a seizure while tracing my hand. Or like I have very distorted fingers.

On a more disappointing note, I got an 82 on my living environment test. Urg. Urg. Urg. I HATE getting bad grades. I really want to be in Honors next year, but I don't think I will. I try so hard, but I disappoint myself. I don't want to get booted down. English and social studies are okay, but math and science aren't my forte ... don't you think 'forte' sounds like some kind of dessert? I always have. Maybe it's because 'torte' is the Swedish word for 'cake'.

Is that how you spell 'forte', anyway?

I realized something the other day reading over my Spelling Bee post. I spelt 'jeopardize' wrong when I corrected myself. Lordy, lordy, lordy. I am not the most chocolate-y cookie in the cookie jar.

There's something I would post but I'm not going to post because there are people I don't like that might read this and I don't want them to ... get ideas. You know what I mean, Corinne. ::winks:: And that is NOT how it sounds. Or looks. Or whatev.

I have finally given up on the guy I love. I mean, loved. As in past tense. I'm not going to write how long I've loved him, but lemme tell you, it's been a while. And we've always been just friends. And that's hurt for such a long time. So I'm rinsing my hands of him. Good song, that is, "Saddest Girl Story," by The Starting Line. Inspiring. Stop expecting change/He's just a lost cause that you're waiting on/Take a look around/You could have anyone, so leave undeserving him.

There's a new kid in school! A Mr. John. Hmmm. Fascinating. He has the locker next to mine, so I've been studying him out of my periphs. There was never anybody next to my locker, so I thought the popular kids two lockers away were switching lockers again, so I glanced out of my all-knowing periphs and I'm like, "Oh, hello, that is most definitely not one of the popular kids." But he does sit with the athletic popular boys. Curioser and curiouser.

The English test was okay-easy. But my face is falling off in great white pieces of skin. Ew, gross. And my nose is getting worse. Red. And icky. And mean boys like Patrick and Henry and Mike are being evil. Evil home-boys. Grrrr.

In Omega, there was this whole debate whether you could take the healthy brain out of a diseased body and place it into the healthy body of a brain-dead person. I totally don't think you can do that. You can't kill somebody to save somebody else. The brain-dead person has the wish to stay alive, obviously, or the plug would've been pulled. They have the right to stay alive.

I also don't believe in the death penalty. Killing somebody will not make the crime that they committed any less horrendous. I think that life in prison without visits is a much worse punishment.

While I'm on such a controversial note, I don't believe in God. I worship nature. I believe yoga is the best thing that you can do for yourself. I don't believe in inorganic meats. I believe that most people don't breathe the way they should. I believe that saying 'Namaste' (which means 'The divine light in me acknowledges and honors the divne light in you) is the greatest compliment you can give.

This will spark a whole lotta comments, if anybody reads it.

Anyway, I's got a buttload of homework to do. I hate school. Bleh.

Every Single Frickin Frackin Thing I Did in Colorado

As I'm sure you all are dying to know what I did in Colorado for five days, here is ______________ (insert title here). I'll just start by saying ... DAMN my face hurts. Racoon tan from my goggles. Except more of a sunburn.


At 3:30pm Sunday afternoon, we (Nick, Steve, and I) left Bayville to stay with Daddy for the night, because a van was coming at 4:15am the next morning to bring us to our 6:00am flight, as I said before. Mom made us bring the AeroBed, so I slept on that while Nick and Steve each grabbed a couch. Nick got the short couch (less than five feet long), and his legs were up the wall. No joke. It was very amusing. Anyway, we had to get up at 3:30am the next morning, and Steve and Nick had to run out in the freezing cold to go downstairs and shower. Smart me took a shower the night before. I don't bode well with cold when I'm wet. So I stayed warm in cozy in my bra and panties (I slept in my undies) until the van pulled up and then I ran across the room like crazy getting dressed and deodorizing and cleaning my teeth and all. I must say, I looked good when I got out.


Our flight was delayed by an hour and a half after we went through the longest secuirty line EVER where they made me take off my Converses, so by the time we landed in Denver it was about 11:30am (1:30pm our time). By the time we waited for the van to the rental agency, got all of our stuff (four duffel bags, three ski bags) on the van to the rental agency, made the ride to the rental agency, took all our stuff off the van to the rental agency, got our rental car and took the two hour drive from Denver ALL the way into the mountains to Avon, which is about 5 minutes from Beaver Creek, it was close to two o'clock. So by the time we checked in, brought all of the bags up, etc., it was 3:00pm, and since most lifts close at 3:30, we decided to screw skiing for that day and headed up into the village to give a howdy-doo to Brian, Nick's dad. Brian owns three restaurants in Beaver Creek, The Chophouse, The Blue Moose Pizza, and Foxnut. Awesome places.


