it's a chicken.

i am currently pursuing a michael jackson megadownload. it's thriller night tonight, indeed, as we say farewell to the final pages of hemmigway's arms.

also, it seems as though "bryn alan" is actually code for "a bunch of thieves." dirty, rotten, "hey - i'll take your picture at homecoming" ladrones. i say we go muhammad jihad on their studio, dirkdirkistan style.

with such confusion, don't it make you want to scream? it's all about the way you make me feel, billie jean, and i'm bad, so beat it or i'll rock with you because you rock my world.

getting back into updating regularly is a messy process. it's not always just black or white.

under pressure

oh, queen with david bowie. i love your duet, even though i do not relate to it.

yes, i did feel the need to write something.

blue and red and black and gray

as october winds down, i find myself wondering how much more waiting i'm going to do before i finally make my million moves. i have pages and chapters and volumes full of intentions, and i never seem to know how to time things just so so that everything is said and everything is done as i planned them to be said and done.

so here i am, "standing on the precipice of big time," thinking of all the things i could do to make myself someone else, and the only thing that keeps coming to mind is the ludacris notion to change what has already been done.

i'm a lunatic and i know it, but at least i can admit it.

and if you want to know what got me thinking on this track, it was initially finding out alicia was accepted at ucf, but then i thought of something else when my mom set a cd from ncyc 2003 in front of me.

it's still in the wrapper, and i doubt i'll open it.

attention fordsters of the tampa/lutz area:

if you or anyone you know (and i do quite literally mean anyone) drives a ford mustang made in any year from 1980 to 2000, please let me know. if you leave a comment in the affirmative, i will get in touch with you so you do not have to publish personal contact information.

take me, wilmer.

this week so far has been easy, and tomorrow we have career predicting for the first four periods. i'm trying out for plumber.

i'm completely out of things to say.

kitamara

i spent the weekend at my sister's house. in fact, i'm there right now. we went out friday night and ate blindfold pizza and then went to a volleyball game. yesterday, we went to the uf versus middle tennessee game. once again, i am burnt on the left half of my face and on my left arm. last night was fun, too. i mean, aqua teen hunger force? get with it, meatwads.

and a good weekened was had by all.

balogna shoes

i can't wait for the weekened. football and probably a sunburn and moe's knows a joey bag of doughnuts and probably art vanderbilt, too.

point is, i'm still recuperating from saturday, and by saturday i mean sunday.

and by sunday i mean sleepy.

if you have any extra flashlights, could i borrow them and never return them please?

time to be in fourth period.

all my life

"i prayed for someone like you,
and i hope that you feel the same way, too."

what an amazing night.

piano man

i'm bursting with excitement.

if i was a balloon, i would pop.

if i was a tank, i would be spewing gas.

if i was an engine, i could.

just to give you an idea.

i really like my hair this year, too. i usually wind up not liking it, but i'm nearly in love with it.

oh, vanity of vanities.

time to load up on caffiene and pack my things for tonight. i can't wait to see everyone in their formal attire.

it's... devine.

whipperwools

what a day.

and now that THE homecoming weekend is officially upon us, i have much to do and little time to do it in.

senior mayhem.

i think that's why i love homecoming saturday so much - you do a bunch of prepatory junk all morning and afternoon, and it really hypes you up to be so busy all day getting ready for this big event.

kind of like christmas, except your only present is being pretty, which, i must say, makes it a close second to the aforementioned holiday.

so, guess what?

I CAN'T WAIT.

other notes:

happy birthday, erin! i love you!

if your sociology teacher says the words "the," "dying," and "rooms" in that order, plug your ears. if your sociology teacher turns on a television set after saying those three words in that order, leave.

the ingredients in potted meat are actually grosser than the title implies.

jack handy for president.

so guess what's cool?

night pep rallies.

and new clothes today.

and hair pictures after school.

and not this class right now.

and definately going to a game next weekend.

and certainly me and booger dressing up in black on hawaiian day.

and chariots that have spontaneously caught on fire.

and not green marker on my thumb.

and if you're really nice ...

maybe we'll put on our classics and have a little dance, shall we?

i can't wait.

COME TO ME, SATURDAY.

revenge of the nerds.

mr. n.: "are you making fun of the way i dress?"
jason: "not directly."

and now to the much debated "should girls ask guys out?" topic.

personally, i think it's alright for that to happen. would i do it? sure. it may not always go over too smoothly, but that's just what a guy would have to face in a similar situation. it's kind of mean that we have this norm where guys initiate dates. i mean, really - that sucks, because who doesn't like being asked out?

then again, we carry around babies for nine months and pop them out of us, so it's actually pretty fair.

problem solved?

good.

by the way, it's fourth period and i have absolutely NOTHING to do.

i have to work tonight. maybe we'll play dress-up again.

bananas.

hanging on maybe

i haven't been writing anything lately because i have absolutely nothing to say, to be quite honest, but i'll try to jazz it up just this once.

homecoming is on saturday. rose, nails, hair, makeup, jim, christy's, dance, kelly's - in that order.

next weekend i'm going to gainesville to visit my sister. phone conversation with boss:
"hey, terri. it's maggie. i know i asked for this weekend off, but i was wondering if i could have the following weekened as well. ...what's that? this course of action would result in the termination of my employment? that's a darn shame. ...no, i would still like the following weekend off. goodbye."

except that didn't happen at all.

ben kweller is the feature flavor of the month.

and being single just ran out of perks.

feeling sporty?

spirit week is upon us, and homecoming is less than a week away.

who's excited? this girl right here.

just thought i'd restate the obvious.

i hold with my original statement:

sometimes a year just isn't short enough.

jesus raul

get me off this crazy thing called love.

well, that was interesting.

fortunately, sweeney saved me last night by letting me sleep over at her house, where i caught the wimblies.

"what's up?"
"chillaxin'."
"do you need a laxative?"

props to april for her drive-by hugging.

oh, mrs. doubtfire.

i would end this properly, but - you know.

everybody wants to pass as cats.

i heard "here's to the night" yesterday.

it's almost october. i know we haven't even finished one quarter yet, but this is it - this is really it.

you sat there in second grade thinking you would die before you graduated; you never imagined yourself sitting in a chair in late september of your senior year thinking of the past you and where you were as opposed to where you are.

it's going to be over soon i know, and the next four years will become yesterdays in no time at all. it's odd to think how quickly time goes by just as you're wanting it to slow down.

even still, i absolutely can't wait.

i guess i'm just a hurricane.

i broke a witch.

that was definately the funniest moment of the day.

you know how unfuny it is when a customer loses a one hundred and forty dollar bracelet?

very.

amber and i are going out in a little while. tomorrow night i will hopefully get to see my mentor and mind reader.

other than that, that's pretty much it. have a BEAUTIFUL night.