| it's strange how much we forget, even when it was so important or funny at the time. |
[Mar. 14th, 2005|08:17 am] |
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| |  tired | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Ace of Base: SAL's Mix | ] |
I'm ready for that Spring Break detox like right now. I was drinking some cranberry juice earlier and it really triggered the want for some over-priced herbs and yoga to cleanse my soul. "It's called the South Beach Fat Flush...
I want next week to be a montage with some Good Charlotte song playing over it, not some crushing reality of no sleep and no naps and no fun. So let's imagine this montage, pretending it's really my week...
Multiple shots of me falling out of bed as soon as my alarm goes off, followed by frantically picking clothes and running into school just as the bell rings (even though I never do that, it'll be effective), walking down the hall to pub, talking animatedly with H, Kaylen and I yelling at each other, everyone on the staff interviewing people, Kaylen playing with the paint to design the cover, all of us eating, going home to watch American Idol with LaMag, yelling in frustration as I'm having problems with the computer in the pub, H handing me back a piece of paper with red scribbles all over it, us staying at school until like 11, more of me falling asleep in class, more us yelling at each other, printing pages out like the bitches and realizing things are wrong, checking all the pages over, cramming everything in copy envelopes, and then happily sealing up the box to send off to the plant...
The song's final notes show me getting into bed and sleeping. As soon as it ends, my phone rings and it's LaMag, being all "hey whore! It's Friday! Let's go to GNC to get ready for our detox!" Then I guess there's another FUN montage with some Simple Plan song of us detoxing ("holding our noses while trying to drink our special drinks, making grossed out faces but secretly liking it, SAL having to show LaMag how to do yoga positions, SAL then not being able to do the yoga herself...) and it all end with us being like "now I feel so good!"</i> Montages are so important but so false.
Elisabeth and Liana are playing Mega Bomberman in my bedroom, since we moved the TV and the Sega in here from the basement while the basement floor gets put down. I'll keep my ears perked for little hushed gems like "She's SAL and he's LaMag."
I'm really counting on Spring Break to be very, very enjoyable. If it can be like the first week of winter break (and not the second), it will be such good memories. I've found I push myself to the edge of my abilities (mainly, in procrasting to hell on things that are very important and then not having enough time to do them and almost causing an ulcer because of my worry) during week and then the weekend is this "I'm so glad it's summer" patch of time, with Sunday acting as the purgatory in between. Sunday = day when so much could be done, but it's just put off and off and off and off... until it's Monday again. This may be very confsuing, but it all makes sense to me. I like to be in control, but the way I'm setting myself up, it's so uncontrolable.
That's melodramatic. When things get like that, it's important to remember "Advil is NOT a dietary supplement."
"How did you die, Elisabeth!!" "I walked into a bomb..." Did we ever put "Liana is a fucking bitch!!" in here? |
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| "We need to update more often and we need to make it really good..." |
[Mar. 8th, 2005|10:19 am] |
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| | tired | ] |
| [ | music |
| | none | ] |
Let's start out with some funny quotes! These will be so refreshing to read months from now...
"There are a lot of expressions that are very H, like... 'in my hot little hands.'" "Yeah, what other ones?" "Um, it's pretty much just 'in my hot little hands.'"
-- Nonsense from when we were painting my basement, with paint brushes in our hot little hands!
"George, are you pooping your pants right now?"
-- talking to my little cousin, right before he started eating bits of my popsicle off the floor.
*Sounds of Tails dying off-screen on Sega*
-- Sonic 2 is so fun! Tails is pretty dumb...
"He looks like Vin Diesel!"
-- Eric and I's identical thought about the baby on Full House, stemming from our new love of Vin.
"I'm going to drop my bio book and it's going to make this obnoxious noise..."
-- It dropped and made this really obnoxious noise of like five books falling at once!
Then there was that time when I was trying to get one of many of LaMag's burned CDs to play and I stood up, only to jam my pants/my butt into my open dresser drawer...
Last week was stressful. Yearbook = I really like it BUT it's so much work so yearbook = don't let me talk about it. But you can totally tell when I start to daze off or act distant... I'm thinking about yearbook. It's like I'm in love with someone like Neerja is, but it's not. Speaking of loving people... a certain oaf holds absolutely no power over me anymore except the power to piss me off. BC is still a tresor, he's just not very interesting. So okay. I'm in love with yearbook? Ew. No, it's all about Vin Diesel and his white towel. Trust me, it's worth paying to go see the Pacifier.
