Monday, December o9, 2oo2
There's a half day on Wed.
Isn't it weird how when you say something that you want people to hear and they ignore you and then you say something to yourself and everyone listens and makes you repeat it and comments on it?
And isn't it weird how whenever you're right your sister has to go look up the word just to prove you wrong, I mean, because you're two years younger, you are and always will be the stupidest thing on earth, right. mm-hm.
Wednesday, December o4, 2oo2
I ran the mile today finally. Boop. . . I did better than last time, though. My gym teacher almost gave me a hug, I know she wanted to.
My room is painted all done. I never told you colors, did I? It's white with red trim and I have one wall that's all black and I use it as a chalkboard. It's great.
I want to take my time with putting stuff back in. But the problem is that my mom wants me to clean the entire upstairs by Saturday. This way I won't have to pay for the reupholstery of my chair. I had found that chair to the side of the road and I'm doing it zebra print. It's a bit too busy, but whatever, it's bought already and would cost too much to send back. Oh, and we're not rich or anything. My parents are upholsterers.
I really need to get cracking on cleaning though.
Oh, but tomorrow there's no school. I have a really good girl's basketball team and they won some game and are going on to the next, apparently it's big. Anyways, this town has alot of school spirit so like, more than half of the school is going up to the game. It's craziness, but cool. I mean, imagine the other team who has a home game and there's more people on the opposing team's side! It's great.
I don't wear a majority of my clothes. Yes, this is great. . . I mean, getting rid of it is easy, but it's the buying more that's hard. Carolyn wants me to buy a sweater so she can get the second one half off. I don't know. I don't really like the style at all but she loves it and. . . agh. I can't think about it now, I need to clean.
Saturday, November 3o, 2oo2
First snow that stuck.
Good Sandwich: tomatoe, mayo, hard salami, muenster cheese.
Friday, November 29, 2oo2
Wow, I need to get used to writing chronological. . .
I haven't been able to get to my comp because it's not hooked up yeah. And so I'm in my sister's room, yeah. Well, although I do enjoy the break from no site-making for a little bit, I don't, yeah. So yeah. ANyways, I've just been in the living room doing nothing.
Wednesday, November 22, 2oo2
Ahh. . . yes. That does feel better. A break from school is just what I need.
Well, not really. I mean, yeah, who actually likes school, but I do. Uhh. Well, it's a breeze, anyway. Still, a break will be good for me so yeah.
My one new fish (Camella as opposed to Andy) is acting weird. But I don't know him that much yet so he may just be acting normal. But yet, he is a wal-mart fish. . . so yeah. And I think that Andy is pregnant.
Need to work on my room.
Send me an email, please. I'm so bored so so bored. I even made out a form for you, use it. It does work.
You HAVE to go to this site. With all that is good and evil, it's an absolute wrong not to go here, look, look some more. Oh man, it's perfect perfect great great.
*touch*
Tuesday, November 26, 2oo2
I'll start writing up here now. In chronological.
Today I scared myself, I didn't have to run the mile because we had a sub, and I smelled really bad.
Tomorrow is a hlaf-day, isn't it? It is? Oh, and after that there's not school on Thursday or Friday? Well, why not? Not that I'm complaining, oh anyt --- Ahh, I thought Thanksgiving was last month. It's not? Then what's in October? Oh, that's Haloween? Okay, I think I get it now. But I don't need to get it. It doesn't concern me at all.
I've been noticing lots of materialistic comercials, ugly lighted houses, and horrid music playing in stores. It must be that time of year again.
(in case you don't get it, I don't celebrate holidays.) I don't really have that much of a problem with it. They can do whatever they want. But I'm not going to. BOOP!
Monday, November 25, 2oo2
Look at that date. Wow. Awful, awful. November , and 25 still. I hate the number five. It's awful. So then to have five fives. . . man. November. What a regular month. It's so overlooked by all the other months. It's classed with September and December, but it's not the first; not the last. Completely overlooked. This whole date, it clashes. So bad, so bad. Don't even get me started on 2oo2. I can't wait until 2oo3 starts.
It seems to me that I talk about bamboozled.org quite a bit. I guess since I'm gone and the recent message board things stink, so you can go ahead and join, yep.
Well, what I was going to say. In the truth section, go to Daniel's. He's just a tech geek like my brother (whos name is also Dan) but I really like his writing. It makes me feel bad about mine, which is a good thing. *Don't look at me!* I'll just have to read Dante's Inferno, I guess.
a haiku is 5-7-5 YOu should remember that, use that, and use it well. Send me a haiku! And a limerick, while you're at it.
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There once was a girl named Deanna.
She wanted to move to Savana.
Didn't know where it was,
She couldn't because,
She had settled for eating banana.
*bows* I hate selfish poems.
This gurl u see couldnt spll.
4 othrs it made reedin hell.
She had herd it B4
her spllin was pore,
"But U cannot reed i can tell."
*bows* *listens to endless clapping* *blushes*
http://www.livejournal.com/users/craftgrrl/ this is where I've been hanging out lately. I don't think that the projects are really that good, and I haven't found anything worth doing yet, but I'll see one yet, I am sure. You have to go here often because people post often. I haven't joined, not planning to. I'm just a regular ol' smoocher. (like smooching of other's ideas, stealling them, not . ..)
SO! My sister just got her license today. She can drive us around. Err, me. WOW, I'm feeling moorla-ish today. Well. anyways, I said that and she said the parents would blow it off, like no. But I didn't think so, so we'll see at dinner tonight.
How many families eat together nowadays? I have always. ALWAYS.
OOh, gotta go.
back. my cat is sleeping on my hand and I don't want to wake her.
I've been scaring myself lately in a sort of fun sort of way. FunNY, I guess. Well, lately I've been drawing snakes eating little bunnies and rodents and cute little mice and stuff. Funny, right?
I started drawing a bunny and a pig in love today. And then I started drawing a pig killing a bunny and for the rest of the day I just wanted a red crayon. Is that so much to ask?
