a roayl engagement, indeed.

so, i just saw the second-best movie of all time. was it terrific? it was terrific.

tonight i will be participating in calculus, round ii. tickets are still available.

in case there was any confusion, i am engaged to michael phelps. sweeney believes she is, but alas it is love scorned for her.

not much else has happened today, so i don't have much to update on (in case you couldn't already tell).

snootchie bootchies.

margaret and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

ok. so maybe it wasn't that bad, but you know.

i've begun to make plans for may the twelfth, and i think i want to go to club inifinity. sound good?

there's no excuses my friend; let's push things forward.

time to go.

it hasn't started to rain yet and i'm only slightly anxious and nervous, so i figured i would calm my nerves by saying something useless.

british rap is probably the funniest thing i have ever heard in my life. take for example the streets. i highly recommend you download something by them so we can have a nice conversation about this at a later time.

of course, this is assuming that we totally won't lose power for a few days.

this is also assuming that we're alive at a later time.

only slightly anxious, like i said.

alise: if you pooped ice cream, would you eat it?
i really didn't know how to answer.

i don't think steinmart will be open tomorrow either.

there's no excuses my friend; let's push things forward.

it looks creepy outside.

how about a poem? hmm? would that be nice?

"Sunspot"
Blisters and the summer -
Oh, it's always such a perfect match.
Bleeding in infinity
For the heartbreak that we know shall come,
And when the hour for ending
Again does hatch,
You will realize that our swansong
Shall never be done.

This beauty we share
Will always last.
Blisters and the summer -
What a crystal match.

in the few seconds it took me to copy and paste the above, it turned gray as hell. i'm out.

you're in my prayers.

the return of the jim

so maybe it's a bit more serious than i originally thought. everyone was freaking out about the hurricane -whichever one it is - and i thought it was odd.

until i realized that it was coming straight for hillsborough.

so, this will most likely be my last post for a few days, at least.

if you're in pleasant weather, count your blessings, because i just may get a reclinada through the living room window as a nice afternoon present.

hurricane party.

i usually don't do the whole caps thing, nor am i particularly fond of exclamation points, but i've got one thing and one thing only to say:

YES!!!

hurricane party.

so, who doesn't want school to be cancelled on friday?

anyone?

that's what i thought.

pd2 came out today. i was going to see it with puffie, but i couldn't. apparently we'll have conflicting schedules for the rest of our lives, so i'll get around to renting it when i'm eighty.

in other news, i still sit somewhat next to bridget in economics. isn't it odd how that works out?

dad, on calculus: don't drink and derive.

does anyone else dislike making outlines as much as i do?

i think that's it.

goodnightway.

magic rub version calc2.0

me: in one class, three people read l.o.t.r.
mom: what's that?
me: and you call yourself my mother. it's lord of the rings. how about r.o.t.k.?
mom: i don't know.
me: return of the king. ...m.m.k.?
mom: something something king.
me: margaret mary kennedy!

red satin satan suit.

anyways. like i was saying.

in the morning:
i held one very enlightening conversation with the kirbs, one of my favorites. we had our senior assembly. i finally saw melissa and we got to talk all the way to the bottom middle end. i will have second period with bridget all year, which is cool because bridget is cool. economics is easy and chell. we must present our english report tomorrow and then i will be done with candide forever. i want to make a rifle for my engineering project. i love calculus.

in the afternoon:
i still love calculus, but not the games you have to play at the beginning of the school year to remember students' names which you will ultimately forget anyways. i'm excited about psychology and i think it will be a very interesting class. dana and i talked for about twenty minutes straight today and that totally made the rest of my afternoon, which was spent working, themeing, and - my personal favorite - sleeping.

a young mister nerdsmal.

today was pretty great. i have a gigantic headache right now, so i'll have to tell you about it later.

until then, it's homework time.

mmm. lockers.

leather face

terrific weekend.

no joke.

eep.

well, i guess that's that for summer.

