wow. it's been quite stressful, this week, even though it feels like i haven't done much at all.
ap exams start next week, beginning with english on monday and ending with biology the following week. fortunately, it'll all be over with by mi cumpleaños.
midnight is chewing on blankets. silly mins.
kim and i have to make up a story for spanish. we were given a picture and have to take it from there. i wanted to make the bartender a spy, but i don't think kim is up for it.
there's an über cool study group going on as i type at the sweeney abode. unfortunately, i just finished the aforementioned assignment and still have a pile of functions to analyze.
so i guess i better end this.
until next time, rocketmen.
Apr 29, 2004
Apr 26, 2004
Apr 25, 2004
i am being pestered to keep this recent.
so let me introduce my good friend recent. say "hello," everybody.
my rocket worked. for this i am happy. for the sight of the patriarch of the family across the street in nothing but a towel i am not.
rachel and i are going to hang out today and do something wild. you know. like jungles.
my sister never wound up coming home this weekend. boo.
i messed around with my guitar this morning and found some pretty weird stuff in my case, like a pen that i though i had lost forever.
on the subject of missing pens, note that a proportional amount of wadding is to be used in a rocket.
library.
safety.
library safety.
i got to hold lilly on friday. that was really cute.
we have to give presentations in spanish on some gay story. wouldn't it suck if your name was ivo? really, now; i'd hate that.
speaking of school, i'm accidentally going to be in five aps next year. another trip to the belangie? i think so.
love, sweet love. ooh. love, sweet love. dontknowanymorewordstothishorribleborablesong. oh, love. sweet love. lala love, sweet love.
i wrote a horrible song that has all my friends in it. i'll put it to some music and play it for you when i don't know what i'm doing.
er. yeah.
time to go.
so let me introduce my good friend recent. say "hello," everybody.
my rocket worked. for this i am happy. for the sight of the patriarch of the family across the street in nothing but a towel i am not.
rachel and i are going to hang out today and do something wild. you know. like jungles.
my sister never wound up coming home this weekend. boo.
i messed around with my guitar this morning and found some pretty weird stuff in my case, like a pen that i though i had lost forever.
on the subject of missing pens, note that a proportional amount of wadding is to be used in a rocket.
library.
safety.
library safety.
i got to hold lilly on friday. that was really cute.
we have to give presentations in spanish on some gay story. wouldn't it suck if your name was ivo? really, now; i'd hate that.
speaking of school, i'm accidentally going to be in five aps next year. another trip to the belangie? i think so.
love, sweet love. ooh. love, sweet love. dontknowanymorewordstothishorribleborablesong. oh, love. sweet love. lala love, sweet love.
i wrote a horrible song that has all my friends in it. i'll put it to some music and play it for you when i don't know what i'm doing.
er. yeah.
time to go.
Apr 22, 2004
rockets are SO easy to make.
not.
my aunt is here. this makes me giggle.
so, guess who's related to harriet beecher stowe and henry wadsworth longfellow?
midnight says hi.
i was about to ramble here, but realized just how much of a waste that would be and did it anyways.
sometimes you just don't know what to say to someone. you know? like, your best friend is a total ass to you and then wants to buddy up for an upcoming project. but the thing is, it's one of those silent fights - the kind where neither can stand the other but neither admits this to the other. so it's not exactly like you can tell the jerk to get out of your face, or the party will use YOUR explosion as a platform for all-out war. then again, it's not like you want to work with someone you loathe. basically, either way you lose. in the long run, you lose worse if you acknowledge the fact that you're both being fag-bitches, but you lose everything for the next week or so if you shut it.
i always find it interesting when someone tries to steal something at work. it makes me laugh, because the truth is that there isn't much worth stealing. the only things i would think people would want to debo are locked up or behind glass, but no - people hide three-dollar scarves and ten-dollar charm bracelets in hot-pink snakeskin purses. truthfully, i would rather pay for the scarf and get the purse for free upon my own arrangement, but i guess that's just me.
what kills me the most though is guys. i mean, what the hell was were we thinking, girls? you try to get over and get on with things, and you seem to succeed for quite a while. hook, line, and sinker, fdr's "new deal" in the world of dating is yours. but then, just when you're convinced he listens to you, he not only turns the tables but switches the tableclothes by pulling them out from under the plates and glasses like they do in france or italy or whereever they do it. suddenly, you're the enemy and the demon, and everything that goes to the dogs is your fault. yours. all of it. unsure of what it was you did wrong in the first place, you appologize for what you know you know isn't necessary to appologize for. time passes, and you string each other along. he wonders why it pisses you off so much that he flirts with your best friends and ignores you until you're the only skirt left standing.
