a classic case of he said/she said

sometimes a year just isn't short enough.

handbags and gladrags

it's been a homeworkie night - not much fun and very full of hamlet.

i can't talk now, so just circle one already.

turtle ceramics

dear morningstar farms,
you messed up. you forgot to put "of death" underneath "spicy black bean burger."
just thought i'd let you know.
thanks for your accuracy.
not.
love,
maggie kennedy

now that that's out of the way, i made some pottery with alicia this afternoon. 'twas fun. the best part was her writing "nypd" instead of "nyfd."

fimes.

i'll dress you up in my love, all over, all over.

out of things to say.

(dream: just kidding. miracles don't happen, but i already told you that. he nearly pulled a scottsman, too, but didn't.)

appels + oranjes

well, miracles happen.

what was yours?

dear everyone,

i am a mean, mean person.

first in-school post of the year

i guess you know where i am.

so, my sister gets to go to more college since she passed some collegie test yesterday.

speaking of college, i can't wait until next year. i don't know if sweeney still wants to room with me now that she has somewhat of an idea of how crazy i am, but i still can't wait. i'd even be excited if a had to take a sarah titkemeir ("let's take it home to mother!").

i dislike making notecards.

sigh, ap exams. you rule my life from the future.

no matter. it's friday, and my friends and i have potentially begun to make potential plans for the weekend. ten-to-five saturdays are my new best friends.

until next time, lover.

LuV 2 CoLoR!!!!!!!111one

"no, you can't always get what you want;
you get what you need."

that pretty much sums up the day. it was terrific, but, as the song goes...

a good song to be stuck in everyone's head.

why do you build me up (build me up),
buttercup, baby,
just to let me down (let me down)
and mess me around?
and then worst of all (worst of all)
you never call, baby,
when you say you will (say you will),
but i love you still.
i need you (i need you),
more than anyone, darling;
you know that i have from the start.
so, build me up (build me up),
buttercup; don't break my heart.

alice and her wonderland.

test tomorrow, test yesterday, but never ever ever test today.

today was pretty alright. i'm not looking forward to the calculus test tomorrow, but then again, who is?

probably dream. even though she took it a few weeks ago. pssh. bc students.

new golf clubs are here for pops. it's a good thing.

i had a most interesting conversation with my parents over dinner concerning stock, shares, loans, interest, and social security. i now have a better - but not good - understanding of money i don't see.

i love rain.

i wrote something today, and only when i went to sign and date it did i realize that i have now been one year my own person. for as depressing as i thought today would be, it just wasn't. it was an average day, nothing spectaular, and i didn't give it much thought even after noticing, mainly because i had just written about it without realizing.

so now that i'm completely me, what next? new deal? fair deal? put another roosevelt in office?

perfect taco number one.

what a fanFREAKINGtastic day.

i got to watch a movie, be part of a duo, laugh, interject in the socratic seminar, have some senior questions answered, laugh some more, watch another movie, rock out on a test, draw a funny diagram, sing some more, watch the rain, gain another service hour, and come home!

how about you?

oh, how nice to be motivated.

once spitten, forever smitten.

it was a great day, even when my vcr committed suicide. the james version of hamlet is more exciting anyways.

i saw alex after school. it was cool and he gave me a hispanic kiss on the cheek. he's one of the nicest, most sincere people i've ever met.

in case you haven't noticed, only foreigners, craig, and x can make a noise on the library cases using their fingertips.

i wish i had an accent. i do sometimes at work. i either go for southern or, when i'm feeling lucky, english.

time to get ready to fail a socratic seminar tomorrow because i simply don't talk in class.

spechal olympics

germany has pink "uniforms" for volleyball.

gay.

two out of three ain't bad.

i think the tampa bay trail is calling me again. hopefully my last outing broke in the skates, because blisters aren't much fun. if you read this within the hour, call me if you're up to coming.

my matlab still doesn't work. why does this always happen to me?

it's kind of nice that i don't have anything to do today - just some homework and studying, but that's really it. sundays truly are my fundays, bangles.

i feel like spending money on something i don't need. how about we go shopping?

i can tell this year is going to fly by. are you excited for college, or could you stand to wait the year out? i'm somewhere the between the two right now.

love me do.

a hamlet story.

i guess shakespeare wasn't meant to be a playwrite after all.

nor was my vcr ever meant to work.

i realize that i haven't made a real post in quite some time. this is due to lack of inspiration.

actually, that's a lie. i wrote about ten drafts, but they all wound up coming out crazy, so i just didn't post them.

anyways, my point is this:

goodnight.

i've been dreaming.

i guess that pretty much explains it all, not unlike clarissa.

just an old-fashioned love song.

it's been that kind of a day, complete with all sorts of wardrobe malfunctions and a project that requres me to count rabbits within a given amount of square footage.

mrs. brand is a nut.

phelps wins another gold medal tonight for being charming and handsome.

and for being my current husband. hubba hubba.

a-cha cha cha.

shns. ...wait a minute.

sister is home. all is well.

but i wish it would quit looking like it's going to rain and then not.

i have some pretty icky homework assignments - analyzing olde english poeutry, and then some gaylab problems. i love you, high school.

i say we join the fictional pink gang.

which reminds me of something jeff goldblum once said.

rachel still reads animorphs.

with that said, smeek comes back tonight.

i love my mins.

i seriously can't think of anything to say.

life's a beach.

after a tiring fight with the internet options, i finally found the address bar. thank you, andrew, for answering my questions just as i simultaneously answer them myself.

what an idiot.

penellope is actually in one of my classes. go figure. too bad it's not a talking class.

i'm all nice and sneezie.

time to do the whole hamlet thing. the only comments i will accept on this post must advocate the banning of shakespeare works as public high school must-reads.

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.