i know you are reading this. i also know you know how to play pool. if you have patience and are free tomorrow night, let me know that, too, by calling me before 1:30 tomorrow.

as for now, i'm bored. i was talked out of getting the order, and no one is home. good grief fry day!

yes, the above comment was for my sissy.

i'm such a dork.

i don't want to be an algebran.

so this is what my schedule looks like:

first: ap european history
second: economics honors / vietnam war history
third: ap literature
fourth: engineering 2
fifth: ap calculus ab
sixth: sociology / humanities i
seventh: ap psychology

the only class i don't know anyone in is sociology, and that's only a wimpy semester long.

yeah. it's going to be a good year.

how was everyone's day?

the end of the innocense.

...or summer.

and it's been raining all day, so i cleaned the house.

rachel is supposedly in tampa right this very minute, but since i have no clue where in tampa she is, nor can i possibly get in touch with her, i don't know if i'll wind up seeing her or not.

on another note, is anyone up for a scary movie night? let me know soon, because i'm in dire need to rent something creepy.

in fact, it's a good afternoon for that kind of thing.

"i do believe in spooks. i do, i do, i do believe in spooks."

i'm off to visit my lover at blockbuster.

maybe that's where rachel is...

too bad.

i'm going to keep the titles anyways. if everyone hates them, it's all the more reason to go with it.

one more day until the end of the endless summer. my final thoughts: this is it. next year, people will be busy doing family ish and starting college in the summer. i hope i didn't waste a day of it, but i know that either way i enjoyed every minute.

in all honesty, i can't wait for thursday. i can wait for the rest of the year, but not for thursday.

i really have nothing to say.

candidnt

i've been reading aaaaaaaall afternoon by candle light, by jewel light, if only you will stay.

tonight is employee night after closing. if you want me to buy you something, let me know. note: you must either pay me in advance or have my trust, or it won't happen.

tomorrow, i'm boss. i find it funny that i have to hand the job over to someone else because i'll be going back to high school.

mom, on why she needs nectarines: the nectarines make it sweet.
me: like me?
mom: nope.

i'm gone.

titles.

i decided to try that out. let me know if it's gay or not.

on why i love kurreeuns.

dream: i love mr. schutz. i mean... oh, crap.

another rilo kiley fan jumps on the popcorn wagon. anyone else care to join?

it was pretty busy at work and i got kind of sick (physically, emotionally, literally, and every other -lly you can think of) towards the end. just before i was about to lose it, meghan came back and i high-tailed it out of that joint.

that's about all i can say for today. it was great until recently, and i have no idea why.

the cow humped over the moon.

goodbye, ruby tuesday. steinmart loses another one.

i'm terri next week. i need to step-up the complaint level. also, i need to lose about a million pounds and gain a foreign accent.

i'm up for the challenge.

the simon challenge, that is.

dream sure does love boogers.

oh. oh. oh. i can't believe i almost forgot to tell you: john kerry (yes; THE john kerry) sent a handwritten letter to my dad. i feel so special living in a house where a kerry letter resides.

don't you just love election year? the big guys get together and think of brilliant things they can waste their money on, like special fonts that look like handwriting or the most staged kodak moments you'll ever see in your life. we still have the authentic george and laura bush picture they took in front of... someplace, but that won't swing the vote.

did anyone else laugh when they saw that picture on schutz's bulletin board? i nearly peed myself. in fact, i'm pretty sure i did.

i totally had a terrific day.

hi. my name is nonsequential order.

the big n. o.

i want to go home.

when the truth is found to be lies and all the joy within you dies, don't you want somebody to love? don't you need somebody to love? wouldn't you love somebody to love?

you better find somebody to love.

uuuv.

happy birthday to my favorite balls.

raar!

ok.

monday night: saw spiderman dos.   terrific movie.

then the group minus dream went out to steak and shuffle, where andrew gave me janitor bear in the exclusive ecolab series.