I took le Grand Concours on Saturday like an elitist bitch. I was the only one to take the level five test. It was a fun little game to play... but also bitches difficult. Trying to shake the elitist bitch shell is impossible. Pretentious SAL did a really good job putting herself in her positions. Not like there was really anything better to do..
Spring is almost here. Where's your tee-shirt, SAL! Now let's go find that picture of Vin Diesel in the shower... |
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| It didn't matter, she wouldn't even live to Monday... |
[Feb. 22nd, 2005|12:54 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  good | ] |
| [ | music |
| | none, SAL's laptop! | ] |
This weekend was so nice, with waking up late thinking "I'm so glad it's the weekend." My family decided to leave the house early every morning this week (why? I don't know) so I got way more hours of sleep than was merited. Oh well...
This past week was just "yearbook, yearbook, yearbook, American Idol!" Friday was a nice way to end the bitches busy week, with watching Disney movies at Jaime's and then going to the Olive Garden. LaMag and I both napped during The Hunchback of Notre Dame (how is it a kids' movie? it was so dark... and people were out of proportion!), but that made the Olive Garden fun and not full of being-bitchy-due-to-lack-of-sleep. Half the conversation was nonsense SAL puns. SALfrado, Pier One SALports, SALmonilla poisoning... we should have written them down!
Eric and I cleaned the bitches out of my basement on Saturday. It's not even like it's the same house! We have such big plans for it, all based around my Little Mermaid poster. We didn't take any "before" pictures, but I did find lots of evidence of what a creepy child I was. Dad gave me a laptop when I was in fifth or sixth grade, and this big fat dork for murder mysteries. Since it was from his work, all the games and pretty much anything of interest had been wiped off the harddrive. So, in attempt to really use it, and being a big fat dork, I naturally decided to write my own murder mystery! Oh god, it's distubing. Words can't even discribe it. Sample sentence: "They hugged each other like there was no tomorrow... and for one of them, there wouldn't be." Oh, no honey, what are you saying?
Today was full of picking out paint samples (my mother: "Okay, you should come back with at least 25!" Um, yeah, mom) and American Idol. Painting the basement is going to be so fun and so amazing! It's going to be simliar the blue of the Little Mermaid poster with the occasional orange panel (ooochp!). Then there's our doll house cove of orangeness... yes. It's almost exciting as American Idol... but American Idol wins. We voted like the bitches for LaMag's current boyfriend.
Yesterday I wrote the opener to the SALbook at 5 in the morning after reading my livejournal and LaMag's livejournal for like two hours and reminescing. It was scary to see the progression, but also comforting. You can see that I went from being SALmonster with puffed-out hair to being pretentious SAL to being just SAL. And it's all just posted for the whole world to see!
My dad bought a tanker. I wonder what Shobs would have to say about it.
Kaylen and I seriously considered getting McDonald's breakfast today, but then we decided it was too much work to wake up. "Why do they have to serve it so early! Why can't it be served later? I mean, really?" "Um, cause then it would be called lunch?" We're going to picket, really.
There's lots of quotes from American Idol, but they're all on LaMag's livejournal. Go read it! |
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[Feb. 11th, 2005|12:02 am] |
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| | happy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | 24: Jem | ] |
It's always really hard to start an entry after awhile of not posting. How to start? Let's go back to Mardi Gras.
A certain someone decided, on his own voliation, no obnoxious begging involved on my part, to give me his Mardi Gras beads... lifting up shirts was involved. That was exciting. I was giddy the whole party. Cleaning up has never had the possiblity of becoming so dirty. Leaving involved Eric so gracefully stealing his cake for me.
"Who baked that cake?" "Someone who's so hot he just baked it with his HOTNESS."
Today involved leaning over Rachel's quote book for an extended period of time with a certain oaf. You don't know why you love him so much...
Valentine's day is coming up. We're not talking about how we're giving fake valentines...
This week has been pretty creative ("I have one word for you: scenarios"). Though it's starting to get to the point we're it's really easy to think they're fact, not fiction. Yearbook has been lots of work too, but that's not necessary bad. I'm editor in chief, which just floors me. Until today, I figured we would share the job. Nope. It's just me. Yearbook is so defining. I'm really glad I'm in it. It's also making parts of AP comp so easy! (even though those sample AP tests are so. hard.)