We get special access to the restaurants because Nick is the owner's son, so we just swung into his office, gave a hello, and made plans to go to The Chophouse at 5:00pm that night. Actually, we WANTED reservations for 5:00, but they were booked up, so we made reservations for 4:45pm and just went at 5:00.

We also found a bunch of guys in chef hats giving away free samples of chocolate chip cookies - yummy um ummy!!! Nick and Steve had three and I had two. They were all warm and gooey ... I'll stop. Then we stopped by this snowboard shop at the bottom of the escalators in BC village, and then just walked around, checking out the new location of The Blue Moose and his newest restaurant Foxnut, a sushi place, which is SO cool. The walls and ceiling are bright pink, the booths are bright green, the counter is bright green, the walls are green trimmed, they have live fish in bowls at the bar, and they have the COOLEST lights: they're light bulbs surrounded by connected paper flowers falling about two feet below it so you can't even see the bulb, and these were pink and green. Very chic, although I doubt Brian knew that.

At the snowboard shop, I found these awesome white snow pants for $210 that I didn't get, and this awesome bag/backpack thing that was HUGE (but not a tote). It had that green-brown canvas-y material, the kind some pants are made out of, and it had a buttload of pockets, and it was SO cool. There was also this green, blue, yellow, and red plaid sweater that sounds really weird but it was actually awesome, and I didn't get it because there were no smalls. And Nick and Steve found these vinyl (!) shoes that they fell in love with and didn't get. I personally thought they were ugly as sin, but try to keep my brothers away from shoes and you will be hurt.

Since Nick's half-brother Will had a ski day (!) at school Wednesday and could ski in Beaver Creek (where they live), we skiied Vail Tuesday and met up with Steve's friends Kelly and Sara and we skiied a while with them, Kelly's family's friend who's a ski instructor, her dad, and her stepmom, and we had a bunch of fun, even though in the morning it was 20 below and it warmed up to a balmy 8 degrees. Very cold. But the first day was also tres exciting.

Nick decked me!!! He was going off a lip, but little did he know I was directly under it, about to launch myself down this steep trail. About 6 feet away from the lip, he saw me, but he thought I was going to move, so he kept going. At about 1 foot away he thought, "Oh, shit, I'm going to kill CC," and then he thought, "Oh, shit, Steve [as in my dad] is going to kill me," and then he screamed, "Oh, shit!!" I looked up, we made eye contact, and I swear to God I thought, "Hmmm, Nick's above me, that's interesting," and then he grazed my left elbow (which was my uphill side) and I fell onto my side, but I saw him tumble (he landed frickin frackin HARD) so I was up in less than a second going to him because he wasn't moving, but he, the darling, whispered faintly, "Are you okay?" and I said, "Yeah, I'm fine," then I kicked my skis off and helped him sit up and ripped his goggles off and he looked like he was in so much pain. He couldn't raise his left arm above the shoulder (which he landed on) and we later found out from Pat (Will's mom), who's a physical therapist, that he probably ripped a tendon, but he toughed it out and kept going with us for the rest of the vacation, my angel. We only stopped once that day, me, him, and Dad, since my left knee was killing me, and Steve continued skiing with his chicas.

My left knee hurt the entire trip, as it does sometimes when I'm running. Damn knee. My left elbow also hurt when I touched it from the fall, and Nick ripped my brand new jacket!! Only a week old the day it was ripped. But it's fine. I like it. It gives the jacket character.

The first run was so beautiful Tuesday - it was freshly groomed, and the night before they had gotten a light dusting of snow so the grooming was all soft and there was still powder on the sides of the trails and it was so nice. Then for dinner we went to The Chophouse (what a great place) and our waiter was really, really, really, really cute. He had this adorable little accent and ... oh, I'll stop.

Wednesday we went to Beaver Creek and skiied over at Bachelor Gulch for the morning before skiing down to BC village to meet Will at McCoy's, so we sat down there and Dad went to make a call, and who should come over but Brian, who suggested we go to The Chophouse for lunch, which we did and sat outside, and Brian would wait for Will and send him over to us. Good plan.

