"hello. my name is complain."
-terri, on herself.

tomorrow morning i'm taking my senior pictures. well, to be precise, someone else is taking pictures of me in my senior glory tomorrow morning.

but just to be precise.

i bought that anne klein watch today. it's so cute i can't stand it.

alicia is leaving for new york on thursday.

jealousy.

if people are going to be here on the fourth of joo-lie, let me know. it's the greatest day of the year, and i think we should celebrate it together. i mean, when else do you get to sit out on a golf course on a midsummer night ('s dream) and watch things explode in the sky.?

never. that's when.

so if you're up to it, give me both one hoot and one holler.

i don't have to work on thursday. fun day? i think so.

i'm taking the sat again this saturday. good grief (third grade!).

chris's new name is x.

shrek 2 rocked.

that's right; i finally saw it.

i guess i never posted that draft from yesterday.

well, the truth of the matter is that a baricade simply will not fit into the trunk of a 2002 chevrolet malibu.

anywho, i just made more money watching one kid for five point five hours than i do in an entire weekend at my real job.

maybe i'll have kids and make their father pay me for raising them.

wait a minute. i don't want to be a louis vuitton mom.

i'm looking forward to tomorrow. it'll be my first real day of summer, complete with sunshine, starshine, and who knows what else.

is anyone else having a hard time accepting the fact that we're practically adults and will soon be able to get tattoos and piercings without our parents' consent?

that's what i thought.

first to go is the useless little bit of cartilage in the center of the ear.

i am mondo pooped, but not pooping.

...

i'll just stop.

right here.

i won't say another word.

nope; not gonna do it.

wouldn't be prudent.

three down, one to go.

and then I'M A SENIOR.

i can't wait until summer.

get this:

june 1: bryn alan owns the day
june 2: monimy!
june 5: sat. again.
july 4: best day of the year.
entire rest of the summer: crapload of summer reading and preparations for ap european history.

it just started to rain like woah with a crow in the middle of the street. it's so ominous i feel like dying just looking at it.

you know what's the best? starting your day off with a kiss on the cheek.

lack of structure in this post?

i think so.

time to watch it rain or learn to play "blackbird" or write something phenominal about that drenched bird or something else i'll never wind up doing.

mainly because it just stopped raining.

so, go lightning.

did anyone just learn how to play scorched earth?

i think not.

i have to work tonight, and then tomorrow morning is lilly's baptism. unfortunately, i have to be back at work at 1:00, so i won't be able to go to the shindig afterwards, but at least i'll get to see her.

sunday we're going to visit my sister.

and i dislike mathematics.

even though i'll be getting out of seventh period for a mu alpha theta meeting. i've only stayed in class two times this week. why didn't i discover chris and "meetings" earlier?

we got out senior shirts in today. truly, they are one of a kind.

collectively.

gaither is freezing, and thus i am, too.

i had my final tutoring session with mini-lauren yesterday. spanish one junk seems so easy now.

over the summer, we're going to have to get mr. n some new music, or i'll just have to kill myself.

even though none of us were nearly freshmen in these blissful days by the old school-yard.

good riddance.

i'm going to attempt to make a nice, original webpage over the summer. i'm open to suggestions on templates, material, and any and all other elements.

well, that's about it for now.

tim mcgraw, you're breaking my heart.

you know what's beautiful? not working on matlab right now.

sister hazel is going to be at the masquerade on the seventeenth. success.

"i want to stab britney spears in the chest."
-complainsol.

i made my mom dinner last night whilst my friends saw shrek 2 .

anywho, i'm completely out of things to say, so i'm going to stop this craziness.

school is almost out for summer.

that's about all i can think of to say.

no more functions, no more "strenths" and weaknesses of the confederate union, no more ap sleep, no more "esmoquins," no more easy as chell - yes, chell - seventh period.

i heart random mao officer meetings.

i end.

today was the first time we left five minutes early as seniors.

it brings a tear to my eye and a skip to my step.

after school, i took rachel out to girlie ourselves. i'm going to miss her next year. no one should forget to call her and bug her daily.

we played hangman in second period. my favorite was "sombrero," hint being "it is fun."

oh, erin kirby, how i long to be your twin.

my mom has one item on her birthday list and it takes up ten lines, including the company phone number and sku.

le sigh.

well, i suppose that's all for today.

jsut another tuesday.

regular old tuesday.

nothing special.

just another tuesday.

