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factories and smoke
onsdag, mars 13, 2002
when I grow up I'll be
an angry little whore
I'll give you all the finger
and sell you all what for
søndag, mars 10, 2002
hmmm.
my life so far:
last night after the musical I went back home and finished watching Gattaca. I worked on my Petit Prince project, which is cutting shapes out of magazines. I then watched the end of Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, which happens to be the best movie created.
I feel that I'm in some sort of cliche ghost story or ethnic legend where some creature grants a person any wish they want. The person wishes for something great, but it comes at a price. It's like my wish was to be able to drive the car all the time. So my mom gets sick, is in the hospital, won't be able to go to Mexico, won't be able to drive- and the car is all mine.
What I am doing:
eating pretzel Goldfish and hoping (but not intensely) that they won't alter my appearance.
waiting for Peter to call.
What I like to do:
not think about my term paper
drive.
torsdag, mars 07, 2002
I'm never putting my email down on a standardized test again
I wish I had a computer camera or something. I'd take pictures of things, like my plotting M&M against M&M and seeing which one cracks first.
why is my screen so big?
more conversations from the mixed up files of... well, me.
hills114: a;lk;lkj;alskdfj;alksdfj;lakdsjf;lkja;lksjdf;lkja;sldkfj;alskdjfal;skdfj;alskdjfa;lsdkfj;alskdjf;alskddfja;sldkfffjja;sldkfj;alskdjf;alskdfj;lskjf;lkj;lkja;lksdjf;lakjs;ldkfj;alskdjf;alskdjf;lskfjd;alkjkl;lkjkl;lkjkl;lkjkl;;lkjkal;;lkjkl;;lkjkl;;lkjkl;;lkjkl;;lkjkl;;lkjkl;;lkjkl;;The cat walked to the store
hills114: oh sorry I really didn't mean to send that
DrippyLikesBass: haha better that than "FUCK YOU KJERSTIN! YOU"RE UGLY AND FAT AND YOU RUINED MY LIFE!"
PurpleFoetus: dude
DrippyLikesBass: where's my car?
PurpleFoetus: in your garage
DrippyLikesBass: do you drive a pile of dead babies?
PurpleFoetus: not anymore
Andru Maslan:
andru896: k
andru896: wierd sn
DrippyLikesBass: thanks
andru896: lol yea i was jk
andru896: wassup
DrippyLikesBass: not much....dood
andru896: dood lol
DrippyLikesBass: lol lol
DrippyLikesBass: jk
DrippyLikesBass: no really, I don't really talk like that
andru896: nah its cool to talk like that
andru896: but i gotta go to math
andru896: later
onsdag, mars 06, 2002
and there's my piano lesson, where, when I am in a crabby mood, inside my head I'm just screaming "FUCK!!!! FUCK YOU!!! FUCK YOUUUUU!!!"
la tee da.
jeeeezus. I sound horrible.
sheesh. My mom is in really bad condition. she can't sit, she can just lie and stand/walk in complete pain and agony because of her back. It's horrible. She had back problems a long time ago but it's really bad. she just left (my dad took her) to the hospital. I feel horrible. It's like she's the little kid that needs to be taken care of or somthing. I'm horrible in situations like these. yeesh.
on a lighter note, i went through the Mc Donald's drive-in this evening. I've always been afraid of that, but it was cool. I pulled up to "the first window" and the girl starts talking to me about how she wants to start charging people extra for saying "um..." her example:
"I'd like a hamburger....and um.....uh...."
"......"
"and....uh....."
"is that all?"
"no. uh......"
"ARE YOU DONE YET???"
it was cool. so I pulled up to the next window to get my "cappucino", the poster child of the most instant coffee possible but a tasty source of caffeine.
I like how at McDonald's they have a sign for which checks to refuse with people's names on it. you can read it.
mandag, mars 04, 2002
la dee da.
so I finished typing the david Sedaris excerpt that I have to have memorized by Thursday. mother mcfucker. that's really uncool. I could keep complaining about my school work but that would be dumb.
Jon Garrity is cool. He's sick though.
Hunter and Pia have the same shoes. grrr. I 'm going to be sick,. I hope it's wednesday. It's so weird how i'm just very intolerant of waiting for spring break. It's like they're just tempting us towards our freedom, but we still have to work. at least that goddamn term paper is done with. (FAMOUS LAST WORDS.)
you know why Kunyu is weird? because she has a blue background and yellow font in her IMs. weird weird.
I talked to Robert Kulick today.
hmmmm I practiced the piano tonight. I haven't done that in a while becuase of the bloody Bolsheviks. There's a song I want to play for someone but they wouldn't be itnerested unless it was Hillary or someone who plays or knows about chord progressions.
I also slept from 4- 6:30.
lørdag, mars 02, 2002
so yeah!
just for the record, that term paper, which I took time off to go online and blog about instead of finishing it and printing off, did NOT come off the disk in the morning, causing me great stress and tears and frustration.
Needless to say, due to certain biological functions I have, I was not feeling to happy physically either. I did NOT want to go to Unitown, where I was convinced everyone would have a bad time.
oh boy! was I wrong!
It's what, saturday, and I thought Unitown went really well. the people were great, the activities went great, my group rocked....it was cool. I was just on such a good vibe after it. It was amazing considering how lousy I felt before that I would feel such a change. I was basically freaked out by all the juniors and..."popular" kids that would be there, but that wasn't a problem. I know I sound, well I don't know what I sound like, but it's probably not that interesting. I don't care anyway. I don't care about that dumb paper either. woo woo. I''m walkin on sunshine. well, not so much.
so yeah. for those of you who DIDN'T go, and there are lots, you should have and I hope you feel bad. cause it was cool.
wheee.
fredag, mars 01, 2002
"In the meantime, Lenin, in his rural hideaway, busied himself redesigning the world."
I just love that.
I should get back to work.
Lovely.
I meant B-
let me tell you a story.
ahhhhhhhh
It's one o fucking am.
I'm finishing up the term paper. I made arrangements with my dad: I detached the modem from the computer and told him to hide it. This is good, it's so I wont' sign on and never finish my term paper. the entire "protect me from what I want" thing. sigggh.
so I work and drink tea and blah dee blah. so I start getting really bored and angry and stuff, because I dont' like doing this term paper thing. It's bad and I'll get a C or B+ on it. which is fine. I'm a smart kid, hey hey.
So I really get a jonesin' for the internet. hahah it's so bad! I start looking for the modem and I can't find it. honestly, I think it was more of a diversion from the paper than a need for AOL, but goddam. I didn't expect so much from my dad.
I actually had spare modems on the desk of our computer thing, but they were too short. I finally go to the basement, remove the modem from the phone down there, which is about 50 meters long and attach it.
This cord has I don't think moved for a billion years. It has all this dust stuff on it, and I have to clean it off. It was so gross! but I didnt' care, because I knew I would get online and be able to write this, write something I know about, instead of Lenin's intellect and charisma.
So then I had to plug the damn thing in. which is hard. It was pretty easy to take out, but trying to find the jack on the back of the ...."box"....is hard. I've probably had 6 or 7 cups of tea.
ahhhhhhhh.
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