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| Sea Monkey |
| 10.30.03 (7:34 pm) [edit] |
I adopted a Sea Monkey. He's at your lower left, under the poll that needs your vote.
I hate having instruments thrown at me. Today I thought I was going to have a nervous breakdown. At least I was dubbed "The Blower." There are also "The Cracker" "The Tonguer" "The Vibrator" & "The Deep Throater" Anyway....
I don't wanna say I ripped this idea off of Kennith, so I'll just say he kinda inspired me. Take my Tbucks if you have the knowledge. I'll give you......
10 if you know my favorite color
80 if you know how old I was when I got my first guitar
20 if you know who my first boyfriend was
200 if you can tell me about Liza, Louize, Lavergne, Lila, Lilo, & Lucy
80 if you know what my favorite video game of all time is
There now, comment away.
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| JOYFUL!!! |
| 10.29.03 (4:40 pm) [edit] |
Music: "The Three Great Alabama Icons" -The Drive-BY Truckers
I suggest everyone download this song. Especially those by the name of Jesse Jones. For some reason, I think he would appreciate this.
"And always wear sunscreen."
To anyone reading this who is in chorus, I was laughing/twitching at the whole show, not any individuals. Okay, a few individuals, but no one that has a tblog.
I live in fear of losing the ring Bobby gave me. I've slung it off in Cris's yard, a couple of sinks, the dryer, pockets, onto the floor, & other various places. One day it will be gone. I'll sling it right off into the abyss. That will suck.
Highlight of the day (so far): I played the Holy Horn for the first time today.
Lesson of the day: Chewy chocolate chip cookies of the Kroger brand are not very good. I dunno, maybe these were stale or something. But they tasted funny.
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| Weenie...Halloweenie |
| 10.28.03 (7:39 pm) [edit] |
Music: "We're all gonna Die Someday" -Kasey Chambers
Bobby, thank you so much for helping me out.
I came up with this today (Well, I ripped it off something else, of course, but you know...) "In the world of Tblog, you don't own them. They own you."
Bobby stopped by my house today. He's so cute with the family.
I hate I.W.A.L.K. I hate I.W.A.L.K. I hate I.W.A.L.K
Though, today I learned that Mr. Wilson used to be a hippy, & he has a tatoo of a rose AND a butterfly!!! A butterfly for crying out loud!!!
Lesson of the day: First clarinet is not the best. Second is not the second best. Third is not crap. YEAH RIGHT
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| Nightmares |
| 10.27.03 (3:06 pm) [edit] |
My dreams have been kickin' it up with suckiness lately because the physical feelings have been really intense & the dreams are just plain bad. Story time!
Last night I had all sorts of terrible dreams. In one of them, Mom had a friend over, & they look out the window all scared & stuff. There's a car I didn't recognize, but I figured it was Mom's friend. They run off somewhere & I see a guy with a gun go behind the barn. Since he was occupied, I decided I had some time to find a place to hide. And I figured if I was going to hide out somewhere for a while, I was going to use the bathroom first. I go into the bathroom, & I hear the guy outside. My bathroom window is this weird kind of glass that is really blurry, & instead of running out the door, I decide to lay low on the floor & maybe I would look like a pile of clothes or something. The guy comes up to the window, & I realize the window is open. He put the rifle in the window, shot me, & said, "I bet you'll give me the money now." Then Mom comes in & starts going through the hamper looking for money in pockets & stuff. I ask her where I've been shot. She says, "Your magical hipbone." In reality, she would be worried & losing her mind if I got shot, & I was talking to her trying to ease her mind, when in the dream, it seemed like she was angry at me for getting shot. I'm saying things like, "Really, it doesn't hurt that much. It just feels like someone's putting a lot of pressure on it." I saw her get a five out of her jeans, & I ask if that will be enough. She says, "Shut up, Cara." I start to look at my wound, but can't bare it. I crane my neck a little, but all I see is that I'm wearing my gay pride belt. Then I wake up.
