the weather was perfect again today. a day without sunshine is a day to celebrate.

ive been writing a lot more lately, but still dont seem to have a passion for it or anything else (well, maybe someone else, but thats a whole different story).

my tutoree seemed to know most of his stuff today. i taught him how to conjugate -ar verbs (i thought they had already gone over it in class. oopskies.). i hope i didnt confuse him more.

to reword a song from the lovely amy grant christmas collection, its the most wonderful time of the month (no, erin; not candy corn time.).

we read an absolutely savage story today in spanish with the same "plot," if you will, as shakespeares the taming of the shrew, except in this version, the man beheaded a dog and a horse and banged a kitty against a wall. i almost started crying.

you know what else makes me cry? plagiarism.

oh, and that song that goes, "wherever you go, whatever you do, i will be right here waiting for you...," "butterfly kisses," and "nightswimming."

but on a completely different note, it takes five class days to watch 1776, and mrs. angert (after four days of the duration) is still enthusiastic about everything.

and on that note i leave you. goodnight, reykjavik.

the weather today has been perfect. it reflects precisely the mood i have been experiencing for the past few days. sun, dont come back. ever.

so we have to read a story in spanish entitled "of the [aquaintance?] of a man that married with a lady very strong and very [stubborn?]." im totally not looking forward to translating it.

on the other hand, i still dont get anything that has been going on in math league.

actually, those last two points were on the same hand, because they both deal with difficult things. technically, though, it doesnt matter, because the metaphorical hand cannot be seen with the eye.

i am looking at a letter from my grama dated "wednesday sept. 24?"

everyone seems pretty excited about homecoming. the chicks are all, "oh! i sooooo found the prettiest dress! uhmagosh!" and the guys are all, "yeah." my date ate poo from a tube at lunch today.

i better get going on that homework.

marvin k mooney, will you please go now!

it began to rain tonight just before i headed home. combined with the lighting and every other circumstance, both external and internal, it made for the perfect movie scene.

you know who is totally not cool? your boss, dianne.
"MAGGIE!!!"
"[raised eyebrows]"
"COME OVER HERE AND HELP THIS MAN WHO IM STANDING RIGHT NEXT TO, EVEN THOUGH I HAVE NOTHING ELSE TO DO!!! ITS PART OF MY JOB DESCRIPTION TO BE AN OLD HAG AND TO SHOUT EVERYTHING, EVEN IF ITS OVER THE INTERCOM WHICH IS LOUD ENOUGH ON ITS OWN!!!"
and they wonder why i want to quit...

my sister tried to threaten me today, but her plan of attack came crashing down when she realized that her clenched fists were extended fully and still didnt reach me. oh, erin.

ok. ill admit it. the scarlet letter isnt that bad. if hawthorn would just cut some of the descriptive crap, i may even flat-out enjoy the book.

and there goes my new years resolution made nearly a year ago to stop complaining. not that it hadnt been broken previously.

i mean, come on. no whining? thats just not fair.

i put on my homecoming dress last night to model for my family. the relevance? none.

the muscles around my right eye have been twitching all afternoon. im about to go mad.

i think ill stick out the math team for another practice session. what have i got to lose? only my feeling smart.

well, the st. tims fair is calling me, so i bid you adeiu. until next time, ... something.

and now for the promised minirant on the scarlet letter:
does it end? certainly nathaniel hawthorn couldnt have been so ignorant as to believe that his oh-so-dead audience would read every single word in every single descriptive sentence which makes up almost every single paragraph in the WHOLE ENTIRE BOOK. perhaps i would be a bit more forgiving if i didnt want to commit suicide every time i turned the page to find that no, the book is not done yet, and that in fact i have two hundred more pages of living hell to suffer through before completing this long and depressing journey that is reading the scarlet letter.

moving on, i spilled oatmeal on myself four times this morning.

its pretty hard to get into a football game when youve been gallivanting around town all evening without your wallet, which contains not only your money, but your license as well. good thing i only bruised a few pedestrians.