I feel pretty good this week. I've been waking up at 6 all this week to shower in the morning, which feels so good. By all means that should make me so bitches bitchy. It hasn't hit me yet. The morning just doesn't bother me like it used to, which is really weird, but also good for when I just sleep and sleep and wake up to do stuff. We'll see how long this lasts.
I applied for housing at IU, finally. That was very good of me.
"SAL loves French so much. She's like SAL the French gal."
"Scenario SAL! We might have to compile them... |
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| "If you keep being mean, I'm not going to share my stickers.. " "Lanman, you're a beligerent bitch!" |
[Jan. 27th, 2005|06:32 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | good, but dirty | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Runaway: the Real McCoy (you love them!) | ] |
Munster High School, welcome to your French department.
Where to begin? Livejournal became such a non-element of my life for January. I haven't known the date ever since like... January 15, when I missed all those college deadlines? January 28 seems like such a fake day. Winter is the bitches, even though waking up and opening my big window to pristine snow is a lot of fun. But going outside and staying warm is the bitches! Okay, you really don't need to know about the weather.
Second semester isn't as fun and fancy-free as the first one, which is funny, cause it's second semester senior year, what you wait for ALL HIGH SCHOOL! It's very satisfying, nonetheless. Besides the recent drama (no. more. drama!), it's been lots of fun with everyone. School is just making it more a bitch to nap and lie around and be online. Comp makes more work than nonsense World lit ever did, but I will not get upset over what Yorke says about my writing (or what I get as a grade! Remember this when I get Cs and Ds! and bitch about it!). Comp is just practice for yearbook. Yearbook is a lot of fun. Okay, it's two of us, we all know that... Homeskillet with Sausage and Eggs (maybe we could Rent-a-Brent?). It's such nonsense, such fun--but so much work. I don't know how it's going to get done, honestly. But it WILL get done.
I was all mopey and pathetic this weekend and early this week. The past two days I've been so. obnoxiously. loud. and really happy. I don't know what happened. Yesterday night, my parents were like "shut up!!" Okay, nonsense details... I know what I really want to do.... google search results means semi-coded names, though.
Automatic Lovers
1. Jeremy
2. Tresors/BC
3. Munster's answer to Eric Bana
4. Kevin H.
5. That hot guy from Office Depot
There could be more, but those are really people to call up--and are the most pressing at the moment.
Inside jokes? oh, we have them... "SAL's cheats! Where are my cheats!"... "Shobs has a Mountain Dew!"..."HEY SAL!" *throws blow-up globe* LaMag bought a nipple shirt at Old Navy. You could see his nipples. |
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| First post of the year! |
[Jan. 3rd, 2005|07:23 pm] |
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| | content | ] |
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| | Jewel: Hands (SAL's New CD Mix) | ] |
I totally couldn't remember the last time I posted in this thing.
Reading it was such nice memories of the beginning of break--all that
nonsense with LaMag! Winter break was so nice and "I'm so glad it's
summer." Now the harsh reality of school is upon me and my sleep
scedule. This is so boo.
I was trying to grasp the concept of what we did in school and what
purpose it served in the morning hours. I came to the conclusion of college.
Really, the semester that we have to get through seems like so long, so
forever, so awful, but I get the feeling it's going to be June
relatively quickly. It almost seems like a joke we're going to be
graduating--it doesn't seem real that I've gone to school all the way
to twelfth grade. That's still a number you think about in
silent awe in third or fourth grade and wonder how you're going to do
it. I guess I feel old.
College ( I n d i a n a U n i v e r s i t y ) seemed like a
really good idea today.
I wish I had some record of what went on over break, besides all those
nonsense quotes in the below entry. A lot of music, a lot of lying
around, a lot of sleeping, a lot of not sleeping, a lot of being home.
The past week of break was the week that LaMag was sick, making it
considerably less fun (except Neerja's party--oooochp!). Then there was
all that homework and AP Bio ("Gills gills gills!").
But the first week of break was such endless fun--the museum, LaMag,
the Nutcracker, Christmas, no work to do at all--it's not surprising
that week two seems useless.
It's back to napping for survival. Today, my nap was amazing and on top of Time magazine--ooooochp! |
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| School? What's school? |
[Dec. 21st, 2004|12:46 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | bitches! | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Nikki French: Total Eclipse of the Heart | ] |
It certainly isn't anything I need to keep myself entertained, as winter break is proving.
