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“Those who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, usually do”
        - Robert Anton Wilson?

“Blessed are we who can laugh at ourselves for we shall never cease to be amused”
        -Unknown?

“Before you put on a frown, make absolutely sure there are no smiles available”

        -Jim Begs

“I’d rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not.”

        -Kurt Cobain

“The things that come to those that wait may be the things left by those that got there first.”

        -Steven Tyler

“There’s no mystical energy field that controls my destiny.”

       -Han Solo

I dream of day and through the night my mind speaks of it’s own injustice

Though I can’t complain of the pain, the attrocity

I can’t find the truth I know should be lingering

Somewhere beyond my fingertips

Beyond the reach of every faint kiss.

And the branches of my mind that shadow my world with leaves of gold

shiver in the cold night air.

Well, I haven’t posted in a while… I think the devil has been keeping me away from things like church and my blog, but may dad says it’s just called a “busy schedule”.

I’ve been feverishly searching for the perfect prom dress that’s cheap enough to make my mom willing to buy it for me. We went to a $10 prom dress sale where all the dresses were donated: nothing. We went to Plato’s Closet where I got my (uber-cute white house black market) homecoming dress: nothin’. I look all over the internet constantly: some stuff but it’s all to expensive and I’m poor. I’ve considered getting one made, but even that costs too much. Grr. Oh, and I still need a date. GRRRRRRR!!!!

Hmmm… My computer is being slow which either means I need to get rid of all the crap on my desktop or let it sleep tonight to refresh it’s poor little mind. Maybe I’ll do both. I’ve been considering wiping about 3/4 of my hard drive: it’s just a bunch of meaningless things I hold on to “in case I ever need it again”. It’s the same way with my bedroom. I would have so much more space if I wasn’t so possessive of old junk. I have an empty tissue box sitting on the ground next to my bed right now because I never know when I may need an empty tissue box. My life is becoming a cluttered mass of things I MIGHT need, but could live perfectly happily without. At least I know I can’t take it all to college with me, so I’ll end up dumping so much of it: either on my family or in the trash.

My new favorite song is “Poker Face”. I can’t get enough of it.

Why is food pronounced with an “oo” sound, but floor isn’t? Just imagine if we said floor like we did food. That would be weird. Hmmm… I do believe I’ll start pronouncing floor like it’s supposed to be pronounced: fluh-oo-er.

I wonder what other words should b pronounced differently…

Esophagus hould be “ess-o-phag-us” instead of “ess-off-uh-gus”.

I can’t think of any other words right now.

I learned how to spell bananas from Gwen Stefani. “It’s bananas! B-A-N-A-N-A-S!” No, not really, I’m just kidding.

The Calculus room has some weird sort of alcohol radition going on. Me and Jaki spend 45 minutes in there every day and come out acting drunk or high and I think those fluorescent lights have something to do with it. It’s like they emit some sort of loopy waves into our brains. But, by the time AP Studio Art is over, we’re like, dead on our desks, some sort of freakish hangover.

It was a dark and stormy night: I could not sleep because I had a really bad calculus hangover. So, let this be a lesson to you kids! Too much calculus can be bad for you. It will impair your judgement, interfere with your ability to drive, and make you too sick to move.

And also remember, “If you have sex, you will get pregnent and you will die!!!!”

Tonight, I tried the “Angry Whopper”. I love spicy sandwiches, and the minute I heard the name, and saw the commercial with the man sticking his head under an ice machine because his mouth was on fire, I said, “That’s my kind of burger!” 

YEAH, RIGHT! My eyes didn’t even water! Angry Whopper is one of the biggest misnomers I have ever heard. It was more like a “Mildly Annoyed Whopper”. The only thing that made it spicy was the jalapenos: I eat jalapenos for breakfast! (well, only in my omelets).

Either Burger King screwed up my order and forgot to give me one heck of a spicy kick in the mouth, or they have a very distorted view of what people think is “spicy”.

Well, I hope this post is better than the last one… It was pretty bad. Although, I loved Kim’s comment.

Today, we had ANOTHER timed writing in AP Lit class. We had to analyze the techniques Jane Austen used to characterize Catherine in Northanger Abbey. Like, the second sentence was something about her father being fairly well off, despite the fact that his name was Richard, and he was not very handsome. Kim and I both read it at the same time and we just looked at each other like “HA!” and I giggled a bit. So that explains the comment she made on my last post.

Today we had to take pictures of the choir for the year book, which meant I had to wear my insane floor length black skirt which looks like it should be in an opera theater, not a high school choir. The teacher made me stand on a chair in the back row, and since I’m five-nine, I’m sure I stood out terribly. At least I wasn’t the tallest person: she also made this guy who’s like seven-and-a-half feet or something crazy stand right in the middle on top of a chair too.

I tripped on my skirt trying to clamber up on top of that stupid chair… I felt stupid.

Once the pics were done, I started taking my skirt off and Jaki and Kim freaked out; I had pants underneath it.

All the guys had to wear, like, tuxes. I love how nice they look all dressed up. It’s cute.

One thing I hope I never have to say: “I’m dating a cheerleader.” (guy cheerleader, but cheerleader nonetheless)

I’ve found I have a different “voice” when I’m blogging versus when I’m writing with a pen. People seem to like what I write on blogs better that what I write in class, on paper.

Today, I had to write from a pessimistic viewpoint. I used my pretty pink paper.

I’m tired of school and boys, and I’m just plain tired, so I’m gonna go to sleep.

If “somebody” doesn’t answer me back soon, then I’m not going to prom with him, and he’ll be sorry.

My friend Kim told me to write something creative so I’m gonna write a detailed report about the boy next to me.

For anonymity, we’ll just call him “Richard”. He is being a spaz right now and dancing in his chair. I asked him how to spell anonymity and he gave me a whole bunch of crap letters “amonnomnoityytysssss”. He is wearing an incredibly girly ring on the right hand ring finger. His ring size is the same as a lot of girls he knows. My mom says he uses too many hair products. I know for a fact that he has a little bottle of hand sanitizer in his left pocket. He is texting during class (he does that a lot). He flirts with many girls. He has an orange smiley face on his left hand, drawn in permanent marker. Sometimes when he wears his glasses, he’ll tear them off and throw them on the table while he’s reading, as if they disgust him. He is a bully to Jaki, but it’s pretty much just flirting. He has a gorgeous face and is really nice and that’s why so many girls have a crush on him. He wears size 10 or 11 shoes, I think. I hope he never reads this.

I didn’t think I could get onto my blog form the school computer, but I guess I can. I want to go home and sleep.

I think having a boyfriend must be the most overrated thing ever. It can only lead to marriage or heartbreak. If you’re going to get married, then it’s more like fiance than boyfriend. If you aren’t going to be together forever, then it means you’re going to break up at some point, which is bound to hurt at least one member of the relationship. Unless you two are destined to be together, then there is sure to be pain, unhappiness, drama, arguments, and crying. And you may say you love each other, but the fact is, if you break up, then it wasn’t real love; love should be eternal. My mom has been telling me all these years that I don’t need a boyfriend and that having one would not benefit me at all. I guess I’m just now realizing that she was right. I sure as heck don’t need a boyfriend, I need a husband (when I’m ready and I find the right guy) who I can be with until we die, and then after that in heaven. So, boyfriends suck.

On a lighter note, I absolutely ADORE Paul Bettany! (look him up if you don’t know who he is: http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0079273/)

Tonight I found out that I got accepted to UCCS. Even though it’s not my first choice, I’m really excited because it means I must have done something right. I even made up a “I got accepted to college” dance.

Today, I played BINGO at school.