We (Steve, Nick, Will, and I) had huge cups of hot chocolate since it was still pretty cold out, mid-20s, and I had a delectable prime rib sandwich, ummy ummy. My left knee was hurting again, so Dad and I left the boys at the top of Redtail and we went in for a break at Beano's Cabin. I know, I know, it's a weird name, but, hey, deal with it.

Will is a beast! He's 10 years old and skis like a monster! He tucks the entire way, not turning, not looking left and right, just speeding down the hillside and jumping over anything he can find. Little animal.

That night, Nick and Brian went out for dinner alone somewhere in the village, and Kelly and Sara came over and we all went to the Blue Moose for quite ummy pizza, where they have paper table cloths and crayons! We drew all over it, and Sara drew a dancing bear that was on the crayon cups, but added mean eyebrows and made him saying, "I'm a bear! I'm an angry bear!" I studied it and said "Sara, he still doen't look very angry. How about a whip?" So now he looks like a kinky bear instead of an angry bear, and we drew a whole bunch of creatures that Steve promptly drew Hitler mustaches on and so I drew hearts all over his side and we wrote "I heart Brian" and everything all over it and we want to try to sell it to the MOMA. They would totally accept it.

Oh, and there was a Yankee there! Brian Smith or something, I dunno, a black guy with a World Series ring. Then we walked around town and went to the General Store and had fun and I saw a shirt that said "I got lucky in Beaver Creek" that I wanted to get, but Nick wouldn't let me, so I didn't. Oh, I forgot, by where the old Blue Moose used to be, where Foxnut is now, there's a sign that says "BLUE MOOSE PIZZA IS 147 STEPS TO YOUR LEFT" or right or something. Brian had actually counted the steps about 20 times and then averaged it. Cool, eh? Brian and Nick stopped by The Blue Moose after they finished eating and we still were, and then Brian took us back to The Chophouse where they have a magician named Kiyan and we got a private magic show in this special reserved room. He's incredible. I have no idea how he does his stuff. Look him up ... he's just ... I ... it ... oh, just go to Colorado and see him for yourself, mmmkay?

Finally, on Friday, we returned to good ol' BC. Kelly had never been to BC even though she's been going to Vail since third grade and Sara's never been to Colorado before so they came over and we had so much fun. Steve took us on this incredibly difficult double black trail called Royal Elk Glade that Will had shown to Nick and him. It was really steep and at MOST the trees were two and a half feet apart, and moguls were naturally made because of people turning around the trees. Steve, Nick, and Kelly tore it up, while me and Sara slid and laughed down it, and Dad stayed behind us in case we fell. We had lots of fun planning ways to kill Steve and Nick for taking us down it, and then it cleared up and we tore down it and it was very fun. Probably the hardest trail on the mountain. I would do it again.

Oh, and on one of the last runs Friday this woman who I thought was a man decked me as I was merging into the trail, and this really cute ski patrol guy yelled at the woman and kept saying sorry to me and he was SO cute and I was finally just like, "Yeah, I'm fine, oh, by the way, you're really cute." Nick and Dad saw it, Kelly and Steve were at the bottom, and Sara came around the corner to see both of my skis release and me fall onto my back. It was a pretty great fall.

I'm done, but you know what? No matter how much I write, you'll never get it. There was so much more to it than just this. I don't know why I bother...

Anyway, if you've stuck by me this long, I have a question that you can comment to answer. What do you think of the nickname 'Lia' for me instead of 'CC'? You know, the other end of 'Cecilia'. Answer me.

Tomorrow is Judgement Day. Tonight I'm going to Dad's place in Port Washington, and at 4:15am tomorrow a van is coming to pick us up to bring us to the airport. I will be tired. Very much so

Nick and Jen arrived last night. Steve and I had been watching Kill Bill Volume 1 (which I'd never seen before) but when Nick got here they outvoted me and started watching a Steve-O video. Not that I don't like Steve-O. I do. I really, really do. And Johnny Knoxville is in it, too, a definite plus. God, he looks good in glasses. I have a thing for guys with glasses. Also for guys with a happy trail ... I've said too much.

Anyhoo, as I was saying before Knoxville's very good looks interrupted my train of thought, I've seen this particular video before. And these things are kind of a one-hit wonder, you know? So I was literally bored to tears. But I played along and made my boys happy. I'm a good sister. Pet me. I'm a good kitty.

My Beatles poster is crooked (the one on my ceiling) and it's really irritating me. I can't fix it. I've tried. It just likes being crooked. Why the hell am I so very OCD? Urg.