Yesterday was pretty funny. After waking obscenely late, dad and I went on an adventure to get the Christmas tree... less than a week before Christmas, yes. We had five whole trees to pick from. The attractive helper at the landscaping place placed the least ugly (um, that's not saying much) unattractive tree on the top of our van. It's more like the Lanman Christmas bush, not tree. As we were driving home, I was like "Dad, remember that one Christmas we waited too long to get a tree and we got a really ugly one?" He was like "... you mean this year?" Yeah, Dad!
There was a nonsense family party after buying the Christmas bush, but it wasn't really big. I haven't really seen any of my family lately, thanks to school/yearbook/friends. I guess it's okay. Afterwards, LaMag and I went to Meijer. What did we buy? It's bad when you forget what you've bought at Meijer cause you've gone so many times. Oh yeah, I wanted to buy a plant, but we'd already been in there for an hour and a half. Then LaMag and I went to my house and were just eating and eating until we stumbled upon this news article about a tragic shawl fire...
Today I was woken up by the phone ringing. It was that bitch Eric.
We went shopping.
Pier 1:
"Why does this ornament have a feather on it? *makes ornament fall and shatter, quickly walks away*"
Best Buy:
"Wait, this isn't gum -- this is a KaBoom jawbreaker!
Hollywood Video:
"Well, there's certainly enought copies of Whale Rider..."
"'People love Whale Rider!"
"He was just trying to be adorable for us."
Then we to see the Grudge, to sufficently terrify Val and Neerja. Neerja's cousin is cute...
After the movie, talking about college:
"People have these college counselors to tell them what to do and it's like 'WHERE'S MY COLLEGE COUNSELOR, BITCH?'!"
Oh, yeah, Neerja, we have to talk. You have a college counselor and it's taking you this long to apply to IU? No, honey. |
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[Dec. 19th, 2004|12:57 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | cheerful; awake | ] |
| [ | music |
| | none | ] |
CHRISTMAS BREAK!
That so merits all caps.
I feel like I have to get so much done, to profit from everyday school just doesn't exist. It seems like I'm going to try to overschedule myself, which will result in some sort of "booooo!" We'll see. I just have to shake the feeling that "OMG you're doing nothing when you could be do something cause YOU DON'T HAVE SCHOOL!" feeling and just go to sleep whenever I want. YES!
Today was the French Club field trip to see the (Madame voice) Christmas trees from around the world! They're so cool! We have so much fun! (/Madame voice) Sat with BC on the bus, the way there and back. Dare I say we bonded? No, we really didn't. But he's actually become a real person to me now, not just some idea of "Wonderful Treasures." Let's not forgot how that nickname came about--wondering if he really did have a "treasure" inside of him. He's really a decent guy; he's really an attractive guy, he has such a nice laugh. But he has a girlfriend and the bridge of his nose just runs absolutely parallel to his face. I was really tempted to reach forward and try to just press it down. That was very good for me, to talk to him like that. It did mean ignoring (not intently) obnoxious Jaime and Eric--which, hey, omg, want to stop mocking Buffy, bitches?
After the museum was bonding time at Claire's house. Very nice. Bonded with mother and aunt at home later. Bonding time today--oooochp!
This past week was just hell. It really didn't need to be, but it's going to remain in my memory as just HELL. It largely involved not sleeping more than four hours a night, except for Thursday night. Oh, and Jess dropped journalism. But I'm sure you all know that by now. We're going to put on this bitches yearbook with two writers. We're meeting during break. I'll be sure to keep you posted how it goes. "Wow, this was made by two people! Wow, this book is crap!" --speculated general reaction to the theme of "Wow."
Christmas is in less than a week now. That also gets a wow. We're buying our tree tomorrow. Wow, what happened?
"... LaMag, why are we at Target...?" "... I don't know."
"I drooled all over myself... it's 12:30."
"Do you want to stay for 'Bugs?'" "SAL wants to stay for 'Bugs!'" |
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| Upset voice. |
[Dec. 13th, 2004|08:00 pm] |
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| | internal monologue | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Since You've Been Gone: Kelly Clarkson | ] |
So. I got an email today from my editor at the Post-Tribune. The message read "Please remember that this is a column about what's going on at your school, not about your personal opinions. Your personal thoughts belong in the Opinion section, not that Neighbor's section."
Reaction to seeing email from editor in inbox: some worry. Reaction to the text itself, even though I knew it was something coming: a sinking sensation, the one you get when you know you've done something wrong. Reaction to seeing my email was the first listed in a normally aphabetical listing: a sinking sensation, the one you get when you've done something wrong--and have been caught in the act.