So there I am lying there; it's three thirty in the morning. A few seconds after I wake, the door made a noise. I sleep in the guestroom, which is where the back door is, & when that door is being opened it kinda sounds like foil being rubbed against a paper bag or something like that. I promise I heard that noise. It lasted about the length of an average eighth note. My heart was already faster than normal from the dream, but with that noise, it kicked it up no telling how fast. I knew I had to get out of that room, but was afraid to get up. I lay there as still as possible, & after a while I turn to see which way I'm facing. I was laying diagnolly on the bed, & I was so confused. I couldn't tell which was the window & which was the door, & it seemed like the clock was on the opposite side of the room, & I couldn't remember which way the room faced cause everything was outta whack. Finally I figured out the general direction to go, & I grabbed a pillow & Dante & hauled ass out of there. I was going to camp out on Jere's bottom bunk, but it's covered in stuff. So I decided to do something I haven't done since I was very very little. I high tailed it to Mom's room. I had lain there forever before I finally fell asleep.
Mom's bed is right next to a window. That played a part in my dream I had in there. I dreamed that I still wasn't asleep yet, & I hear noises outside the window. I look out there; the moon is bright, & there are three dogs rustling in the leaves. I take a closer look, & two of the "dogs" are actually teenage boys. Specifically, the two boys from the movie Stoned Age. I open the window, & they come in, looking to bone my mom & me. I threw them out & go out of the room. I don't know what house I was in. I've never seen a house like the one in my dream, but I loved it. In another room are a set of twins, barely able to walk & very small. Somehow, they were related to Tyler King, but I had to take care of them. I take one in each arm & start heading to the high school. There I meet Bobby, & there's some big ordeal going on there, kind of like homecoming, & we decide to ditch it. One of the babies heart starts beating really fast, & I freak out & start crying, & someone says that it's okay; it's natural, but I'm still upset. We look for Bobby's truck; there are a lot of cars all around. We don't recognize his truck because someone took the tool box out, & the person who did it is in the driver's seat, ready to haul ass out of there. I jump in the back, & Bobby jumps in the front, & as I jump in, I drop the baby with the abnormally fast heart rate. The truck is moving at a tremendous speed, & I can't reach the baby. I ask Bobby to hand it to me, but when I look in the front of the truck, Bobby isn't there; Mr. Geary is. I scream at him to hand me the child, but he can't hear me. I'm going hysterical. I can see the baby, but can't reach him, & it looks like he's dying. Blood starts pouring out his eyes, & he starts turning red. I'm crying & screaming & begging Mr. Geary, but he still can't hear me. The child is getting covered in more & more lacerations by the second. And I start to feel this weird heavy pain in my own heart. Then I wake up.
Some of the stuff I dreamed last night was similar to what I dreamed the night before & the night before that, & I'm getting sick of it.
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| Cris, my faithful Spunkmunky |
| 10.26.03 (5:56 pm) [edit] |
I beat Rachael twice in Tic Tac Toe & once in Dots. She didn't beat me in anything. I'm still undefeated. Muah ha ha ha.
I get so worried sometimes. I think it's normal, though. When you have something really great, of course anyone will be worried that they're going to lose it. Right? The heavy feeling in the stomach, contorting of the face, aching of the heart & brain....that's all normal, right?
Well, I have to go write 20 pages about a certain topic now...
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| Suicidal Puppy |
| 10.26.03 (3:54 pm) [edit] |
For some reason, it seems like I've heard that phrase before. Or did I make it up? I dunno...
I don't want to go to school tomorrow. I don't want to go to school anymore at all.
I think dad went to Fuzzy's to get the equipment, but I'm not sure. I wonder how that went.
Highlight of the day: when dad forgot that I was supposed to wash the car in return for the shoes he bought me.
Lesson of the day: I'm never calling Bobby's house again. No offense, Uncle Bobby, but I'm awfully scurred.
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| Terror in Tblog |
| 10.26.03 (9:06 am) [edit] |
My brother just got a tblog. His s/n is jmandaredevil
Lickabrick is amazing stuff, man.
