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Sunday, October 02, 2005
 okay so i guess i should tell you guys about myself. 

anyway, Die Hard is a really awesome movie.  i mean, it's practically one of the best out there.  it's hard nowadays to find a good movie quote that not everybody knows.  that's why i love Die Hard.  "Now I have a machine gun...ho ho ho."  is such a great quote from that movie, and not everyone knows it. 

so there.

Sunday, October 09, 2005
 The worst liquid to have poured on you (besides hot oil, gasoline, and battery acid) is most definitely milk.  That's right, pure milk.  Allow me to explain. 

Earlier today, my fat cat was bitching at me for attention, so I decided to give her some wholesome milk.  As I was bending over to pour it in the bowl by her dish, I lost my balance and spilled a bunch on my arm.  It was one of the most unpleasant feelings I have ever experienced.  It felt like instant drying paint, which, if you haven't ever felt that, feels crusty like plaster. 

I would definitely not want to fall into a vat of milk anytime soon. 

Monday, October 24, 2005
 This past weekend was Homecoming up at school. Friday night was a football game. Edit:  Good Lord was I out of it while writing this!  I was driven by my friend who isn't in band and hung out with another.  Woosh, way over my head.  Also I hung out with an eighth grader, whom I nicknamed Salad(long story), the entire game. We witnessed a fight, which, of course, is always a pleasant experience. After the first punch was thrown, Salad and I kind of walked away. After many hours of walking in circles and not exactly paying attention to the game, I bid adieu to Salad and caught a ride home with one of my friends.

That was the uneventful part of my weekend. Here's the eventful part:

Saturday night. Homecoming dance. Loud music. Formal attire. Dancing. Sounds like fun, right? It was the biggest waste of my five dollars ever. My school has about 2,500 kids, and 2,499 of them attended the dance. Tons of people were crowded in to one small gymnasium, not to mention how many kids crowded the labyrinth of hallways leading towards the concession stand. I had a harder time keeping track of where I was than I did trying to keep track of where my friends were. I was attempting to move about the mosh pit with annoying rap music blaring from speakers up towards the front, when the lights suddenly went out. Everyone screamed and the music got louder as the DJ turned the strobe lights on. Supposedly, this made the dance more fun, but it just made me feel like we were under attack. As the evening progressed, half of the gym had its lights turned on, and the other half was in complete darkness. On the light side were about half of the freshman running around and wondering if anyone would kiss them. As I was standing there with some friends, I became fascinated with why everyone was so suddenly obsessed with such an intimate public display of affection. Then I ventured over to the dark side. There, everyone was making out with everyone. I refuse to go into any more detail than that, but let me tell you, it was one of the grossest things I have ever seen. I quickly found refuge at the concession stands and hung out there the rest of the night.

After the dance, I went to one of my friend's post parties. That consisted of fifteen of us going down to the basement to watch Montey Python. Okay, so, sure it's funny hahaha, but for some reason, Montey Python has just never been able to hold my attention. So a good friend of mine along with myself left the TV room and played some ping pong. I swear, if anyone ever wanted to take over the world, all they'd have to do is put everyone in the same room and turn on Montey Python. The other thirteen of my friends at the party watched the wacky version of The Holy Grail until midnight.

Anyway, that was my weekend. I certainly hope yours wasn't anything like mine. If it was, then I feel your pain.

Stay classy.

Saturday, November 26, 2005
 Okay, first of all:  Was the bloodiest battle in the Civil War Antietum?  I seriously need to know.

Good, Lord, what has this world come to?  Not only was I bored enough to fill out one of those really long surveys that are extremely tedious for anyone to read, but I was also heartless enough to post it.  Forgive me. 

Where were your parents born? Long Island, New York

What is the last thing you downloaded onto your computer?  John Mayer solo acoustic concert 11-19

What's your favorite restaurant? Subway.  Sure, it's not really a restaurant, but it's certainly not fast food either. 

Last time you swam in a pool? Liz's end of summer pool party.  I went in fully clothed because I'm that modest. 

Have you ever been in a school play? Yes, fifth grade I was Noah Claypole in Oliver Twist. 

How many kids do you want? Four to six

Type of music you dislike most? Usher.  I'm not sure what music group he belongs to, but whatever it is, I hate him and all like him. 

Are you registered to vote? I'm only fifteen (not fourteen anymore, fifteen yes!)

Do you have cable? Yeah, but do I ever use it?  No.

Have you ever ridden on a moped? No, but when I go to Germany, that's going to be one of my goals.

Ever prank call anybody? I tried once, but they had caller ID.  Sometimes technology is no fun.

Would you go bungee jumping or sky diving? Depends on how much I'd be getting paid.

Furthest place you ever traveled? Long Island, New York?  No Virginia...No!  Massachusetts...

Do you have a garden? I did, but I kind of forgot to water it and feed it, so it died. 

What's your favorite comic strip? I never read comics but Peanuts is always fun.

Do you really know all the words to your national anthem? Yeah, I know four verses to it.