I had my night planned out before I got that email (working on SAL's Best of Mix, working on Maddie's gift, starting Econ and World Lit papers and being LaMag's support bitch). Now I'm actually upset. Dammit, I knew something like that was going to pop up eventually, I just wasn't sure when. It's really got me thinking that I need to just quit that job. Why do I feel so terrible for doing such a terrible job? because it's completely my fault--no one else to blame, only me. I know it's just a gentle (perhaps) suggestion, but it was also a concrete reminder that I don't like writing for the paper, I don't like being in print, I don't like do anything involved with the "Neighbor's" section--I just like the pay check, which I have been receiving without doing any work. I either need to quit (seriously, and start begging for my parent's money) or start doing my work.
I don't need that column. I don't need the reminder that I'm "good." I don't need people thinking I want to be a journalist. I hate seeing myself in the paper. This is such a dumb problem. *sigh* |
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| Once upon a time, I was falling in love... now I'm only falling apart. |
[Dec. 12th, 2004|01:59 am] |
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| | content | ] |
| [ | music |
| | SAL's Surprise Mix: assorted | ] |
That subject is such a lie at this point of my life. But "Total Eclipse of the Heart" is speaking to me--AND NEERJA RIGHT NOW--that it's going to be an important line.
This week has been like "Christmas break is so close, but just keep waiting for it, bitches!" Actually, since I started holiday shopping yesterday, it hasn't really hit me that it's going to be Christmas. It's like "what? No! What happened to all of 2004? No, like, really, what happened? This year has been really bitches short." There's also the fact that I missed out on taking out all the snow globes and nonsense, on account of having bitches homework (or sleeping?) and we don't have a tree cheering up the whole house because dad has randomly taken a golf trip to Jamacia. Oh, having a Christmas tree and just lying underneathe it, basking in the warmth of the lights. I really need to do that.
I still have to plod through five more days of school before the feeling of "school? what's school?" can be realized without it being ruined by the alarm going off before 7 every morning.
I went to the doctor on Friday, something more than a year ago I probably wouldn't even want to admit to. Is it weird to say that I have a really positive relationship with my doctor? She makes me feel really put together and mature. That's good. No one understands (save my mother) how much I bitches hated anything involving the doctor's office up until the past year and a half or so. So for me to be like "Dr. Buggs! I love you!" is pretty big on a personal level. But if I've never wanted to talk about it, how can you guys know how I've felt about it -- ?
Not going to school on Friday messed me up--what day is it? It also lead me into this false sense of security of "you don't need to do anything!" Friday night with Jaime, David, Val and Eric (but the last two at different times) was enjoyable. So was random Applebee's (Applenee's, Neerja?) and Meijer with LaMag tonight. I made a new mix CD of assorted songs (many inspired by iTunes) in like 24 hours--or did I start Thursday night? Yeah, I did. So it wasn't SO rushed. Really, 48 hours isn't the greatest amount of time to sit on songs. You will regret your song choices, like I am right now. Except for "Total Eclipse of the Heart" and Ben Folds, whom I just inexplicably love at this point in my life.
"The cover is just like BOOBS!" |
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| Qu'est-ce que tu veux de ma vie? |
[Dec. 7th, 2004|11:11 pm] |
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| | tired | ] |
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| | none | ] |
This is how my life goes:
6:45, alarm goes off. Snooze until 7 (it used to go off earlier, now it's just too hard)
7:45, school nonsense, it's just one solid block until it ends
2:30, bonding time with LaMag or assorted bitches yearbook nonsense (more often bonding with LaMag)
4:00, LaMag leaves, if he's in a play. Nap time!
4:02, read over front page of newspaper, possibly take it into bed with me
4:10, turn on CD player and find something to read
4:20, finish reading magazine, fall asleep with it open to the last page or make conscious decision to put down book and close eyes
5:00, realize haven't been sleeping long enough. Pick up remote so songs can be changed when itermittently awake
5:13, realize the song I wanted to listen to has been over for a long time--and I don't know why
6:00, realize CD is about to be over, reflect on nonsense dreams that have been had and try to decide if they were fact or fiction
6:10, stumble into kitchen looking for dinner. Mom never has it done. Read other sections of paper while waiting for food at kitchen table
6:35, possibly have some conversations with family members other than mom. Realize my older sister smells disgusting consistently.
7:00, decide if I want to be in the basement or the bedroom. Find a computer.
