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?

"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.

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.

yearbooks are fun for everyone.

especially when you update during school.

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.

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.

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.

sorry about that.

now that i got the computer to semi-work, i have absolutely nothing to say.

bananas.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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 .

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.

happy birthday, fezzeroni!
looks kind of like pepperoni, but more fezzie.

anywho, it's actually quite nice outside. i would be tempted to sit out, but i'd freeze, much like i did when i jumped in the pool in february.

i mean, didn't jump in the pool in february.

time to work on that homework.

hello. my name is unstressful day, and i'm greatly appreciated by everyone.

today was bee you tee full, and that van morrison song was stuck in my head the whole time. of course, none of my spreadsheet formulas were correct (close, but not correct.), but no matter, starshines; great day nonetheless.

tonight i'm heading back up to school to help with snhs inductions.

"class was over and the bell rang, but the teacher would only let the hispanics leave. it truly was a cuban dismissal crisis." -jim

amber is renting three kittens.

at once.

kittens.

three of them.

with fur.

i think i'm going to cry.

the large coil is still in my front yard. i'm really hoping it's rusty iron.

voy.

hey. look at me. it's 6:35 in the a-m, and i'm playing word whomp.

hi. let me tell you a story.

it's not cool to throw pennies at girls.

fin.

on to other matters.

we have officially ended the notes portion of the rocket-craziness unit in engineering and have now moved on to actually making rockets. ...!

on an even greater note, i almost collided (yeah. it would've been great.) with the absolute most gorgeous guy after seventh period. didn't happen, though. probably because i was one second too late. his girlfriend was there, anyways, so i doubt we would have made out or gotten married or anything.

drat. it would've been a damn vulpine* move, too.

i love new york city. oh, yeah. new york city.

bednight says hi.

and now she says bye, not unlike me.

*m-w's word of the day.

diet vanilla pepsi and fruit roll-ups are my new best friends.

on to other matters, going back to school wasn't so bad. except when i couldn't stop coughing in fifth period, but it was ok, because the girl in front of me always has her hair all over my desk; my hacking merely evened the score.

i gave b her birthday present this morning. i'm glad she liked it, because it would have sucked if she didn't.

and i doubt i would've given her the receipts anyways.

there is either rusty iron or a large coil of dog shit in my front yard.

ooh. dad got paint on the desk. i'll bet mom will be mad about that.

rachel lives in a van down by the river.

that's all that's on my mind and all that will be revealed through mi bloggo. have a wonderful afternoon, lovely people.

never eat at tusca bella.

ever.

other than that, the evening was most enjoyable.

rachel should be over soon to go fish shopping, so i shall end my little postie here.

have a pleasant day.

alright.

tonight i'm going oot to have some fun. dinner and a movie and some good old-fashioned high heels are on the schedule.

tomorrow i'm going fish shopping with rachel. did you know she can speak squirrel? surprise.

i have nails now. it's quite different being able to scratch things.

i'll be working tomorrow night, so if anyone needs to buy an initial barret, i'm your girl.

jessica simpson is really stupid. probably the only reason i watch mtv is to make fun of her.
"is this fish or chicken? i mean, i know it's tuna, but the can said chicken by the sea."

now that i've randomed my way through another entry, i'll smell you later.

time to update. half-days rock my socks. after school, i went out to lunch with my mom at chili's. yum. then we sat outside and tanned. hopefully i'm going to see antigone tonight. yay for drama! hey. how about this "no paragraph" thing? like it? me too. the pinks gets tired of pushing enter all the time, so i thought i'd give her a break. marlin brando was hot. steamy. delicious. aaw. midnight looks so cute right now. she's on the desk and furry and everything. if you had to be an animal, what would you be? i would be a bird so i could fly all the heck over and poop on people. i met a dog i truly liked today. in a jewelery store. and he was BIG. go figure. well, i'm done with my unstructuredness. i leave you to love. -moo

ps: rachel and carrie (i know i spelled your name incorrectly. appologies.) equal rock. that was definately the highlight of my day.