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| "Buy the Happy Bunny & all your problems will be solved" |
| 10.25.03 (8:19 pm) [edit] |
The main rivalry tonight was Dad vs. Me in bowling. The first game, I beat him by 48 points. The second game, he beat me by 13 points. So in my mind, I still owned his ass.
There's some kind of Bulgarian pumpkin pastry called Tickanick or something like that. I call it Lickabrick. I haven't tasted it yet, though.
I just beat Rachael & Tic Tac Toe.
I'm undefeated at dots. Anyone wanna challenge me?
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| Spilled Milk |
| 10.25.03 (5:00 pm) [edit] |
I'm at my dad's house right now. This computer won't let me comment, & that bothers me!!! I'm going bowling tonight. Spank spank. Here are the people I plan to own at bowling: Dad, Pavlina, & my J-man. (the only people I'm going with.) Yes, I'm going bowling with my dad; I am a loser.
I love Kimberly more & more every day. :lol:
I got some rad shoes. Dad bought them for me, which means I have to wash his car. Bleh. I also got two Goodwill is so dangerous to me
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| 500 lb. Killer Oranges!!! |
| 10.24.03 (11:21 pm) [edit] |
I don't want to get too mushy about tonight, so I'm just going to say I had a blast. I've been bummed out lately about not having anyone to hang out with, & tonight I was surrounded by ten awesome people.
Also, I (we) was (were) followed by a guy with a gun (and a mullet)... & Leonard.
Cris got hit by a flying cow!!! :D
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| "Ai shiteru" means "I love you" |
| 10.23.03 (4:46 pm) [edit] |
Music: "Take a Walk on the Wild Side" -Lou Reed
I was student of the day today!!! How many freshmen get student of the day? Plenty, I'm sure, but not as often. oO shakes da bootay Oo
School is getting terribly dull. But as usual, I'd rather be there than at home.
Hey, don't forget to take the quiz at the middle left side of the screen. Vote till your little heart's content.
If there was going to be a battle between Ben Affleck & Ricky Martin, who do you think would win?
Lesson of the day: I don't usually dress "half way decent"
:? :?
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| Not Pretty in Pink |
| 10.22.03 (2:42 pm) [edit] |
Music: "I could just Die" -Bob Schneider
Have you every gotten the feeling that your ass is exposed?
School gets on my nerves. Home is worse.
I lost my ball :( Actually someone took it & didn't give it back. I'm sad because Grandpa Jesse got it for me. Sentimental value, ya know?
Highlights of the day: Hangin' with Dani & when Austin said that going from dating me to dating a certain other person would be like throwing away a BMW & getting a 1984 Ford Pinto with no muffler.
Lesson of the day: Don't tell a grizzly bear you can't find a pencil.
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| This Monkey's gone to Heaven |
| 10.21.03 (4:49 pm) [edit] |
I thought it was terrible when Bobby cheated at Go Fish. And it was. But now Tara has cheated at Tic Tac Toe. And that is bad. It would be worse that Bobby's cheating, but I'm supposed to be able to trust Bobby with everything.
I really wish I didn't break Flavum's mouthpiece.
Lesson of the Day: Don't tell a boy holding onto you to collapse. Unless you want to bust his nuts, of course.
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| The greatest man alive |
| 10.20.03 (5:15 pm) [edit] |
[image]Steelmagnolia_1067 211949.jpg[/image]
He rocks my world. :D
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| A Whiter Shade of Pale |
| 10.20.03 (4:08 pm) [edit] |
Music: "Yes Please" -Muse
I just cleaned up five bags stuffed full of toilet paper. And I have a lot more to go. :( Mom says she isn't mad anymore. But she isn't cleaning it, either.
I busted out the bass music. I hate reading it. Here's why:
Bass Everything else
A____________ F ___________
F____________ D___________
D____________ B___________
B____________ G___________
G____________ E___________
I don't have my own bass. Dad's needs a new E string (I broke it :/ ) And Jeremiah's is still at Jesse's. When I get one of them, I might tune it to where the notes read like anything else. Then I'll get confused when I'm playing guitar. Bleh.
