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.