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mandag, november 25, 2002
I am such a cheeseball!
dumb garret. i suck at poetry.
my dad blesshisheart got me harry connick jr's like, first cd, which is him playing the piano. and when he does sing, he just kind of slurs it. who cares.
haha i gave this address to my theatrical design class. i hope they don't go here.
søndag, november 24, 2002
So now, I try to keep up, I have been exchanging my currency.
While a million objects pass through my periphery.
So now I am rubbing my eyes because they are starting to bother me. I have been staring too long at the screen.
But where was it when I first heard that sweet sound of humility?
It came to my ears in the goddamn loveliest melody.
How grateful I was then to be part of the mystery, to love and to be loved.
Let's just hope that is enough.
hahah....everyone's a little queer......hahahahaha oh my GOD
lørdag, november 23, 2002
i am such a loser. I love Harry Conncik Jr. ahhhh. if there's a guy who can sing like him...i should shack up with them. plus i just adore pop music from the 30's and 40's.
Today I made some kid with a skull t-shirt's day, and went Ward Parkway....bought stuff at Sam Goody...cause i am such a tool. and shoes from Target for my recital TOMORROW AT SCHIMDT PIANO MUSIC AT TWO O'CLOCK. I would just soil myself if someone besides my parents came.......pleeeaseeee
tonight = youth poetry symposium, free food. Love? no.
oh let's...call it off.
torsdag, november 21, 2002
god, I hate finding fault with myself. But it must be done...
quotes:
"From here on you pick up your own punctuation errors." -Dr. Judd
"NO DICE! NO DICE!" -Ryan
"Let's start a rumor that Mr. Browning is straight." -Sylvia
"Are you sure?" -Scott the trainer in response to me wanting to get my lean body mass estimate. (13.5 baby!)
"she is a flake!" -ms. jones
"want to know how to remember the definition for the word 'onerous'?" -me
"Classe!"- Mme.
"I made a funny! hee-hee!" -caroline
i luvvvvv my wrasslin' sweat pants
and i miss Europe like something awful.
onsdag, november 20, 2002
this is my mom
tirsdag, november 19, 2002
hm.
it makes me mad when my piano teacher counts aloud when i play, because she's always off rhythm. muther.
I think that for some reason i'm programmed to say "it's ok" immediately after someone says "i'm sorry." which is too bad.
haha and in more bad news, they're thinking about cancelling my job in the athletic office because they're trying to save money. isn't that silly? yes it is. I'M SAVING YOU MONEY, YA FUCKERS!
and i can't get to my kc.rr email shewt. and i'm tired of 105.1. I need a new sound.
"Team of the Wee" haha.
mandag, november 18, 2002
goddam. just got back from the fall sports awards thingie.
HIGHLIGHTS:
-the football video had them holding up a sign that was slightly folded so it said "TEAM OF THE WEE"
-i got a field hockey pin to put on my letter jacket
-slide show of forever
-being in the Cross Country team's video clip
-staying from 7-9 and listening to a bunch of bull crap
just kidding! that wasn't a highlight.
um, it's cool how the wrestling team is going to have gangsta hats.
laugh on fat boy
yeah me. i should work. or work out. or something.
onthestereo: i have more cool in my little finger than you have in your whole body
DrippyLikesBass: aw your "little finger" is that what you call it?
søndag, november 17, 2002
today was a black pants day because i was in at least three different pairs.
and I had healthy food for dinner. and i got a call from someone and they said something that made me really glad they called. hahah and then...someone didn't call me. oh well. I've got my new black pants.
People talking....keeps us alive.
I'm so crazy. I don't know what to think. Do I want a boyfriend? I've asked myself that a lot, but have only said 'yes' about two times....lots of questions arise...and answers all in negation. so yeah. but then there are those few times, or moments of reflection where i feel sorry for myself and listen to john mayer. i'm such a crazy fuck.
now if only i could go into depth on this damn web page. myabe i should be a normal kid and write poetry. how lame. people are lame. I bitch too much. i have to get up early. ah well.
god another thing about the public posting is that I can't whine, becuase then people would be like, "she whines a lot" which I do, but you just wait till I actually say what I think. it's a bunch of self pity. and no one wants to hear that.
i feel like two years ago.
I didn't like Punch Drunk love. sorry.
night.
fredag, november 15, 2002
hillary has tanorexia
torsdag, november 14, 2002
doesn't like California...it's cold and it's damp....
yeah Bravos.
so in wrestling today, they were practicing the high crotch move, which is something like this:
(and yes I searched for "high crotch wrestling" on Altavista.)
and coach was like, "now, don't go easy on this. Hit him as hard if you want. It's not your fault if he gets hurt. He has to deal with it. If, God forbid, you rupture one of his testicles, it's his problem, it's his medical condition, not yours."
tirsdag, november 12, 2002
CAN’T STOP THE P.T. ROCK!!
On inebriation and justice:
Wash U sent me a letter today, but it was addressed to “Kjershin Johnson.” Must be all those foam parties.
And Andrew Young got hit in the nuts today in wrestling.
søndag, november 10, 2002
My whistling skills vacillate every day. Somedays it’s one step forward, two steps back.
Bravo for the play and the bastards who didn’t ask me to sign browning’s book. Damn you Fei Fei. I know how to sweep up glass.
It was very nice today. I actually didn’t have to go to bell choir, so I could’ve stayed at shane’s much longer….IN HIS BED. Anyway. Fall is so cliché…..because all I think about is how great the trees look and the way they blow around. I guess that isn’t fall’s fault. I’ll just blame it on society. Which I blame everything on. That, and Fei Fei. No, she’s ok since she leant me a hair thing.
I can use a drill now.
This is what I don’t do during the week: wear my retainer, history homework, exercise.
That last one I never do anyway.
And for the hell of it….I BEAT MICHAEL IN THUMB WAR.
torsdag, november 07, 2002
I had a veggie burger from Burger king tonight. it's kind of silly, because there is SO MUCH MAYONNAISE on it, so the calories are still there. ah well. they cook it well.
Phillip Noonan came to school today! it was so cool! yay.
Wrestling is so funny. it's just such a peculiar sport. rachel and i were looking at the handbooks today and it is so weird!
THe handbook had pictures of skin diseases too, and that was gross. ah well. twill be an interesting season. middle schoolers = buff. c'est bi-zarre.
tirsdag, november 05, 2002
Ugh. So much bread! I am a breadaholic! This is no way to live. This is a way to die. Tra la. School be goes. It goes up and goes down. Ahhhh well. Today coach Hart called me a “computer whiz.” I have the best job in the entire world. (not because I get to see hart every day.)
Ok I think this is cool Life in the Freezer oh to be a blogger of note.
mandag, november 04, 2002
“When every day feels like a partaaaaaaaay. Fome is Dape.”
I would be writing my paper now, but I keep trying whistle, and it makes me very very very lightheaded. Ow.
“What’s the matter, Heather? Lost your urge to purge?”
I like the sound of tea. Like, when you put the bag in and move it and listen it kind of sizzles.
“Is Shaniqua there?” “HELL NO!”
I listen to the dorkiest hip-hop. But I don’t think it can be called that. I know I should be schooled about hip –hop. Maybe I’ll ask Dr. Schulkin. If you want me to explain that I will. Just ask.
søndag, november 03, 2002
George Bernard Shaw sucks so much!
fredag, november 01, 2002
wow. the commercials on MTV are so much better than the shows.
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