This is the earliest I have voluntarily been awake all summer. Batman had better be happy.

::edit after a fantastic lunch, two kill bill movies, and a smoothie::
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! *sniff* I'm gonna miss you, Batman.

*glee*

Took Batman to see the Dark Crystal at the Tivoli theater.

^_^ Best. Night. EVAR.

*goes to bed*

FEH!!

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I is graduateded.

Booyaka!

::EDIT NEXT MORNING:: Alright, I'm feeling a bit more serious, so here's a decent picture that proves I have pupils er, wait...

Gah, saaaad!

Well, not only did I leave my book behind last night when I wanted to study for the Pegasus final...but I also seem to have lost it completely. I am not happy. The book is not cheap. I need it to study. Desperately. And now...not only do I have to work tonight, and the first half of it is tomorrow...but I need to find the damn book.

I just did a little mental backtracking. All my review sheets are in my book. Which means that as of Friday (or Monday...damnit), I still had it. So I think I left it in the Grammar Witch's room. And I'd go check now, but they're doing presentations...so I ahev to wait until the bell rings.

GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

It isn't quite as bad as it could be, though. I actually have notes over most of what the final for tomorrow will be over. "The Poetic Attack", or a very strict method of formally analyzing a poem in an essay. I don't expect that part to be too hard. But the second part...

...

*dies* I am so utterly, totally, dead and screwed.

Go me.

*eye roll* I must deserve this. This is some sort of Karmic retribution.

::EDIT AFTER SCHOOL::
Karmic retribution indeed. It was in my car all along. This is definitely a sign that I should clean it. (Note: MY car is infamous for being dirty. Stuff just...ends up in there.)

It is thundering! Today would be a lovely day to stay at home and play in the rainstudy...but noooo, I have to go into work! So I won't be back 'till around midnight-thirty....

A quote that hurts muchly:
ME: well, I like languages. A lot. And I didn;t ahev problems with anythign except comma usage.
RUPE: and typos, it seems

SHAMED!!

My views on the night

...Like you all care.

It didn't start out all that great, in all honesty. I had a girlie breakdown moment in front of all my guy friends when I showed up late without my date OR my tickets to the limo meeting place...that's a long story, but let's say I was embarassed to be caught crying in front of them. I did find my 'date', and managed to get into prom after some 'negotiating'.

The food was excellent, though the pasta was a bit too salty. But no one else had an issue, so it must have just been me. The music was better than I remember sophomore year, but still pretty damn sucky. I danced anyway. In the shoes below.

HMM... I had a great time and the limo was fan-fucking-tastic. It had a stocked soda bar, a TV/DVD/Stereo, and lots of neon color-changing lights. There. I am done.

The getting ready process

STEP 1: Hair

A funny quote:
FAM: *sarcasm* "Oh, nice hair."
ME: "Thanks, I'm leaving it this way."
FAM: *pause* "Are you really? You're not going to let it down?"
ME: *stare* "Guess."

STEP 2: Gather the tools

...yeah. Most of that went on my face. o.O !

STEP 3: (After a bath. Sorry, no photos.) Put it on my face


STEP 4: Begin to finish hair (cue scary Medussa piccy)


STEP 5: Put on accessories and dress


And to make sure you all understand these shoes...

Yes, my feet are all blisters today. But I had a night of talless. Go me.

STEP 6: Take bad close-up photo before taming waves


A full pic is coming soon of me in my dress. I swear. I just have to find it. And like it.

Well, I'm ready for Prom now.

Two highlights of the dress trip last night with Rose: While driving to West County, we were stuck behind this "old zombie lady"...and we nearly witnessed her death when she swerved into oncoming traffic and an SUV almost hit her. This is only a highlight because of our shocked response: "Wow...", I said. "We almost saw-" Rose continues..."An old lady die," I finished. Then we berated ourselves for how awful it was to be laughing about it. ((Desensitized America.))

Also, I told Rose not to let me get a black dress, since pretty much all I wear is black, and the dress I wore to Prom sophomore year was black...and she made sure I didn't...((damn her)). So I kept on trying to sneak black dresses in anyway when I was grabbing ones to try on. For example: "Oh, wow! This is such a pretty purple!" Rose looks over, glares, and says "Wren! That dress is black!" I point to the lavender trimming around the bodice. She glares at me. "Put. It. Back. That dress is SO not purple."

For the rest of the night she kept bringing up the "purple dress."

I ended up with a white dress. Yeah, I know. Me, in white? But it's really pretty. It has a halter top and a wide skirt, and the cloth is covered in silver, almost-snowflakelike flecks. I have lots of shiny jewelry to go with it, too. I am going to freaking GLOW on prom night...

...ugh. I don't think I'll be able to bring myself to post a picture.

