| Hey Y'all. |
[Jun. 16th, 2004|09:12 pm] |
In case you did not see my last entry, this journal is not going to be used anymore.
NOW I have a new journal. It is friends only, but if you are on my friends list you may already be added.
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Add me, Bitches.
P.S. This will be my last post on this journal.
That is, unless I get all sentimental and decide to write something again. |
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| Time for a Change |
[Jun. 14th, 2004|10:31 pm] |
So, I got a new livejournal.
Mainly because I needed a change.
Also because my parents started talking offhandedly about online journals and it was creepy.
My new journal is friends only.
I'm going to add everyone on my current friend list, eventually.
So everyone add me!
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Change = Good.
Plus. I got a haircut and now I look like Shirley Temple. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 12th, 2004|02:03 pm] |
People who are both pretentious and younger than me are stupid.
Last night they taught me how to manage the curtains so I was in charge of that for Celebrations. We raped it. And then I went to the Diner.
When I got home, I was trying to sleep. Everytime I closed my eyes, I saw a girl about to die in an electric chair.
It was creepy. |
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| Breathing |
[Jun. 10th, 2004|06:13 pm] |
In Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, all of the final exams at Hogwarts were cancelled because of the very traumatic events of the story. I propose that all of our final exams are cancelled because we are all going through an extremely hard time right now (due to the death of Ronald Reagan).
Ah. I love walking my dog. Today I was walking her and she ate a whole ice cream cone in one gulp. She's gonna be so fat and lovable. She rolled a lot in the grass and then played with all of these kids and then licked their faces.
Today in English I was really stupid. I went brain-dead.
Dead
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| Wake Me Up |
[Jun. 8th, 2004|08:19 pm] |
Hoorah, school is nearly done.
I computed that if I get at least a 70 on the final (and if Mr. Park continues to ignore the absence of every single homework), I can get a B as a final grade in that class. An 80.2, but it's still a B.
Oh man, Mr. Park is so dissapointed in me. He always looks at me in that sad little Asian way of his and kind of shakes his head. But whatever, it's chemistry, and I already know that chemistry will have absolutely no impact on my career or life.
I did a lot of figuring today. If I keep up my grades for the remainder of this week and I don't fail the finals miserably, I will have 4 A's and 3 B's for this year. Not too bad.
Last year, I got all A's and one B. That means I can still get into a good college, right? Next year, I'm definetly going to get involved in more extra-curriculers.
I'll already be head of costumes in SVPA, and I'm going to start going to ACLU maybe. I'm in French Club and next year I might actually go to some Phoenix meetings. I wanted to get involved in Phoenix this year, but I was kind of busy (aka lazy).
Ah, I'm sorry, but this is what goes on my head.
Left-handed people have really wierd brains, I'm sorry. |
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| Idioms |
[Jun. 7th, 2004|08:51 pm] |
My favorite idiom in the whole entire world is "trip the light fantastic." It's not too common around these parts, and I've never actually heard someone say it, but that will soon be changed.
"Trip the light fantastic" means to dance. It was created when the famous British poet John Milton wanted an innovative way to describe "dancing" in his poem "L'Allegro," written in 1632.
But "Trip the light fantastic" definetly reminds me of something drug-related.
Trip...light...fantastic... |
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| Stars, In Their Multitude |
[Jun. 6th, 2004|05:30 pm] |
My weekend was fun.
Friday: After school, we [Misho, Lee, Mimi, and I] went to Clifton Commons to see Harry Potter. This was at 4:00-ish. All of the shows were sold out until 10:15. We spent six hours in the Clifton Commons area, which was (suprisingly) really fun. I'd say the highlight was trying on rollerblades in Sports Authority and skating around the circle.
And then we saw Harry Potter. In all seriousness, I really liked it. I thought it was really well-made and I could tell that there was a major improvement in the direction through the cinematography and the acting. Mrs.Vanhorn was sitting behind us, that was creepy.
Saturday: I slept really late, woke up, read, and fell back asleep again. I woke up (for the second time) to the doorbell. Clara, Karl, and Noah came to my house to kidnap me. It was an unsuccesful kidnapping because I had to change out my pajamas while they played with my dawg. Then I went to see Harry Potter with them, again. It was slightly painful the second time.
We all retreated to our respective homes and got prepared for Mettenheimer. Mettenheimer was fun, I danced, and my feet died.
Sunday: I had to wake up early to go set up for the toast to the SVPA teachers party at Ralph's house. The toast was really fun, we watched a DVD of Les Mis. I was really impressed and happy; I had never seen the show before. Then Ralph, Lee, and I jumped on the trampoline.