tuesday, i knocked out a quarter of the ap european homework in the morning and went to work in the afternoon. rachel visited me and we made plans to do some (not-so) serious packing after i signed out. andrew stopped by later and we chortled over the true purpose of fashion tape.

that night, we threw two vases, a sock, and some bread into the pond at rachel's apartment, and we all discovered andrew cannot spell "murder."

rud rum.

today i took a tour at uf, home of the gators and (hopefully) the future home of me. after the tour, we met up with my sister for an hour or so.

surprise. she's going to california in a week.

i came home and left promptly to buy something neat for graham and something else that's neat for alan. i wonder if it's cool to share your birthday with someone.

sorry for leaving my away message on all day yesterday or monday or whenever that was. i don't think that's a particularly hip thing to do.

also, i will never see alicia again. it seems as though she is permanently on vacation.

if anyone by chance reads this and wants to hang out tonight or tomorrow morning (what am i saying?), let me know. i'm fond of spontaneatousity at the moment.

bye.

what a wonderful day. nothing even happened and it was great.

i love being optimistic.

how about you?

i am such an idiot.

you know what i just realized?

school starts in two weeks.

if you're a complete and utter loser like those nuts who make calendars and believe that the week begins on sunday, then school starts next week.

either way, the summer is over.

100% excited, 50% reluctant.

today was great.

i woke up late, decided that i should get up, and fell back asleep for another hour.

i went outside for a while to soak up the sun and did my nails in this horribly loud shade of red.

i worked with heelarious customers who were afraid to have me ring up their underwear and actually saw a chiuaua that i found to be cute.

meghan was at work, too, and the flavs came by for a bit.

i saw heather dickson and mrs. mccaffery, the latter of which i did not talk to, the former of which i had a pleasant conversation with.

i talked to dream for the entire duration of my break and we laughed about mayors and such.

i came home and ate pudding.

i laughed.

i put my feet on my dad's pillow.

all in all, it was a terrific day.

i had to work in the morning.

semi-cool.

after work, i came home and piddled around, being piddlie and all. i called rachel and we talked and she talked to her mom and i talked to my mom and then we talked some more.

in the end, we wound up renting the butterfly effect, buying some free ice cream, and popping some kettle corn. a fun time was had by all.

were i not so tired at present, i would elaborate and make this a funny entry, but i am tired at present, and this is not a funny entry at all.

so, bye.

it's been a good day, and it's only 2:10 in the afternoon.

this morning, i got up early to fix my schedule, which i didn't wind up fixing at all. i'm going to try to get into ap psychology in place of ap statistics, but of course, everything's still as it was this morning.

after that, i decided to hike down to citrus and check out the upper tampa bay trail. i suggest two pairs of socks for skating.

then i came home and sat outside making vitamin d.

how about you?

close your eyes; think of someone that you loved and trouble not. remember all the joy they brought, for life is full of tears, and like a shot it's soon over, dear, but love is not.

i saw an elderly woman wearing a pink shirt that said "laugh." she had the funniest look on her face, but it sure as hell wasn't laughter.
 
anyways, i bought my homecoming dress.
 
i. love. it.
 
i'm looking forward to trying to match jewelry to it, because unlike last year's fiasco, this time it'll be easy. in fact, i already found AND bought the most bitching pair of earring i've ever seen in my life. another great feature is that it's a halter, so i don't even have to bother trying to get rid of tan lines.
 
like you really cared.
 
now i just need to get him to ask me.

p. s. : anything by linkin park reminds me of david keller.

i'm listening to all the music i loved sophomore year.
 
songs are one of two things that make me remember all sorts of stuff i forget, the other being my silly little sense of smell.
 
for example, i happed upon "i want to hear you sad" by early november.
 
woah. did THAT one throw me for a duzy.
 
that song makes me think about sunshine and teardrops and lonliness.
 
then i listened to "movies" by alien ant farm, a song i don't think i'll ever be able to sit through without crying.
 
well, or at least think about crying.
 
what i get out of that song is that hey - it sucks breaking up, and it's not going to be a happy ending even when you think you want it the most.
 
yeah. that's depressing enough for me.
 
