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Well, howdy, y'all. It's been about... oh... forever since I last posted. And I decided to post now because, quite frankly, I didn't want my next post to be about my cat, Ashley, dying. See, she's about a bajillion years old and she can barely walk and she's practically blind and deaf and she's a Persian but her fur's really raggedy and her liver's failing and she can't control her bodily functions and she's really cranky because we have her in a concentration camp in the playroom. Except, you know, without the Nazis.

Coheed and Cambria is an interesting phenomenon. The music is good. Nay, the music is fabulous but for one thing. The singing is uber-feminine. Except for this one part in "The Suffering" when they sing "If it was up to me" where on "up to me" it goes low.

Writing about low, yesterday I watched "Walk the Line" and determined three things: a) Joaquin Phoenix is a major hottie (a confirmation rather than a realization), b) not all country is bad, and c) Johnny Cash sang really low. I never realized it before. But he does.

What have I been doing since August 30th... ho, hum. Well, school started. Duh. I have mostly good teachers, I think, but I'm not going to write anything specific because the school has a tendency of SPYING on the kids. Fck you, school. It's so ridiculous that we can be suspended for things we do out of school. What the hell is that all about? Jeez.

Patrick left us for Chaminade. It was heartbreaking. I miss him so much every day. Jess, Alicia, Sophia, Cori, and I went to the first Chami-dance. It was so much fun! We got to meet all of Pat's little Catholic friends, and an upperclassman with the words "BUY SODA" written on his biceps flexed for Jess, Cori, and I. He wasn't very yummy, though. Only a little bit. I like cocky, aggressive guys, but he seemed too cocky and aggressive. Ah, well. Life shall go on.

I tried out for the drama and... I got in! It's a whole bunch of little sketches that all take place in a restaurant strung along, so we're calling it "A La Carte". I'm in one scene, "Dishing the Dirt", with Stef and Austen. We're gossiping about all these celebrities walking into the restaurant, but it turns out - no! I won't spoil it! I refuse! I'm also in another scene, "Eat Your Heart Out", where Lucas is forced to hit on me and Kelly plays the funniest character. I'm so excited for it! I can't wait! But I'm also really nervous, because if I crack up in "Dishing the Dirt" I'll ruin the whole scene! I have to practice keeping a straight face. Hee hoo. Hee hoo.

I'm psyched because I'm doing pretty well in math this year. Knock on wood.

I'm in GSA (Gay-Straight Alliance), and I think the stuff we're going to do is going to be really cool.

I'm also in Interact. I helped out at the Oktoberfest in September and I had so much fun hanging with Danielle, Hayden, Pat, John, and Henry. It was buckets of enjoyment. And the animals in the petting zoo were so cute!!! Little baby duckies, and a kid (baby goat), and bunnies, and chickens, yummy yum yum!

Oh, I'm also a very new Buddhist. I'm a bit fuzzy though and I really need to find a mentor.

Aha! I found a really awesome website for tights that I'm not telling anybody about because it's my website, mine mine mine! I can't wait to get some; they're going to be totally, for lack of better word, pimp!

There's also a good website for free sht that I'm also not telling anyone about. It's mine. Mwahahahahaha.

Bonnie officially gets the Cool Car of the Century award. I have no idea what type it is, except it's totally old school with a convertible T-top and to keep the trunk open you have to put a stick in it and there's no foot room in the backseat so if anyone's back there (namely, me) you have to pretty much lay down on the seats. And she has an iPod mini with iTrip so she can blast music in it, too. It's awesome!!! She wants to sell it to Steve in April before she goes to college, and I'm going to try to get him to sell it to me when he goes to college. I want that car!!!

I also want my license, but that's beside the point.

Tonight, Mom, Jen, Nick, and I are going to the new Scream Park. I'm scared. Men chase you with chainsaws. And there's a maze. And I'm scared. Patrick went with Henry and a couple of other guys, and he said it was great because nothing scares Henry. He's "stoic," apparently. I want to go with Henry!!! Waaaaaah!!! Nick's a pussy, he's probably going to piss his pants!!! Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!

The field hockey season's going... well-ish. We're 2-7, I think. I hyperextended my elbow playing that god-forsaken sport.

I probably forgot a shtload of stuff because it's been two months since my last post, but whatever.