8:30, consider doing my homework
10:00, finally get offline to shower, considering doing my homework
10:15, take laptop in bedroom, sit with it while reading Psych and blow-drying hair
10:25, do other assorted nonsense for school on bed in front of laptop. Consider sleeping on laptop.
12:00, finish work, throw things on ground
12:10, contemplate the next day's outfit
12:30, possibly return laptop to correct resting place in living room
12:31, find more nonsense to read and sleep on
12:45, realize it's getting really late and I have to get up in six hours. Decide reading is more enjoyable than sleep for the moment
1:00, realize it's bedtime
1:05, fall dead asleep with reading materials, possibly take off glasses and turn off light. If not, someone will do it for me (thanks mom and dad!)
6:45, realize thing I was reading is still in bed with me. Throw it on the ground and hit snooze.
Repeat. |
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[Dec. 5th, 2004|07:09 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | bitches useless | ] |
| [ | music |
| | No Doubt:: Don't Speak | ] |
The weekend has officially been wasted.
I was so completely lost in a Sunday funk today. I slept awfully, after not getting enough sleep Friday night (Thanks you, College Board) and the phone just kept waking me up this afternoon. It was really annoying; I woke up tired. I'd like to start my weekend over again on Friday... or maybe just this morning.
Friday night was fun, albeit with SAT jitters. The SATs themselves were a joke. I believe my score will go down, I'm pretty certain. I just didn't know on so many questions, it seems impossible my math score could go up. I've been all too cocky about my verbal score for it to go up those 10 points, I decided. So. The fact that my transcripts and my scores are going to colleges means I bitches pretty much have to apply. Writing college essays seems as much of a joke as those questions on the SATs.
I napped for three hours after coming back from bitches Crown Point. The three hour nap hasn't been done for a while now. I woke up randomly during it, thinking what if I just didn't get up until like 10 that night. But I did get up and Jaime and I went shopping. It was pretty good buying-wise. I could have gotten more, but it was still bitches expensive. I bought a bin for the Buffy stuff. Things have been put in it. Buffy is all in the basement. I know there are still small things that remain outside those plastic bins but I'm not going to let it bother me. It's. over.
Saturday night was fun and Bean-ful. Oh, yeah, and Neerja isn't in love with Sean Been or Shawn Bon. No. Not at all.
My mom asked me what I wanted for Christmas and I said Joey P. She said okay.
I was counting on this entry to calm me down from my being-upset-over-doing-nothing-on Sunday but it's just wasted more of my time. I decided I really just need to sleep. A lot. |
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| Get it out my sight! |
[Dec. 2nd, 2004|11:00 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  contemplative | ] |
| [ | music |
| | none | ] |
Things seem to just be humming by. It's not terrible, it's not wonderful. Everything is just kinda there.
I cleaned my room out very nicely yesterday after seeing National Treasure--oooochp! so good. I think we need to ask BC if he's seen it. I was sitting next to him for the French Club picture (closely next to him--we had to "squeeze in--" thanks photog!) and almost called him Tresors. Oooh, how sad that BC turned into muppet-nothingness. Oh well. At least my room is bitches clean. I had recently taken to waking up and, in those groggy seconds before hitting snooze, looking around my room and thinking "wow, there is just crap. everywhere." or something to that extent.
I found some "tresures" of my own hidden in my closet, as in more Buffy stuff and elementary/middle school age journals. I am glad they exist, but why was I so messed up? How was I hopelessly in love with Joe P (notice the clueless omission of the "y") at age eleven? I greatly enjoyed my recently glossed over memories of my childhood--actually, it wasn't so much that I glossed it over, it was that it ceased to exist, really. There's no merit to it anymore--I mean, I now remember with full force how I always felt I didn't belong much of anywhere in elementary school and how hard it was to have friends. There, that concisely explains why I was all like *hug* to Eric yesterday--those friends I wanted so badly (maybe they're not Joey P), I've found them.
Show those letters of nonsense to Joey P? That's actually a very entertaining prospect. But creepy ?
There's been a lot of reminiscing going on lately--reading old notes (so meticulously saved), talking about stalker tendencies at Backer's Square, those journals, Eric and Jaime's assorted nonsense and recalling Buffy NONSENSE. The reminiscing about Buffy needs to stop soon because thinking about it more and more is making me more and more protective of "the collection" and how much it meant to me. I need to buy one more Sterlite storage box, make sure ALL OF IT is stored away, put it down down down in the basement and not look at it for years and years. Those three clear plastic boxes, staring at me all piled up across the room right now, were MY LIFE. They are years of my life in boxes. I've always considered selling "the collection" for random money, but I don't think I ever could. Still staring at the stuff--as much shame it provokes, I'm still attached. I can't believe it's all mine--like, really, why's that stuff in my house? but I could never get rid of it. I can never get rid of all the Buffy stickers.