"head over feet" by alanis morissette reminds me of one particular scene. every time i hear that song, i think of fourth grade. i was sitting on my bed with the radio on and had just realized that i left my role mole at church. that was a sad hour to pass.
 
"push" by matchbox twenty is another fourth grade song. i was daydreaming in the middle of the afternoon and the sun was shining in through my window very strong, but i was either too stupid or too lazy to move. the next time i heard it was a few years later. my mom and i were driving home from somewhere. i think i was wearing the green old navy shirt i wore for years and got rid of last summer. we were on bearss when it began to play.
 
what else?
 
"crash" by dave matthews band. that one takes me back to the day - the first day of fifth grade, that is. i was getting ready for school and was rightly excited. i was standing in front of the mirror in my purple polo and bluejeans when it came on. i put on my blue and silver flower necklace right when he said, "crash into me, baby."
 
something upsetting i have to admit is that there is one song that always makes me unbearably, suicidally depressed. it's not so much embarrassing that i get that way as it is the song that does it to me: "mama" by the spice girls. just why, i can't explain, but it was always greatly upsetting to me. the fact that it's a spice girls song just makes it all the more worse. perhaps that's why it's depressing to listen to. 
  
"billy jean" makes me think of dancing in my biology class freshman year. that never happened, but i often thought of how cool it would be to walk into class one day wearing a black pantsuit and black hat and start "breaking it down," if you will, for mrs. yerves and her sixth period posse.
 
actually, any michael jackson song makes me want to pull that shit.
 
i mean, "made."
 
any crystal method ditty reminds me of last fall and steak and shake, mainly because i went into a techno frenzy right around homecoming. it therefore leads me to think of candles, giggling, and the being a total fag.
 
"brown-eyed girl" reminds me of my blue-eyed cousin's wedding.
 
all apples in stereo songs make me think of presque isle and being a hippy for the summer.
 
"sweetness" by jimmy eat world makes me think of alex and the most odd way to date someone. i distinctly remember listening to it on my green cd player around midnight in the front room of my grandmother's house in july in pennsylvania.
 
"drops of jupiter" = sharp turn onto the veterans expressway after my sister's high school graduation dinner at some foo-foo seafood place near the beach + purple lights and dana sleeping over at my house the summer before freshman year.
 
i'm typed out.
 
aren't you lucky?

i was reading over some old entries. besides finding that i am a complete idiot (no comments about that statement, please.), i found the entry on the old lady who tried to talk to me on my lunch break last october.
 
you know, that still upsets me. i feel really weird and bad about it. in fact, i think about it a lot. not obsessively or anything, but it crosses my mind every now and then.
 
i mean, what if her husband had died a year ago that day and she was out trying to pass the lonely hours with pleasant conversation and a cup of sunshine?
 
what if her daughter had died of cancer a few years ago and she was trying to fill the void by talking to such a lovely young rose as myself (no comments on this, either.)?
 
what if her first grandson was stillborn that very same day at three o'clock in the morning and she wanted someone to laugh with to make it not seem so sad?
 
what if she had just come from the doctor's office and they told her she had a malignant tumor and that she would not live to see the next october?
 
this is why it upsets me.
 
why didn't i just say something to her?

i shall now regale you with the story of my saturday evening with rachel:
 
we went to borders and then saw napoleon dynamite.
 
now that i have accomplished my final task for the day, i sleep.
 