if a kid asked you to paint a spongebob squarepants on his face because you, oh volunteer of facial art, work at the face painting booth, would you do it? if you answered in the affirmative, i dont know you, so stop reading this and get out of my life. if you answered in the negative, guitar.

my boss smells like diarrhea. no joke.

i have to make like a chip and dip, or at least think of wittier things to say every time i end these.

the day wound up being pretty darn good, considering i had tests in my two hardest classes. fortunately, though, i passed the biology test with a 99%, and i at least finished the one in engineering.

tonight im working (whats new?).

ive just realized how incredibly boring i am.

this is me, stopping, before you shoot yourself.

i love my friends and not ap biology.

so today was fun, in that "why do i suck at life?" kind of way.

i totally have a 93% in engineering, and my tutoree totally felt confident in spanish yesterday.

however, i still suck because of things like this:
someone nice: "that shirt is really pretty on you. it matches your eyes, but i like your color better."
me: "oh... ... ... ... that was a compliment, wasn't it?"

on a completely different note, people are cold.
not-someone nice: "ill bet maggie has a boyfriend..."
me: "nope."
not-someone nice: "ill bet you did have a boyfriend."
me: "yep."
not-someone nice: "oh, really? did you just break up?"
me: "yes."
not-someone nice: "ah, man. how long were you going out for?"
me: "almost a year."
not-someone nice: "that sucks."
me: "back up, bitch."

alright. so i didnt say that last thing, but you know. people suck. and im one of those that suck. therefore, i am human (logos.).

something cool i heard today: "if you arent right, youll be left."

something funny i heard today: "ill bet maggies brother is retarded."

something gay i heard today: "travis hill."

moving on, "sissy" is coming home tomorrow. dont i make her sound like a puppy at a kennel? im sorry. no im not.

1776 is the best movie of all time. in fact, i love it great-lee.

and with the delightful thought of mr. feeny, i leave you.

tune in tomorrow. same doodle time, same doodle place.

alright. so maybe i did pass that test in analysis. just kidding.

my sister is coming home this friday. woo-hoo for sisters.

now on to the important things in life...

dream, amber, and i got a star for the starwalk. i think thats pretty schpiffy. unfortunately, unbeknownst to laura and i, laura and i told amanda wed get a star with her. oh, high school drama, how i love you so.

have you ever wanted to just scream a curse for no reason at all? good. neither have i. somebody was looking awefully cute today. because if you have, then i would be tempted to say that something was wrong with you.

well, that being all the news i have for my adoring crowd today (sad, isnt it?), i leave you with these words of wisdom from the mouth of laura fudgecow:

"if your head is made of rice, dont boil it."

today equals much that amounts to nothing at all.

first period: totally killed myself on the analysis test.

second period: mrs. angert, could you be more enthusiastic?

third period: um... ?

fourth period: finally! we did an experiment correctly!

fifth period: "las zonahorrias son la especialidad de la casa."

sixth period: i got the poo scared out of me during a sleeping lab, thanks to me.

seventh period: movie. ess makes me want to kill myself.

after school: first tutoring session with un chico que no se nada en espanol uno. y me gusta un otro chico que es muy alto y muy, muy, MUY bonito y simpatico y suave y ... todos! eee!

anywho, im going to shut up now.

this is me, shutting up.

so now that i havent stopped doing things for three weeks straight, im a bit on the end of my rope. forgive me. i feel like a basket case and im going to sound like one.

today i signed up for the psat. yay for standarized tests.

um, my parents are making out, so ill cut this short.

no, im not kidding.

alicia is alive.

for all who were wondering.

rachels party rocked. its cool when you actually know everyone at a function held outside of school that you arent hosting. we played with toy cars, had some birthday pie, and went swimming. needless to say, it was an enjoyable evening (sorry. i know i sound like im far beyond my years.).

on a totally different note, i have a date for homecoming. to keep the suspense, i wont say his name, but i will give you a hint: nn tss, nn tss, nn tss. ee-oo ah-oo ee-oo-oo ah-oo.

