eat, sleep, fuck, and flee

oh WOW oh WOW

2008-10-26T23:13:00.002-04:00

Barely a year after my last post. I was such a motherfucking tool back then.

New blog!

2007-10-04T06:46:00.001-04:00

I decided that since I have a journal about my personal life, I have a new blog, www.cclovessoy.blogspot.com, about cool stuff I find.

Be there.

Procrastination (is it water on the knee?)

2007-06-03T14:58:00.001-04:00

Damn. I haven't posted in a month. And of course now I'm only posting because I don't want to write my English and history essays.

I'm not sure why I post, anyway. Nobody reads it. I wish more people did. I think I'm entertaining enough. If you're reading this, comment so I can feel loved.

Fourth of July is coming up (and I'm leaving for camp on the fifth). Y'all know what that means. Make-out-on-the-beach-with-a-girl time!

That was a joke. Joking about last year. When Anonymous described in vivid detail how me and one of my girls were hooking up. Propaganda.

In fact, I've never hooked up. I've never been drunk. I've never been high.

I wonder if Anette (my mom) still reads this.

Well, if she does, I'm more honest on here than I'd ever be with her in REAL LIFE.

I've never had opportunities to do those things. I'd definitely hook up (as long as he wasn't gross), I'd definitely get drunk (and risk Steve kicking my ass), and I might get high.

I'd feel really guilty getting high. I asked Steve once if he ever had (still not sure I believe him) and he started going on about how drugs are really different from alcohol and how people say it's not a big deal and how it is a big deal and how you can get addicted and things like that. So I'd feel guilty.

I have my own high though; Ms. Nagor would call it my natural high (snort), but I don't know how natural it is. I don't sleep. And then I get a high. It's amazing.

I wish I was a better photographer. That's what I want to make a career out of, but I'm really not awesome. Check out my deviantart, http://swedesrockharder.deviantart.com/, and tell me how it is.

I joined a group on Facebook today. I love Facebook groups. I'm addicted. I joined a group called something like "I'm sexually inappropriate with my friends but I'm not actually a Lesbian." Because that's the truth. So many people think I'm gay! It's so strange. They obviously don't know me AT ALL. I'm like the horniest little mofo (God, I REALLY hope Anette doesn't read this). Girls don't turn me on.

Andrew really made me respect him a lot more when he said that when the idiotic sophomore girls freak out when I walk by them, saying, "There goes the Lesbian!" he tells them that I'm not, and what would it matter if I was?

I have short hair. I wear motorcycle boots. I'm vegan. I guess I understand how people would think I'm a total bull dyke. But I have short hair because it's funky and different. And motorcycle boots are really cool and so versatile. And I'm vegan because I love animals, have morals, value my health, and would like to help the environment.

Corinne hates that I'm vegan. I don't know why.

I discovered how exciting it is to plant a vegetable garden and grow it. My strawberries and three tomato plants are flowering. I can eat the lettuce. The spinach is growing. The basil is huge. The catnip is... well, the catnip's destroyed, thanks to my cat and the neighbourhood strays. The snowpeas have little mini snowpeas just starting to grow. The watermelon died, but that's alright. The rosemary, parsley, and mint I don't care about. They basically stayed the same. They're for Anette.

Oh, to date, I've lost ten pounds. I'm really excited by that. I celebrated by eating a pint of soy ice cream.

No, I'm totally kidding. But I really did lose ten pounds. I understand now how people can become weight freaks. Lately, people have been like, "You look so lean! Did you lose weight? You have a very erotic physique" (that last one was Jess). And I can imagine what they'd say if I lost another ten. But then I'd be 104 lb. and 5'4", and I don't think that's healthy.

Now I just need to tone.

I went to Whole Foods for the first time Friday and totally orgasmed. I nearly peed myself with excitement. I want it to be my final resting place. There's so much vegan stuff, so much healthy stuff, for ridiculously high prices. I think I want to have a protest. Health food stores and companies take advantage of health-conscious people and of vegans. It's not fair. I want to retaliate.

I'm also going to hand out fliers at KFC as soon as they come in the mail from PETA. I really want to become active in preserving animal rights, human rights, and the environment.

But first, I have to get through school. I have a ridiculous amount of work to do. It's really not cool. I have to make up Spanish work. I have to write two essays. I have to study for finals. I have to do my Chefs project. I need to prepare for the Relay. I need to get a dress for Sara Salt's sweet sixteen. I need to help Corinne organize our garden party (which I think we're going overboard with).

Well. This took up a sufficient amount of time. I think I can get back to Romeo and Juliet. I memorized my seventeen lines last night.

The clock struck nine when I did send the nurse.
In half an hour she promised to return.
Perchance she cannot meet him. That's not so.
Oh, she is lame! Love's heralds should be thoughts,
Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams,
Driving back shadows over lowering hills.
Therefore do nimble-pinioned doves draw love,
And therefore hath wind-swift Cupid wings.
How is the sun upon the highmost hill
Of this day's journey, and from nine till twelve
Is three long hours; yet she is not come.
Had she affections and warm youthful blood,
She would be as swift in motion as a ball,
My words would bandy her to my sweet love,
And his to me.
But old folks, many feign as they were dead,
Unwieldy, slow, heavy, and pale as lead.

Ah, Juliet. I've discovered a love for Shakespeare.

So now I have to get back to it.

-sigh-

I am positively sensitive.

2007-04-30T17:18:00.000-04:00

Mike doesn't have a blog/doesn't check blogs, so it's okay for me to write this up here. I DON'T LIKE PEOPLE TO KNOW THEY GET TO ME.

I was made to cry twice today.

I do have my period, unexpectedly, though. It was only a 26-day cycle, whereas I'm normally 32. What the hell is up with that???

Anyway, maybe that's why I found myself biting back tears twice today.

I mean, I had a field trip today, where I had so much fun, and I still cried twice!

First. I got a new haircut that I have sort of a love-hate relationship with. I love that it's really unique, and it shows people I'm spontaneous and that I live in the moment, and it feels pixie-ish (thanks, Cori). I hate that it shows my ears that I'm so self-conscious about and it's kind of mannish and kind of ugly and I look kind of like a dyke.

Yeah, it's really short.

So, I'm really self-conscious about my ears. I always have been. They're huge and they stick out. A lot. I'm very self-conscious.

Mike wasn't at the Formal (fun!), and I didn't see anybody all weekend since I volunteered at the Arbor Day Festival at Planting Fields, so he saw my new haircut for the first time today. I was liking it this morning! I get into school to get ready for my field trip, Mike walks up to me with a funny look on his face. And I was kind of like, "Well, this is going to suck." He puts his hands up to his head, kind of mimicking what ears look like, and says, "That new haircut, it makes your ears look huge. They stick out so much!"

And I was hurt briefly. And then I got pissed. "Mike, you're a dick. Shut the fuck up." "Your ears-" "Fuck off. Go away."

And then I got hurt again. And cried on my way to the Chefs classroom.

It really hurt my feelings!

I have a lot of homework. I have Interact, and I have a captains' meeting.

I'm also pretty hurt that the guys don't want to be on my team. I feel like an idiot for having such a "gay" name. I thought it was fun. But now I feel stupid.

The field trip was awesomen, though. We went to Kitchen Kabaret for breakfast. I had a fruit salad that I didn't finish, and Buffa chugged three different energy drinks: Red Bull, Bomba, and Extreme Energy Shot. Extreme Energy Shot is the first energy drink that I think is good. It's delicious.

Then we went to Hick's to "look at herbs," i.e. jerk off and cause trouble. That was a lot of fun. We went to Benihana's for lunch, during which I spilled my entire water all over the table (not on myself!). I don't know how I did it, but I did. The "vegeterian delight" was pretty good. I drank soy sauce straight. Love that stuff.

We went to Cold Stone, where I got dark chocolate Love It with Twix and Heath Bar in a waffle bowl. It was delicious. The guy behind the counter was totally hitting on me. He gave me the waffle bowl for free and told me he'd get me another one if it wasn't perfect. It was fun.

And then we got back to school and Harrison made me cry.

That's right.

Harrison made me cry.

I was going to go to my locker before the bell rang so I could put my textbook away and he wouldn't let me.

So I forced myself not to cry.

WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME? I NEVER CRY.

Actually, I cry all the time. But I don't tell anybody! And I don't cry over things like this!

Actually, I do. I cry over commercials. I cry over songs. I cry over stuffed animals. I cry over lots of things.

BUT STILL.

Why not wake up in great skin?

2007-04-09T12:52:00.000-04:00

Oooh, nice one, stalker. Very speedy of you. I suppose you now deserve a post. How unfortunate.

I keep forgetting to tell my friends this, but it's a very pressing (and entertaining, and interesting, and adorable) matter. WE HAVE A RACOON NEST IN OUR ATTIC. I mean, I don't even know if we HAVE an attic; it might just be a crawl space. BUT THERE IS A RACOON NEST IN IT. At first, it freaked me out a lot whenever I heard them crawling around above my head and making their weird chirpy noises, because they sounded like the baby animals in the movie "Evolution." But then I realized that there are little baby racoons living mere feet above my head, so whenever I hear them now, I smile.

They are my friends. My dad is going to trap them and release them in Port Washington. I will miss them.

Florida kicked ass. I'm going to reveal something very personal right now; are you ready? Since you can't answer, I'll continue anyway. I WORE A BIKINI. I hope my loyal readers aren't thinking, "Ew. Oh my god. Ew. Like, ew. Like, CC in a bikini. Ew." Because... I have something more to share. One of the bikinis ["bikini" is probably the weirdest word ever; think about it] I wore was a STRING BIKINI. And, I brought a tankini, but when I put it on one day, I realized I didn't like it. And I realized I didn't like board shorts. The shorts make my torso look very short (which it is), and the tankini made my stomach look gross. Grosser than the bikini did.

I KNOW. YEAH, I KNOW.

Oh my god. "Ten Years Younger" has a new host. I'm so happy! I hated the other host. He was so annoying. Oooh, cute guy looking at him in the soundproof box. OOOOH, he has a Scottish accent. And there's one with a British accent! This is so exciting! There are so many cute guys on this show! I guess before the weird, annoying, stupid host scared them away.

I'm waiting for the dryer repairman. He was supposed to be here by 1:00 p.m. He's LATE. I'm glad. I'm scared of him. And if the place calls, to say he's not coming, then I have to pick up. And that's even scarier.

Now I'm watching "A Haunting." This show is so cool. Except the actors they choose to reinact (is that how you spell it?) the scenes look nothing like the actual people. Oooh, one of them has a Scottish accent! Oh, but see, the actor is really cute, but the real guy has an earring and is all gross. They set me up for such disappointment, it's not fair.

I like the actor, though.

My Celebrity Crush of the Moment is on Jon Heder. I'll copy and paste why off my Kaboodle page, where I put him on my list called "Dream Boys." "John Heder is my celebrity crush of the moment. He's really cute, he's an awesome actor, and he's outliving the, 'Who's Jon Heder? Oh, that guy who played Napoleon Dynamite?' I love his work, I love his look, and I'll bet he's non-imposing. I truly do like him."

Speaking of my Kaboodle, you guys should definitely check it out. Get me some presents. Maybe now, or maybe for my birthday. <http://www.kaboodle.com/swedishphish116>

I want to have a party today but nobody can host it. It's pissing me off. Everything is always at mine/Hayden's house, but neither of us can do it this time, so it's not going to happen.

I like the "Orkin" commercials. The guy looks cuddly.

RELAY FOR LIFE, PEOPLE. SIGN UP FOR MY TEAM. (If, and only if, I like you. Hey, you know what, ask me first. E-mail me: swedishphish116@gmail.com. If I don't like you, I'll make up some bullshit excuse, like, "Oh, we're full." Which is complete bullshit.) DONATE. WE'VE GOT TO GET GOING.

Ooooh, "American Pie 2" is on. YES. Hahahahahahahah. He just glued his hands to his peepee. Hahahahahahahahahah. And now his hands are glued to the porn tape, too. Hahahahahah. I love these movies. I sympathize. Not that I've, you know, ever watched porn, or had a penis.

Dryer man is fifteen minutes late. More or less. He was supposed to be here BY one.

Hahahah, Finch.

Hahahah, Stifler.

Dryer man is here. Should I continue to watch American Pie, right next to the basement door, since he's in the basement? Should I move to the playroom? IT'S SUCH A DILEMMA.

I don't know what to do. I'm scared. Help me.

I don't like wine. That makes me a freak.

Hey, I want to have a cinco de mayo party. With plenty of tequila and margaritas. Ay, ay, ay, ay! Ariba!

Identity theft is COOL.

No, it's not.

Now I'm just blogging words. I suck. Here, I'll put some pictures on of my vacation on Orchid Island. (I don't like to say I was in Florida. Florida sucks. Everyone's like, "Yay, Florida!" And I don't like Florida. It's so mainstream and elderly. Tons of prune juice. I say I was on Orchid Island.)

No, I won't. That takes too much effort.

Dryer man was very nice. I like him.

Hahahahah, American Pie.