i am too sick to do anything of interest this weekend, so i don't have much to update you on.

i have most of dana's birthday present. if you know what color her room is, let me know.

i watched the mask tonight. oh, jim carrey. how i love you so.

the schutz tried (again) to talk me into taking bc calculus next year. i'm glad i held my ground, because in second period chris provided our history corner with functions relating a bc calc student as a function of free time.

yes. student equals function. don't you just love school?

once again, joni mitchell is stuck in my head, and it's not even a chelsea morning, partly because there are no chelseas aqui, and partly because it's 10:13 in the p of m.

b-b-b-blinded by the light. stand up on the jukebox at a quarter to the five. blinded by the light!

st. paddy's day is wednesday, along with kelly's seventeenth birthday.

i thought it was a big deal when i turned twelve on the twelfth of may. now, why? i don't know, but i'll bet if you were born on the same month number as date (ie: 1/1, 2/2, 3/453), it would be pretty nifty.

nifty in the fifties.

fabulous fifties.

i sold one of the green stone frog sets today. it made me nuts.

let me explain. the green stone frog sets are exactly what they sound like - green stones ("stones" because i have no idea what the hell they're made of.) embedded in sterling silver and one giant, sterling frog per piece. we have pendants, rings, bangles, and (the worst) chain-ish bracelets with a frog on just one of the five or six stones that are hooked together to complete the piece of sixty-dollar crap.

anywho, sucker bought it for i'm guessing around $200. and we've got stock. i'll have to promote them at school in my spare time.

well, i'm tired as me.

i end abrup

so b and me made up today. it was quite simple, really, as i knew it would be. it's nice to be friends again.

tomorrow is question marks (winkerydoo), but i'll be at work from 10:00 to 5:00 in case anyone needs to buy something.

ok. i just mean "visit me."

mmm. apples.

i have absolutely nothing to say.

yeah. it's still cool to not be a sophomore.

haha for young frankenstein.

my dad is coming home today. yay!

my sister is in new york for spring break. i just got off the phone with her. she offered to buy me some penis hair clips.

hi. my name is the sky, and i look like crap today.

that's about it. if you want to buy me some nifty pens for no reason at all, i would be more than thankful.

toodlios.

revised:

list of with-it (in no particular order, of course):
1. dream
2. james
3. rachel
4. andrew

if you just sent me an e-mail, check your inbox (hintaroo).

love and kisses.

appologies. rachel e-mailed me.

list of with-it:
1. rachel
2. andrew

support your local doodle!

i guess no one but my dear, beloved andrew reads this anymore (what's up, 'drew.). le sigh.

even still, if anyone else happs upon my bloggie mcbloggerton, you can still join in on the horror flick fun.

launch date: [this weekend].
where: our house ("... in the end of our street.").
bring: your hot bod, and definately not my sister. oh, and any good scary movies (pg-13 and under, loves.).
wear: clothing (please. for the love of pete, wear SOMETHING.).
expect: ketchup and guts.

let me know if saturday sounds good, because that's probably when it will be, because sunday isn't a good day for screaming.

this concludes our broadcast day.

today was a day.

i got home and washed the cars, and then i swam.

ok. so maybe i just jumped in, remembered that it's only march, and made a doodle-line for the pool steps. either way, i had to swim to get out.

oh, shut up.

my dad left for erie this morning. he's already used up three of his six days home this month.

le sigh.

i'm out of things to say.

pocket beaver, away!

(going for three.)

it was brought to my attention last friday, after having made a certain comment, that i "... think everyone is cute."

immediate reaction: defence. but upon reflection, i realize that yes, i do indeed think most guys are cute, and i can't say even my girl friends aren't (the three famous adjectives) "hot, sexy, and good-looking." winky mcwinkerton.

so, starshines, if you have a face, you're lovely to look at.

have a peachy evening.

also, if anyone is up for a horror flick night this weekend, let me know.

i'm kind of headachie right now, so i'm going to make this a quickie:

our tuesday [rohn-day-VOO] was quite enjoyable, and breakfast with amber this morning was equally as fabulous. be sure to buy our new video, just mobycizing it .

ah. not to be an underclassman...