How the Night Went

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!
[/primal scream]

So I had to go to work at four today, not five. I am so glad I had no homework, otherwise I would have been insanely screwed.

I get there a bit late and realize that the only reason I am scheduled is b/c CSRs are not allowed to work alone during a meeting or some crap like that. So Hockey Boy and I spend two hours doing practically nothing. By nothing I mean opening every game in the game section and making sure they were all inside. While listening to the damn girl in "Win A Date With Tad Hamilton!" scream over and over in wild glee on the trailer tape. But there was a perk: The store was dead the whole night.

Then it's on to the meeting. Don't get me wrong, there are worse ways to work two hours of a shift away. And since I'd already spend two hours before that doing nothing, that meant I'd only have to do four hours of real work. But BBV has decided to revamp the selling process once again. I just went through a fucking training and evaluation class of HELL for the old way, and now I'm told I have to get re-evaluated! DAMN THIS! I am SO SICK of working a job where I have to feed the monster! It's bad enough that I have to sell, but they want me to sell and be followed around by someone with a piece of paper who has to rate my actions on a scale. NO.

Oh...and I'm on call for Prom. And no one will fucking work for me. So I may get written up for going to a school function. But I've already put $100 into this whole damn ordeal. Screw them. They won't actually NEED me.

I...am going to go accost someone now.

::EDIT AFTER SLEEP::
I added a few things to the post above and got rid of the typos. Woo!

Man! This week is already kicking my ass, and it's only Tuesday!! Yesterday morning I woke up and realized that I am *THIS* close to being utterly burned out. It's a good thing the work load is lessening...mostly. I don't even have the willpower to get out of the house, hang out with my friends, plant my plants, etc. All I want to do is sit and read/play a game/talk online in my PJs (or portions of) with a blanket and a mug of tea. Or sleep.

You know something is wrong when you don't have enough left in you to even be social. I feel myself sliding into hermithood. I predict that I will get more lazy and antisocial until next Thurs, when I am fully out of school. Then, after a week of downtime, I'll be back to my normal self and willing to be around people again.

So tonight I have to go dress shopping, memorize lines for a skit, and...

Ugh. UGH UGH UGH!

::EDIT AFTER SCHOOL::
It has been three years. Three years. And profesora still does not know my name.

Early Morning Exhaustion

I need a job with better hours. I don't really mind the staying up late, since I'd be up anyway, but I would love it if my shift started a few hours later so I could actually get some damn homework done. Ah well. I only do one weekday shift in a work week.

Oh. I missed an awards ceremony last night, so when I came home everyone had IMed me and either been like "they called your name, you should have been there", or "be glad you didn't go!!!" I just want to know what I got, if anything. I am glad I didn't go. Money > Ego stroking.

Just got done typing up a lab for Plants and People and am SO tired and cold. I have all my heavy blankets that are usually kicked down at my feet up around me. Course, the shower had nothing to do with my current coldness. Or the fact that I could be dressed in more than just a bedsheet. I need to find the motivation to get dressed. Too bad its not toga day at school again.

I wrote my last paper for Pegasus AP on Sunday. We already got them back; the Grammar Witch grades crazy fast. I got a C, which is what I was aiming for, really. I didn't want to put forth the effort to get the B or the A. It's nice to know that I don't have to do another one, though.

Hmmmm. I may have a paper due 6th hour today. Either that or on Friday. It may well be my last high school paper.

Yesssssssssssssssssssss...

::EDIT 1ST HOUR::
Anyone have any idea where I could get something that lets me write hiragana on me comp? Program, font, etc...

I feel the need to be evil. Such a thing would help.

Shiroi! Shiroi yami no naka! <--This worries me. VERY literal translation= "White! White darkness of (my) interior"!

::EDIT AFTER SCHOOL:: Nobody told me we had a spanish test. Oh well. Heh. I need to find a way to keep a permanent plant growing in the side pocket of my backpack. The cherry tomato looked too cute in there when I was bringing it home.

Wren's get home routine:
1) throw backpack into study.
2) Rip off random article of clothing. Or three.
3) Get iced tea and apple.
4) Flop in front of laptop.

Satire, baby

So, I just wrote my satire. Well, last night I did. I'm doing the finishing touches now. But I just wanted to say that my wireless internet works in the kitchen and my room, but NOT in the study. I think The Uber Machine has a bad sense of humor.

MMMMMM, breakfast

I'm not tired, I'm not cranky, and my breakfast is yummy. In short, it's morning, and I'm in a good mood. Something is seriously wrong.

.::AFTER SCHOOL EDIT::.
Today ruled. I don't know why. It went by slowly, but it went by well. The only bad point was 3rd hour, sitting there, forcing myself to not self-destruct so I could escape the Erratic Bitch.