Bath or Shower, morning or night?  In the summer and spring, I shower in the morning, and in the fall and winter I shower at night.  That way my body temperature stays above freezing. 

Favorite pizza topping? I like extra sauce, onions, black olives, pepperonis, peppers.  Also, this isn't a topping, but I always refridgerate my pizza because it tastes so much better cold.

What color lipstick do you usually wear? I don't wear lipstick.  I don't wear lip gloss.  I don't wear lip balm or chapstick or whatever other word you want to give it.  I do carry around this strawberry lip gloss that Sam got me for my birthday, in case I get hungry.  Honestly, as far as lip gloss goes, that stuff is delicious.

Have you ever smoked peanut shells? I never thought of that...

Have you ever been in a beauty pageant? I'm not exactly what the general public would call beautiful, but it doesn't bother me.  After having a joyous meet and greet with Miss Pennsylvania in eighth grade, I don't ever want to be in any kind of pageant, for fear that I might win.

Orange Juice or apple? Apple juice.  Note, I said apple juice, not apple cider.  There's a lot of confusion between the two.  Anyway, I don't like orange juice at all.  I don't dig pulp.  And it doesn't count to buy the kind that comes without pulp because it still tastes like pulp.

Who was the last person you went out to dinner with and where did you dine? I went out to dinner with my mom and brother on my birthday; we ate at Old Spring House.

Favorite type chocolate bar? Hershey's

When was the last time you voted at the polls? Never have.

Last time you ate a homegrown tomato? During the summer at my dad's house.

Have you ever won a trophy? No, I won a ribbon though.

Are you a good cook? Not yet.

Do you know how to pump your own gas? No I don't.

Ever order an article from an infomercial? No, I get bored of infomercials too quickly to stick around and order the thing. 

Sprite or 7-up? Sprite; it's bubblier and served at more restaurants.

Have you ever had to wear a uniform to work? I've never had a job, and my school doesn't require uniforms.

Last thing you bought at a pharmacy? Bubble gum.

Ever thrown up in public? Come to think of it...no...oh wait, yeah. 

Would you prefer being a millionaire or find true love? True love.  Yeah love doesn't always last, but neither does money.

Do you believe in love at first sight? Sure, why not?

Can exs be friends? Yeah...

Did you have a lot of hair when you were a baby? Not really.

What message is on your answering machine? "No one is available to take your call, please leave a message after the beep, and we will get back to you as soon as possible."

What was the name of your first pet? Courageous, the cat. 

What's in your backpack? A couple of binders and a book.

Favorite thing to do before bedtime? listening to music or playing guitar.

What do you think about?  Many a thing. 

Thanks for bearing with me there.  I have a really strange attachment to surveys; I can't explain. 

Lastly, I'm a total dumbass.

Have fun, everyone. 

Saturday, December 17, 2005
 K-Mart.

Yeah, I sure was one deep kid back then -_- 

Current Mood: okay okay
Current Music: Franz Ferdinand - Darts of Pleasure

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        Agh!!!!  Why is it that all of the homework given at the end of the schoolyear is the most tedious, undesirable work ever?  I had a three day weekend to do everything I needed, and I have yet to start.  Right now, my mom and brother are both out of the house, so I have about an hour and a half to get something done, but I DON'T WANT TO!!  I can't convey this emotion any better than just by banging my fists against the computer desk repeatedly and crying.  For cultures (that's what my school calls history), my entire class's grades are fucked because of a crappy student teacher we had who gave us all D's for no reason.  And instead of going through our papers and changing the grades, Mr. VanderHeijden (regular teacher) decides to leave them as is and give us an essay "to bring our grades up."  Like one freaking essay is going to do that.  And worst of all, the topic he gave us was, "Write something about the 70s."  Hello, kid!  We didn't learn anything about the 70s because you were too busy telling about your escapades as a monk. 
        Then there's English.  I had to read the second half of The Crucible (didn't do it), and I really should have started my end of the year Powerpoint project on the book.  But what the hell?  It's not due til Thursday anyway.  Because of my other stupid end of the year project for my computer class, I am so sick of Word, Powerpoint, Excel, and Access.  Seriously, I've been doing the same project for the last month and probably still have about a week's worth of work to put forth. 
       Then there's the marking period test for math on Wednesday and Thursday.  It's worth half my marking period grade.  I have to get a 97% on it to not have to take the final, since we're exempt from the final if our semester 2 grades average out to a 90% or higher. 
       I took all of my study halls away next year, and I'm going to be working.  I'm thinking about getting a job at Turkey Hill instead of Darrenkamp's because TH is a 20 minute walk from my house and 2 minute walk from school.  That would be a hell of a lot easier.  The only problem with that is that my friend Jaclyn and I were going to work together at Darrenkamp's, and her mom was going to drive us.  But, no matter how many times I try to tell her that I am in desperate NEED of this money for COLLEGE, Jaclyn still seems to think that this job is just a side project for fun, and that we HAVE to work the same exact hours so we can be best friends at work.  It fucking sucks.  Yet, if I try to tell her that I want to get a job somewhere else, she'll pull the whole, "But we planned to work together, and you promised that we would."  Hell no, I never promised her anything!  I just said, "Maybe we can get a job together.  That would be fun." 
       I'm hoping by being booked next year that I'll sort of force myself into not procrastinating.  It'll take A LOT of work, though.  Whatever.  I'll just go not do my homework. 