"how tall are you, maggie?"
"five-eightish. why?"
"i didn't know they stacked shit that high."

i'm in love with mrs. angert and her angry angriness. all my love goes out to her.

time to study, and by study, i mean fall asleep on purpose.

i was called in to work tonight. that was a party, my friends.

tomorrow el grupo is going to meet at perkins at 9:00 am because we, the champions of the world, do NOT have to take the f kitty this year. or next year. or ever again.

success.

back to things, my family went to gainesville yesterday to visit my sister. we talked about me staying up there for a weekend. that would be (again, pulling a dustin.) teh r0x0r.

you know how someone gives you this weird look once and you can't tell if you're disgusting or pleasing to their eye, but you notice them either criticizing you or checking you out ALL THE TIME after you first notice it? that ever happen to you?

yeah. me neither.

time to work on homework and keep in correspondence with my "amigo de la red."

goodnight, faithful few.

i went over to rachel's tonight. a-drew, j-im, r-chel, and i had a howling good time. so much so that rachel's stoner neighbor wanted to join us in our haze 'o fun.

work was workie.

my family and i are going to gainesville tomorrow to visit princie. free entertainment.

i-slash-my mom bought some really cool shoes today. they're comfy and cool and, like any good pair of sneaks, "acid green."

speaking of green, my buddy didn't show yesterday, so i spent a good part of my friday in bloody cold weather totally NOT having a budday. i almost ditched it for schutz. no joke.

three weeks from today, i leave for arizona. success.

next time i eat at panera for lunch, my name is going to be "surprise." that way, when my food is ready, they'll say, "surprise, your order's ready. surprise." it that monotone voice. just like that. without any exclamation marks.

ROCK AND ROLL, READERS! ROCK AND ROLL!

time to sleep. again. like i always do. at night. like the non-nocturnal beast i am.

rar.

[p. s. : dracula, you rock.]

yay for special olympics!

lent is here to rock my socks. if you're reading this, thanks, because i know you didn't click on the link in my profile. which means you probably have saved my journal on your favorites. which means your family has access to it at all times. which also means that you're just kind of strange. which means that we're probably really good friends.

so, thanks.

i started receiving my spanish e-mails from adam, el doble muchacho. this is going to be one fun assignment, i tell you.

one. fun. assignment.

we have to make abc books in english for catch that catcher . i'm looking forward to drawing.

that last part was me pulling a dustin. you see, i typed what would be the html code for sarcasm, except it was actually edited in. i feel a revolution coming on...

i'm going to see draaaaaaaaaaaaaaculaaaaaaaaaaaaaa tonight. too bad everyone else is going on friday. maybe something cool will happen on the opening night, though, like the real dracula will pop out of the audience and release his terror upon the jerry skora auditorium.

that's right. he'll suck the walls.

look. i'm american eagle: æ.

i'm going to sleep for a time. goodnight, studmuffins.


[nurtle-puss.]

my sister turns twenty-one tomorrow, but since i may not be able to update (and since the real party starts at midnight, and since i already wrote this once and it was deleted), i shall do my dedication now.

"erin. oh. i heard about her. her parents think she's still too young to make a pizza..."

exscuse me, 'scuse me! i said, "listen up!"

...

thank you, strawberry puppy.

now, where was i? oh, right. i was going to call me a cab. "hey, man. you're a cab." "i hmm have a hmm hunch that this is going to hmm be a very something yaddy yadda." talkin' 'bout joy! midnight says hi: "mrow!" [giggle, giggle.] so does the kitty in the teapot (poor guy!).

ok. so here's the deal: i already got you a present, but i figured you'd like a nice smack in the tooth with the noodle-pot. in case you still aren't satisfied, i can step on your foot and give you a baseball bruise, and then slam your face in the door (which, i swear, never happened).

still not pleased? well, too bad, 'cause ya retaaded!

mister chellini! you don't say it - you SING it! chelllllEEEneee!

hey. remember that time that we broke up before the prom and you told everyone that i was gay? ok. just checking.