Right, I'm done.

Stalker, please

2007-04-07T19:41:00.000-04:00

Well, well, well. I do have an hour to kill before Hayden and I go to see "Meet the Robinsons."

Cori and I got back from Florida Thursday. We pretty much just

HAHAHAH. GOT YOU, DIDN'T I?

I am def-jam-toe-jam (I don't know what it means, either) not going to post until I get the name of my stalker! Or at least another comment or two.

Mental Prostitution

2007-03-14T20:30:00.000-04:00

Did I post this one already? I definitely might have. But excuse me. I'm exhausted. The show opens Friday. Tech Week is giving me AIDS, that's how much it sucks. I was right in my prediction: musical tech week is a lot tougher than drama tech week.

SO EVERYBODY CAN COME TO THE SHOWS:
TICKETS ARE $5 IN ADVANCE, $8 AT THE DOOR
FRIDAY AND SATURDAY'S SHOWS START AT 8:00 P.M.
SUNDAY'S SHOW STARTS AT 3:00 P.M.
WE'RE COLLECTING DONATIONS FOR THE PAJAMA PROJECT, AN ORGANIZATION THAT SUPPLIES FOSTER CHILDREN WITH THE NECESSITIES THEY MAY HAVE LEFT AT HOME IF THEY WERE TAKEN OUT IN AN EMERGENCY SITUATION. WE'RE COLLECTING BEDTIME NECESSITIES, SUCH AS PAJAMAS, TOOTHBRUSHES, TEDDY BEARS, ETC.
THANK YOU.

I love this line so, so much. It's by Say Anything; the picture is of Corinne's window.

I'm tired now. Later.

Leave Undeserving Him

2007-03-07T18:01:00.000-05:00

Alright, so this one is an eensy-weensy bit emo. Just a little

Hey, I warned you. But you looked anyway. Anyway, these are the lights of Manhattan as I was walking over a bridge to get to a party in Brooklyn. Lyrics are from The Starting Line.

The End.

Killing

2007-03-05T17:55:00.000-05:00

I haven't really felt like posting for you unattentive losers in a while, so this is why I'm posting now, rather than every day.

Oh, this was a fun day. Corinne and I were ill-chilling on the upper field. I was Squanto and she was Pocahontas. I built the teepee while she went hunting, as pictured in this photograph. The lyrics are from a song by Say Anything.

w00t

Everybody Cries

2007-03-01T18:24:00.000-05:00

It's a little bit really depressing that nobody has read this yet. Perhaps I'm too impatient.

This one, I must say, I really, really like. The picture is of the hangglider ride at the fair, you know the one. And the lyrics are from "Everybody Hurts" by R.E.M. I wish they were all as appealing to me as this one. Because this one, like, really really is.

We Are The Fury/The Audition/Head Automatica/Jack's Mannequin concert last night rocked.

Conditional Love

2007-02-27T19:37:00.000-05:00

Still fulfilling the little-known-about promise I made. Here is your picture of the day:

This is good old Steven Liberto, looking hot and bothered at Cloe's Sweet Sixteen. Very hot, I'd say. No, he's really not emo. I told him to pose like this.

Professionally, I just have to point out that he has a wondrous skin tone. It looks so amazing on camera. I have some shots of him where it's like, mmmm, I want to lick your skin off.

Y'all should see him dance to "Steam Heat" for "The Pajama Game." Hottie!

Anyway, the quote is from Gym Class Heroes, who are way awesome. I'm naming my band for the history project after them, I think. They're going to be called Lower Class Heroes if they're peasants, but they might be the Catholic church or rulers. Not sure yet.

Anger

2007-02-26T18:56:00.000-05:00

I'm fulfilling my promise, even though nobody read it. -pouts- I really should be doing my math homework and finding out what the hell 'i' means, but instead, I'm satisfying my "faithful" readers.

This bad boy I took when Corinne and I were playing on the upper field that one day. We never did that again. Mainly because we would have frozen our nipples off. Right, so this is a picture of a chee, or, for you illiterate (who are being read to), a tree.

The quote I wrote in "CAC Pinafore," if anybody's curious, and it's from the remarkable, wonderful, stupendous, most amazing band ever, Say Anything. I love them, so much. If anybody wants to make my life, take me to another one of their concerts. Or hook me up with Max Bemis. They are so FREAKING GOOD.

Nobody cared about that last paragraph; it just made me feel official, and I hope that by mentioning SAY ANYTHING and their lead singer, MAX BEMIS, a lot, they'll be Googling themselves and come across my blog, and say, "Hey, look at this girl, she deserves for us to grace her and most likely give her a stroke by, like, commenting on her blog and giving her free concert tickets and tee shirts and signed drumsticks and maybe a little sex."

Damn, I should register on Google.

You shut your mouth when you're talking to me.

2007-02-25T19:50:00.000-05:00

So Colorado was radinacan. I caught some big air, fell a few times, flirted with ski instructors, got sunburn, ate good foods, watched Mexicans laugh at Kelly eating a jalapen(tilde)o pepper, swam in sulfur water, got stalked by Scuba Guy, was advised to take birth control by a woman on the chairlift with two small women, celebrated Mardi Gras, wrote all over the SkyMall catalog and left my e-mail on it on the plane and left it on a cute guy's seat while he was in the bathroom, etc. Your typical skiing vacation.

I ALSO became very bored while my dad and brother watched some dumb sports or something, I don't know. So I made these.

There are a bunch more "and a hole lot more!". Yes, that's redundant and very, very odd. But, you know, the bagel store with the "and a hole..."

-clears throat-

Anyway! I'll upload the other ones later. Or WAIT! I know! I'll upload them seperately! You'll get a new one everyday if I feel like it! If I don't, you'll get a new one at uneven intervals! Wait, I'm deleting the middle part of the post.

Okay, because this post turned out so weird and I think a lot of you (Alex says there are a lot of you) are confused.

Man, if I have such a following I ought to post more often. If you want me to post more often, leave a comment. Hell, if you read this, leave a comment. I want to know if Alex is a filthy lying bastard. If he is, and not a lot of comments appear, he's going to be beaten up by my high school-henchmen. So, for his sake, comment.

Aha!

Time warp, much?

2007-02-06T18:54:00.000-05:00

My goodness, my last post was written at the same moment as Chinese foot-binding became popular.

I am terrified of all things, frightened of the dark

2007-01-18T19:03:00.000-05:00

Today was the first snow of the year!

And I just realized that it's only been 18 days since the New Year.

And I'm still fat.

Damn, this is disappointing.

Right, so I've been having fun and keeping very busy. Or just jacking off. Rehearsals started for "The Pajama Game" (in the ensemble, I am). The songs are so much fun, even if I sing the worst.

Tomorrow night is a Chami-dance. W00t w00t. I really, really want to meet Chris Mellow. Seriously, haven't I been meaning to meet him since a very long time ago? Ever since Patrick first uttered his complacent name? (I used "complacent" randomly; I'm not quite sure what it means.)

The night after that (Saturday night) is a Nine Days concert that Patrick isn't coming to!!! What? Yeah, it's messed up. But I'm missing Jess's party for it and I really hope she isn't fuming inwardly. So far, I think just Mike, me, and Nick are going. I'm desperately trying to convince Nick that Jack (his little brother) should also come, but to no avail.

And then SUNDAY, I want to go dress-shopping for Chloe's Sweet Sixteen. Yeah, Chloe! My brother was supposed to RSVP, but I'm not sure if he did, so I'm not sure if she's expecting us. But WE'RE COMING, Chloe, WE'RE COMING. I also have to buy a gift for her; I'm thinking a pretty, delicate bracelet or necklace. Chloe has such a good voice.

I have many, many projects to do, the most prominent of which is my Spanish "Good Morning Long Island" video project. The script is due tomorrow. Which we found out... two days ago? Yesterday? Anyway, our script is NOT DONE. It's me, Henry, Matt, and Alicia. It should be really funny. We're news talk show people. Alicia is this bright-ass, cheery anchor who keeps her plastic smile throughout all the bad news. Henry is falling asleep, looking disheveled and cute, as he stumbles through the entertainment news. I'm a tomboy-ish, gross, nose-picking, butt-scratching, icky-icky sports newscaster. Matt's filming, and I think he's going to be the weather man.

But, when it comes to actually getting it done, we're fucked.

We also have to make a video for English (what?) about a scene from The Odyssey. We want it to be Nick, John, Henry, and I. We're going to write our own scene where we land on an island of midgets so Jack can be it. Because Jack HAS to be in it. I wish I saw Jack's adorable face every minute of every hour of every day.

Testing week is coming up. Shit on rye bread. Math Regents, Ghist midterm, Esci midterm. This is bad. I'm screwed, really truly.

Nick and I are finding a new boyfriend for Hayden. We don't like the one she has. He's not hot, he's shy, he doesn't ravish her... I mean, the list goes on and on. We either want her to date Nik Helmick or Alex Luzysnki (who's a grade above her). Neither are exactly hot, but they're adorable in a puppy-dog kind of way. If those don't work out, we're importing a guy from England or Ireland. This is only until high school, mind you. When she's in high school, she is SO with Andrew.

We're making a podcast/fake radio station for English. It's weird. Me and Nick want to be coanchors (or co-anchors). We're all reading parts of our stories. I really hope Harri likes mine.

Speaking of Harri, I had detention with him today, but I also had GSA pictures and I had to go get a library card so I can go to the Chami-dance. He told me to sit in the back and raise my hand when I learned my lesson. I contemplated for a moment and raised my hand. He came to me, and I said oh-so-elegantly, "I've realized how hurtful and immature trashing others is (I got detention for calling Nick dumb) and I've recognized Nick's beautiful soul for what it is." He laughed at me and let me go. Score.

I am so damn good at excuses and giving thanks and all of these tricky-icky word-of-mouth things. Like when Wilson was pissed at Kyle and I for fooling around with the UPS thing and I'm all, "Mr. Wilson, I completely understand where you're coming from. It'll never happen again. I understand." I completely and indefinitely win.

I got my working card! Which means I can get a job at PETCO, which means I get 50% off (I think), which means I'll have more of a case, which means Mom might let me get two ferrets!

Which I really, really want.

I also really want Steven's room, so I'll have the space for a nice big cage for my ferrets (I will, of course, also ferret-proof my room, so they can run around). Mom's made the deal with Steven that if he switches into my room, she'll never bug him about the state of his room again. Which she does every day. Literally. It's so annoying to me; it must be even more annoying to him.

Today, my dearest big brother slammed me into the lockers.

Corinne and Jess were both out today. Jess needs surgery on her knee for that weird calcium ting. Corinne... I've been trying to call. I want her to come to the Chami dance. I have the most fun with guys and Corinne. And sometimes Hayden. But, hey, Hay, don't feel slighted. I still have more fun with you than any other girl (except Corinne). Lovies you.

Ooooh, I'm so excited to talk to all of Patrick's friend again in the safety of the Chaminade caf.

I've also been trying to incorporate the slang word "caf" into average student life. I love that word.

I've also tried to incorporate a teacher's last name to mean their homework. I.e., We have so much Mahoski! What was the Harrison? And so forth. I love that idea.

Ho, hum, there's lots else, but I forget it and/or don't want to type it up. So Bonjour for now. Arrivederci. Aloha. Hola. Ciao. Hej. That was quite the blend of "hello"s and "goodbye"s.

So, until next time, yours,
CC

(God, that sign-off made me feel cool.)

Audititons motherfucker

2007-01-04T18:01:00.000-05:00

So today auditions for "The Pajama Game" were held. It kicked ass, even though I didn't. God, I had so much. I sang "Build Me Up Buttercup" by The Foundations and asked everybody to sing backup for me. Abbe and Marge said I had the most fun audition. And Bonnie said I was cute! Good stuff.

Yesterday was Alicia's birthday. And today, I gave her my present, right? And she gives it back! She "doesn't want it." I mean, how rude can you get?

New Year's Eve fucked moms, but in a good way. I spent it with Patrick and Hayden and Gabby and Hannah and my brother and my mom and other people that a) I don't like or b) are Steve's friends, so you might know what group I'm talking about or c) aren't worth mentioning.

No offense, all.

Nick is supposed to sleep over Saturday. Drag. And Dane's birthday is coming up, what day, though, is a mystery. At least to me.

I uploaded some videos onto YouTube, including Nick singing "London Bridge" and Lucas singing "SexyBack." Good times, car on the way to Say Anything concert.

Kyle, Mike, John, Henry, and I kicked Jess, Corinne, Alicia, Dylan, Mike, and Austen's asses today in wolleyball. We pwned them down to Chinatown.

Field trip tomorrow to the planetariu. Wooooh. Not really very excited, now, am I?

I picked out new frames the other day. I'm not sure if they look good on me. They might be dorky. I was debating about those or the total old-school-emo-style thick black frames. I wish the black ones looked good on me, but they don't, so I didn't get them. I really wish I looked good in them. That would rock more than Team Flan.

Tomorrow, Friday the 5th, if you're interested and I actually like you, come to my house from 7pm to 11pm. I want to chill and I want everybody to see "Just Friends" because it is a staple in life.

