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."]