"i see yeeves of greeEEN! frowers, too! YA YA YA!"

"mawwage... is for all those who wanna peanut."

"he lives in you! [bed-flip] (heya! in de meadow! heya!) [crash] he lives in me! (heya! in de meadow! he-..." "GIRLS?! WHAT'S GOING ON IN THERE?!" "TEE HEE HEE! POOP!"

"bu-hut, ouh - those su-hummer niiiii-hiiiiiiiiiights!"

i bought you a giant microbe for your birfday. happy? ...damn. i guess i should've lugged home the arielle rock instead.

mom might make you something - dare i say it? - DELICIOUS when we come up on sunday, but only if you promise not to say "faggot." ok, faggot? did ya herrd me, faggot? alright, faggot. maybe if you ask real nice, she'll make you pancakes, you toad-faced frump.

have fun consuming alcohol, and i'll have fun watching lifetime .

love and kisses,
dood

[well, bless your heart!]

"she'll be cutting it until seven-o-ten."

erin left yesterday afternoon. le sigh. mi casa solitaria...

today was a club day. i'm already done with my homework, so it looks like a law and order night tonight. let me know if you're up for synchronized watching.

my mommy bought some eyeball cookies today. scrumptulescent.

on the subject of my sister, she's going to be twenty-funning-one in two days. i remember her telling me the world would sink by the time i was sixteen. it hasn't happened yet, but i'd probably still believe it if she told me it would happen next year.

hi. i'm dork.

time for din-din.

pocket beavers, away!

the sun fluttered down like a forgotten summer love, and i stretched my arms above my head to catch every ray.

it was one of those pretty days when you think of all you want to do and all you dream of aspiring to. it was one of those lost days when you forget about tomorrow and think about trees and fields of laughter. it was one of those obligationless days when you know you'll have piles of stress to overcome that night, but you simply don't care.

doors slammed all around me, and lovebugs sang me their rendition of a swan song.

yes, the day was beautiful, and it felt like pins and needles when i opened my eyes where once it felt like broken glass - add six months, and i'll always change my mind.

if ever i thought it should have ended, i'm glad i overcame it - i live for moments like these.

for it's high, high, high diddle-diddle.

my feet are soft. like kittens. minus the fur. so they're rex-like.

i'm wearing summery clothes to work today ("february? what?"). so if you happen to be in the area, steinmart and myself would greatly appreciate a visitaroo. props to andrew for needing a baret.

i could continue, but i can't so i won't.

love and kisses.

"watching irish dancing makes me feel funny inside."

i love my friends.

i saw the saddest thing tonight. a little girl was all dressed up like she had come from church or a party or some function where she was being "presented." she saw me and started to walk towards me, so i said, "hey, there. big shopper, aren't we?"

she just kept on smiling and walking in my direction.

i probably said something else of the same caliber of stupidity, but i don't remember what it was.

but then her dad came up and grabbed her hand, and they started walking away, with the kid just staring at me the whole time and the sweetest smile on her face.

it's just a shame to dress a kid up on a friday night.

e-mail from my sister:
"let's see how the LUPINE feels today!
dead dead deaddead, dead deaddeaddeaddeaddeaddeeeeeeead
she .. is.. dead!
HER species was OVEREATEN!"

goodnight.

wow. it's been quite a few days since i last updated. what shall i dazzle you with today?

my sister is coming home tomorrow. "heya, in the meadow; heya."

while watching the first hour of seven last night, i was reminded of my dear friend, dream park. and why would i think of a sweet little korean during a movie about the seven deadly sins and red, gross murder? you tell me.

my kitty is fond of onions.

have you ever been so pissed off at someone that you let them ruin your day without your telling them how pissed you were, so you just wound up sitting in your own pile of... pissiness for a good fraction of the day, just to prove a point that the object of your hatred didn't care to notice anyways?