(yes. i do mean sunday, the eighteenth. looks like it'll be a pretty easy day.)

yesterday was pretty cool, after i got over wanting to puke all over the back seat. long fights ended, and i talked to lion guy.
 
i'm going to get my pictures developed today. not that any of you care, because it's not like you'll ever see them.
 
school starts relatively soon. i've got mixed emotions on that. how about you?
 
well, for lack of anything better to say, i'm going to begin my travels around t-town. if i go into work and find that i am scheduled for today, i'll kill someone.

back.

well, i found a puter.

so i'm at ocean isle beach with my aunt kerry. we went to the beach this morning and turned all sorts of shades of mexico in this 100 degree weather.

after that, my mom and i went shopping, and my aunt and my dad played some golf. guess who won?

ok. so there's no need to guess.

we all met up again and went out to dinner at sharky's, an open-air place where heat is the main course, as well as the appetizer, dessert, and refillable beverage of choice.

i then had a hee-larious conversation with andrew while my dad was driving crazy and missing turns left and right (pun intended). we shopped in callihan's of callibash, the store that does. not. end. after that, we got some tasty ouse cream at someplace.

and now i am here, spinning around in this nice spinning chair, getting dizzy and talking to my dad about the unpleasantness of literal meaning of the phrase "bite me."

needless to say, it's a deep conversation, and we all know i can't do two things at once.

and, well, you lose.

tonight i gave the best goodbye a girl could give to the best friend a girl could have for fourteen years.

it's odd how so many things can change, and yet others still remain quite the same.

we quit having classes together long ago; english this year was a stroke of good luck. we no longer share all the same friends, nor clubs nor other hobbies. our jobs are quite different, and the situations we have been placed in differ in infinity - i don't think i could leave this place; you are certainly stronger.

but what we share is so spectacularly unique that i will not even try to explain it. it's a special bond between two friends that can be seen in a two-hour conversation with no lull, that can be witnessed in the sweet memory of childhood games, that can be heard in the laughter still shared after the inevitable passage of time and an oncoming separation by miles.

there are many times when i think that all i ever recall from yesterday was just something i made up in my spare time to make it seem like i had a friend, but i know in my heart that i always had one and always will.

so here's to you. i will miss you infinitely, but God will not lead you astray; i know you will prosper in your ventures and shine like the star you always were. know that you are in my heart and in my prayers, and that the legend of the fudgecows shall never die (it was necessary to kill the moment.).

i love you!

wow. great day for being the fourth of july. it's only my second-favorite "holiday" ever, and the world looks like it's about to end.

great day for being the fourth of sucky july.

don't rent mystic river . ever.

i'm all packed and ready to go. it's exciting to know i won't be steinmart's bitch for the next few weeks.

i started on the homework. it's a really easy assignment. then again, i haven't looked at it in a few days, so maybe it has morphed into something i'll never finish.

look at that. it already did.

is anyone up for spiderman 2 ?

i need to go outside and bake.

perhaps that would make me - how you say... half-baked?

like a 'tato.

monday is laura's goingawayforever party. sad like woah.

on a happier note, beagle puppies.

we're leaving for myrtle beach/erie on tuesday, so if i forget to update, i shall type again in two weeks.

also, if you would like to text me while i'm gone, i will gladly receive your messages and think fondly of you.

unless you are a fudgey.

i really have nothing to say.

good day.

july is the strangest month.

what ever happens in july? after the fourth, there's really nothing to look forward to, because we all know it's the most stagnant month of all, sandwiched between the middle month, neutral june, and the anxiously awaited new-school-year month, august.

i mean it.

every time you think of a fond memory, it didn't take place in july, did it?

no. because nothing ever happens in july.

no one finds a boyfriend because the summer is almost over and no one wants to chance any new relationship trickling back to high school.

no one gets married because it's too damn hot everywhere.

no one has a birthday, except for maybe two people. ever.

no one reads a great book because we're all cramming summer reading assignments into thirty-one days, far too occupied with writing half-hearted essays to actually enjoy the characters.

no one writes poetry.

no one plays football.

no one's cat has kittens.

when you're having an odd day and completely forget what time of year it is, you think it's either december or april.

do you get what i'm saying?

vote for:
suvs.
goats.
satin.
worms.
clocks.
boats.
trees.
the new eleven-month calendar.

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?

"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.