angered? me?
now that i'm ready to punch a hole in the wall, i'll go buy some putty.
not.
my aunt is here. this makes me giggle.
so, guess who's related to harriet beecher stowe and henry wadsworth longfellow?
midnight says hi.
i was about to ramble here, but realized just how much of a waste that would be and did it anyways.
sometimes you just don't know what to say to someone. you know? like, your best friend is a total ass to you and then wants to buddy up for an upcoming project. but the thing is, it's one of those silent fights - the kind where neither can stand the other but neither admits this to the other. so it's not exactly like you can tell the jerk to get out of your face, or the party will use YOUR explosion as a platform for all-out war. then again, it's not like you want to work with someone you loathe. basically, either way you lose. in the long run, you lose worse if you acknowledge the fact that you're both being fag-bitches, but you lose everything for the next week or so if you shut it.
i always find it interesting when someone tries to steal something at work. it makes me laugh, because the truth is that there isn't much worth stealing. the only things i would think people would want to debo are locked up or behind glass, but no - people hide three-dollar scarves and ten-dollar charm bracelets in hot-pink snakeskin purses. truthfully, i would rather pay for the scarf and get the purse for free upon my own arrangement, but i guess that's just me.
what kills me the most though is guys. i mean, what the hell was were we thinking, girls? you try to get over and get on with things, and you seem to succeed for quite a while. hook, line, and sinker, fdr's "new deal" in the world of dating is yours. but then, just when you're convinced he listens to you, he not only turns the tables but switches the tableclothes by pulling them out from under the plates and glasses like they do in france or italy or whereever they do it. suddenly, you're the enemy and the demon, and everything that goes to the dogs is your fault. yours. all of it. unsure of what it was you did wrong in the first place, you appologize for what you know you know isn't necessary to appologize for. time passes, and you string each other along. he wonders why it pisses you off so much that he flirts with your best friends and ignores you until you're the only skirt left standing.
angered? me?
now that i'm ready to punch a hole in the wall, i'll go buy some putty.
Apr 20, 2004
hi. my name is maggie kennedy, and i totally haven't been updating.
now that i have a functioning computer, i shall cease to cease.
first on my list: andrew ran into mrs. angert.
who was on foot.
on his bike.
in real life.
secondly, we have xp now. this is - how you say... awesome.
third, rockets were meant to explode. i guarantee mine will funtion in this fashion.
fourth, there are puppies on this catalog. i think i'm going to cry.
fifth, angert is the angriest person i've ever met in my life (that's two angerty things. i believe i need to stop this.).
sixth, my dear auntie is coming to visit on thursday. yay for kerry.
seventh, jim is cool.
eighth, time to download aim so i may waste even more time on the computer.
love and moochies.
now that i have a functioning computer, i shall cease to cease.
first on my list: andrew ran into mrs. angert.
who was on foot.
on his bike.
in real life.
secondly, we have xp now. this is - how you say... awesome.
third, rockets were meant to explode. i guarantee mine will funtion in this fashion.
fourth, there are puppies on this catalog. i think i'm going to cry.
fifth, angert is the angriest person i've ever met in my life (that's two angerty things. i believe i need to stop this.).
sixth, my dear auntie is coming to visit on thursday. yay for kerry.
seventh, jim is cool.
eighth, time to download aim so i may waste even more time on the computer.
love and moochies.
Apr 13, 2004
Apr 11, 2004
this is from midnight. apparently, blogger doesn't like to work.
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no m-w word aqui.
the vigil didn't even last until easter. go figure.
however, i have this horrible sty-like thing on my left eye. fun, it is.
chris's birthday was today (i consider today today to be saturday.). i went over to his beauuuuuuuuuuuutiful house on my break. he has a really cute dog. yay for cute dogs.
oh, yeah; happy birthday chris. you r teh r0x0rs.
mmm. cadburry peckle.
mmm. instant messenger.
mmm. easter.
i asked father paddy how to say "hello" in gaelic, but i forgot it before i got to the car. i'll have to look up how to say weird things and then repeat them at church.
time to get out of this room before i hear any more of this conversation my family is having; i swear i was a test-tube kid.