Highlight of the day: Casey sat next to me on the bus, which is great cause I thought he hated me.
Lesson of the day: Sometimes even geniuses can't figure out how to figure out how to get a movie playing.
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| I'm Buckwheat |
| 10.19.03 (8:12 pm) [edit] |
Anyone who wants to help me clean up a big mess can come to my house tomorrow after school. Heh heh.
I spent the day with Uncle Bobby. We had a blast. Well...I had a blast. It's nice to have a friend. I wrote another shitty poem today.
Corner of the Sky
It must feel good,
up there where you are.
Nothing can knock you down.
You've got your own corner of the sky.
You've forgotton life on the ground.
I go out every once in a while - and ride around the town
I have no quarter in my hand, but hey, I get around.
I have a corner of my mind.
No friends, but I get by.
One day I will have a buck
And a corner of the sky.
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| It's Story Time |
| 10.18.03 (8:38 pm) [edit] |
Ever since my dad got robbed & we knew who it was but they didn't get caught, I've been quite paranoid. Expecially on the nights when I'm alone. I live back in the woods, & it would be very easy to kill me. Anyway, tonight I thought I was going to die. The noises I usually hear outside were worse. And I couldn't say it was the dog because they were human steps. And they were moving all around the yard. I was talking to Bobby, & I start freaking out. I was saying, "Bobby, I love you. I really love you. If anything happens to me, just know I love you enough now to last the rest of your life." He was like, "What's going on?" I got offline, & crawled over to the phone. I was afraid to walk by the windows. I was stuck in the computer room because I was afraid to walk past the door. I was afraid I would see John Hartsel and his cranked up friends out there ready to kill. I was shaking, my teeth were chattering, & was crying, sobbing, whimpering, telling Bobby I love him & that sort of thing. Oh but then I got braver. I told myself, "If I die tonight, it was meant to be. The world will spin just the same." Then he said, "Maybe someone's rolling your house." And I felt relieved at the idea, but I was still freaked out, I grabbed a really long candle that was nearby & used it to turn the porch light on. I never thought the sight of toilet paper would be so comforting.
Tonight is the last night I let myself be afraid. I wasn't afraid of death itself, I was afraid of looking out the window. Afraid of looking into the eyes of a gang of crank heads who will do anything to get money for another batch. I gave in to fear. I felt totally helpless & defeated. I was no longer behind the wheel. I couldn't control myself. Never again will I let something make me panic like that. Never again will I allow something to make me shake & cry like I'm having a fucking seizure. Never again will I throw a roll of toilet paper at a car instead of eggs.
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| Sounds better in the song |
| 10.18.03 (7:13 pm) [edit] |
"Now she's found herself, & I've lost mine. And I'm just another guy who can't give her anything." -Drive By Truckers
Mom's at some little recording studio right now, recording songs. She's been there since about four thirty, & it's almost nine. I've been watching movies. All by my lonesome. Bobby is watching movies with Tyler. I wish I were a better friend.
The Matrix Reloaded was nice, but I should probably watch it again. I missed something. But for some reason, rewatching movies is something I can rarely do. To me, rewatching a movie is like mowing the lawn an hour after I just mowed it.
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| When I'm surrounded I just can't stop |
| 10.18.03 (12:49 pm) [edit] |
Music: "Brian Wilson" -The Barenaked Ladies
Today has been pretty good so far. I got a couple assloads of vintage button up shirts. That shit's bitchrod. I also rented The Matrix Reloaded, Stoned Age, Bringing Down the House, & View from the Top. I think I'm going to dye my hair tomorrow. Nothing "permanent" this time. It pisses me off that the permanent dye faded so quickly. To me, permantly means forever.
Lesson of the day (so far): "I heard you got laid" isn't the best conversation starter.