The meaning of heartache

2006-12-20T20:42:00.000-05:00

I have a broken heart.

I never knew it would hurt this badly.

I have been so dumb these past six years.

Fuck

2006-12-15T18:56:00.000-05:00

I absolutely, positively despise crying.

My cat, Ashely has died.

And I will not cry.

Alcohol and nicotine, it keeps us warm inside

2006-12-14T18:05:00.000-05:00

Ssssh, everybody... I'm pretending to take a shower so I won't have to IM the bitches in the chatroom, namely, Nick.

Normally at this time I do take a shower, though. If you can call the routine I've developed since Monday a routine. I dick around until 5-ish, when I turn off all the lights in my room save this blue-lighted fountain, and put on my "What's Relaxing" playlist with nature sounds and Chinese bamboo music (?). I shove my rug to one side of the room. I unroll my purple yoga mat in front of my mirror.

I go into the bathroom. I pee. I return wearing only my bra and panties.

I sit on my mat in lotus, thinking of what I want to accomplish: I want to strengthen my body, mind, and soul. Some of y'all might read this and think, "That vain bitch only wants to strengthen her body." Well, I do, but I also think it's really important to have a healthy mind. So... go me.

Then I do sitting twists, which sometimes crack my back very nicely. Three on each side. Then I sit with my left leg tucked in and my right leg straight out and stretch and hold it three times. Then I switch.

Breathing deeply. In three counts (thinking "Om nama shivaya"), hold for two ("namaste"), out for three ("om nama shivaya").

Then I do my kicks, which remind me of some weird-ass 80s work-out video Alicia's mom had in their basemente. And this thong-assed leotard Corinne and I giggled over in Joan's Attic. Or is it Jones' Attic? What a mystery.

Then I do three sun salutations, holding the middle one the longest and lowering, instead of knees-chest-chin, straight down.

Then I rock-and-roll three times, coming up the last time into boat and holding it. I repeat this twice more.

Then I do a shoulderstand and hold it as long as I can, constantly working my way higher.

Then I practice a balancing pose. Monday I did tree. Tuesday I did standing dragon. Wednesday I did warrior three. Today I did dancer.

Then I do whatever I wish. Today I did dolphin and shark, for arm strength.

Then I meditate (breathing deeply) for however long I like.

Then I shower.

But today I didn't shower. I went online. Where I am now.

I'm so happy I've gotten back to yoga. I add it to my places I truly feel I fit in: 1) the stage, 2) skiing, 3) yoga.

-hugs self-

You'll Laugh

2006-12-10T12:26:00.000-05:00

I giggled.

Bonnebell Liplights

2006-12-02T15:40:00.000-05:00

So, o faithful readers. As I've previously mentioned, it seems that I haven't posted an entry to my blog since Pax Romana. Huh. Intriguing.

It's 3:42 right now, I'm leaving to bike to Hayden's house at 4:30, and in between I have to sup. So time is of the essence. And yet patience is a virtue. Why do expressions have to be so contradictory (kind of like Christianity)?

Yesterday was Matthew Shepard day, pretty intense. I hide my emotions very well, I've learned. Like yesterday I was devastated and thoughtful, and yet I believe I seemed even more exuberant than ever.

Also, I'm still pissed at Jess (I know she's reading this, hey, Jess), but I think it was only the right thing to do to forgive her. I don't trust her. And she angers me almost constantly, because I don't think she's serious about anything. I've told her this, so I'm not being a total ass-hat. And I don't mean to single her out, she's just the best example I can think of to show how much I hide my emotions.

Other than extreme anger, I've been pretty impassive the last week. I don't know why. I just feel removed from everything, like I'm watching the world turn below me. We learned about that in science. Now I really want to sit in a helicopter and just watch Earth rotate. Spin, Earth, spin.

My brother, Mom, and I took a tour of NYU. I realize I'm only a freshman, and it's not time yet to start developing some deep grooves in my forehead, but it really appeals to me. I've always felt very comfortable in New York; I've also felt very comfortable in our summer home in the country in Sweden, so I guess I'm adaptable. It would just be amazing to spend four years in the city. Too bad I would have to $12,000 to live there, at least in the college dorms, which are amazing in a good way. And then tuition is unbelievable, in a bad way. And last year they only accepted 28% of admissions. Why is the world against me???

At least I'm not an idiot. I'm really not. Some people say, "I hate dumb people," -cough-, when they are indeed one themselves. But I'm fairly intelligent. Above average, I think.

Wait, that's not gloating. I didn't mean to gloat. Was I gloating? I was just trying to word how I have an advantage over all those morons applying to NYU. Maybe this is what Corinne means when she calls me arrogant.

Try-outs for the musical are on January 9. I'm already nervous, but who can't wait to see me hide that emotion, too??? Steven told me that they split the try-out-ees into groups of 10-15, and then you sing in front of your group, Abbe, Marge, and the stage managers, who, if they're the same as for the drama, are Lil and Stef. It's bad enough for people who can sing, who take voice lessons, who have an amazing voice, but I cannot. At all. And I know that. Which is even worse. A lot of people think they can sing, when, in all actuality, they really, absolutely should never, ever open their mouths for a musical purpose ever again.

I think I'll be singing "Build Me Up Buttercup" by The Foundations. It's such a fun song. And I already sang it once in front of people, at camp, doing improv. But I was scared even then, and they were all my friends.

But, hey, I'll act calm, cool, and collected. That's why I am flipping awesome in Jesters. Because I'm a great actress! So many years of experience. -tremble- "Don't tremble."

Hey, at least I'll have a hook.

The Say Anything concert was so much fun!!! I enjoyed myself immensely. At first, I thought Sayreville was a total hick town (which it is), but Starland Ballroom was incredible. And I fell in love twice that night and made a friend! Which my last post explained briefly.

My brother is an ASSHOLE. He makes fun of me when I'm upset, he insults me when I'm excited, he makes negative comments when I'm happy. He talks about me to his friends. He helps spread rumors about me. He HITS ME IN THE FACE WITH A TENNIS BALL. He excludes me from everything. It pisses me off.

I was talking to Nick and Andrew about how hot Hayden is. Because she is exceedingly gorgeous. I would go gay for Hayden. The gross thing is that Nick, the other Nick, and Steven were also talking about how hot she is. They're almost seventeen. She's almost thirteen. Once she's in high school, though, she's "fair game." I told Nick she hates him, which broke his little kitten-like heart. I told Andrew she thinks he's cute, which she does, and that she thinks we should go out. Oh, Hayden. I love that girl. She's probably up there in my top three friends. I won't tell who the other two are, but you guys know who you are, and, if you're not, you probably think you are. So everybody's happy, except those who couldn't understand that sentence.

I just finished three good books, two of them better than the third. "The Memory Keeper's Daughter" by a person (I can't find the book) and "Twilight" by Stephenie Meyer. I am so in love with Edward in "Twilight." I want to bear his children, except that I don't think that's possible. You'll have to have read the book to know what I mean.

I'm going to wrap this up since it's almost time to go. Hayden's house, ho. (Love that girl.)

I am Claire, who is a tease

2006-11-26T21:41:00.000-05:00

I realize these things:
- I haven't posted since the establishment of Child Labor Laws
- everything may change tomorrow
- I am not of sound mind and body
- this is not my last will and testament

However, this post is not going to quench your CC-thirst. Which is why I am Claire, who is a tease. ("The Breakfast Club," anyone?) This is merely a teaser, merely a list, which goes as follows:

Nine Reasons I Really Enjoyed The Say Anything Concert

The security guard we made friends with put us in the VIP parking and line
We were right up against the stage, in the front row, the entire time (except Steve, Lucas, and Nick, who went crowd-surfing, and in the middle of the second-to-last song Corinne got nauesous so we went to the bathroom)
I made friends with a kick-ass security guard.
My friend, the kick-ass security guard, poured water in our mouths, on our heads, splashed us, etc.
It was Corinne's first concert (besides gospel concerts, which totally don't count).
We went all the way to Sayreville, NJ, for it, which made me feel like a groupie.
Max, the lead singer of Say Anything, pointed at me and winked while we were singing a song.
In the first of three other bands, I fell in love with the bassist.
During one of the songs, a member of a different band who looked remarkably like a dwarf/lumberjack (lumberjack hat, dwarf beard, stocky, but not short) was dumped onto the stage in a garbage bag, and when he finally emerged after a lot of kicking all he wore was an orange Speedo.

It was sooooooooooooooooooooo good.

I just had to

2006-11-09T18:02:00.000-05:00

I'm about to leave to go to Corinne's birthday party, but I just had to...

I... I just had to....

Brief, brief, very brief

2006-11-05T20:11:00.000-05:00

This is very, very brief, but we were told to write it down by Abbe (Abby?).

Today we made a world-record-short strike. It took only 55 minutes.

Boo-ya.

More later.

Nice, Short Response

2006-10-13T20:32:00.000-04:00

Kay, this is just going to be a response to comments: short, sweet, and to the point.

Anonymous wrote, "so wait. y do you kiss her? im so confused? you guys hookup--but your not going out? interesting thought. pce," which I assume is in response to, "Yup we are totally going out and totally having hot steamy sex right now in this very room. Yup, Yup, Yup. ::being sarcastic::CC and I are both straight, but we are best friends that is why we are always seen together. Yeah we act weird, but we don't really care what people think of us. Plus who ever f*cking started this rumor is going to f*cking die. Don't worry I'm not angry at you, "Anonymous". I'm just angry at the fact that people can stoop so low and spend their lives spreading rumors that are not even true. I appreciate you asking before assuming.JessP.s. you can tell who ever talks about it that it's not true. Please," which is in response to, "there are some gossip rumors going around that like everybody apparently konwed except for me, like that jess came out of the closet and you and her are goin out? it sounds not true, though also quite realistic and possible. wanna fill me in?"

My dear, sweet Anonymous. Since when have I been kissing Jess? You ask why I kiss her - I do? Really? Please, name a time, place, etc. I'm not quite sure I'm following your train of thought. And - hooking up? We've been hooking up? Jeez, I've been missing so much.

See, you're probably a slut or a man-slut. You're the one hooking up with people and not going out with them. I'm the one not hooking up with members of the same sex.

Oh, I'm so good at this. Confusion cleared!

(P.S. I'd like to see a response from Anonymous to this.)

Wow

2006-10-08T14:14:00.000-04:00

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.

Desperate

2006-08-30T23:11:00.000-04:00

I'm desperate. I'm desperate to help somebody, to do something, to stop the way I hurt other humans and the environment.

I want to stop global warming, or, as it's now being called, climate change. I don't want to have to see another clip of a polar bear struggling to get onto an ice floe because it's habitat is literally melting away.

I want to stop the Canadian seal hunt. I don't want to see the sea in northern Canada turn red from the blood of baby seals.

I want to stop deforestation. I don't want to travel state to state, country to country, and never see anything but cities and highways.

There are so many things I want to do, so many ways I want to help, and I don't know how to, or if I can. I don't want to do these things to get my name in the papers, to be remembered. I want to do it just to make things better.

And, in time, I know that if I don't help, and if I live selfishly, I'll never be satisifed with myself. I like to think of myself as an extraordinary person with extraordinary needs, beliefs, and goals. These are things I must do. It's not a desire, it's not a want, it's a complete and utterly heart-wrenching need.

I can't live in a world with people and animals who are oppressed, who can't live because, somehow, they were left out when the food, water, jobs, and homes were given out. How does it end up like that? How can people standing on the sidelines watch things turn out the way they do? Why doesn't everybody feel like this?

Why does it seem that nobody else cares?

There are organizations that put animal abusers in jail. There are charities that give clothes to humans living in poverty. But those groups care about their cause, and their cause only - they fight for government funding because they think that what they are doing is more important. Why can't it all be important? Not just to make it more simple, but because it all is. Every little thing that is corrupt and terrible about the world that I have no choice but to live in is as important as everything else.

Please, I'm begging anybody, everybody who reads this, tell me I'm not insane. Tell me that what I'm typing right now is right, is true. There is something wrong, many things wrong, things that need to be fixed. It's not all in my head; it's right here, right now. Please.

Nekked

2006-08-24T16:42:00.000-04:00

Why is it that whenever I'm angry I end up half-naked? Not with anybody. God, no. You know me, Little Miss Chastity. I just end up in my bra and trousers... or pants and shirt... alone. By myself. Seething.

This time I'm angry because my mom's being a WHORE. For no apparent reason. She says, "I come home ready to take you to the sports store and then to go shopping so you can have a sleepover with Jess but instead I find your shit all over the place . . . It will be a cold day in hell before Jess ever comes over here." I think the "shit" she referred to was the remnants of my Maine trip - a vest, a bike helmet, a beach bag, the backpack that I had JUST unpacked, and my camera case. The camera case that SUCKS because it let my camera get wet.

So Jess invited me to go over there and I haven't asked yet because my mom will have a bitch fit (see the movie "White Chicks" and you'll get it) and I just asked and she said no, what a ho. What a ho... for sho.