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no m-w word aqui.
the vigil didn't even last until easter. go figure.
however, i have this horrible sty-like thing on my left eye. fun, it is.
chris's birthday was today (i consider today today to be saturday.). i went over to his beauuuuuuuuuuuutiful house on my break. he has a really cute dog. yay for cute dogs.
oh, yeah; happy birthday chris. you r teh r0x0rs.
mmm. cadburry peckle.
mmm. instant messenger.
mmm. easter.
i asked father paddy how to say "hello" in gaelic, but i forgot it before i got to the car. i'll have to look up how to say weird things and then repeat them at church.
time to get out of this room before i hear any more of this conversation my family is having; i swear i was a test-tube kid.
no m-w word aqui.
the vigil didn't even last until easter. go figure.
however, i have this horrible sty-like thing on my left eye. fun, it is.
chris's birthday was today (i consider today today to be saturday.). i went over to his beauuuuuuuuuuuutiful house on my break. he has a really cute dog. yay for cute dogs.
oh, yeah; happy birthday chris. you r teh r0x0rs.
mmm. cadburry peckle.
mmm. instant messenger.
mmm. easter.
i asked father paddy how to say "hello" in gaelic, but i forgot it before i got to the car. i'll have to look up how to say weird things and then repeat them at church.
time to get out of this room before i hear any more of this conversation my family is having; i swear i was a test-tube kid.
the vigil didn't even last until easter. go figure.
however, i have this horrible sty-like thing on my left eye. fun, it is.
chris's birthday was today (i consider today today to be saturday.). i went over to his beauuuuuuuuuuuutiful house on my break. he has a really cute dog. yay for cute dogs.
oh, yeah; happy birthday chris. you r teh r0x0rs.
mmm. cadburry peckle.
mmm. instant messenger.
mmm. easter.
i asked father paddy how to say "hello" in gaelic, but i forgot it before i got to the car. i'll have to look up how to say weird things and then repeat them at church.
time to get out of this room before i hear any more of this conversation my family is having; i swear i was a test-tube kid.
no m-w word aqui.
the vigil didn't even last until easter. go figure.
however, i have this horrible sty-like thing on my left eye. fun, it is.
chris's birthday was today (i consider today today to be saturday.). i went over to his beauuuuuuuuuuuutiful house on my break. he has a really cute dog. yay for cute dogs.
oh, yeah; happy birthday chris. you r teh r0x0rs.
mmm. cadburry peckle.
mmm. instant messenger.
mmm. easter.
i asked father paddy how to say "hello" in gaelic, but i forgot it before i got to the car. i'll have to look up how to say weird things and then repeat them at church.
time to get out of this room before i hear any more of this conversation my family is having; i swear i was a test-tube kid.
the vigil didn't even last until easter. go figure.
however, i have this horrible sty-like thing on my left eye. fun, it is.
chris's birthday was today (i consider today today to be saturday.). i went over to his beauuuuuuuuuuuutiful house on my break. he has a really cute dog. yay for cute dogs.
oh, yeah; happy birthday chris. you r teh r0x0rs.
mmm. cadburry peckle.
mmm. instant messenger.
mmm. easter.
i asked father paddy how to say "hello" in gaelic, but i forgot it before i got to the car. i'll have to look up how to say weird things and then repeat them at church.
time to get out of this room before i hear any more of this conversation my family is having; i swear i was a test-tube kid.
Apr 9, 2004
good morning, starshines. i haven't been up very long. i slept in because i was up last night with the collywobbles.
anywho, i got my hairs cut. all of them. i don't think i like it, mainly because it curls the way it isn't supposed to, but at least i have those oh-so-wonderful bang-things.
today is good friday, and the sun doesn't know if it wants to shine or not (no. those two statements had nothing to do with each other.).
easter cookies. mmm.
chris is having a birthday party tomorrow. wee. unfortunately, i can only go on my break, but i'll bet there will be a lot of aim celebs (nurtle-puss).
yay for seventeen.
which i am not.
my tutor girl forgot me yesterday. i felt ... happy.
that's all for today. i'm oot like a canadian.
anywho, i got my hairs cut. all of them. i don't think i like it, mainly because it curls the way it isn't supposed to, but at least i have those oh-so-wonderful bang-things.
today is good friday, and the sun doesn't know if it wants to shine or not (no. those two statements had nothing to do with each other.).
easter cookies. mmm.
chris is having a birthday party tomorrow. wee. unfortunately, i can only go on my break, but i'll bet there will be a lot of aim celebs (nurtle-puss).
yay for seventeen.
which i am not.
my tutor girl forgot me yesterday. i felt ... happy.
that's all for today. i'm oot like a canadian.