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| A metric ton |
| 10.17.03 (9:57 pm) [edit] |
Music: "Novocain Stain" Modest Mouse
Today was a pretty good day. I'm doing so much better in math. My average right now is 97, & that's MUCH better than 92.
Whitwell's band is the coolest I've seen yet.
I got flashed today.
Lesson of the day: Don't drink anything that comes in a can & has a cow wearing sunglasses on it. No matter how cool it looks, don't do it.
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| "P" stands for "Pre" |
| 10.16.03 (5:02 pm) [edit] |
Today Alex tried to educate me on the menstral cycle. He was saying that being "on the rag" was the same as PMS. Guys are super assholes.
David's name is no longer Jack Meoff. It's Richard Cranium. First, he stopped talking to me on YIM. Then he stopped sitting next to me at lunch. Now when I say hi to him in the halls, he just looks at me like I'm a little kid with a low IQ.
I wish I could see the rest of Drumline.
I think today I committed a terrible sin. I didn't actually do it, but I think I committed the sin just by thinking about it. Basham was talking to Bobby & me (well, I was right there anyway) about the band situation. She was saying, "I just want it to stop. I want everything to be better. What can I do? How can I treat these kids so they treat me better?" And I swear, for a second or two I thought about hugging her. I don't even understand why. I'm thoroughly disgusted with myself.
oO shudders Oo
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| Household Turbulance |
| 10.15.03 (2:31 pm) [edit] |
Things have been going terribly around here. Someone in this house has really been putting me down. I reckon I won't say who in case that person still visits my blog. But I am incessently being bitched at & feeling like shit. I'd love to run away. Wouldn't that be exciting? But where would I go? What would Bobby say if I just showed up on his doorstep? Haha, I wouldn't do that to him. Uncle Bobby makes me super happy.
I do not like peach yogurt. I like peach everything else, but not peach yogurt.
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| Nightmare |
| 10.15.03 (11:24 am) [edit] |
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Man, I hate not hearing from Bobby. Even though I saw him yesterday, I didn't get to talk to him. And I got really worried. I had a nightmare. I dreamed that Bobby called me & said, "I'm breaking up with you. Christie gave me a cigarette, & I smoked it, & I loved it. I'll never quit. And I know you wouldn't put up with smoking, so I might as well break up with you." I was bawling my eyes out in the dream, telling him I loved him too much to see him start smoking. Then I woke up & was sooooo relieved. Then I figured it was a premonition. Then I figured I was being selfish & started to worry about someone being hurt. Yes, I am a basketcase.
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| Wahey |
| 10.14.03 (7:08 pm) [edit] |
Everyone check out the poll on the lower left hand side of my blog.
There was no strike today. I guess it's all for the better, but I was looking forward to it because it would be very exciting.
College night was pointless, but at least I got extra credit.
I didn't want to hate Ms. Pickett because everyone else does, but there's a reason she's hated so. I realized today I only like one of my teachers this semester. That's Coach Evans.
Oh snap, I just remembered Bobby's computer isn't working, & that's why he isn't online. Does anyone know how to get a computer out of MS-Dos mode?
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| Burned with Ice |
| 10.13.03 (12:43 pm) [edit] |
"I believe it's about acuracy not volume"
Ouch, that was cold :P
Anyway, I play really quietly when I don't have it right. And once I get it close to right, I turn up the volume. So if you have it right then PLAY LOUDER SO EVERYONE KNOWS!!!!
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| Purple nurple on a whole new level |
| 10.12.03 (11:14 pm) [edit] |
I'm happy right about now. I'm ready for action. Mwuah hahaha. Tuesday should prove quite interesting.
Bobby came over for dinner & to hang out. It was fun. I was brushing my teeth & noticed something very important.
Band folks-if we have band practice Tuesday, bring anything you have with Celtic designs on it.
I think I'm going to go "brush my teeth" now....