AND JAMES'S SEVENTEENTH BIRTHDAY.

happy birthday, james! we really do need to find a sponsor for the lasagna may babies club, but at least you don't have to hide behind poles anymore whilst someone buys you a ticket for an r-rated movie.

enjoy the seniority; enjoy the italian.

adieu.

oh, it's beautiful.

juuuust beautiful.

today, i am senior, ruler of the great vivian gaither high school, friend to many cohorts and conconspiritors of pranks involving various farm animals, student to many mischevious instructors of such hideous subjects as the analysis of functions.

i feel pretty.

make that "oh-so-pretty."

downright pretty and witty and - dare i say it? - gay!

and i pitty any guul who isn't me today!

(exclamation points. am i giddy? perhaps i am.)

troy rocked.

on the way home, all balloons were lost. one was released by james, two by me, one was sucked by jim, and the fifth was taken into the liepkalsdjfklsdjan abode, never to be seen or heard of again.

bridgetheatherbrook and alicia got along really nicely. that makes me happy, because they are definately two of my favorites.

and if you ever happen to receive valuable advice, don't just keep it - share it.

on that highly profound note, if you feel like you sound like an idiot, you do, so just stop talking.

seventeen.

it's about damn time.

wow. blogger got a new template.

i can dig it.

as far as updating, i got nothin'.

that's two ap exams down, one left to fail.

i just realized that i accidentally posted on another site. how i did it without realizing, i do not know. anywho, here's my craziness from april twenty-seventh:




bright points of the day:
"And so these people dumped the teas into the water. Then the king said, "Pay for the tea." Then we said, "Tea? What tea? It wasn't us. It was some Indians." Then the king said, "Nuhhh I--- don't think so, PAY for the tea." Then we said, "Nut-uh!""

"Ok. Let's look at the major strenths and weaknesses of the Union and Confederate armies. The north had much larger land area, population and gold, much better transportation and communication. But they STILL weren't doing too well in the beginning of the war b-cause they lacked a superior leadership. They actually asked General Robert E. Lee to take charge of Union army, but he said "Sorry, if Virginia leaves, then I gotta leave too." Remember guys, this will be MAJOR "strenth" of Confederates."

and now a kitty wants to sit on the keyboard.

one tree hill is on tonight. what a load of crap, i tell you, but i'm addicted nonetheless.

if you're going to be a senior in a few weeks and you know it, clap your hands.

ap exams start next week. boy, i cannot wait until mid-may (bt, i love you soooooooooooooooo much!!!).

allergicness. i end.




pretty, huh?

ok. so it was just an excuse to not update so much on this one.

um.

bye.

mom: "who else raps?"
me: "fifty cent."
mom: "he's so cool he's seventy-five cent."
dad: "oh. i just thought you were heaven cent."

missy elliot: "you m---a f---as cakwjiecnjktwe."
dad, to me: "great. you're using our family machine* to bring porn into this house."
*computer

you walked into the party like you were walking onto a yacht.

and i told you to keep the evening of the fifteenth of may open for some crazy-fun.

maybe we'll order some clouds in our coffee.

the ironic thing is this song IS about you, don't you, don't you, don't you.

"it is that he is not fond of the bodegas."

cantaloop.

it's been that kind of a day, where i undyed the agarose cube and jason undid his chemistry homework, and we all sat around and unignored the exciting video on microbiology.

get down tonight.

by the way

(not that you care, but this is my blog)

i'm probably going to be moved on up to full time this summer at steinie.

happy me.

i'm thinking - well, hoping anyways - that i passed the english exam. that third essay was mean, though; very, very mean.

we were invited to lilly's baptism. yay!

i have a fugly smilie on my arm. thanks, andrew.

anyways, we finished up the gay history worksheet at elyse's house after going out to chili's, so i'm happy.

i'm also not functioning well or making much sense, so i'm going to quit.

yesterday was mad fun. i'll start by mentioning the fact that it was kelly's birthday, and that she looked absolutely beautiful.

a giant monkey and all of my favorite friends came by work after having dinner with kelly. later on, a coworker mentioned that the guys were really hot, and, i must say, i agree.

rachel stopped by later and did some pretty weird voices. after work, we went out and ate the coolest sundae ever, complete with neon dinosaurs.

i would like pause for a moment to tell everyone to NEVER leave your expensive (yet hideously ugly) truck running while you have your back to it for fifteen minutes. not only is it a waste of gas, and therefore money, and not only does it add extra pollution to the atmosphere, but it also proves that you're a complete idiot.

thank you.

back to dinosaurs, we were thinking that a road trip would be a cool thing to do this summer. of course, parents must be worn down into agreeing to such a thing, but it was just a thought. maybe the next summer we could drive to europe or something. i think that would be nifty.

grant. grant. go away, grant.

aps start tomorrow. it'll be a week of fun for everyone. the thing i most can't wait for is finishing the history worksheet tnat mrs. angert actually expects us to turn in.

what a joke.

well, now that i've discussed the crazy goings-on of yesterday and the crazy willbegoings-on of the upcoming week, i shall go.