Then to cool off I went on a nice long bike ride around our cute little village... and when I got home I was so hot I ripped my shirt off. So now I'm wearing pink cut-off tights, polka-dot shorts, a plaid headband, and my bra. Which is white with a bow in the middle.

Listen up, people

2006-08-23T22:43:00.000-04:00

Okay, people, here's the deal. I'm a self-professed nerd, and my geekdom needs your help. Click on the link below, sign up, and then never play again. It gives me "money" to buy stuff on my account. So please do it and tell all of your friends to do it BUT IT HAS TO BE TO THAT LINK. Okay? Okay.

Good work, people. Take five.

http://friends.stardoll.com/r/d3cfe41c84671029879f

Yeeeeeeeeeeeeep, you knew I was gonna

2006-08-23T00:46:00.000-04:00

I have decided to battle my fatigue in an epic war and post on my epic and wondrous fairy tale of a blog.

Is the fatigue that evident?

I've been back from Maine (where I went with Corinne and her family) for a while now, and I've been back from camp for an even longer time. I don't remember I single thing I've done for the past... what, four weeks? Well, okay I remember some stuff.

I remember baby-blue tee shirts, weird teeth, cool hair, dirt paths, mustaches, shmen, Mario-impersonators, provocative dances, cheers, gravel, bleeding, a white boob, white elbows, pigtails, a corset, broom-twirling, clean toilets, dirty panties, chipmunks, and that's about it. That's what I remember from Camp Blue Bay, a.k.a. Girl Scout Camp, a.k.a. Hot Loser Chicks' Convention.

I mean, seriously. I got back from camp, and I go up to my brother, and I say, "Man, Steve, there are so many hot girls at CBB. You'd be in freaking HEAVEN."

Plucky plucky.

From Maine, I remember rocks, frogs, water, camera, spaghetti, delicious hot dogs, knee braces, a quad, moose torsos, moose poop, construction guys, rocks, abandoned houses, beer, snoring, trundlety, flat black things, leeches, and Mrs. Budweiser. And, no, you won't get an explanation for any of that.

I started bleeding today in Best Buy because I scratched a bug bite (a Maine momento) open, and I bled all over EVERYTHING, including my mom. Funnily enough, I didn't realize it until my mom noticed blood all over her arm. She dragged me to the bathroom, where she washed her arm and I washed mine, then she used a "young wives' trick" on it - put a tiny piece of toilet/tissue paper over the wound and it will stop the bleeding. Apparently she discovered this as a young woman after getting sloshed with her girlfriends in a pre-going-out scenario, and then shaving her legs and pretty much tearing them open.

I went to Latin dance lessons with Jess, Steve, and his friends Maggie and... and... Katie? Is that right? Nononono, of COURSE not. Good thing she probably won't read this, seeing as we only met today and it'd be kind of awkward if she knew about my life and I pretty much only knew she was wearing a blue skirt and she looked nice and thin in her white shirt.

Back to the dance, it was SO MUCH FUN!!!! The main instructor, Jose (accent-e), is the most awesome man ever to grace the face of this earth. He's incredible! I wonder if he's gay. He looked kind of gay, but he's also really sexy, so I don't know. He's so comfortable with the women, it makes me think he's gay, but then he'll flash a smile and he'll be totally seductive.

Well, anyway, the class had everybody, old and young, male and female, and I actually got a, "Nice, very nice," from Jose (accent-e) by the end of the lesson and a raised eyebrows and shocked expression from the other instructor... eh... I want to say Carmen? Maybe. But the point is, I sucked at the beginning, and I was good at the end. And it was SO MUCH FUN!!!

I want to DANCE with somebody and it was FUN and the old man was suprisingly GOOD and three of the guys SUCKEd and one was was kind of cute and YOUNG and Jose (accent-e) was SEXY and the other was my brother so I won't comment. Damn, that was really fun. I want to get Mike and Pat to come with Jess and I next time.

I think I'm going to a Latin concert on the 31st, so I can use my new skills. You know, guys like girls with skills. You know, like nunchuck skills... man, that was lame. I should be knifed in a dark alley by a woman in a black jumpsuit who leaped down from the top of the building with the black pieces of fabric she uses as wings flapping around her.

My life should be a movie. It'd be so freaking funny. I'd watch it.

Speaking, or writing, of movies, my brother went to seee "Snakes on a Plane" without me and I REALLY want to see it and he made me angry so now I'll watch the Transformers movie before him and I'll watch the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movie before him so THERE.

Camp Tomorrow

2006-07-19T18:03:00.000-04:00

Tomorrow, bright and early at 8:30am at Hofstra University, Corinny-pinny and I are leaving for Girl Scout camp (the dorks that we are). Hurrah bug-infested bathrooms!!!

The Swedes have left and given me my room back. Hurrah, void of space they previously occupied!!! Not that I don't love 'em. I do. It's just... I like my room. You know? We had fun, but... it's just... what I said before. It's so nice with the house all nice and empty and I can walk around in my underwear again. Which I actually did when they were here, too. We're Swedish. Give us a break.

I got back from Alicia's pool and discovered that I've only packed 3 pairs of underwear for 14 days of camp. Ummm... that's not going to work out well. Hurrah, dirty panties!!!

I got my first B-cup bras yesterday. I've been B for a while, but I haven't had B bras. One of them is bright green with lace panels and it's so freaking sweet. Hurrah, boobs!!!

I also went to Dick's (-stifles immature laughter-) and got a new mess kit... and... other things of that nature. What else did I get? OH, a really awesome new rain jacket that I actually will wear. I get so excited over a rain jacket. I should be put down. Hurrah, euthanasia!!! I got a lot of other stuff, too, but I don't remember what.

I ALSO went to Sears and got water shoes, which are mandatory for camp. Hurrah, stones not piercing my feet!!!

Where else did I go? Hurrah, short-term memory!!!

Oh, I went to Target to get my cute little travel-sized toiletries (-stifles more immature laughter). Toilet... trees... (-more laughter-) Hurrah, looking sexy but acting like you're three!!! Too bad I'm not sexy...

Aw, poor Elton John. He wants love... just a different kind... but it's impossible. -tear- Hurrah, homosexuality!!!

I really should pack up and get ready for camp, so I'm going to check out of this emotion-hotel.

My sweet Patrick...

I love you. I don't want to hurt you. We'll talk when I get back.

Dearest Ali and Jess and Hayden...

I'll miss you beeyatches so much. Kisses and hugs. Love y'all.

Fourth of Jew-lie

2006-07-05T13:06:00.000-04:00

I had an awesome fourth. I don't know about you losers, but I had copious amounts of fun. I was barely off the beach from 11:00am to 11:00pm. An hour or two for the World Cup and dinner, a half hour for lunch, the whole she-bang. Ten minutes to get Advil for my head and non-skinned thighs. (My skin was grafted off by my super-fly new Billabong board shorts.)

Can you BELIEVE Italy beat Germany??? Two-nothing!!! It was a pretty awesome game - both of the goals were scored in overtime!!! One of them at 119 minutes - almost two hours into a match that's supposed to last an hour and a half.

Later in the day, after it had been Hannah, Jesper, and I - oh, Majsan, Thomas, Hannah, and Jesper are visiting us from Sweden - for a while on our BRAND NEW "Island Oasis" water-float-thing (complete with palm tree, ball-backrest-things, and cup holders), Steve joined us, then Nick, then Corinne and Mary, then Hayden, then it was Mike, Hayden, Steve, Nick, Hannah, and I all pushing each other off, and it was just fun in the water all day. And I's got a wicked sunburn.

And my neck hurts from looking up and watching fireworks.

And then we went back to Mike's pool and played.

Really awesome day.

I have to go call Jess now because she left a message saying she wants to go to the beach or something.

Wiinurr

2006-06-20T19:44:00.000-04:00

I know, I know, I haven't posted in like foreva. The only reason I am (well, one of the reasons) is because I received a comment from Anonymous asking me to update. Whoa, man. If people I don't even know the name of are asking me to update, then... man, I must be rockin'.

Anyway, I'm not going to bother blogging about all the spiffing parties I've been too. Just one of them. Summer solstice party on the beach with Chip, Bryn, Hayden, Dane, Eerik's parents, Eerik, Nik, Gabby's parents, Gabby, Erin's parents, Erin, Danny, Jason, Steve, Mom, Steve's girls, and the rest of Steve's guys. Eerik, Hayden, Nik, Gabby, Dane, and I all had quite an enjoyable time playing on a 10-foot long surfboard in the water. Eerik's hair wet is wicked, I assure you. Quite long, as well.

o rly?

ya rly

no wai

ya wai

{o,o}
)__)
-"-"-

I chopped off nearly all my hair. Nick may not believe me, but it's true. And I either look pretty damn rocking or like a man. But my hair does NOT look good there, let me tell you. It looks better most of the time. It flips up naturally and looks good messy. I use this gel with it called BEDHEAD Manipulator and it... well, I'll just say it's pretty damn HAWT.

I have NUFFINK to DO and SO I WILL play WITH caps LOCK. Caps LOCK off CAPS lock ON.

Jess is back from the hospital where she was being treated for clinical depression. She seems so much better, but when the medicine starts to wear off at around four or five in the morning (she takes it after breakfast), it's worrisome.

Ali, Cori, Jess, and I went shopping and I got some illchill items. Namely, a Blink-182 wrist cuff, a striped shirt, striped leg warmers, two pairs of freaking awesome shoes (one of which I'm sharing with Corinne), three bracelets, boardshorts, pumpkin flavored body butter, and... other... things. We only went to Hot Topic, PACSUN, G+G, and Bath and Body Works. We wanted to go to Old Navy, Victoria's Secret (push-up bras!!!), H&M, and... other... shops. But of course we got there are 6pm and Gloria (Ali's mom) wanted us home by 10:30, at which time most stores are closed anyway. Freaking great.

We did get a flipping sweet canvas tote at Bath and Body Works for $3. We all signed it, and a notebook we got at TARGET, and we're going to pass the two of them around to each other all summer. Cliches galore. We'll write letters in the notebook, and every time we pass it on to another sister (we're the Sisters of Light) we pass the bag on with some sort of object or souvenir in it.

God, we're such pussies.

We all have special names that mean "light" in different languages - Alicia is Luce (Italian), I am Ljus (Swedish), Jess is Luz (Spanish), and Corinne is Loumieure (French and not spelled correctly).

Hooray hooray.

I have nothing else to tell except that I spent the last half hour scrubbing piss water off the floor in my basement. The toilet above overflowed and it leaked through. Hip freaking hooray.

I'm out.

Yeah, so I can paint with all the colors of the wind, wanna make something out of it?

2006-06-03T22:55:00.000-04:00

Patrick's trying to get between me and Ali. Whoa.

Well, folks, this is my first post from a computer other than my laptop. ::gasp:: That's 'cause my laptop's been pussyfooting around and enjoys to watch me suffer and beat my head with my phone charger. Oh, yeah. That's how evil my laptop is.

I don't think highly of myself. I really don't. Actually, I like me, but think I'm a nasty, frigid bitch. Sophia, Ali, and Cori have all agreed that I can be thoroughly, completely, absolutely, deep-down mean. But I never really am. I truly always look out for them and hope that I'm not hurting them through the only way I know how to express myself and keep myself real - through cynicism. So shoot me. Wha-pow. Nobody gets me. ::Sob::

Except Patrick. That boy is the shit. Mmmm-hmmmm.

I really, really wish I had a love. It makes me feel weak and vulnerable, because I know that pretty much the entire grade reads everybody else's profiles, leading to blogs, but I really wish a guy loved me. And the guy I love - who I thought I didn't love anymore - doesn't love me. And if I didn't love him, it wouldn't hurt to see him hook up with another girl. But it does. And it hurts when he kisses me on the forehead, on the cheek, on the nose, but with nothing more than brotherly care and friendship in mind. And he thinks one of my friends is beautiful and doesn't think it's painful for me to discuss it with him. ::Thumbs up::

I also wish I was pretty. Go figure.

Oh, I just saw "Brokeback Mountain". Jeez. I knew before that guys making out is HOT, but I never actually saw it in action. You know the scene where they just reunite and they're like pushing each other against walls and right after that that guy's wife sees them? That's HOT. Goddamm.

That's officially one of my favorite movies. Just for that part. Mmmmmmm. French fried taters, uh-huh.

Oh, I also watched "The Silence of the Lambs" for the first time two nights ago, and this morning I watched "Hannibal". Which was definitely not as scary as the first one. But I watched the Lambs on Bravo, so I didn't get to see him wear human skin and tuck his sac back. Darn.

Ow. My teeth still hurt from biting my pen on the Omega trip, which, by the way, I looked HOT at. That's probably because it was like 90 million degrees in Brooklyn.

Pun.

I'd Tap That

2006-05-20T19:27:00.000-04:00

The title of this post is my favorite phrase. Learn to love it. It will make you happier than your spouse should.