But! I just got off the phone with the Admissions Office....albeit a very stuffy, punkass type of admissions counselor. He was all like "Since you're enrolled in another foreign language and you contacted us we {the royal we?) don't see any real problem with it. However, we will have a concern if you switch out of any other classes."

So I'm all confused by his stuffy, condescending tone. Was that a trick? I would have been fine if he hadn't gotten all "however" on my ass. ::unsure grin complete w/ anime sweat drop::

So, uh...what do you guys think? Should I go ahead and extricate myself from that class? Or should I suck it up?

Le first day de finales reales.

Well. Sort of. Argh, lost all will to write.

.::EDIT 3:16 PM::.

Well, after a lot of reading and a short nap which was interrupted quite oddly by a phone call asking for Rose's whereabouts I feel ready to tackle the massive amounts of studying in store for me. Though allow me to mention in passing that the Heavenly Body's bodyfriend's voice is odd and unlike him over the phone. Nicer, maybe? Not calling him un-nice!!! I have no idea how to explain it, but I'm not sure I'm happy I got woken up.

Where is Rose, anyway? It seems like she's forgotten every plan she made originally today. It's ok, cuz I didn't really have time to hang out with her anyway. Plus, I am not about to get upset about previously-made plans.

The blog fever has spread. Now SK has one. What have I done?!! LOL...yes. I have shown a good and obnoxious thing to the world. Of course. What else would I be good for?

Now to the original topic that I clicked the damn link to type about in the first place:
As Rose was putting half of an amazing, 1/3 potency rum cake into my back seat today, she said something that struck me as very fitting about my car. "Is it just me, or is the trash receding?"

It was the "receding" part that got me. It was like in that one little word she had summed up the fact that my car has a mind of its own, and I have no control over it. The trash creeps out its tendrils, takes over, then recedes, fades...yet it always returns. And what the hell is up with the dashboard? I dust that bastard weekly. It really amazes me.

BooDAWG!! (Don't ask.)

Well, I think I did simply smashingly on all of my tests today. Though my hand is sore from too much writing. Geez, it's US History AP all over again. ((Never look back!!!))

Hmmmm. I have to work tonight, so I desperately need to be studying for my math final tomorrow AM, but I also desperately need a break. The sad thing is, I also desperately need money, so I can't not go in. Yes, I'm desperate, ok? Shut up already. XP

Ok, ok. I also admit to feeling pretty confident about how I'll do tomorrow. All I really have to do is take notes and learn how to do one type of problem. I'm all good for the rest. But...my Reg final....that's another story. I really should have taken notes, you know? But that's ok, I'll just suck it up and get what I deserve. Speaking of, that Peg paper I did the night before/ the day of? Got a B. LOL. I didn't expect such niceness. I also got a B on my math test, which is as I expected. B's in math are good for me. I usually get high C's. =( My one weakness. Heh. Besides soda. And the list goes on. My one weakness.

Also, I hear from Biker that the ASSt. final is incredible hard. Plus I have no more of the worksheets we need. I fucked myself over in that class. I am such a dumbass sometimes (for some reason I just typed "dumbass" as dambadd )...

Alright. I should go do something else that may evolve into studying/ changing for work/ cleaning my room....

fuck me.

.::EDIT::.
Wait, one more thing. I was standing in the kitchen carving up a chicken for dinner when in walks my husband Wilbur in a jealous rage making myself a sandwich and wondering about that odd sucking noise coming from behind me. I then realize that it's Mini-Fam, my almost four-year-old little cousin...sucking away on her paci. She's also holding a bottle.

So here's a shot out to Fam:

DO THE WORLD A FAVOR AND MAKE YOUR BRAT GROW THE FUCK UP.

...says the pissy 17-year old who doesn't want to go to college. Grow the fuck up. Right. Take your own damn advice, hey?

MMMMM. I dunno if I can take this all-day studyTHON. However, I have made massive amounts of progress. Simply massive, what. All ready for whatever the Wicked Grammar Witch throws at me on Monday...and I have more spanish train/car vocab drilled into my head than, well, quite possibly brain cells. Still, I have to go over airport vocab and camping/sports vocab. And try to remember the sequence of tenses. And sleep.

And, possibly, prevent my head from exploding. Ah well. Whatever else happens, at least I uh...have no clue how to end this sentence.

One of my little idiosyncrasies? Yes, I always want to spell sentence "sentance". Oh yes. Because that's how it is pronounced in my hometown. Just like my run-in with "nucular" bombs. You know, since they're "nukes", they have to be "nucular". "Nuclear" would be too, you know, right.

Happy Birthday, Stephen Hawking!!!