Apr 6, 2004
today was all hot, and i sat outside again. ah, sun; how you turn me colors so.
dad: "did you go swimming?"
me: "i didn't swim."
dad: "did you go in the pool?"
this is why i love my parents so much.
many of my girl friends and i have come to a conclusion: the male population is generally gay, dim-witted, and unnecessarily abstruse when it comes to relationships and flattery. i don't mean to offend, but it seems like they should come equipped with decoders and translators. you know? probably not, but that's ok.
someone stuck a pencil in an apple at lunch today, and i do believe the pencil was thrown away and the apple eaten. after the incident.
string cheese incident.
i was recommended a band that sounded exactly like the apples in stereo: the shins. so far, except for the voice of the lead singer, the two are exactly alike, especially with the flaky lyrics.
no, there was no importance to that; just a statement and nothing more.
time to think about doing homework.
dad: "did you go swimming?"
me: "i didn't swim."
dad: "did you go in the pool?"
this is why i love my parents so much.
many of my girl friends and i have come to a conclusion: the male population is generally gay, dim-witted, and unnecessarily abstruse when it comes to relationships and flattery. i don't mean to offend, but it seems like they should come equipped with decoders and translators. you know? probably not, but that's ok.
someone stuck a pencil in an apple at lunch today, and i do believe the pencil was thrown away and the apple eaten. after the incident.
string cheese incident.
i was recommended a band that sounded exactly like the apples in stereo: the shins. so far, except for the voice of the lead singer, the two are exactly alike, especially with the flaky lyrics.
no, there was no importance to that; just a statement and nothing more.
time to think about doing homework.
Apr 5, 2004
hey, there.
today was spifferific. no real homework (yes. it's fake.), and i bronceared myself after school. twas nice.
i have that song from aladin stuck in my head:
"let's not be too festinate.
still i think he's ratha tasty."
man. i'm a trickster.
did you know that they invented a new breed of cat that humans aren't allergic to? i would want one, but i think test-tube pets is going a little too far.
every time i look up, i forget that we painted the room.
i'm a simple girl.
my favorite thing is the stickers that say "do not remove" and nothing else. my question: why? and then: how would you know? and then some more: why?
time to do something unproductive.
wait a minute. i am.
today was spifferific. no real homework (yes. it's fake.), and i bronceared myself after school. twas nice.
i have that song from aladin stuck in my head:
"let's not be too festinate.
still i think he's ratha tasty."
man. i'm a trickster.
did you know that they invented a new breed of cat that humans aren't allergic to? i would want one, but i think test-tube pets is going a little too far.
every time i look up, i forget that we painted the room.
i'm a simple girl.
my favorite thing is the stickers that say "do not remove" and nothing else. my question: why? and then: how would you know? and then some more: why?
time to do something unproductive.
wait a minute. i am.
Apr 4, 2004
the whole "one-to-nine" saturday just isn't a good idea.
for anyone.
after work, i went over to andrew's, and then turned around and went to jim's. quite fun, it was. we watched school of rock . we all agreed that summer was a european version of dream.
um. i don't enjoy kerfuffling over who's right and who's wrong (i know, but how could i hide a fun word like that?).
time to read the boring gatsby .
for anyone.
after work, i went over to andrew's, and then turned around and went to jim's. quite fun, it was. we watched school of rock . we all agreed that summer was a european version of dream.
um. i don't enjoy kerfuffling over who's right and who's wrong (i know, but how could i hide a fun word like that?).
time to read the boring gatsby .
Apr 3, 2004
time to start using the "m-w word of the day" words fo' real. i'll hide one in each entry, and whoever e-mails me first telling me the correct word (that is, the nerd werd.) gets a prize. (note: this will probably be a very easy daily contest to win, as no one has ever heard of 90% of the words in my inbox.)
let the games begin.
i spent sixth period yesterday perfecting my spreadsheet with graham, only for it to totally NOT save to the floppy and all information to be lost. forever. so i came home and finished the spreadsheet for the third time (yes. three.). that was fun.
hi, gtv. why did you keep showing that half-naked girl this morning?
other than that most unpleasant image, i don't really remember what happened today, but i'm amenable to let it slide.
kim called andrew a studmuffin. we all about peed ourselves.
two peas in a pod.
i'm about to start rambling, so i'll leave. adieu.
let the games begin.
i spent sixth period yesterday perfecting my spreadsheet with graham, only for it to totally NOT save to the floppy and all information to be lost. forever. so i came home and finished the spreadsheet for the third time (yes. three.). that was fun.
hi, gtv. why did you keep showing that half-naked girl this morning?
other than that most unpleasant image, i don't really remember what happened today, but i'm amenable to let it slide.
kim called andrew a studmuffin. we all about peed ourselves.
two peas in a pod.
i'm about to start rambling, so i'll leave. adieu.
Apr 1, 2004
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