Okay, but the reason I'm blogging is to post something that happened last night that only I found funny, for some reason. Actually, I know why everybody else found it funny, but I don't know why I did. Hahah. Whoooo. ::wipes tears::

But we had our concert Wednesday. I was bored to tears. And Steve's concert was Thursday. I don't get why I have to go to it every year. I was bored to hysterics. Except watching Ben play cello was pretty funny. And I chatted with Alli, Jess's little sister. (For all of you uninformed readers, Steve sings in Chamber Singers and the Concert Chorale, and I play percussion in Concert Band. And Marching Band, too.)

And for my reason for posting...

Last night, Ali, Cori, Cori's mom, and I went to see Just My Luck. I thought we should see Over the Hedge, but that shows how juvenile I am. Ah, well. I hate when parents tag along. It's so wearisome. ::sigh:: But we went to La Famiglia first, and I can't even type this without laughing. Cori probably doesn't want me to post this, but I don't care. She was drinking Snapple, and I/Ali said something and made her laugh, and she started laughing and then she started choking and it was really funny but she was like really dying and I couldn't help laughing and Ali and Paula looked at me look I was a terrible person. But it was funny!!! And then she starts making these like urk urk sounds and wet burps and then she grabs a napkin and starts vomiting continuously.

Hahahahahahah.

Am I the only one that finds that funny?

Anyway, Paula's like throwing more napkins for her to puke into, and she finally stops, but I haven't stopped laughing yet, and then Cori just jumps right back into the convo.

God, that's amusing. And then I gave her gum so she didn't smell barf-breathy. And then I got a Kid Pack Combo at the theatre, and the guy who rips your ticket up was totally flirting with me. Hahahah.

OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH.

The new neighbors were moving in today to wear the psychotic murderer FBI agent used to live!!! The elder is a guy, a senior at Chaminade, and way hot. The girl is a freshman at some Catholic school someplace, and she seems really nice. They have a dog, Rocky, and obviously two parents. It's going to be really nice.

Jess is exhausting me. I've already told her this, so it's okay to post it. It's so dirtbag-esque to post an opinion about somebody without them knowing you have that opinion. But even as I'm telling her that it's draining to constantly have to tell her I love her and pet her, she says, "Nobody cares anyore. Just go away and leave me alone." And that's te point where I believe she would want me to go, "Jess, that's not true. I won't leave you. I love you." Which is exactly what I'm tired of doing. I just can't anymore. I can't.

Oh, MA, am I going to miss Patrick next year.

Svenska

2006-05-14T15:15:00.000-04:00

Min mama sajer till mej at jag behover skriva en Svenska mer, och det djor jag, faktis. Jag ar INTE bra at det har. Nej, nej, va sin.

Idag ar Mor's Dag, och jag har malat min mama en hjarta mar mina farjar, och jag tikar at det ar ganska bra. NEJ JAG KAN INTE DJURA DET HAR. NEJ NEJ NEJ.

Ingen forstar va jag sajer.

Majsan och Jesper och Tomas och Hanna comer det har somarn. Det ska vara skeet coolt. Jag tror at alla barn (Steve, Jesper, Hanna, och jag) ska sova en sama romat. Va skoj!

Imorn ve har en lacrosse spel. Mera skoj. Jag vet inte om det ar ivag eller hema. Danielle forstar inte va jag sajer.

Ja, men det sista dagen ov skool jag ska bara prata Svensk. Hela dan. Va mina larar ska saja! Mera skoj!

(Om der ar non som pratar Svensk, jag vill bara saja at jag PRATAR Svensk mika bettra det va jag skrivar.)

Jag tror at fur Jol ve ska oka up till Sverige och se Mormor och Morfar och Stefan och alla voren compisar.

Vet du, Gabby... jag skratar at hon. Vet du va det sajer pa henna's LJ? Det ar sa javla roligt.

Nu jag ska ga och ata not, jag tror, for jag ar hungri.

Bubblewrap/Hand-Clapping/Self-Amusement

2006-05-12T22:51:00.000-04:00

The only reason I'm posting is to post something that I thought about that kept me occupied for quite a period of time. Pffff, screw Jess and Alicia. I'll sum that up to just about the way girls act: Alicia got pissed at me (oh, sorry "annoyed"), I got pissed at Ali, Jess got pissed at me, I got pissed at Jess, Ali stopped being pissed (I mean "annoyed") at me, Jess begged forgiveness, I'm still pissed at Jess. I hate girls. Jeez. No wonder I'm 50% man.

Eric's party was a blast. It was really, really fun. Despite what Mike and Cori, two uninvited loners (sucks for them), may think. Nick was especially amusing. One word: "BUBBLEWRAP!!!" If you don't get it, you're one the outside. Patrick and I... see, we're on the inside.

P and C, meaning Betty Spaghetti and Baby CC, have also created a hand game type of thing. Whenever we do something really fabulous, we take the letters of in the fabulous word and we square the number of letters, right? Then we do that many high-fives. It's pretty wicked ill. Totally rad. Completely skater-lingo-esque.

Back to my inane self-amusment. I seriously don't need anything else but myself... and probably Patrick and Sophia to spur these thoughts. But I said, "HOLY SEX!!!" in our little AIM chat, and that made me laugh and think about how funny of a statement that is. Because it's like Catholic priests and small boys. Boy oh boy, I am very not PC. Hehe. How bamf.

Bah, I'm too bored to blog every single thing I've do OH WAIT I GOT A 95 ON MY PRACTICE REGENTS!!! HELLS YES!!! AND 100 ON MY MATH QUIZ!!! I AM A GENIUS!!! KISS ME!!! SOMEBODY PLEASE KISS ME BEFORE MY EUPHORIA WEARS OFF!!!

Bah, I'm bored again. Euphoria again. Oh, talking about euphoria, that note from Eerik to Shannon that pretty much the whole school knows about is giving me quite a giggle. I am a mean, mean person. But it's so funny!!!! Jeez Louise.

Oh, talking of Louise, the girl who plays Scout in the TKAM movie is pretty much the cutest thing I've ever seen.

Life in a Nutshell

2006-05-05T22:28:00.000-04:00

Okay, here goes...

I have an ingrown toenail. We lost our second lacrosse games. The fair has come to Ransom Beach. Sunday is the anniversary of Greg's death. I don't have a doctor. I do have a wristband. I'm searching for something to sign a petition with. I lost three pounds. I have Eric P.'s confirmation party to go to tomorrow. "Epic" is a great word. I learned "sycophant". Corinne has an epic body. Sid is sycophant.

1) My toe hurt REALLY bad when I woke up Wednesday morning, so I didn't do gym, but I pill-popped my way through our lacrosse game. So I left school early today and went to me doc and she said that I have an ingrown toenail. Icky. This is the same toe that underwent burning and lacerating when I had that weird growth-type thing on it. My buds should remember that. ::shudder:: Maybe I should just cut the toe off.

2) Second lacrosse game lost by 5. One less than the last one. YES!!! Progress!!! Anyway, when we were doing shuttles before the game I hear someone yelling, "CC!!!" and I'm like, "Oh, great, Mom," so I ignore it, and then Shannon's like, "I think somebody's calling you," so I turn around and it made my day. Mom was holding an umbrella (silly rain) in one hand, Emma in the other, and was walking in front of Sarah. It made my day. Seriously. That's how much I've wanted to see them. Sarah, being the greatest thing on Earth, went to play on the playground, and Chrissy's little brothers decided that they would play a game and ask all the little kids on the playground to play except Sarah. Sarah, of course, runs after them, yelling, "Can I play??? Can I play???" and they, of course, look at her and say, "No." Sarah, not upset at all, comes over to my mom, where she was watching, and whispers in her ear, "Anette, those boys are boogey boys." W00t w00t, Sarah!!!

3) I met Nick today at Ralph's to manga before we went to the fair. Ummy um um. Mike and Pat ate at Mike's place and met us there while Nick and I were in a heated debate about eating habits. Silly, silly Nick. Then Cori comes and gets "Grandma's pizza" which is pretty much a square of bread with junk on it. And then we all walk across the street to the fair, where we ride rides and play plays and eat eats and meet Ali and Ricky and break Nick's ribs and cause Pat to internally bleed. And buy ice cream from Lucky. And throw up. And get kicked out of the fun house. And talk about Canadians. Anything I missed, one of you guys post it.

4) Well, Greg died a year ago Sunday. It's been a tough year, but we're getting through it. It'll be alright. This a is a really hard time for Madeleine, though, obviously. And the girls. I hope everything goes well. There's been trouble with the people that were supposed to buy their, and we've had to take in their cat, Ashley, who my cat tried to maul, and who has practically no teeth and could possibly have liver failure and is in REALLY bad shape. It's just tough.

5) My doctor is leaving the practice. I have the WORST luck with doctors. Jeez. They all leave as soon as they get me as a patient. I don't think they like me.

6) I got a wristband from the fair. You know, the kind you get for unlimited rides. I went all out. It's white with orange diamonds.

7) Signing petitons for EarthJustice.Huzzah.

8) Lost three pounds. W00t w00t. Still need to lose more. And prolly gained it back with that ice cream. Damn ice cream.

9) Going to a confirmation party even though I'm an athiest. Pretty nifty. Mom and I went shopping when I was supposed to be in school, and I got this awesome retro dress from H&M. It's so cool and d ifferent. It's off-white with pink flamingos and a kind of green floral pattern with green trim, a bow in the front, and big green buttons going down the front. With it, I got (at Claire's) a sparkly off-white headband, a green bangle, a green pair of dangly earrings, and shoes from someplace I forget. It's going to be really fun, because Sophia and Pat and Nick are going, so it should be good. Oh, and Alicia. Almost forgot about her. Can't do that.

10) My new word is "epic". It's just a great word. I started using it in Raplh's and now it's mine. I have it patented.

11) Mrs. Beers taught Sophia, Cori, and I a new word - sycophant. It means that you suck up to raise your status. Great word. I lick it.

12) Title says it all. Cori's body is epic. Discovered this in Ralph's. Also, Cori coincidentally lost her tooth in Ralph's. It was epic.

13) Reading Tom Sawyer in school. Yay. Sid is sycophant. That's how we learned the word.

Oh, all the Catholic kids went on a retreat today. Pshaw.

My computer has way too much lag. I aologize for anyt spelling errors. I can't see what I'm typing, because it shows iup kind of like6 seconds after I type it.

More Nicknames

2006-05-02T19:56:00.000-04:00

Okay, so I have to do School Island and silly social studies notecards, but first I have to post about some new nicky-names.

Oh, and about the mini-bus that's number was "DWI". Hahah. Totally wouldn't take a ride on that bus.

Oh, and about my mom being emotionally disturbed.

But nicknames first. Because for some reason they're in really high demand.

Me: Thorlax the Bringer of Apple Body Lotion on Patrick's Arms; Tohen; Baby CC; Buttlodge
Jess: Diabolical Dina; Little Star
John (did I already post his?): Baywatch Bod'
Alicia: Attorney Nankles; Tour Guide Dorothy; Hottie with a Body
Steve: Vicky

See, these things are always changing and it's kind of hard to keep track.

Wow, my brother yells loud. And my mom is emotionally disturbed. Which I think I already wrote. But s/he/it is. I mean, sometimes she gets so weird. You don't get how weird it really is. I think it's the whole menopause thing.

Okay, I have to pee, so I'm making this a short post. I've been doing that more and more lately.

I am an ugly dyke, an ugly dyke I am

2006-04-30T19:58:00.000-04:00

I love Gabby. I no longer hate her. I mean, deep down, I hate her, but on the surface I simply love her. And I'm also very touched by Andrew's and Sophia's reactions to her comment about me.

I'm getting this from Sophia, not the most accurate source (just kidding, babe). Apparently, they're all chatting, and Gabby goes, "And CC's such an ugly dyke." Sophia: "Excuse me?" Gabby: "What?" Sophia: "Screw you, she's my friend." Andrew: "Yeah, you don't insult a drummer." Roar, Gabby, roar. I may love you, but my friends don't like you. In fact, I'm sorry to tell you this, but I don't think anybody does. I think everybody pretty much hates you. My sympathies. Leave an angry anonymous comment about my supposed homosexuality. I'm sure it'll make you feel better and make people love you. Love you. Ciao. Going to go back to my post now. You're not quite important enough to occupy me for very long.

About the five-cat mishap, Corinne very kindly pointed out that I only have four cats. She's right, I'm wrong. Trouble, Callie, Moon, Ashley. I think that's it at least... I have a gnawing feeling that I have another cat, but I can't think of it right now.

"More Than Anything" by Hanson. It's our song. Our = Cori and I. At least I think it is and Cori tries to get away from my death grip. As she's learned, when my arms are around something, they just don't let go. Totally not something I can control.

I'm really upset. The lead singer of Say Anything isn't that hot. In fact, he's quite the opposite. But whatever. I still think the songs are the best I've ever heard in my entire life. And who I am I to judge him, eh? I'm pretty judgemental... but I don't really care if people judge me. It doesn't affect me, does it? I think it's pretty amusing. I think I've already posted this.