I woke up late today, and expected it to suck from then on, but I actually had a really good day. My hair spiked right for the first time all week, I got hot cocoa for breakfast, had fun in Japanese and Astronomy, ignored the profesora and wrote all hour, managed to convince The Wicked Grammar Witch I had done my reading even though I'd had no idea we had homework, bugged some new people at lunch, learned how to make danishes 6th hour

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and started laughing really hard at Da LDB in math class. Why, you ask? Well, he was really sleepy, so every time I looked over, his head would dip forward, then jerk back again, then slowly sink foreward, then jerk back...for 10 minutes!!! I finally started laughing so hard he woke up, so I kept on hitting him every few minutes to make sure he wouldn't start doing it again. It was, in a way, absolutely horrifying.

Also, I wore two new shirts today: A black taffeta wrap top, and a light blue button-down. I did the layering thing cuz I figured it would be cold. Also, I had no idea until I got to school that the black shirt was barely visible...so I walked around all day with my "bra" showing. LOL. Only I knew I wasn't being a skank. It was nice, in a way. HMMM. I may have to re-think myself.

WHEE!!

I had a lot of fun with Quelnt tonight....even though I can't decide whether that smell is new shoe leather or smoke. Evidently standing upwind of him while he smoked was not meant to be. There WAS no upwind. LOL. Anyway. I was afraid that, since he had told me he was really shy, that there would be a lot of awkward silence and little conversation. Nope. He chipped in, he had opinions, and he didn't seem shy at all. Twas fantastic. However, he DID take the seat of power. GRRR. So I spent the whole night watching the people behind me in the window.

Ah, hell. I probably made an ass out of myself and he'll never speak to me again. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA-HAHAHAaaaaaa.....

Damnit. I can't remember whether or not that was supposed to be a joke. But now that I think about it, we had a convo about why I don't like guys to have any opinion about my physical features (It was relevant. I am not self-centered. Oh no, more worrying!), and I'm now afraid that I sounded arrogant. "Oh, I'm so hot, and it's annoying as all hell." When that's not what I meant at all. Nah. I'll just trust that he is smarter than that.

Great. Now I feel arrogant for TYPING THAT.

I DO NOT THINK I AM A SEXY BITCH!!! NGAAAAH!!

I also don't think I'm ugly. I am, hmmmm. Satisfied?

Mostly, yeah.

Sorry to all of you who read this.

Man...my room is SO FILTHY. But I have about $30 in change from working on cleaning it, I swear. So in a way, it's not all that bad. I do need to get it clean, tho, so I can buy new plants and make my room all happy again. Since the Damily has said no to a freaking cockatiel, I assume I shall be getting myself a tank of fish. Well, I probably shouldn't, since I'll be going off to college soon, anyway, and knowing my luck my room-mate would have a fish phobia.

GRAAAAAA. I must admit to a few qualms about "meeting" Quelnt. No, not because I'm afraid he's going to rape me, like Biker says, because I have all faith in my ability to kick his ass if need be (no offense to him at all! I can kick ANY guy's butt!). Stop laughing. It's just that I have this thing about meeting new people. I am deathly afraid of new people. And new places. And I'll be meeting a new person in a new place...and despite the fact that I know (knew) what he looks like and I talk to him online...he's still new. Does anyone get that? Oh well. I'm not gonna back out and whine about it being too cold to leave the house this time, LOL.

And don't worry, MS-DJ. You're not new, so I have no problem with meeting you for some caffeine and catching up on old times. LOL. No, because then I can smile at you threateningly and you can wonder whether or not you'll survive the outing. Twill be grand fun, I say.

Well....I'm doing laundry, so I should have clean clothes by the time seven 'o'th clock comes around. Then it's off to see the Return of the King!! ::EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE:: I am such a dork! But I adore those movies! And I am pround so say NOT because of Orlando Bloom. And especially not Liv Tyler. Stupid thing looks like she's always on the verge of tears. It's annoying. I just like the pretty trees. And the horses. And the orcs. BWAHAHAHA, orcs. Mrs. Carmell, anyone?

I am so evil. But that image still makes me laugh hysterically.

Look! I exist!

::sigh:: I desperately am trying to convince my family to let me take in this bird. It's a cockatiel...and I want him. I mean, he's free!

::sigh:: School resumes tomorrow.

::sigh:: My Spanish homework is actually worth points.

::sigh:: I am so fixated on Jananananana's CD and the bird that I can't do my homework.

::sigh:: Unc wants BBQ for dinner. I do NOT want BBQ chicky....so I may have to backslide and eat pork. Sounds yummy, but what if I make myself sick?

MMMMMM, then no school tomorrow.

OK, pork it is!

Ah, such a good weekend. The family was gone, so I was once again able to pretend I owned the house and was entirely self-sufficient. HEH.

And other stuff, too.