Current Location: Living Room
Current Mood: lazy lazy
Current Music: The Decemberists - Sixteen Military Wives

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So I figure I ought to write in this thing again.  Whenever someone asks, "How are you?" and you reply, "Bad" (or something like that), you are then asked why you're feeling that way.  However, if you say you're good, fine, bored, etc., no one ever asks what the reason is.  The reason I'm bringing this up is because I like being honest when I tell people what mood I'm in, but that doesn't necessarily mean I want all concern focused on me if I'm miserable.  It just doesn't make sense to me. 

My dad loves Westerns a lot.  Westerns and Indian movies.  I must say, I despise these sort of movies.  I'm not sure why I brought this up, since I don't actually have grounds for my claims, but seeing as this is a "say whatever comes to your mind" sort of a journal, it seemed to fit.  They're just cliche and boring to me, with little diversity between them, and trust me, I've seen my fair share.  That's what you get when you've got an eccentric dad who thinks you're gonna love every single thing he loves. 

I think it's way more fun to have guys as friends right now than to actually date one.  I've got two main guy friends: Kevin and Camilo.  Neither of them is shy in telling me all the gruesome details about their lives.  I've noticed, however, that they're always trying to be all polite and clean-cut around the girls they date.  And likewise, all the girls are trying to be adorable.  With friends it's just so much more real and honest.  Maybe it's just a teenager thing.  Hell, maybe it's just something that goes on with my friends, and no one else actually experiences this kind of thing with their peers.  Anyway, back to the point, I'd rather have a guy be honest and tell me what he really thinks of dating.  This guy I was talking to online went on a little, fun rant about all the things guys had to do for girls in relationships, and I loved hearing about it.  I mean, if I ever have a boyfriend, what are the chances that he'll ever say, "Dammit, Elizabeth, why do I always have to pay when I take you out?  I hate that!"  Just random thoughts that I'll probably disagree with later on. 

Nature music bothers me so much.  Now, I don't care if you like it in general, and it's relaxing to you or whatever, but my health teacher listens to it at the beginning of class everyday.  About a week ago, we were listening to this track that consisted only of  water running, a breeze going through the trees, and birds chirping.  During this track, she turned to the class and said, "Doesn't it sound beautiful?  It's exactly like being outside.  It really gives you the experience!"  Okay, innocent comment, but excuse me, hoe...it is NOT just like being freaking outside!  I hike and camp a lot in real woods during the summer, and I'm sorry, but as long as those noises are coming out of the speakers on a stereo, I consider it ARTIFICIAL.  If you really want the experience of nature, like it says you will receive on the back of the CD case, then you sit outside in the woods.  THAT is beautiful.  Not listening to some lame CD in a classroom that doesn't even have windows. 

Yeah, enough of my useless ranting.  Later, kids.

Current Mood: aggravated aggravated
Current Music: Waiting on the World to Change - JMizzy

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So here's another attempt on my part to keep a journal of the events that go on in my happy, little life.  I'm so amazed at some of the people on here who have had their lj's for five years or more.  That's pretty much a document of your life there.  Considering I have forgotten pretty much everything that happened to me when I was eleven, I just figured I'd try to keep a journal about what's chilling with me.  

Yeah, so, the problem is that I never feel like writing anything.  Last night I babysat this pretty cool 8 year old kid named Nick.  I've been babysitting him for a while now, and he's really taken to me.  I have no idea why, though, considering I only ever half listen to him, and I'm pretty sure I'm the most boring person alive.  Anywho, somehow we got to talking about Matt, the kid who wrote four of the bomb threats up at school.  I told Nick about what Matt and done and that he was caught, and it was a really stupid idea.  Nick agreed, and then his next reaction was to try and figure out why someone would write a bomb threat.  He said, and I quote, "Why would anyone do that?  He had to know that he'd get in trouble.  Maybe he wanted to get in trouble for it so everyone would notice him.  Or maybe he thought he could get away with it.  Or maybe he didn't like himself, and maybe he wanted to die."  In my opinion, those are some pretty neat analyses for an 8 year old to come up with.  Then again, I'm never around any kids except for him, so either he's smart or I'm underestimating kids.  It's probably a combination of both.  It's funny because when I was that young, I remember promising myself that I'd never forget what it's like to be that age, and I have.  I just don't like saying things they don't understand because then I have to explain myself, and I'm shit at that. 

I don't like paragraphs.

Current Location: Dad's house
Current Mood: relaxed relaxed
Current Music: Waiting on the World to Change - John Mayer

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