what a spectacular weekend.

paige came to visit on saturday. after i got off of work, we went out to dinner at mimi's and then saw saved! .

hilarious.

sunday we went to the beach and met our future hubbies, tod the bod and matt with the bandana-hat. we rented monster at night. great movie, but a tad bit morbid.

monday i had to work in the morning, so at night we went bowling with amigos. reno 911! occupied us later.

tuesday we malled it and took some insane pictures.

then paige left and whilst i organized socks.

so that was my past few days. bet you can't top that.

thought for the evening: jen cason is really something.

this evening i started to write something with a purpose, and then i stopped.

paige is coming tomorrow. kissimee, so kiss me already.

the end.

just kidding. poodle is coming to visit this saturday, which means that i am not only ecstatic about the upcoming weekend, but that i need to finish cleaning my ugly quarters.

i've got the days planned out, which means it'll probably be ruined by rain, but who cares? she's still coming!

by the way, guess whose bloggie you're reading?

um. THE EMPLOYEE OF THE MONTH FOR STEINMART 58's bloggie!

so yesterday was a spechal day.

yay for me.

melba bitch is home for the afternoon. for this i am happy.

i can't wait until homecoming. too bad it's four months away.

"guess what?"
"what?"
"i'm still three today."

i have absolutely nothing to say.

i don't have anything of interest to say, and i haven't for the past few days, but since i haven't written more than one sentence in the two most recent entries, i feel a need to write, regardless.

i've been cleaning my room for the past two days and came across some interesting stuff, like old notes, old pictures, and - my favorite so far - the duck with no wings. he's gotten a bit dusty over the years, but he's still hilarious to look at.

i think it's nice that everyone is either paired up, pairing up, or gone for the summer. isn't it funny how that works out?

the answer is "yes," so long as funny equals not funny at all .

i like sister hazel.

i have successfully tasted like garlic for the past four hours. delish.

what's your favorite local beach?

i have clippies in my hair.

i like playing therapist - it makes me feel useful. it's a favorite of puff's, too. now i know why.

goodness gracious. it's great balls of fire.

bummedness. paige isn't coming. i'm going to leave so i can cry my face off.

thanks for reading.

love,
manic depression society vp

stupid work, always having sales.

yay for paige!

life has been like jello lately.

rachel and i went galivanting around westshore yestday after eating french air and three kinds of ketchup. it was delightful.

there is an official maya angeleau section of sheer maddness (cards) at the hallmark store. i'm disappointed.

even though my opening statement didn't do much to demonstrate my own sanity.

i wonder if ludacris knows his name means crazy .

smbridgie is applying at smsteinie. i'm smhappy.

and smtired.

i think i'm going to go. early smorning tomorrow.

i love thunderstorms.

amber's surprise party was tons-o-fun. from the karaoke to the foreign accents, it was a stupendous evening.

last night i got lost. thanks, puffle. i can't remember the last time i walked into the wrong house or laughed so hard.

today is blah. it looks like it's going to rain, so i guess i won't be getting a tan before senior pictures, round two.

vbs starts tomorrow. woot for planting on the farm.

time to get started on that pile of summer reading.

i woke up and thought about you.
just layed there for an hour, two hours, forever
and thought about what it was like to kiss you.

i woke up and thought about you
and how we could have avoided this whole mess
and how i never would've loved you if we had.

where did you go?

"pleeease remember me."

today is my funday, though it isn't sunday (i never understood that lyric).

first up is lunch out with puff daddy to catch up on things, then we'll swing by and pick up what's-her-face (only kidding, heather; of course i remember your name.) and go see the new harry potter movie. i'm looking forward to doing a non-school f(r)unction thing with smbridget. i do believe it'll be a first. well, maybe second or third, but you get the point.

later on i'll sit outside and tan my hide. if i'm retaking pictures, i may as well look completely fake and brown.

then tonight i'm going out to dinner at the world-famous question mark chateau with the nolts.

i finally found some decent pictures of me on my mom's camera, so i sent then to paige, who is TOTALLY HOT. i can't wait to see her this summer; boy i cannot wait bt i love you townhouse nurses rock clinical all day bt i love you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

so hopefully alicia is going to call me because the movie starts in an hour.

i'm going to go think about it really hard so it'll happen, just like in the apex stories.

santa paige is coming to town.

wow. my senior pictures came out muy horrible, but that bad news came after spending the morning shopping and bugging alicia at work.

it hasn't rained yet today. for this i am sad.

time to get ready for laundry hour.

hello. my name is computer, and i don't like to work right now.

tonight we're going over to the hussin abode to partake in the hockey enjoyment.

other than that, i've got nothing.

the sat went well, i do believe. then again, i said that last time and i wound up taking it again.

we shall see.

jim's party was spifferific, and he seemed to be amused by my "present," if you will. i'm just sad that he'll be gone all summer. oh, well; you win some, you lose most.

bickety-bam. i have regained possession of my yearbook. it was worth waiting two weeks just to have "sheepage" written in it.

oh, and the sweetest thing ever, besides.

man, do you remember the days by the old school-yard? (this is where dustin chimes in and we continue to make up lyrics because no one knows what is said other than "do you remember the days by the old school-yard?")

it feels like it's been months since school let out.

if you need an umbrella, come by steinmart and buy a jelly brelly. i'll even pay you back in full if you pop the handle.

it's come to my attention that a blog is a very stupid idea, and i must agree to some extent on this observation. i never write in depth about how i feel; i just discuss things that happen, but rarely my reaction to these events.

why is this stupid? i have an entire archive of entries - long, emotional, personal entries - about absolutely nothing in particular that happened, but about how i'm feeling.

actually, that's a lie. i used to have an entire archive before my computer got sick, died, and was resurrected by schroeder the great.

anyways, my point is this: yeah, it's crazy that someone would write about their own self and their own reactions to everyday life and then post it on the internet for all the world to read (with aim profile linking action!). the reason i keep an online journal is for my own enjoyment. the fact that some of my friends get a kick out of it just makes me update it on a regular basis.

now that i have justified what will in a few months be a year of blogging on one superblog, i leave.

goodnightway.

what a nice guy.

isn't it funny to be naked? i always laugh when someone tells me they aren't wearing any clothes. it just never seems right.

i went shopping with amber today - clothed, mind you. it was grand fun. and now i smell like sweet pea.

i can't wait until next year. mmm. seniors.

publish post.

happy birthday, mom!

sorry for dropping all the pekkles - "i didn't know!" but truly, what does it all mean?