yeah. me neither.

on a brighter note, it's sunny.

today was a sleepy day. i woke up entirely too late, and did entirely nothing of much significance.

except i hung out with my mommie. that was cool.

then i baked a cheesecake for three hours. that was exciting.

then i went online. that was now.

then i checked my email. that was nothing important.

then i shut up.

how many things did maggie count tonight?

the upside of a trillion, my friends.

ok. just kidding. i'm working inventory tonight at 6:00.

i pissed a little short lady off last night because i didn't see her and, therefore, didn't help her. she wanted me fired. i swear to gosh i never once saw her. that made me laugh. until i found out what she called me. then i was glad i didn't see her, or i would have gotten fired.

i went out to lunch today with alicia. her new lucky number is three hundred and sixty billion five million three trillion and nine hundred thousand billion. she's spechal.

so how was everyone's valentine's day? lemme noe!!!

merriam-webster's word of the day friday was flapdoodle. get ready; it'll be overused.

time to study for the sat.


[p. s. : i love my kitty.]

este manana, mi madre y mi padre me dio un regalo en espanol. me rei mucho, porque... pues, somos guerros. muy guerros.

es una manana muy hermosa.

anoche, voy a trabajar. terri no me llamo ayer; no voy a trabajar domingo por la noche.

sucededo!

adios, mis paraguas muy bonitos!

and now i'm at home.

el groupo is meeting at cici's for some pizza fun before heading over to school. again.

so it's time for blushing:

someone bought me an anonymous ad (...?) in the school newspaper. it reads: "maggie, stay beautiful, stay awesome, stay single. -anonymous."

a few of my friends ("a ton of people," according to chris) know who this mysterious character is, yet refuse to clue me in. i heard that whoever it was sent it because they read something i posted here regarding valentine's day (a negative comment, no doubt.).

so, i reply:

dear anonymous,
thanks. that brightened my day immensely. i don't know who you are (and maybe it should stay that way), but it was muchly appreciated. happy valentine's day!
-who else?

and since i'm feeling quite hip-hoppin' happy, happy valentine's day to all my faithful readers. i hope you enjoy it.

unless your name is b. then you can go to hell.

have a peachy day!

i'm in school right now. as some would say, "elite."

anywho, tonight is the talent show. i don't know if we're going out beforehand (or after, for that matter), but oh well.

i have no homework this weekend. rock.

on a completely different note, i go to school with some of the biggest idiots in the world. see andrew's site for details.

too much candy. i'm going to implode.

we had to read our sonnets. out loud. in front of the whole class. how did i know that would happen?

because i'm magical, of course.

the bell sounds. i leave.

adieu.

apparently my rollieness is baffling. look it up, my friends.

inventory is this sunday. i volunteered to work. mistake? we shall see.

tomorrow is talent show night. needless to say, i'm not going to be performing. amber suggested a blue party party before the evening of talent, so it looks to be oodles of fun.

i scored 9 points out of 10 on the free response for the biology test. my supports were found within the multiple choice questions i had just answered.

miracles happen.

and then you die.

anywho, the sonnetness is done, and i may get to watch a glorious law and order .

le sigh.

my sonnet went sonnetly. care to read?

"Your words are a bubbling brook of laughter
Even when dark truths I confess.
The position that I so faithfully run after
Leads me to where I swore not to regress.
Heartache ensues when dies a true love.
It is impossible to cry one tear too many,
For when we discover the hand hidden by glove,
We realize our skin is as sensitive as any,
Our hearts are as fallible as the words we say,
Our trust equally deceived by truth as by lie.
But when the sun blinds me with revelation each day,
I find a new motive to unknot the tie.
I have dreams and ambitions and plans to survive.
This ugly disaster will find me alive."

yeah. beauty, i know; i know. save the praise for later, darlings. i must finish this post.

do kittens make anyone else cry?

now i'm done.

goodnightway.

i tried to do something cool with my hair this morning, but apparantly i failed. just like got to be to make a fool out of me.

jim was rollie today.