This girl (hereafter called U) was telling me all of these things about this guy (herafter called K), and it was so cute! I mean, he does all of these cute things and has all of these cute expressions. I'm not talking, "Oh, yeah, cute." I'm talking, "AAAAAAAAAWWWWW. K is so cute!! I love him!! Tell him to call me!!" Not joking. SO adorable. You can't even imagine.

I can't remember anything I did yesterday ... hmmm. Sounds kind of sketchy. Oh, wait, yes, I packed up, ate chocolate chips, took a shower, did homework, talked to Sophia. Yup, that's pretty much it. If you want to know all of the gory details, call me. Especially if your code name is K.

Sophia gave me these really awesome songs. I'm addicted to two of them. "Bleed Like Me" by Garbage and "Saddest Girl Story" by The Starting Line. I love the first one because it's so sad and reflects how I feel, and the latter because I totally, totally, totally love the lyrics. They encourage me that I don't need that bastard. I don't need 'im. Nuh-uh.

Weeeell, since my weekend's turning out pretty boring, I'm going to fly.

Catch y'alls later.

COLORADO!!!!

I'm so excited! In less than three days, I'm leaving to go skiing in Colorado with Steve, Nick, and Dad! It's going to be so much fun. I miss Nick SO much - I haven't seen him since the beginning of January. It feels like so long. Well, I guess it kind of IS a long time. But now I get to see him! And room with him! And ski with him (well, he rides)! And swim with him! And go on a plane with him! And annoy him! Yay!

I don't think anybody really wants to know this, but yesterday I got new bras! As my social studies classknows all too well. One of them I'm wearing now. It's delectable.It has black and white pinstripes and a flowery trim. Very nice.

Noel, Noel, Noel. Noel, Noel, Noel. You are quite a character. I've never seen Danny blush before. Nick is a different story, but still, it was a rather bright blush. It was so cute!! To spare Noel shame, I won't go into detail.

Oh, by the way, there are two different Nicks. nick and Nick. him and Him. First paragraph ... Nick. Third paragraph ... nick. Heh.

My brother said that there were a bare few of boys in my grade that I could date. Because he's crabby, I won't say who. He's very, very crabby, actually. He just hit me because he saw I was writing this. Lordy.

I's gotta go. I'll probably write more about what I did today later. To sum it up, I played kickball with Corinne, Alicia, Ricky, and Steve, played Scattergories with them, walked to the candy store with everyone except Alicia (she a'went), and ... yeah. Chilled with Cori. As I'm doing now. Oh, I yelled at Sophia, not telling why. Yup.

Later skaters. I know my doings are so fascinating, but I simply must go.

Girl's Night Out!

Nothing is better than Saturday nights. Even snow days on a Monday. Saturday nights are still cooler. Especially when you hang out with Jess and Sophia and Corinne and go to see Curious George and Sophia's dad calls you whackjobs.

We all met at La Famiglia in Glen Cove at 6:00pm. The only person I KNEW was coming was Corinne, because she gave me a ride. Then I see the very top of a brown head in the window and knew my little beast Sophia was there. So she comes in, and I'm chugging my root beer and exploding with laughter and giving Cori life lessons (check out her blog, you'll see). So Sophia pulls another table up to ours, and orders a seltzer (ew). Then we see Jess skipping along in her pea coat, bun, tights, and leotard. And she looked pretty hot, for all those guys who want a mental image. She had a plastic bag with her clothes in it, so she went to change.

Then we ordered a small cheese pie and 6 garlic knots (because Cori LOVES garlic and ate three). And I learned that Jess does not eat pizza, she MASSACRES it. I felt bad for her slice. Honestly. She like peeled off the sauce with the cheese still stuck to it and ate that. She did not eat the bread. And I had two slices because I was hungry as a button.

While we were eating, a drew a nice little landscape in Cori's notebook with her markers, looked at it satisfactorily, and then said, "I'm going to draw a bunny." So I take the brown marker and just spontaneously draw a HUGE brown dot. It was pretty good.

And then we went to get our tickets, and the children's tickets are only for 11 and under, so I go up first, and I say in my best wheedling voice, "Can we be children for tonight?" and the guys looks at me and says, "Eh ... no." So we were students.

I go into the theatre to get our seats while the rest of the girls get refreshments, and I sit down (purposely not blocking the view of the kiddlies behind us) in front of this nice family in front of us.