So we had a lacrosse game yesterday. I'm really upset. I played so badly. Ali C. was in goal, and she had to tell me to defend her better. I was playing point, and Rose was playing third man, and she asked if I wanted to switch because I "looked confused". I don't know what was wrong with me. I just couldn't play well for some reason. And we lost by six points, 14-8 in favor of the other team. It was their Lacrosse Day, and for some reason we got t-shirts. They suck. At least our tees are cool. Jeez.

After the game, the Danielles and I went to get Domino's and went to see "Stick It". I wanted to eat at Staples at one of the desks, but Danielle H. made us sit on the stairs outside the nail place, so I had fun anyway and pretended we were homeless. Cinna stix = good. Pizza = good. All around goodness.

"Stick It" was a pretty awesome movie. I mean, the guys were totally hot. Her little friends. And the skater guys were hot, too, but not quite as hot because you didn't get to know them. And the girl was really talented. It was crazy. And she's incredibly pretty. And it's totally cool, the ending.

See how excited I get? Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic.

Today was a good day. I had ice cream and Dad came over. He acted semi-normal and there were no big fights, thankfully. We played badminton and I totally beat his ass. Or I tried to. I'm getting ready for camp so I can beat everybody and amaze them with my incredible skills. What song is this? Oh, "Virginia Moon" by Foo Fighters. I didn't recognize it.

My mormor in Sweden sent me $200 so I could get some stuff that was in my bag when it was stolen. (By the way, in Swedish, mormor literally means mothermother.) It was really my fault that it got stolen, but I'm still allowed to be pissed, right? So with the $200 that AmEx gave us and the $200 from Mormor, I can totally get a new iPod. Do they still sell the kind I had? I really don't want a new one. I want to be the last one to have an old-school iPod. Nick's is really old-school, though. It doesn't even have a click-wheel. I think I've posted this, before, too.

Who actually reads entire posts? I'm really just doing this for myself. Hrm.

Oh, by the way, real diamonds can be made from peanut butter.

Just thought you should know. For all those guys out there, diamonds = peanut butter, so peanut butter = girl's best friend. Definitely true for me. I don't know anybody else.

Patrick's Post

2006-04-25T20:46:00.000-04:00

Okay, I'm freezing because I just ran out of the shower (without shaving, mind you), ran into my room (without drying off, mind you), and am sitting here wet as a dog while the upstairs is a mere 60 degrees Fahrenheit. I mean, frigging brrr!!!

Patrick demanded that I post by 9:00pm, so here I am at 8:45, writing this. Damn you, Patrick, and your purple hat. I'll pass the time by listing nicknames:

Patrick: Betty Spaghetti
Danny: Candy, until I can think of a better one
Nick: Hunky Hot Stuff
Alicia: Hottie with a Body
Corinne: Ginger, until I can think of a better one
Sophia: Bambi Big Ones

And that's pretty much it. I'll keep updating it, I guess. Check my AIM profile for sooner updates.

Here you go, Patrick. Here you friggin go. Hello, pneumonia.

Boarding School

2006-04-23T15:09:00.000-04:00

I should be doing either my DBQ for social studies, or my English research project, but I just can't get this off my mind.

My mom and I were in the car earlier today, and we drove past Friend's Academy and Mom's like, "Maybe I'll send you to Friend's next year." I, of course, vehemently protested against this, and added as an after-thought, "I wouldn't mind going to boarding school, though," and now I can't get it off my mind.

Mom actually took it seriously and started talking with me about it, and now that I know it's actually an option I'm kind of freaking out. I mean, I know I'm probably just going to end up coming back to our school next year, but I feel like if I do I'll be missing out on something.

This is so annoying!!! I wish it had never come up. I actually have to make a decision instead of just assuming I'm coming back here. This is really hard. And freaky. And it seems unreal. Is this a dream?

I think I should go through the decision-making process we learned in Computer.

Lacrosse

2006-04-22T15:09:00.000-04:00

I'm so worried about Nick. We went to go see his lacrosse game today, which wasn't a problem since we went to the city yesterday, and he came to our house afterward and we had to drive him back anyway.

It was pouring rain, about 35 degrees out, and we were all huddled in the press box (by the way, they have really nice fields at Fairfield), and Nick didn't play the entire game. He missed a few practices and a game, I think, while he was in Mexico with Jen visiting Jenny (his grandmother), but, honestly, is that his fault? So Jen's going to buy tickets to Mexico and Nick will tell her, "Nope, can't go, I've got practice"?

So he was just standing out there in his shorts and short sleeves, and they're not even allowed to wear sweatshirts, so he's freezing his ass off even more than we are even in the press box. In the second quarter, he went in for about 26 seconds, but that's it.

Fairfield lost by, what, 13 points?

So we go into the little garage-y type thing where all the hot varsity guys are huddled listening to their coach, and after the post-game speech is over Nick comes over to us shaking from the cold. His face was literally blue. He can barely talk, but tells us that the coach wants him to stay for the JV game that was right after the varsity game. He's soaking wet, freezing, and his coach wouldn't even let him go home and warm up before the game.

He and Jen argue, of course. I still don't see why she made him go. He's going to get sick for sure. He gave us hugs before he ran out onto the field to warm up. The coach promised he'd get to play in the JV game, and Nick did get to play, and Fairfield won, but, honestly. Was it worth it?

Anyway, when we were in the city, it was just Nick, Steve, and I hanging out, and it was really nice. We went to the car show, and the Jeep exhibit was SO cool. It didn't seem real, the incline that those cars could go up. The traction!!! It was insane. They were the only ones with a practical thing (Camp Jeep, they called it) but I found my dream car. A Saab. Old-looking and bright orange. I loved it.

And the guys were drooling over all the cars, of course. There was this HUGE concept car called the Super Chief. I forget who it was by, but I hope it NEVER goes on the market. It would eat gas stations, and completely destroy the environment. I wanted to key it, and then petition to the manufacturers to destroy all of the plans for it. It was THAT bad. Even the guys didn't like it.

We took a cab to Washington Square Park and looked for this Brazilian place, Barbados, that Johnny (Nick's uncle) had taken Steve and Nick to, but we couldn't find it. It was supposedly on Elizabeth Street, but it's a fairly short street, and we didn't find it. First, though, we had drinks at Epistrophy, which is an incredibly cool place. Jen met us there. The last time we'd seen her was at The Market Cafe for lunch, so she was already all dolled up and beautiful for the surprise party she was goinf to for her friend Lisa. Nick was running around frantically to Paul Frank and all these places trying to find a card for Lisa, but ended up struggling to get ballpoint pen to show up on a postcard at Epistrophy.

We ended up just getting dumplings, a nice little appetizer, at The Kitchen Club, a great place that we all love. Walking home, we saw the funniest flyer for a lost lighter, and it had a website that I went to, and it's actually pretty amusing. Here, http://www.ilostmylighter.com. Dana's the one that created it. Check it out.

Then we went outside when we got home and played idiotball, adding to the injuries I amassed Thursday night (either that or Wednesday night) when we had Tom, Paul, Erica, Maggie, Mike, Dane, Hayden, and some other folks I don't really remember over. We went swimming again, like me and Sophia did last weekend, brrrr. Paul tied his shirt up in a knot, stuffed two apples down his shirt, and placed a blonde wig on his closely cut hair. Then we taught him to model walk. It was great.

We got the drumset fixed up, huzzah. I'm spending practically every free moment in there (the garage where the set is). The guy at The Drum Center didn't charge us for fixing the sutff huzzah. He put a clutch on the hi-hat, gave us some screwsf or the bass drum, gave us a key for the snare

Okay, the lag on my computer is pissing me loff. I'm sorry if this stuff is spelt very wrong or whatev. I have to go. It's so annoying, I can't even see what I'm writing.

R.I.P. Goober

Wishing for More Wishes

2006-04-13T14:58:00.000-04:00

I just wish that I could've given him a better life. You know, cared more about him. Held him. Patted him. Let him run around. Given him those special treats. Added some extra shavings to his cage. But you never know how important these kinds of things are until later.

I don't feel like writing about anything else that's happened since I last updated. Who cares about Mama Mia? Who cares about losing my iPod, celly, DS, whatever else was in my bag? Who cares about sleepovers? Why is it so important?

And why is there so much drama about little things? You like him, he doesn't like you, end of story. She used to be nice, now she's a bitch, period. It's so stupid.

Not when you can come home from your friend's house, from a pedicure, from fun, and learn that in the past - what, 12? - hours that you've been enjoying yourself, one of your family members is dead.

You probably thinking I'm overreacting. Oh, he's just a rabbit. And you know, he really was just a rabbit. But it still hurts.

No, actually, he was more than just a rabbit. He was a life. A life that is gone. But he's going to be creating more life, because we're going to bury him in the backyard and he will become part of the circle of life.

How corny does this sound? I don't care how corny it is, okay? It just hurts really really bad. People who hate me are reading this. They're probably thinking, "Hah, she's crying, she's hurting, serves her right."

So, in order to "serve me right", you're going to extinguish a life?

Goober was an old rabbit. He was a good, old rabbit, six years old - oh my god. I just realized that this morning I was looking at Easter cards at Corinne's house and I saw a card with a picture of a rabbit. "This looks like my rabbit," I said, "except less demonic."

I am so sorry, Goober. I am so so so so so sorry.

I love you. I know I could've shown it better, but I really do love you. And I wish I could show you that.

I'm not going to look at him. The vet had to shave him to determine what had caused him to die, but no conclusion was made. I don't want to remember him as a shaven, pathetic-looking creature. I want to remember him as the handsome, funny rabbit that he was.

In the car, I told Paula (Cori's mom) that my rabbit changes colors. In the winter, he's darker, and in the summer, he's lighter. Right now he's patchy. In between his amazing change.

I'm sorry. I really, truly am.

Homosexuality

2006-03-25T17:55:00.000-05:00

Okay, I'm taking this opportunity to respond to a few posts I've received before I start telling y'all about my week.

Nick said, "i bet you cant predict the mood im in when i say that i am feeling...umm....brown..yea thats it--Nick (not the nick that your always talking about that i think is me because my name is nick)yea". Well, Nick... brown's a tough one. It has so many different interpretations. You could be feeling plain, bored, and not very special. You could be feeling that you'd match very well with pink. You could be feeling like you're a a blend of many different emotions, confused about your origins and who you really are. I think it's the last one. Am I right? Am I right?

Anonymous, you don't have to wait any longer. Here I am to answer all of your meandering questions. You said, "i have a quetsion. are you a lesbian. i dont have anything against it. im just wondering. when are you gona come out of the closet. post the ansswer in ur next blog. i shall be waiting". Except without the periods, because Anonymous used spaces instead, and they don't show up when you paste it into your blog. Oh, and Anonymous, you spelt 'question' wrong. And didn't use question marks. Tsk tsk.

When I read your post, I smiled. God, I love people. I hate humanity, but I love people. I mean, so many different people with different opinions and different personalities and it's all so FUNNY!

Anyway, your first question was if I am a Lesbian. On this front, I'm not really sure. I mean, I haven't tried making out with any girls yet. When I do, I'll be sure to post whether I liked it or not. Mmmkay? I hope your curiosity was satisfied on that point. You then asked when I'm going to come out of the closet. Now, that question makes it seem like you already think I am a Lesbian. Hmmm. Not really much of a question there, then, is there? So I guess in your eyes, I'm a Lesbian. Go figure. And here I was being all touch because you bothered to ask before discriminating. ::wipes tears from eyes::

Alright, dirty business over with. God, why is the whole Lesbian thing re-surfacing again? This is ridiculous.

Eventful week. I played hooky on Thursday because it was Steve's birthday. Huzzah, huzzah. And he gave us his wishlist Tuesday night. What a... I'm trying to find a really stupid elementary school insult. Oh, what a buttsniffer! Goodness. I had already gotten him two things on his wishlist, though, because I friggin pwn like that. The Forty-Year-Old Virgin and The Wedding Crashers. Two really, really good, funny movies. I love em. I wish I could give them kisses and hugs. Mmm-mmm, good.

So Steve now officially has his permit. Eeek. He can drive wherever he wants if his mommy his with him. Coincidentally, his mommy is also my mommy. Small world. So if I want my mom to drive me some place, and my brother needs to go there too, he's driving. Not good.

Tonight, Nick and Steve and Dane are going to a sweet sixteen. Actually, Corinne is too. Shocker. Not the same one, though. Sososo Hayden is coming over and we're going to yay around with my paints and stuff.

Oh, I suck at a painting, so I just do abstract, and yesterday I made the most awesomest ever painting. I was using a sheet of wax paper to mix my red, blue, and white to make a purple-ish color for the shell of the ammonite I had to sculpt for school. After I finished painting it, I started pressing the wax paper all over this sheet of paper, and it looks awesome. I mean, really good. Like really really good. All red, white, and blue, and patriotic.