Daniel Radcliffe is a hottie. |
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| Destroy This Sweater |
[Jun. 2nd, 2004|10:12 pm] |
In a bad bad bad bad awful terrible mood. Again. Maybe I need anti-depressants or something, because I feel like this way too much. I just feel so ignored and left alone. I mean, no one has bothered to ask what is going on my life lately.
If they had, I would have a lot to say.
Everyone is too busy with their own stuff to ask about me. I need a hug. A big bear hug that would push me over.
On a slightly less depressing note, my entire afternoon was completely consumed with work. I did five hours of work tonight. How is that possible.
Actually that note was just as depressing, if not more. |
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| Like a Book Upon a Shelf |
[Jun. 1st, 2004|06:44 pm] |
I stayed home from school today because I was up until 4:00 last night writing a Holley paper.
Oh, Virginia was loads of fun.
Day Negative One: Went to Clara's in the evening, wrestled, watched American Pie.
Day One: Woke up super early in the morn' and drove the long nine hours to Virginia. I was in the all-boy car because I'm punk rock. Stopped at Cab's, a super hick store and THE official new hangout. When we finally got to the Kazarov farm we shot guns and ate, etc. Then we all slept in the same bed and I discovered that Barrett's shoulder makes an uncomfortable pillow.
Day Two: Woke up and went on a super long hike. We discovered a baby deer and named it Puddles. My heart melted. Then we had a full-body tick check and found lots of crawley things. Played lots of cards, shot more guns. Ate tacos, slept in the same bed again.
Day Three: It was rainy, so we just went to Wal-Mart and walked around and stared at mullets. We made wontons for dinner which were very tasty and then we slept in our respective beds for the first time ever.
My favorite parts of Virginia were Vicki Mae the mullet lady, sticking our entire bodies out of the car on the way to her farm, Wal-Mart, Nicole's insane laugh, "Da-Dahahah," and everyone.
By the way- when exactly is Mettenheimer? Now I have to go. |
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| We'll Be Ready for the Schoolboys |
[May. 25th, 2004|10:23 pm] |
I should read more books and watch more movies and listen to more music and become generally more cultured.
Currently, some of my favorite movies are Amelie, Run Lola Run, and I also like Shawshank Redemption and Eternal Sunshine. I would say A Clockwork Orange because I really admire the way it was made except for the fact that they left out the last chapter of the book. In the British version of A Clockwork Orange (the book) there is another chapter that levels everything off and Alex chooses growing up over violence. I actually also really liked Mean Girls because I just enjoyed it so much.
My favorite books are A Clockwork Orange (the British version) by Anthony Burgess, A Seperate Peace by John Knowles, and Nine Stories by J.D. Salinger. Another favorite of mine is Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen.
Lately, my music preferences have been somewhat singular. I have been listening to Modest Mouse's "Good News for People Who Love Bad News" a lot. My favorite track on that albulm is Black Cadillacs.
Oh, and my favorite food has consistently been sushi for the past few months. I really like spicy tuna and spicy salmon.
I don't know why this would interest anyone excluding myself. |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 24th, 2004|06:30 pm] |
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I really don't like Nazis. |
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| You Sent My Soul Sky High |
[May. 20th, 2004|07:56 pm] |
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I'm trying to express how I feel right now. I have an excellent life, and I am quite fortunate to live the way I do. But lately, I have been feeling somewhat empty. I think this is because I don't have someone who understands me completely and will always be there for me. I keep thinking this, and then I keep getting angry at myself for being a typical teenager who is falsly sophisticated and jaded and overly sensitive and self-concious. I guess I'm tired of feeling so normal. I can't think of anything that sets me apart. Maybe it's just that I am too narcissitic. Maybe I should do something for other people instead of thinking about myself all of the time. Maybe I would be happier and more fufilled if I knew I was helping someone else. I'm sorry that this won't make sense to anyone, I'm just trying to describe a very complex variety of emotions that have been surging through me for the past few days. |
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| Slaughter |
[May. 18th, 2004|07:11 pm] |
I was talking with Misho this afternoon about all of the things that people do that annoy me. I am the most intolerant person, and maybe I should be more accepting of people's faults.
But, some things are fucking annoying.
I hate when lots of people say that their favorite book is Catcher in the Rye. First of all, I have this pseudo-belief that I knew about it before anyone in our generation. I read it in, like, 4th grade. Plus, Catcher in the Rye is NOT the best book ever written. It's not even the best book J.D. Salinger has written. It's just such a trendy teen thing to say that your favorite book is Catcher in the Rye.
That is my latest annoyance.