I should NOT go to children's movies. I keep seeing the most subliminal messages. In Curious George. Honestly. It was very difficult to keep from shouting them out. Like with the Pink Panther preview. It was so bad. He ends up on the floor in his underwear while his phone's on vibrate. Goodness.

Oh, and the girls explained to me in great detail how the guy at the counter was hitting on Sophia. HA. It was good.

After the movie, I called my mom to give Cori, Jess, and me a ride to alicia's house (where we were staying for the night). While we were waiting for her, we took a walk down the street, and there were these two cops in their car watching us. Just watching us walk down the street. It was kind of creepy.

When we were heading back, there was this nerdy-type guy checking us out as he went back into the restaurant. And there was another REALLY hot guy wearing a pink button-down shirt underneath a green sweater. And he checked us out, too. Very hot.

And it was snowing! We were outside of Starbucks and there were yet MORE guys checking us out until Jess starts doing a snow dance. Hopping around on one foot, singing, etc. It was great.

So my mom finally comes and we drop Jess off and as she's running up the driveway to get to her house, she slips on the snow. Typical Jess.

We get to Alicia's house and she's in her jammies, so we bring all of our stuff into the basement, and I take my jeans off because I had gotten the backs wet from walking in the snow, so I'm lounging around in my panties and my button-down shirt. And Alicia and Cori are chasing me around trying to get me to put on my comfy, soft PJ bottoms. But I didn't want to, because I was very comfortable, and the heat was turned up in the basement for us because it's usually FREEZING down there.

I look out the door (it's glass) and see that there's already about a half foot of snow, so I immediately attempt unlocking it (very difficult) and when Cori finally does, I fling myself head-first into the snow. And come back in with Ali's mouth hanging open and Cori laughing at me and gettng towels because I'm freezing and wet. Me and Cori do this several times up to 3:45am while Alicia either sleeps or looks on in wonder.

The rest of the night we spend playing Truth, Dare, Kiss, or Promise (the British version of Truth or Dare). The best dare was when Ali pole-danced in her bra and PJ pants to Fall Out Boy. My iPod was hooked up to the speakers the whole time so we had lots of good music. Fall Out Boy, Green Day, Blink-182, Red Hot Chili Peppers, The Clash, The Darkness, The Magic Numbers, The Killers, The Presidents of the United States of America, Sugarcult, Thursday, Yellowcard, Stephen Lynch, Michael Tolcher, Weezer, U2, Foo Fighters, Franz Ferdinand, Gorillaz, Go Betty Go, Flogging Molly, The Briggs, etc. Good music.

Me and Cori danced the whole night, I massaged Ali's feet trying to get her to get up and dance, all that jazz. She actually did get up at around 2:00am. It was fun.

And for breakfast, Gloria (Ali's mom) made us pancakes! And then we watched ... a movie. I forget which. Oh, yeah, Annie. Good movie. And Ricky (Ali's brother) watched it with us. And then Cori and I screwed around with Ali's AIM. And then we watched the beginning of High School Musical (I've never seen it) and Cori and I agree that the hottest guy is the skater who plays cello. But you only see him once! And he's really hot! It's so sad.

And then we had pigs in blankets for lunch, which is like my favorite food ever. It was good times. And I fooled around in the snow by myself for a while before Ali's dad gave Cori and I rides home.

It was fun. Good times.

Spelling Bee

Today in school we had the Spelling Bee. Why the HELL did I get myself into that? I was onstage and looked over at Matt (who was on my left) and just shook my head.I mean, I HATE spelling. Anyway, I always get really nervous when I'm onstage until I actually have to do something. And then I'm fine. But I got out on the word 'jeopordize'. I thought it was spelt 'jeapordize'. And if I hadn't gotten it wrong today, I would have spelt it wrong again. Hahahahah. Spelling bees are good for something, I guess.

I'm making this because my friend Jess has a blog and I needed to make one in order to post a comment. Yup. Pretty ill, eh? Jess, we love you. Everything will heal in time. Until then, we're there for you.

Yesterday, Alicia got the solo for Chorus! I'm so proud of her! The only bad thing is that she has TERRIBLE stage fright. One time, she had to read a paragraph to induct new members into the National Junior Honor Society, and afterwards, she had been so nervous, she almost threw up! Poor baby. I don't know how she's going to do this, but I'll help her in any way I can. I want her to do this; her voice (like Jess's!) is so beautiful, it should be shared. You two ... goodness, you make me feel like a toad.

That's all for now. I know you're disappointed. Too bad.

Later skaters.
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