either a very particular bird crapped on my car, or my friends unsuccessfully tagged it. either way, it came off very easily, and my teeth are extra white.

the f-kitty is a lot funner when you don't have to take it, especially if you're eating twizzlers and playing uno the whole 84 minutes.

three day weekends make me giggle.

also, paige is turning into a big girl in a few days. my yitto paigie-poo.

i love this whole not having homework thing.

time to go write another sonnet.

and, yes; i do realize that the last two statements contradict each other.

i woke up and decided that today would be a wonderful, beautiful day.

and would you know it?

it was.

irony of the day: jussy messages me and asks for melissa's phone number. i go into my room get my phone book, and the radio is playing "the boys are back in town."

wee-oo.

plan for today: finish aaa's crazy homework assignment and go to try-outs at 4:00.

needless to say, i'm terribly horribly busy today. don't bother trying to reach me. i'll be out for a grand total of less than one hour.

[the big "you die."]

who's ready for the oxygen commercials to stop?

i went to work today and almost made a puddle of sick thinking about a certain item in the break room vending machine. i can't even say it without wanting to splat.

after work, i met my family at church. we stayed after for a yum-o spaghetti din-din, where kj dropped a plate full of meatballs on me.

ok. so it was an untainted noodle, but same difference.

now i am sitting here thinking about aloneness and valentines day, and how the two don't mix very well.

NOT.

my plans for the fourteenth: wake up whenever the heck i want to, take a nice, long shower (fully clothed, of course), and go to work. no obligations to anyone. life's peachy.

the van dyke light is working. go figure.

boohbah makes me feel like one craaaaaaaazy mofo - "mofo" meaning "crackhead."

meep! mop! ork! aa-aa! and that means i am out!

like woah.

i went to the fair today with amber, kelly, christy, graham, jim, andrew, daniel, and chris. it was very fun. and hot. and pukey.

but i really did have a good time. i'm glad i went. i have awesome friends.

however, i am now a redneck. literally. but no matter - it's funny.

i went to work tonight, and flavia (see story at bottom) helped me move things around. i love not being the new girl.

tomorrow i'm working in the morning (success!), so hopefully i'll be able to do something at night. not that i have plans or anything nice like that, but it's fun to have options. because i'm a fun kind of maggs.

my parents are having card night right here, right now. hence, i endure.

i'm tired, though, and out of things to say.

smoke off.

megan: is flavia in kids'?
rachel: yeah. what did you call her last week?
megan: flabavio or something.
rachel: you're going to hell.

as of last night, i am a blue party member. if allowed, i'm going to make up an office to run for: organizer.

and what do i plan on organizing? you ask.

why, the best senior class prank ever, of course. (details to be posted later.)

the analysis quiz was as easy as 3.1415926535 8979323846 2643383279 5028841971 6939937510 5820974944 5923078164 0628620899 8628034825 3421170679 8214808651 3282306647 0938446095 5058223172 5359408128 4811174502 8410270193 8521105559 6446229489 5493038196 4428810975 6659334461 2847564823 3786783165 2712019091 4564856692 3460348610 4543266482 1339360726 0249141273 7245870066 0631558817 4881520920 9628292540 9171536436 7892590360 0113305305 4882046652 1384146951 9415116094 3305727036 5759591953 0921861173 8193261179 3105118548 0744623799 6274956735 1885752724 8912279381 8301194912 9833673362 4406566430 8602139494 6395224737 1907021798 6094370277 0539217176 2931767523 8467481846 7669405132 0005681271 4526356082 7785771342 7577896091 7363717872 1468440901 2249534301 4654958537 1050792279 6892589235 4201995611 2129021960 8640344181 5981362977 4771309960 5187072113 4999999837 2978049951 0597317328 1609631859 5024459455 3469083026 4252230825 3344685035 2619311881 7101000313 7838752886 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i'm ashamed to admit that i was watching newlyweds. even more so to admit that i was entertained. they make jessica simpson seem so stupid. not that i think it's far from the truth or anything.