This was really just supposed to be a distraction from the homework I was so psyched up to finish until it came time to do it. That stuff about Buffy might be needlessly melodramatic--but just like Joey P was such a person in my life, and LaMag is such a person in my life, and Claire was such a person in my life--Buffy was such a person in my life and she's not real. You realize I really did want to be her--and those mass-produced photocards ("no, they're not postcards; they're PHOTOCARDS!") really DID show my friends.
This weekend: SATs, college essays, shopping and putting Buffy away for good (we might need a little obsessive ceremony) |
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| SAL! SAL! SAL! SAL! SAL! |
[Nov. 30th, 2004|08:48 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | meh | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Daniel Bedingfield: Gotta Get Through This | ] |
So looking at my calendar for my activities this week (or just thinking about it in my mind), I really feel I've gotten things done. Well, there is the little thing called the essay which is just getting put off an underterminate amount of time. That's bad.
I felt like I was falling apart recently (was that yesterday? wait, it was!) but now I feel much better about my situation. Oh, that was because I was falling apart due to leaving my notebooks which contain everything home. That falling to pieces sinking feeling... not so great (like this entry).
I put that sticker that said "sloth" right by the computer. It reminds me.. |
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| that was such good meaningless time together |
[Nov. 29th, 2004|12:47 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | bitches tired | ] |
| [ | music |
| | none | ] |
You could reasonably say I was intoxicated on rubber cement this evening. By the time my bitches creativity book was finished (oh, but it looks good), there were five empty bottle strewn in front of me on the kitchen table with bad lighting. I was having problems remembering where I was going, keeping things in my hand and I honestly had to think about how to form letters to write. Wow. Wow is the theme of the bitches yearbook. Sorry, guys, we're not doing a yearbook this year: we're doing a bitches yearbook!
It's almost 1 AM, I am going to be dying tomorrow, thanks to overworking myself today (not really overworking, just killing an inordinate amount of brain cells). But I really wanted to get this list down, lists are so important. The only thing that stopped me from just be like "ooochp, not doing anything else tonight! I'm sleeping now!" (well, except that everything else really needed to be done) was making this list in livejournal.
This week, IL FAUT:
Monday: fill out college applications like the bitches
Tuesday: continue with college applications because I just gave up/fell asleep/put if off on Monday
Wednesday: rejoice that college applying is finished (in, um, two days--way to go, SAL!). Work on bitches yearbook with bitches.
Thursday: nothing, really. Do homework that's been put off forever? Realize I haven't gone to school for five whole days in two full weeks. Oh, wait, Thursday = start and finish cramming for SATs on Saturday
Friday: Be all like "oooochp--Friday!" I'm thinking movie (wouldn't be it funny if we were just like "screw school" and go to a movie during the week? HmmmmM) or something good, but nothing too long (booo!) because I have to wake up so bitches early to go take the SATs in Crown Bitches Point (boooo!)
Saturday: Crown Point High School: the future is now, SAL! Freak out realizing that scores will be sent to acutal colleges. Go home and nap. Wake up and GO SHOPPING (this is really what should be done all week, but school screws that up). I'm thinking Target, Marshalls, Old Navy... who do I want to drag to go shopping with me? Hmmmm.