i went over to andrews house this afternoon for some equipotential fun. i also got to see some very amusing pictures of fez-eddie and william from when we were in sixth grade. it was... interesting.

paige and i decided to be closer friends (i know that sounded incredibly homosexual, but i meant that in the straightest of ways.) (i suppose i should add that weve known each other since first grade and that she moved away in third. some drifting was inevitable. have i redeemed myself?). that makes me happy.

something to make you laugh in this very unfunny post:
me: [step] "oh, my. thats very wet."
andrew: "my dog has a problem."
me: "... youre kidding me."
andrew: "no."
me: [step away] "um... you also have a lizard..."
andrew: "my dog has another problem."

thats all, folks. ill save the ranting on the scarlet letter for tomorrow.

remember: drink your orange juice and then brush your teeth.

today i was totally into wanting to be hispanic. ever felt like that? just humor me and say that you have.

besides the afore mentioned state of being, i am doing alright. the only blow to my ego today was dana saying, "aaw..." when she learned of my interest in joining the math team. i heart my best friend, the rocky for whom i am bullwinkle.

andrew totally put his hand in the water during our engineering lab on equipotential lines. iow: he shocked himself. i wish i was andrew.

tonight i will sigh, hang my head low, and drag into work from 5:30 to 9:00, after which im off to gaither once again to see if the game is still going on and by how much we are losing. fyi: i am bigger than some of the boys on our football team, and while i could stand to lose a few, im not THAT big.

tomorrow is bunches of steinie fun, followed by church and rachels party. it promises to be a good day. if it breaks that promise, ill break its neck. but then again, i never met tomorrow.

jam tomorrow jam yesterday, but never ever ever jam today.

and with that, i leave you. adeiu.

in case you couldnt tell, im full up of nothing.

today was a day of ups and downs.

first period: turtle sub once again.

second period: good grade on the history test and totally rocking overall average.

third period: got to sit next to one happy dream park.

fourth period: no explanation necessary on why the day was brought back down.

fifth period: see above statement.

lunch: jim farted on me. i laughed, then cried. erins cat had more kittens. i cried because i thought of kittens.

sixth period: no explanation necessary on why the day was brought back up.

seventh period: whole bunch of blah.

banner meeting: never draw a lindsey entzminger cheerleader. ever. if you are held at gunpoint to do so, have the decency to not color the face green.

later afternoon: attempted to add more pages to my new site and found a picture of one very disgruntled mr. o.

so that was my day not so much in a nutshell as in a semi-permeable membrane. peace.

(yes, i did feel obliged to write something.)

so i found out last night that someone totally hip was asking about me. unfortunately, i have not the heart to really care right now, so ill save the giggles and squeals for another day.

for all you people out there who were wondering: i have a 94.9 in spanish. let the suspense be broken.

my mom left for pennsylvania today. when i pulled out my sammie I NEED A DATE FOR HOMECOMING at lunch there was a mom note written by dad (they really are one person.).

before i move on to even less interesting topics, let me describe my parents. mom: wordy; smily, yet teary; hits hard; laughs at what wasnt really that funny; answers rhetorical questions; shoulder PLEASE ASK ME to cry on (whether you like it or not); religious. dad: quick, though inattentive; suspicious; funny; bathroom humor; catch 22.

phone call from mom:
mom: "hey! i guess youre home from school!"
me: "yeah."
mom: "is there anything you need at the store? im almost done with my meeting. it was supposed to go to 4:00, but one of the speakers didnt show up because her daughter broke her leg. guess how?"
me: "i dont know."
mom: "playing foosball! foosball! of all things..."
me: "i dont need anything at the store."
mom: "foosball, though. i couldnt believe it."
me: "yeah."
mom: "alright. youre sure you dont need I LOVE YOU anything at the store? cottage cheese? do we have enough?"
me: "yeah. see you soon."
mom: "alright. bye!"

phone call from dad:
dad: "did you try calling my cell?"
me: "no. i paged you when i got home like you asked me to."
dad: "oh. ill have to check that battery, too. see ya."
me: "bye."

interesting, no?

as i promised, ill move on.

brian, regarding todays IM VULNERABLE YET FUN analysis sub:
"thats why you stop teaching when you turn 80."
i do believe it was schutzs mother.

anywho, im out.

first order of business: my sister thinks she broke her finger. i will pause now so you may laugh hysterically.