Yesterday, 19 kids in our grade got to go to Career Day at NYIT. Me, Cori, Danny, Noel, Nick, John U, Rachel, Lindsay, Will, and other people that I don't remember. It was... informative. I chose Finance (because of the whole drumset-saving-up-for thing) and Education (for the whole psychotherapist or whatev thing). Informative, yes. But in the Career Games, I won this canvas bag. It was the best one there, and there was only one of them, and I'm so nice, I put a yellow ribbon on it and gave it to my mummy.

Oh, and we went to Moe's for lunch, and Noel spilled a cup of fruit punch all over the front of Danny's pants (bramd-new khakis!). It was sooo funny. We all made fun of him, I offered him a pad, it was a good time. And Moe's is really good. I should get paid for saying that.

I can't believe Danny is going out with Gabby (Gabbi? Gabbie? Gabbey?). She'll probably end up reading this, but I really don't like her. She also says I'm a Lesbian. Yeah, she's one of those. Maybe I just don't know her well enough, but Danny keeps telling me that she hates me back, but we should be friends, and she's really nice, etc. Don't like her. Uh-uh. Oh, and she doesn't even like to see Danny and me and Corinne walking together. We were walking down the hallway, and he sees her coming towards us, and he goes, "Uh-oh, I can't walk with you," and moves to the other side of the hall.

I'm probably leaving something out, but my computer is seriously lagging, and I don't have the patience to keep going.

Eggs

2006-03-21T19:50:00.000-05:00

I learned something very interesting in Spanish today. One of the homework questions was to translate 'the small balls', so we got on the ::ahem:: interesting topic of male reproductive organs. (Miss Rose is the best.) She explained to us that how we connect the nouns 'balls' and 'nuts' to mean testes, in Spanish they use 'eggs'. I dunno why, but they do. So be careful talking about breakfast foods. "I'll have the big eggs." "I only want the white stuff inside." "Crack those eggs!" And the guys flinch.

There was the dumb DNA thing field trip today. We're making bacteria glow! And I don't really care! No, it was pretty interesting. The pipettors or whatever they were called were really fun, especially when you shot the tips off. There were sterile tips, see, to put on it, and when you pushed a button they... well, they flew, man, they flew.

Jess got a new cell phone, evidently. Just thought I'd tell y'all about Jess's purchases. Um... yeah. ::ducks head::

AND NOW ON TO MY PURCHASES!!! Steve had to go to Kohl's after the orthodontist appointment (six more weeks!), and so I literally annialated the store. And that is most definitely not how you spell 'annialated'. Whatev. "Turn to Stone" by Electric Light Orchestra. Good song. Yeah, anyway, I ended up with this black lace top that my mom said made me look like a French hooker, an adorable little short-sleeve blue-and-green striped blazer which had really poofy shoulders, a pearl bracelet with black accents that I had nothing to wear with, a green flowy-type top with pearl buttons that I was too tired to try on, camo cargo capris that were definitely not cut right for me, a white headband that made me look like Heidi, black fishnets that my mom said made me look like a French hooker, and THIS REALLY SUPER-DUPER AWESOME SWEATER THAT HAD A SCREWED-UP ZIPPER SO I GOT ANOTHER ONE AND IT WAS ON SALE AND IT'S REALLY SUPER-DUPER AND AWESOME. Oh, and another tube of liquid eyeliner because I lost my last one. So I (when I say 'I', I mean Mom) bought me two things: eyeliner and THIS REALLY SUPER-DUPER AWESOME SWEATER THAT HAD A SCREWED-UP ZIPPER SO I GOT ANOTHER ONE AND IT WAS ON SALE AND IT'S REALLY SUPER-DUPER AND AWESOME.

I mean, it's awesome. Green with blue argyle on the three-quarter length sleeves and it's SO AWESOME. Sick, ill, rad, knarly, whatev.

I think I'm going to be a psychologist, psychiatrist, psychotherapist, whatev. I want to talk to people and help people with their problems, because I've got the illy skillys to do that. I mean, Corinne told me (when I asked what color she felt) that she felt mint green, and I immediately accurately predicted her mood! And Jess, after I reminded her to, commended me on how well I talk to her and how good I make her feel.

I friggin pwn.

Like that shirt I saw on ALLOY and love love love: "Note to Self: I'm Rad."

PIPPIN, HUZZAH!!!

2006-03-19T11:03:00.000-05:00

Oh my goodness. "Pippin" is so good. My brother's an idiot. In the war scene. God. But it's still really, really good. And that sixth grader who plays Theo is adorable! Mitch. And Hayden and him are so cute together. Mmmm, I want to squeeze him.

So today, Sunday, is the last night of the musical. The last two nights were so good! They evened out, though, because Billy stumbled over a few lines last night and Brian did Friday night. Billy's part is so not the right key for him, but he did really, really well. And these people don't even know who I am. I know who they are. That's what I get for having an older brother.

Last night was our night. The one we Tachters, Ways, and Promaneks have every year. Last night was also the cast party, so Steve and Dane didn't come back to the Tachter/Promanek place to party. First, though, we did not go to the Adirondack Grill. We went to the Laguna Grill. Where I had Chipotle BBQ Chicken. Which I did not finish. Because it was gargantuan. If that's a word.

The Larsons, a friend of the Tachter/Promaneks, joined us for dinner, although Bryce (I did not spell that right) and his girlfriend Melissa (I think) didn't go to the play afterwards. They should be shot. Who would miss out on that willingly?

So there was a fifth grader (I think), Abe, who is going to be a hottie when he grows up. And he's so sweet and nice. I want to give him hugglies, but I think that would freak him out. Whatev.

Nick started it. He asked for a pen from me, so I dug through my entire huge bag to find him a pen so he could draw the Aquateen Hunger Force characters on his napkin. Hayden, Abe, and I watched him for a few minutes before Hayden found a pen in her bag and stared doing quadratic formulas on her napkin. It was really odd. Then Abe gave in to the fad and found a pen and started to make a really complicated maze. I was the last to fold, but eventually I cursed at my bag and searched with a flashlight for a few minutes before I found a pen for myself.

I drew my infamous kitty, a drumset, and a single eye and a nose. And I wrote some of the lyrics to "Saddest Girl Story" by The Starting Line and "Sic Transit Gloria... Glory Fades" by Brand New on it. And I wrote four lines on it that I made up. Which I forgot. But I'll remember.

Oh, and me and Hayden got up and danced in the corner of the restaurant to the salsa music. Actually, we did really bad '80's dancing, and turned around to see everybody at the table staring at us. It was pretty funnny. I motioned for Nick to come join us, but he chickened out. Boo, Nick.

When we were at the play, we were waiting for it to start. Alicia sat to the right of me, Sophia to the left, Corinne to the left of her, Hayden to the left of her, Abe to the left of her, Nick to the left of him, Jen to the left of him, Mom to the left of her, and Paula to the left of her. So I had Alicia start a Hug Chain, up until Mom broke it because she had no idea what she was doing.

And I'm going to shoot Jess. I want her to take me skiing with her family. Not just any time, however. ::cough::Billy::cough:: You're dead, Jess.

Steve and Dane were at the cast party, and Jen was pooped, so Chip drove Jen home while Mom, Bryn, Hayden, April, Erin, Nick, and I danced in the living room. Nick even admitted that he had fun, even though he wasn't allowed to go to the party. And then we shuffled around the living room not picking up our feet to create a static electricity. Erin kept shocking me in the forehead until I got a massive headache. I could feel the brain cells dying.

That hurt.

And then I was amazed by Nick's ability to catch a wadded-up gum wrapper while laying on the floor, because when I lay down my depth perception is completely out of whack. So I layed, lied, whatev, down next to him and tried to catch my hair clip when I threw it up. And I didn't. And that hurts considerably more than a gum wrapper when it hits you on the head.

OHOHOHOHOHOHOH. HAYDEN'S GOING TO MURDER ME FOR WRITING THIS, BUT IF YOU'RE INTERESTED IN EXPOSING HAYDEN, APRIL, AND ERIN AT THEIR SENIOR PROM/GRADUATION, JOIN ME AND NICK IN THE QUEST TO GET THE ADVENTURELAND TAPE. IT'S SO DAMN FUNNY. IM ME FOR FURTHER INFORMATION.

Nick and I laughed so hard. They're such little idiots. They were so cute, though. I'll give you three words: dancing and Britney Spears. Nuff said. Hehe.

Nick and I had an in-depth conversation last night as he read Seveteen magazine and I read my dumb fifth-grade stories. We talked about love. I said it was beautiful, but it wasn't worth it. And he was pretty silent the whole time. I think. I don't really remember. It wasn't all that in-depth.

Whatev. I'm tired. We only stayed up until like 2am this morning. I was shocked. We left the Tachter/Promaneks at 1. AT 1. D'you know how early that is? Dumb parents, getting tired. Gosh. I could've danced the night away.

Spare a little sunshine.

It must be so fun to have Jackie's part. Jeez. Except I would look really bad doing it. Whatev. I can still do it in my room with the door shut. So shoot me.

Eh... I'm done. And hungry.

Pippin, Huzzah!

2006-03-17T16:56:00.000-05:00

Huzzah! Tonight Steve is playing his eeny-weeny insignificant role in "Pippin"! Actually, it's a pretty good role for a sophomore. And I get to watch him! And watch all the ninth graders swoon over him. And some of the eight graders, too... you know who you are. I mean, ick. He's my brother. Sophia's coming tonight, and of course Hayden's going every night with me to support Dane. Huzzah for brothers! Tomorrow I'm giving Corinne a ride, oh, and tonight's picture night. So I'll be there until like midnight taking bad pictures of the cast and crew.

Tomorrow we're having our annual Tachter, Way, and Promanek after-show party. Huzzah for parties! Me and Hayden want to toga it up, but we're finding it hard to find other people willing to do so. I mean, it's not that cold in March.

And tomorrow Nick and Jen are coming to watch Steve and Dane. Huzzah! First, though, the non-performing people (namely: Nick, Jen, Bryn, Chip, Hayden, Mom, me) are going to the Adirondack Grill or whatever it's called. Where we went last year.

Dad's coming tonight and doing his part. So I'll be sitting with Mom and Dad. This is the family night. The other nights I can sit wherever I want, but tonight I have to sit with Mommy and Daddy. Huzzah. (Note the lack of exclamation points there.)

Well, I had my meeting with the guidance counselor to discuss my schedule. I'm not going to do AP next year, because I'll graduate with more history credits than I need. That would be terrible. I like history and all, but school history I can do without it. How it's taught is so dreary.

Wow, I'm actually really tired. I didn't even stay yup late last night. In fact, I went to bed really early. Like 8:30. I feel like swearing at people in Swedish. Which is just about the funnest thing you can do.

Except for animate things in Geometer's Sketchpad. And draw things like Sophia with teeth on her chest.

I'm kind of disappointed. I had an inordinate amount of donations just pouring in at first. It's slowed to a complete halt. Um... hello? Where are the donations I forced- I mean, asked- you to give? Hmmm?

Okay, my computer is having a seizure, so with these words, I'm out:

To me, love is like a merry-go-round. Stay on too long and I'll throw up.

I Don't Wanna Be a Fool in This Game for Two

2006-03-16T16:08:00.000-05:00

My title is from a Backstreet Boys song. I think I'm losing it.

I might be bipolar. I have two extreme moods. One: I'm really, really happy, and do the oddest things, like give Corinne lettuce, not understand jokes, and tell people they killed JFK. And sing musicals at lunch. And put chicken patties down Cori's underwear. And spell out naughty words in sign language during tests. And... I'll stop.

Then my other mood has me swearing, angry, crying until two o'clock in the morning. Hating everything: life, guys, the world.

My cat is the plague of my life. Yet again, I'm kneeling on the floor because she decided to stretch out on the chair I was sitting on. And she has claws and teeth, whereas I don't. Who would win a battle, d'you think? I know.

Nick Pa. and I had a really productive conversation on the bus. He officially hates Nick Pr., because evidently he stole his name. Um, hello? My Nick is sixteen. You're... what? Thirteen? Fourteen? Whatev.

I am really hungry. I've barely eaten anything all week, and absolutely nothing fatty or bad for me. I would love a cookie right now (they look so good), but I already had syrup with my waffles this morning, and that's too much sugar already. Oh, damn cookies. It hurts to look at them. I'll probably end up having one. Or two. Or three.

I yelled at Danny today and told him that he killed JFK because he wouldn't let me play with his skateboard, and what he yelled back got me really confused until Cori explained it. He said, "That's lamer than FDR's legs." I am an idiot. No, really, I am. And the oven beeped. Meaning it's reached 300 degrees.

The math assessment, speaking of degrees, was incredibly easy. In explaining an answer, I wrote 'axises' and I don't think that's a word, but this is a math test, not English, and it shouldn't count.

I spent all day today trying to make Cori's arm go numb. Slapping it. Hitting it. But with love. I would never hurt her. I hit her because I love her, right, babe?

Math today was spent in the FLART Lab. Foreign Language and Art Lab. The computer room. Whatever you want to call it. We played with Geometer's Sketchpad and animated stuff. It was so funny! This quadrilateral I set to having one point dance about looked incredibly like an inchworm. Hmmm. Could be a conspiracy.