Another thing. I used to like kids, I used to think they were cute. But now, little people anger me by simply living. It's something I can't explain. They are just.. so naive and stupid. By "kids," I'm talking about that pre-adolescent age of like 8-12. That age is so irritating. Oh, twitchy eyes also anger me.
I have become so irritable. I should be nicer to people. |
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| Sucks To Be Literate |
[May. 16th, 2004|04:53 pm] |
I kind of wish that I was illiterate. That way I could be a bean farmer in South Carolina and never worry about writing long, stupid papers for a mean teacher.
You guys, I would be the best bean farmer ever. |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 12th, 2004|10:04 pm] |
Some people are way too pretentious. They need to get their heads out of their own asses.
Wouldn't it be awesome if life were a musical? I want everyone to instantaneously break out into song at pivotal points during every day life. It would be really cool, just trust me. My head says so.
I have been dedicating a lot of time to the Little Theater. I guess this is appropriate because I am going to be Heads of Costumes next year. Pretty excited for that.
Tomorrow: Going thrift shopping for fifties apparel with Mimi and Clara for Mama Kazarovs' Big Bash.
Friday: Missing Film Night, most unfortunately. I have to babysit.
Blehg. |
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| Down the Garden Path |
[May. 9th, 2004|10:45 pm] |
Apparently, I have an extremely twisted sense of humor.
Imagine a five year old Puerto Rican kid who is too poor to buy glasses so he has to sit in the front of the movie theater away from his dad where he gets molested by old men. How is that NOT funny?
Oh god. I just had the worst fall ever. I was running down the stairs to get my chemistry book, and I just fell all the way down. If you had seen it, you would have laughed so hard.
Uhm. Les Mis is over. This is bittersweet. I'm hoping that eventually this will cause me to be less busy, but the effect hasn't seemed to have settled in yet. Meaning - I am still busy as fuck.
Something sad: I am still laughing about the molested Puerto Rican kid - in my head, of course. |
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| Words, Words, Words. |
[May. 5th, 2004|09:04 pm] |
Bubble. Say it outloud. It is such a strange word. It sounds Yiddish.
So many words are strange, and when I'm saying them, I realize they are strange so I have to stop and think about the strangeness. This is why I can never finish telling a story.
Ah. Fork is wierd also. |
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| Witty and Sparkly. |
[May. 3rd, 2004|04:45 pm] |
Holy Crap, I am craving sushi.
If someone ever brought sushi for me to school I would give them a big kiss on the lips.
Yeah. So, lately, Les Mis has kind of been my life. My weekends are consumed by the shows and the diner afterwards and then I go home and listen to my Les Mis CD. It's disgustingly addicting. I might as well buy a pound of cocaine and stuff it all in my mouth at once.
So, according to quizilla and based on my birthmonth, I am fun to be with, secretive, difficult to fathom and to understand, emotionally temperamental and unpredictable, and witty and sparkly.
And,
Donnie Darko is SO overrated. |
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| Busy as a B |
[Apr. 27th, 2004|11:43 pm] |
My day today.
6:45 - wake up
8:00 to 2:30 - school and Howard Zinn
2:30 to 11:10 - SVPA Les Miserables
If you didn't read the above, I was at the Little Theater from 2:30 to 11:10.
COMMISERATE WITH ME. Just do it.
Howard Zinn: Pretty interesting. I felt like he got a bit preachy at points, but that was expected. His views are kind of awesome, but in a way, I feel like he disregards the whole mass of people on the conservative side of the political spectrum. I never thought that I would say this, but his views seem almost too liberal because they are so unrealistic.
My whole family is asleep, and my brother is mumbling in his sleep, but mumbling really damn loudly. I wonder if I talk in my sleep. I'm always afraid that I will sleepwalk at night and murder someone. It could happen. |
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| The Ocean Breaths Salty |
[Apr. 22nd, 2004|10:13 pm] |
I got back from Minnesota. Shopping, driving, cool. Other than the fact that it was Minnesota. If I walk up to you and start speaking in an ape-like language/ with a faint midwestern accent, let me know.
Me: Holla! Pop ma colla!
My mom: Pop your collar?!
Me: Mother, it's gangsta terminology.
My mom: And what do you know about gangstaz?
That was really funny for some reason.
Also:
Alex: Clare is so snobby, she thinks she is better than everyone.
Me: (laughs) This is true.
Alex: See, she never laughs WITH people, only AT people.
Me: It's because I'm too far above everyone else to laugh with them.
Yeah, I'm cool. My family hated me after that, whatevs.
Want to go out, too lazy. Even though I have lots of work this weekend, I decided in advance not to do it since it wasn't going to happen anyway.
So yeah, call me, or I'll call you.
I can't help feeling that my spring break has been wasted. |
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