...

alright. moving on to other matters in order to confirm that i am self-centered, it seems as though i will be spending the evening of november first all by my lonesome. perhaps so will someone wonderful, but that is highly unlikely.

le sigh.

we did our equipotential lines lab today in engineering. i did not set my hand in the water, though i will admit it was mighty tempting. we finished about one minute before the bell rang. mmm. electricity.

which reminds me: i have decided to find a marriable guy whose last name begins with an m. that way, when people would be gay and ask me what my middle name is in order to make a word with my initials, it would already be done: "mmm." margaret mary muddlehoffen - sounds like a plan.

in ap sleep, the turtles finally got on top of the rock. i have been watching them all year (the whole few weeks of it), and they finally made it. rock, turtles. rock.

i was reminded today of my dorkiness. i love you, dana.

with that said, im out. be sure to wait an hour before swimming or surely you will perish.

also, dana says that im a really big dork. i agree.

im not the kind of girl to suggest a godly status of curse words on a regular basis, but HOLY SHIT: this weekend was packed. friday night i went out to dinner with my study group, followed by a totally sucking game of football at death valley. the social portion of the evening more than made up for me wanting to murder our team.

after the game, i went over to ambers house for a super fun giggle fest (sleep-over). we went out to breakfast and then played mario party. amber rocks.

after getting home, i took a shower, got dressed (important step), and left once again to go to borders to get andrew his birthday present (why i am admitting that i waited until the last possible chance to get him a present is beyond me. then again, those who know me know my tendencies.) (tangent.). then i went to work from 2 to 9 freaking 45. twelve-hour sales are officially the most uncool idea ever.

if you want a thrill, change your entire ensamble at a red light on dale mabry.

then i went to andrews hizzie and wished him a happy bizzie (?). it was a cool party. i knew (or at least recognized) everyone there. it was shibberific. i only got to stay for about an hour. i left just when everyone was jumping in the pool fully clothed. i almost did, but then i remembered: wet jeans plastered to your fat thighs = sad face. so i left honking maniacally.

i went to church this morning. our sub was from new orleans. he said the word "marijuana" in his sermon. i like this guy.

tonight, its leadership at 6 and orientation at 6:45.

sigh. i slept about ten hours this weekend. while that may sound like a big number, im here to tell you that it isnt. not when youre in the mood for a good complaining. or "paddlin'." who would want a paddlin'? shut up!

now that im just talking to myself, ill leave. even though this isnt a place to be left. hm... where is the internet?

so much to say, so few to hear. but for those loyal fans of mine who keep coming back for more, this is for you. and me. mostly me. about 1% you. sorry.

first, me: im 16. i dont do much of anything outside of school and work, though recent trends may suggest a complete turnaround in the social life i have lacked so far in my high school career.

work: steinmart. thats about all i can say without wanting to chew glass.

school: my life. im there every day regardless of physical health, better judgement, and session hours. alright. maybe not that last one, but im still there most of the time. thats what school is: adult day care, plus overweight sex offenders.

friends: i dont think i need to name them now. by forgetting a few people, i will offend. i realize that excluding such a list will only lead to the expected deterioration of the aforementioned social life. however, i will say that friends are good (better than just good, actually. pardon the mediocre adjective, but im certain that you must have realized that its not optimal vocabulary night at the kennedy household.).

family: two parents and a sister (we shall call her eek) at college. i have two cats, as well. theyre cute, in the watery-eyes kind of way.

love life: blank. unless smarterchild counts.

i think that about wraps up our first session.
dont forget to put your pants on before your shoes.