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| Off the mountain |
| 10.11.03 (7:30 pm) [edit] |
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I'm at my dad's house. I come home tomorrow. (yay) For some reason, this computer won't let me comment. :( Something extremely significant happened Friday night. I only wish I could tell you about it. :P
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| Holy Pumpkin Fudge!!! |
| 10.10.03 (1:10 pm) [edit] |
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My blog is number 73!! I never thought I'd make the list...
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| Things that bother me |
| 10.10.03 (8:50 am) [edit] |
I woke up at about eight thirty this morning, & I have no idea why. I went to sleep around three, & so I should still be sleeping now. I'm wired though. I decided to take this time to write about something that bothers me.
I get sad when people don't know a song is a cover or just refuse to acknowledge it. Or if they don't know these new trendy pop songs are sampling & ripping off other songs. For example, Mary J. Blige's "No More Drama" is sampling the theme song from The Young & the Restless. And Jessica Simpson's "I Think I'm in Love" is the same damn beat of John Mellencamp's "Jack & Diane." Etc. Etc. Most of what is on the maistream has been ripped off from someone else.
Don't you hate it when people like a song but don't know it's a cover? Meat Puppets wrote "Lake of Fire" Nirvana covered it. "Last Caress" was written by the Misfits, not NOFX. "Wanted Man" was written by Bob Dylan, not Johnny Cash. And my poor dear cousin thought that The Offspring wrote "Hey Joe." Etc, etc. It just bothers me because I don't like seeing people who deserve all the credit get none.
Yeah, I'm finished ranting now.
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| Fun with Lyrics |
| 10.10.03 (12:41 am) [edit] |
This thing is stolen, of course.
Choose a band and answer only in song titles by that band: Modest Mouse
Are you male or female? "Edit the Sad Parts"
Describe yourself: "The Fruit that Ate Itself"
How do some people feel about you? "Humpin Pumpkin"
How do you feel about yourself? "Heart Cooks Brain"
Describe your ex-boyfriend: "Three Inch Horses, Two Faced Monsters"
Describe your current boyfriend: "You're the Good Things"
Describe what you want to be: "Diamonds in the Face of Evil"
Describe your current mood: "To roads to go, to roads to go"
Describe your friends: "Polar Opposites"
Share a few words of wisdom: "Parasites will be Excited when You're Dead"
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| Uncle Bobby's Birthday |
| 10.09.03 (11:13 pm) [edit] |
Bobby came over & Mom made homemade pizza & I made a German chocolate cake from scratch, & we ate & hung out & had a pretty good time. Mom's pizza was great, as usual. My cake tasted good, but it wasn't the best shape. It was the first German chocolate cake I'd ever made all by my lonesome, though. Bobby is darling. We brushed our teeth together, & that was cute. And we howled at the full moon. And he told me a story with a surprise ending. I love stories.
I have ideas about the whole band situation, & I have to say that dear Ken was quite inspiring. To me, this band does not look like a family. There are cliques; people talk about eachother behind their backs; vibes are bad. That sucks. Things are tense, I know, but the kiddies need to stick together, man. Ken has told me what it will take to make things better, but as a freshman, I can't do much. I'll try my hardest to help matters when I'm older. In the meantime, rebelling against Ms.Basham isn't going to solve much, since it was demonstrated this summer that there isn't anyone else we could get right now. If we really wanted her gone, we could get rid of her, & then we have no band. That's my biggest fear. Band being eliminated altogether. oO shudders Oo This drama is wearing me out, man. Can't we just play music?
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| And the sky was made of amethyst |
| 10.07.03 (8:23 pm) [edit] |
music: "Wild Pack of Family Dogs" by Modest Mouse
mood: I wish a wild pack of family dogs would come take me away.
I just realized that I don't have any of my favorite band's CD's (Modest Mouse) I have stolen their music. However, I plan to own every damn one before next year.
I had a great time foaming Bobby & Ty. That was in lieu of the pie I promised them.
I also released the cracker blaster upon dear David. It was funnier yesterday with Dani G. A jetstream of crackery goodness flying into her pretty cheerleader hair. One also got stuck in her eyelashes. And when she didn't get all the crumbs out of her hair, no one told her.