Things that also IL FAUT must be done, but with no determinate day:
Write Maddie Grdina's glowing IU Honors recommendation, talk colleges in possible upset voice, GO TO FITNESS POINTE, get a carpet in my room and stop it from being just these piles of NONSENSE, figure out some way to get Lexx DVDs to Claire, and nap---ooooochp! |
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| "Aren't you in a deep mood, SAL?" "No. I'm in a rubber cement and scissors kind of mood." |
[Nov. 28th, 2004|09:44 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | rubber cement and scissors | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Elisabeth playing the piano | ] |
The following post is one long quote, typed by LaMag, but spoken by SAL...through sickly sniffs and scissors slashes:
"You know what damn it! I have to get some paper. Where's the tissue! Really, that brown piece of construction paper is looking really tempting to blow my nose in. There's the tissue! I didn't want to get out of bed to pick it up, so I used the scissors to puncture the box. Oh, that's satisfying. Remember when I threw you out of the house? Oh, my trash can's over there...ok. Ok, now am I supposed to be talking? Ok. So what did I do the past couple days? I went to Cleveland for Thanksgiving. It was kinda fun, but my aunt lives in this creepy new McMansion and the scenery was just kind of cardboard. Really, I think we just kinda entered this crazy world. If I run out of tissues, there's gonna be like...I dont know. It's gonna be upsetting. *makes rubber cement noises* Oh, I'm sorry. So I saw my cousins and I bought the new shins CD from Dillon and we shared music and he was like "Sarah-Anne, you have a lot of 80's music, I mean, a lot" and I was like "I know" and Evan and I played Speed all weekend and I think I really like Evan. Oh, I think I got rubber cement on my bed! I hope I didn't...and Thanksgivng was, oh forget Thanksgiving, and I've been working like a bitches to finish this journalism project, and I want all those bitches in journalism to be like "wow, SAL is amazing" but it's not gonna work now cause I was sloppy LIKE I'M BEING RIGHT NOW! Someone's playing the piano...I think it's supposed to be Jingle Bells...it's kinda halting, though. Oooh, good job LaMag, you caught up! There's this bitches journalism project, but I'm kinda sick of Jounarlism now, thoug, and it shouild just be over. Oh, there was this hot guy at Office Depot, though. EW! Oh, that was in reference to the just, like, rubber cement booger. My cousin told me that the reason for tissues was so that you don't just blow into your hand, but would you really ever blow into your hand? I was telling my aunt about thats, and she just kinda looked at me like I was insane. What do you think of this layouit? I think it's kinda ugly. *throws things on the floor* Now someone's playing...Alleluiah? I don't really know that song. Deck the Halls with Bows of Holly? *hums* Deck the Halls with Gay Apparel? Is that a line in that? LaMag, you are making me sound so dumb in that. I know I sound so dumb. Oochp! Ooochp!!! Ok, You are just sitting there waiting po...po...POSES! Poised. I was trying to say poised. Eric, how much have you been typing cause I think you've gotten enough. *makes more noises* |
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[Nov. 22nd, 2004|12:28 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | BOO | ] |
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| | none | ] |
Returned from vacation, without a weekend. Making up for it by staying up too bitches late for a school night. Going to be so bitches tired, so bitches bitches. But I need to make this list of things I NEED.
1. Cleanse self by spending as much times with friends as possible
2. Go see National Treasure. BC--OOOOOCHP!
3. Make a new CD after
4. Going download insane
5. Read Dante's Inferno-- s h i t
6. College? S h i t
7. Okay, boo, make my older sister MOVE OUT.
This entry had so much potential. I love my friends. |
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| LaMag updates for SAL while she is gone! |
[Nov. 19th, 2004|07:01 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | absent | ] |
| [ | music |
| | True to Your Heart - Raven | ] |
I'm sure Sarah-Anne wants me to update the bitches out of her LJ while she's in Atlanta! Hmm, what does SAL want me to say...
SAL wants to see The Incredibles and National Treasure with LaMag, and she wants to come with us to see The Grudge with Val and Neerja. Right, SAL? Well, we might see The Grudge tomorrow night without you. Sorry. Italics.
SAL is learning a lot in Atlanta. She's learning elitist yearbook techniques while surrounded by aspiring gay boy journalists and Lauren Guidotti. She sits in class and writes notes to LaMag and makes "oochp!" noises to herself and asks "is butter a carb?" only to have "no, it's not a carb!" yelled back at her in frustration. (The correct answer to that question is "...YES.")
SAL wonders where she's going to go to college. Her NYU application sits unfinished on her cluttered dresser (the one with the clothes spilling out of it) and may remain unfinished forever. Beliot and Wooster remain less daunting alternatives, but her IU Honors College application has most likely arrived in the mail by now and appeals to her greatly. She wishes to return home to spend "a week" applying to colleges.
SAL misses iTunes and the various array of SAL's Mixes to which she often falls asleep. Oh god, SAL can't nap in at Atlanta. This makes her bitchy (bitchy in a bad way). Now she really wants to come home so that she can sleep in her "so warm" bed for hours and hours and then awake to the sound of LaMag on the phone or LaMag at the door and be a half-awake bitch to him. She misses this the most.
In two long days, SAL can post again in her LiveJournal, but until then...OOOCHP! |
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