we have to write sonets in english. i'm going to dedicate mine to fred savage.

i'm off to spend my evening looking for strippers and flashlights.

nanana.

graham: soccer's pretty hard on the old shin-shins.
me: ...?
graham: i'm japanese, remember?

now that i've got the funny out of the way, time for a dedication to my favorite leetle fren.


dear dream,

pork and :) said they were sorry they couldn't make it to school today, but they wanted me to tell you "nanana. "

so, dream: nanana.

mr. schutz told me to give you a fun assignment in learning to draw ellipses, even though i never saw anything wrong with the ones you made.

aaa wants you to love america on your birthday. up for some flag-waving tonight, hmm?

mrs. pardo told me to tell you something funny, probably having to do with writing an essay. yeah. that's definately the funny thing she told me to tell you to do on your birthday.

m-sol suggested that if your head is made out of rice, you shouldn't boil it. especially not once your 17; then it could be fatal.

mr. murray wants you to do some homework with your best friends, the protists, and learn about cell invagination.

or sleep. whichever.

now that i've given you everyone's messages, i shall leave.

happy twelfth birthday, dream!

heart,
catfish helmet

me: you need it on both of them.
jason: you need it on birth control?

it was one of those days where it looked like it was going to rain during fourth period but wound up being sunny and happy after seventh.

you know. one of those "go figure" days.

i just found out that the teacher andrew rode his bike into last year was triple-a. that makes me want to pee myself. "i laughed until i cried! thought my pants would never dry!"

it took me and chuck a considerable amount of time to figure out that you cannot tape the servo upside-down to make it turn the other way. needless to say, we're still working on things.

that's all the exciting information i have for you today. toodles.

second period:
"hey. you guys are nazis."
"?"
"everyone in your row has blue eyes and light hair."
row order: sweeney, me, reid.

third period:
"now you're in unity day row!"
row order: angela, ayla, dream, me, marisol.

and more:

at same time:
marisol: you're so mean to me all the time! every day! gosh, laura!
mrs. pardo: i put your homework assignment on the board. technically, it isn't due until wednesday, though.

not at the same time:
mrs. pardo: ... you will be reading-
marisol: you're mean!

well, that last one would have been funnier if you had been there.

anywho, our door into the mystical land of never-never is up and running. or, at least it should be. we aren't too sure how to trigger it, so it'll be flashlight-fun tomorrow.

today is beautiful. it was so rainy all weekend, and today it finally looks alive.

dream is my valentine. in a very homosexual way.

well, that's about all the news for today. adieu.

by the way, when the heck did the first half of our junior year sneak by?

it's februrary, for pete's sake!

me: so, tell kim i said hi, ok?
erin: ...
me: ok?
erin: oh. sorry. i was thinking about something else.
me: ...
erin: no, no. i was making all the smiley faces on aim.

"you got some bread? good. now we can make french fries!"

friday night was fundous. just before the store closed, jim, andrew, sweeney, sweeney's friend, and craig dropped by. a few minutes later, dustin, dream, amber, and chris came in. that definately made me not feel so losery for missing chilli's.

after work, i met amber at the mall, but only after sifting through the mob pimply twelve year-olds. we saw cheaper by the dozen ; i didn't feel like having to think about the ending.

girls' night out ended with girls' night in.

saturday morning:
"you have a million clocks."
"i know."
"oh my gosh! it's 11:50 already! i'm going to be late! ...hey. that one says it's only 11:30. and that one says that it's almost 1:00. ...?"
"we're a weird family."

not that i can't account for strawberry puppies.

yesterday i figured my schedule, and it looks as though i'll be working the night of the fourteenth. of course, i was bummed, but now that i think about it, it's a good thing; maybe it'll keep me from getting depressed. about not having a boyfriend. who defaces his girlfriend until she's just "that one in the skirt." and doesn't speak much of her personality. or take the funning sat.

yeah. real depressed i'll be.

GAG.

so i'll be at work that night. drop by and make my day.

and now it's time to finish some long put-off homework. wish me concentration.