That makes me laugh.
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| given that our blood is just like the Atlantic |
| 10.06.03 (8:33 pm) [edit] |
What the hell am I supposed to do with 429 tbucks? Does anybody need any?
Something is making strange noises outside. First is sounded like some sort of howling. Then it sounded like an owl. oO listens Oo I think it's an owl. Nifty. I love owls.
Okay, I thought of this just now. Owl rhymes with towell, but is not spelled owell. And if towell was spelled towl, it would rhyme withe bowl. And if bowl was spelled bowel, it would be a different word, & I would always use a plate.
Poor baby has no life. :( Oh, but I get to see Bobby tomorrow. Something about this one is just different, man.
Would I make a good nun?
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| Throw the sailors overboard |
| 10.06.03 (3:18 pm) [edit] |
I can't wait to show Dani the pocket I discovered today on the pants I was wearing.
The band members are no longer allowed into the band room during the day or to leave stuff in there. Luckily, I never got into the habit of leaving a bunch of shit in there, but I can see how it is a problem for some people. And I will certainly take part in any kind of sit in or strike or anything of that sort. I get a rush off of that sort of thing. Hauss is quite worked up over this.
But maybe we shouldn't sit in during class. Maybe we should hold our sit in during a half time show! We might even get news coverage for that, girls & boys. Imagine...Jesse taps his trap, we march out there, drag eight steps, Jesse does whatever the final tapping is called, then we all sit down on the field. Now, that would be great. I would do it....
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| If it makes you happy, It can't be that bad. |
| 10.05.03 (9:29 am) [edit] |
Last night was great. Soooooo incredibly cool. I'm so happy.
I wonder how many giraffes break their neck.
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| Breakin' the law |
| 10.03.03 (10:00 pm) [edit] |
I'm happy. It's all chocolate. Life is good.
Even though I need a new face.
Even though I sat in barbeque sauce while wearing the white bibbers.
And even though Goose talks smack about me at school, saying I go around screwing all sorts of guys. She also says I'm a lesbian. Go figure.
I'm so incredibly happy right now. Only one thing could end my happiness. (Don't even think about it, Bobby)
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| Laws |
| 10.02.03 (8:28 pm) [edit] |
I've been mad researching. There are no laws that say I can't date a boy over eighteen. There are laws that say I can't have sex with a boy over eighteen, which we all know I'm abstaining till marriage anyway. But who believes that, right?
I just keep telling myself everything happens for a reason, but right now I'm not too convincing.
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| and the walls come crumbling down.... |
| 10.02.03 (5:56 pm) [edit] |
I feel like I just got hit by a truck or something....a little red pick-up truck with NRA & Harley stickers on it...boom. Ouch.
oO reaches for sharp object Oo
Hey man, ya gotta do what ya gotta do.
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| The air reeks of change |
| 10.01.03 (6:58 pm) [edit] |
Today is the day I become a neat freak. Now, you may be thinking that that sort of thing can't just happen so suddenly, but things have to change.
I'll still roll around on the ground, though. There's nuttin better than getting dirty. :D
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| Novocain Stain by Modest Mouse |
| 10.01.03 (2:33 pm) [edit] |
When I can work out how it was
Then I'll tell you
TV stained my memories, yeah
I don' think that she's...
Remember through sounds
Remember through smells
Remember through colors
Remember through towns
With fear and fascination
On what was here
And what's replacing them now
Interchange plazas a mall
And crowded chain restaurants
More housing developments go up
Named after the things they replace
So welcome to Minnow Brook
And welcome to Shady Space
And it all seems a little abrupt
No I don't like this change of pace
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| My Concert Shirt Collection |
| 10.01.03 (11:31 am) [edit] |
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I wore my Kiss shirt today that I got AFTER THE KISS CONCERT I ATTENDED, & Tyler said, " I want that shirt!" Jesse was standing there, & he said, "I want like, every shirt she has." I have to admit, my collection is rather amazing...
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