Madeliene's cat still hasn't found a home. She and her daughters, Emma and Sarah, are moving back to Ireland in a month or two or three or whaev, and they have to find a home for their 15-year-old cat. She'll probably end up living with us, but she's been by herself all her life, so Murphy would probably freak her out. And Trouble would probably eat her. And Goober would sit there, twitching his little nose and hopping about his cage. Until we let him out, and then Madeliene's cat would eat him.

It's a cat eat cat eat rabbit world out there.

Sophia sent me a song a few weeks back, "Sic Transit Gloria... Glory Fades" by Brand New, and it's so frickin frackin good, I could just listen to it over and over. If I didn't have a major headache right now that is. Other times, I do just listen to it over and over. Go figure.

Hookd on Fonikks Wurked for Me

2006-03-14T19:16:00.000-05:00

I always fall for the wrong guy. I was trying really hard to convince myself that I didn't love him anymore, but you know what? Thinking of him promising to change... thinking of him wrapping his arms around me... thinking of him kissing her... it all hurts so bad, and I know that I'm just lying to myself. Maybe I'm supposed to learn from this. You know, like Fate. And maybe I'll never get over him, but maybe he'll always be the standard for how I measure guys. If they're as good-looking as him, I'll be lucky. If they act like him, I'll be unlucky. And in love.

Damn falling for bad guys. Damn, damn, damn.

Tech was fun. Cori, Ali, and I watched Nick Pa. hammer his clock together. It was so funny. At one point, he stopped hammering, and just turned the hammer over and over in his hands, looking at it intently. He was whistling, I think, but at the distance we were at we couldn't hear it, and he looked like he was fascinated. It was priceless, and totally supports my theory that Nick's a Neanderthal. Sorry, Nick. I love you.

In science, Teach went psycho on Danny and I. I asked Danny later what he did, but he swears he did nothing. Hmmm. Anyway, supposedly Danny wasn't paying attention sitting next to me, and Teach freaked out on him and told him that she'd already told him not to sit there. Ummm, hello? You PUT him there. She moved him next to Sam, yelled at us both, and then returned fuming to writing notes. Whatev. We'll probably still sit together tomorrow.

Andrew wasn't in school today. Danny and I had to play together in band all day. ANDREW PLEASE COME BACK!!! I swear, that boy's going to give me a nervous twitch. Always poking me and stuff... Danny, Nick Pr. and Steve don't approve. Cool it. They'll go kung-fu on your rear end.

Math assessment tests tomorrow and Thursday. Eeep. It looks easy, though. I mean, how difficult can it be? It's on stuff that the Regents class is taking, and we've done that last year or so, so it should be good. I hope.

Lunch is always fun. Today I tried to stick Jess's orange peels down my bra to make me smell nice. I gave a dollar to Danny. Sorry, Holden, that was my last dollar before saving up.

I want to buy a new drum set. Andrew laughed when I told him the condition that my old one's in. I pouted. Humph. He suggested buying a new one. I agreed. So now I'm saving up my money until I can afford a $500 drum set. Huzzah. I haven't practiced in like two years because my dumb old one fell apart. I'm really anxious to get back on the set, and I don't want to do it in school because I'm so rusty.

I'm angry with Patrick. Grrr, Patrick. Me and Heather shalst hurt him badly. He doesn't care about the animals. He only cares about the animals. Which one is it? Actually, he only cares about the humans. Patrick, not a single humane organization receives federal funding. And how many organizations are there to help poor children and citizens? How many are nice and cozy in their cushy, government-smiled-upon spot? A whole lot, Pat. A whole lot.

I really like reading comments, folks. Write em. Write whatev. I don't care. Curse me off. It amuses me for about three minutes and twenty-six seconds. And believe me, that's long for somebody like me.

I'm revising what I said in the first paragraph. I can't love him anymore. Not if it will keep hurting me. Not if it will take control of my life. Not if I won't let him see me cry. And the tears keep coming as I write this. Oh, don't you understand how it is that you hurt me? I can't do anything without seeing his face. Please, just leave me alone. I don't want you here. I don't want to be just friends. I don't want to feel like an intruder into your life.

I don't want to cry anymore.

2006-03-08T15:55:00.000-05:00

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See that really long link up there? That one? That's the link to my Relay for Life page, where you can make a donation. Please do so. Or tell your parents to do so, since you need a credit card number. Thanks.

I don't know where the title came from. So don't ask.

Well, since my iPod would not play my music, and made a really annoying high-pitched humming noise when I tried to force it to, I got a new one. And spent all yesterday night not doing homework (surprising, eh?) and trying to figure out how to make my computer recognize it. So I plug it into my computer today, you know, for sh-ts and giggles, and a screen pops up asking me to name my iPod. Which I did. "Banany". YAY I HAVE AN iPOD AGAIN!

Sooo, yesterday it seems like Bradley made a doody on the gym floor. I feel bad for him. But ick. Icky ick ick. I mean, honestly ... very icky. ::shudders::

So, I was riding the bus home today, and I hear Adam talking to Dana behind me. Adam: "CC doesn't believe in God." Dana: "CC's a LESBIAN." Adam: "CC says that everybody is a little bit bi." Dana: "She's not bi, she's a LESBIAN." And that's all I remember, but there was more stuff, but then they heard giggles and realized I was sitting right in front of them. Honestly, I NEVER giggle.

All day today in math I was coughing. Hack hack hack. And then my nose started running. Dribble dribble dribble. And the phone's ringing. But that didn't happen in math, and it's a sales call, so I'm not a'going to pick it up.

I'm taking a page out of Alicia's family's book by litterbox-training Goober (my bun). I read that rabbits are naturally very clean creatures, like cats, and they'll take to a litterbox like a fat kid to a cupcake. So I stuck some tupperware in Goober's cage with cat litter in it and he made all of his little poops in it. It worked! Aha! Kind of shocking, actually. But now he likes to sit in it and never goes anywhere else in cage.

Monday, when I stayed home from school with my illness, I took Goober outside on his leash and let him dig up my mom's flowers and he and Murphy (my hound) ended up cuddling on Murph's bed. Murphy usually goes crazy when he sees Goober outside of a cage, licking him and nibbling on him - LOVE NIBBLES, NOT FOOD NIBBLES. It was so cute, Goob just hopped up into the space between Murphy's folded back leg and his stomach. Oh, by the way, Murphy was laying down. And so Murphy looks up, all surprised, gives Goober a nudge with his nose, and then lays his head back down. It was adorable.

You know what, I love Stephen Lynch. Have you ever heard him? He's a "mild-mannered singing comedian by day", which he calls himself in the segment called "Superhero". Seriously, download some of his songs, or mooch off me. They're awesome, but I can't think of a single one that isn't dirty, so don't listen to them with your parents arounds. I know my mom's reading this, so, Mom, none of this is true. It is all a lie.

Yesterday our table was in a weird spot at lunch. I did not like it. No I did not. So I ate sitting on the counter by the windows. Me and Corinne were Puerto Rico. Figure it out.

Oh, I have a really funny riddle. IM me if you want to hear it.

Today, my mom put a sticker on my lunch bag that said "Cutest Kid" which Cori promptly put on my forehead after she collided with both Jess and Bradley, although not at the same time. In Spanish, Mike was ripping it off to put on Henry, and it ripped at "Cut". Not kidding. I thought that was so deliciously emo, so I stuck it on my wrist. "Cutting for Dummies." Shows you exactly where to do it.

Well, I'm hungry, because the only thing I had for lunch was an apple, so I'm going to eat cereal or something. Urg, hunger is present.

I'll chat you up some other time.

Just kidding.

Not reallly.

Gitchy-gitchy-cow-ow Gitchy-cow-ow

2006-03-05T18:34:00.000-05:00

I feel like a bucket of fecal matter. My nose is all stuffy and I can't breathe out of it, and it runs and I sneeze and gross germy things are all over every single tissue in the house. My throat hurts and when I talk it sounds like somebody is sawing down a tree. All scritchy-scratchy, you know? Sinus headaches pain me constantly. And on top of it all, my skin is dry and my lips are chapped. Huzzah.

And my family is in tears. As I write this, my brother sits on the stairs with his head in his arms and my mom bustles around in the kitchen looking at the floor, and I'm the only one not yelling. Baaaaad karma.

For those of you who didn't go, Mitch Madness was slamming, and so was Sr. St. Denis. I hope that he never gets my screen name, because he is quite a looker. Meow. Mr. LoGerfo and Mr. Labansky were hitting it in volleyball, and, in LoLo's case, baksetball. There WAS a catch, though. Mr. Lee wasn't there! He was supposed to shoot some hoops, and the damn man was not there. Me and my posse were so very disappointed. We'll have to give him a talking-to.

Yesterday I watched The Titanic and had two epiphanies through my tears (so damn sad) which some of my friends should think about. Ahem. 1) Despite all the hurt and pain, when death is inevitable, you'd rather have life all over again. 2) It's foolish to choose death for yourself when so many don't have a choice.

I've mulled over this for a while, but I've decided that I'm going to express EVERYTHING in this blog. Everything I feel, even things about my friends that they might not appreciate. I just want to say before I continue that I love all of my friends, although they have their flaws, and I support them in everything that they do. I have very many moods, and sometimes I say things that I really shouldn't. But I love y'all. You be's my homeslices. ::hugs all friends:: So, here goes.

Alicia ... please don't hurt me, babe. I love you lots and lots, but you are just TOO "nice". You undo fun. For example, when Matt hid Jess's bag on top of the safety blanket in Ms. Roger's room, she didn't even notice. Of COURSE we wouldn't have let her leave without it, you should know us better than that. But you have to go over, pull it down, and place it next to her. She never even noticed it was gone. When Matt and I protested against your kill-joy-ish nature, you said, "It's being NICE." No, it's being obnoxious and boring. Lighten UP. Have FUN. Laugh at yourself. Laugh with others. Trust your friends to never purposely hurt you or each other. Trust ME. It's not mean to pull pranks, honey. It's not mean to hide your binder under John's at lunch. I wouldn't let you leave it, and it's not as if I'm keeping you from it when you find it. Just ... chillax.

And, Jess, please be strong. I love you, and I hope you don't get angry with me, but you're being weak and vulnerable. I know you don't like to be that way, but I'm trying to help you get stronger and you refuse to assist my cause. If you don't do something to change the life that you hate living, I'm going to. I don't care what you say, how hard you beg, but if you're going to live life miserably, I'm not going to let it happen. I WILL do things that you don't want me to do. It's not a threat, it's one of those "tough love" theories Mrs. Beers goes on about. ::hugglies::

Sophia ... I won't get into it. THAT, for one thing, is much too personal. I'll just say that I agree with Eerik. With EVERYTHING he says, in accordance to this. I don't care if you say it's not my business. I want to help you ... I hate not being able to do anything.

Whenever I post, I always end up remembering more stuff about the days that have passed, but I vowed to never go back and write more stuff. So the only way you'll get to know more about me is to talk to me ... hmmmm, interesting. Verbal communication.

JUST NOT OVER THE PHONE. Eeeeg, phones. I have a fear of talking on the phone. I don't even talk to my grandparents in Sweden on the phone. I refuse. I pretend to be asleep or lock myself in the bathroom, or run upstairs and hide under my covers and scream if anybody brings the phone near me.

Other odd fears I have ... I have a fear of newspaper material. I HATE how it feels. I can't feel it. Sometimes, when we're on road trips, Steve will be reading the paper and then he'll shove it at me and I'll scream and kick and hit and make him get away from me. Which is real hassle when I try to clean Goober's cage, because we line the bottom with newspaper. Eeeug.

I also find automatic and revolving doors frightful. An automatic door shut on me once, and revolving doors ... just ugh. How are you supposed to jump into a small triangular space while it's MOVING??? Beats me. If you have any tips, post a comment.

Actually, once I get into the revolving door, I like to go around and around, mainly because I can't get out. Hehe.

Chickens. No chickens. Uh-uh. Once, when I was a tike, I was at a farm in Sweden for a party, and this old man, a friend of my morfar's, was giving us a tour of all the animals, and I typically, being young and impressable, wanted to pet all of the 'aminals'. I DO remember that a calf sneezed on my brother. Hehe. Yeah, so, the ole man introduced us to the chickens in their wire cages next to the barn, and I stick my finger in the cage, and the possessed little thing bit me! Or pecked me, whatev. But I started bleeding and crying and ran back to my mommy, who held me close to her hip and patted my wet hair while still chatting with relatives and friends she hadn't seen in years.'

Since I'm writing this during commercials between the Oscars, I'm going to leave you with the remnants of the image of the bloody tip of my finger laying in the bottom of a chicken's cage as it pecks the flesh off it.

Just kidding.

I HAVE A NEW CELLPHONE

2006-02-28T17:33:00.000-05:00

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

2006-02-26T14:33:00.000-05:00

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.

2006-02-19T13:32:00.000-05:00

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!!!!

2006-02-17T16:08:00.000-05:00

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!

2006-02-13T10:12:00.000-05:00

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

2006-02-10T16:50:00.000-05:00

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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