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I Am Not a Vegetarian

2nd post

Yes. So I went and had dinner with Rose. We had a ton of fun. I'm so glad we got over whatever the hell kind of hole we (I) was in.

It's so odd to capitalize I. You know, I know of a few people who shouldn't give themselves that much credit. Some people are DEFINITELY "i"-types.

Also, according to Buddhists, there is no "I". We are all i. Even less than that. "i" is just an extention of everything. "i" is nothing unless shown with everything else. "i" is the pinpoint of everything that came before it.

Kind of like all those AIDS commercials.


...

See what happens when I try to be profound?? =)

Really, though, this whole Buddhist thing gets to me. How can I be the best at what I do like I'm supposed to if I'm not me at all? If I'm not different from the rocks and trees, why be me?

I just need to keep studying.

I am being very unlike myself today

In other words, I'm actually GETTING STUFF DONE. I just got done with half of my review for the satanic Pegasus midterm of doom. Also took my car to the doctor and mended half of its problems...and I have a PLAN to clean my room tonight.

Yes. You know your room is dirty when you need a frigging game plan. I do believe that every piece of laundry I own is somewhere in there dirty on the floor. WHich means I at LEAST have to do laundry tonight. ^"^

Heh. My ATM card is somewhere in there, too. And until I find it I have a) no money, and b) no gas. So I may want to get on that, since I'm on the last 1/6 of my tank...

I want to join the girls' lacrosse team.

I'm going to think carefully about that, considering how freaking "sports-compatible" my body is.

More later once I lose all this freakish motivation.

.::ZZ Top. Legs::.



HA! I bet you tried to click it, didn't you?!!!

Come One, Come All, Step Right Up!

Well, here's my blog, out of hiding by popular demand (ie two people)! Enjoy.

LOL. They finally turned the heaters on in school today...and sudden warmth makes me sleepy, so I crashed in Astronomy today while Yates was lecturing on solar eclipses...he saw me fall asleep, and when I woke up, glared at me.

So as I left the room after the bell I turned to him and said "Fascinating lecture, Mr. Yates."

I don't know why he still acnowledges I exist despite my best efforts to keep it from happening. As delinquent as I am in his class, still he persists.

But by the end of the year I shall have one, oh yes. MUA---ah, it's not worth it.

::ahem:: And by "have one" I obviously mean "have won". I am so ashamed that this is my first language.

((Eat that, Mrs. Walters.))

Captain Obvious

People are not pretty when they cry. They are pink and ugly and snuffly and snotty with puffy lids and red eyes.

Things I have found down my shirt:

(I have a scar from #45)
1) ice
2) spaghetti
3) peeled banana
4) cheerio-s
5) hot wax
6) jell-o
7) ice cream
8) tea
9) milk
10) sugar
11) fruit salad
12) tuna
13) spare change
14) money
15) paper wads/spitballs
16) vicious missiles launched by obnoxious young boys
17) snake
18) various lizards
19) wasp
20) baby opossum
21) puppy
22) kitten
23) un-invited hands
24) stethoscope
25) socks
26) underwear
27) broken seed bead necklace
28) beer
29) stamps
30) pencils and pens
31) hairbrush
32) bobby-pins, barrettes
33) cake
34) watermelon
35) smoothie
36) spoon
37) macaroni
38) lettuce
39) popcorn
40) sno caps
41) earrings
42) someone else's hair
43) lipstick/lipgloss stick
44) twigs
45) wolf spider
46) cheese sauce
47) soda
48) whole bag of M&Ms

The pregnant bitch is having a girl. La de fucking da. I hate kids, and I hate her.

Sorry. Typing Beowulf paper, and I do not feel in the least bit charitable right now. So help me God, I will bite someone's head off before the night is over.

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y ADEMAS!!
Now Fam is in the other room talking to the self-important RADIO GOD about what happened with my dog! Excuse me, does everyone need to know the whole fucking story!!? Let's juts broadcast it to the entire fucking planet, shall we? Next time Claire pisses the bed I'm gonna post it up in the neighborhood!! My God! LET MY ISSUES BE PRIVATE!!
I miss him!!!!

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Look! I'm rational now!

When the self-important RADIO GOD left I took Fam aside and asked her if she'd stop telling people the gory details of why Keely doesn't live with us anymore. She was actualy nice about it and I feel much more rational now.

Look! Poetry! ((QUE RARO PARA MI...GENERALMENTE PARECE QUE QUEJO AQUI MAS QUE HAGO POEMAS.))


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The waves pound relentlessly against unyielding stone,
but cannot break it.
I feel their frustration as I glare
angrily into her harsh, determined eyes.
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I am up at the front,
cucumber cool,
enjoying my 15 minutes of fame.
I can make them hear,
make them know.
Stage fright is a distant memory.
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I see the room as I walk in,
brimming full of stangers.
My stomach feels like it is trying to hide.
They all turn and fix empty eyes on me-
I, stranger to them, stranger than them.
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I found these in my old assignment notebook. Someday I'll probably come back and expand upon them.

Why Today Sucked

Fam manages to ruin my day even from however many thousands of miles away she is right now. She tells Unc bad news to tell me, then calls me to discuss it...and assumes I'm mad at her and hangs up on me...and then Unc says I should call her and tell her I'm not mad. But I am now; she's being ridiculous. And I probably am, too, but this is vacation, and I think I should have the option of keeping all my problems at bay until I'm there to deal with them.

Otherwise the day was fine. Seattle has the best seafood. And really creepy hotel lobby boys who stare every time I enter. And this sucks because all the decent internet service is in the lobby...right in his sight. And right now he's being chewed out by his boss. Nicely, of course. Poor guy; he's so young.

Second Post of the Day

Oh my God, I am so completely SOLD on the University of Puget Sound!!! You have no idea! Now all I have to do is get away from here so I can see all this with a bit more perspecitve, ya know?

Kay, off to get coffee. You know, when in Seattle...I swear, it's how they stay alive.

Here I am...On the road again...

And Unc is running late for breakfast!! AAAH!!!!

We are staying at the Best Western in the University District (wrong university), and he got me my own room, which is all colorful and it has a great bed wth tons of pillows and internet on the TV, which is what I am using right now. It kind of sucks. Th resolution is crappy.
Anyway, we also rented a white Thunderbird convertible and I am not leaving here until he lets me drive it!!!! Oh, I'm getting so spoiled. We flew up here first class. We had a three-course meal (complete with yummy fresh salad and tofu strips...) and the stewardess asked me if I wanted wine...I almost said yeah just to see what Unc would do.
This keyboard sucks.



Oh! Unc gave me the ok on having a senior trip! Now all I need to do is get Fam's yes. I'm not going to ask until December. Or maybe November.I dunno. Alright, now it's not letting me hit enter. Next time I'm using the computer down in the lobby!!

This is too pointless. Don't read.

Ah, I cool. I made a dentist appt, called a college, and made reservations to the Melting Pot. Today. All at once. Me....little Ms. Phone Phobia.

SoooOOOOOOOOO! Now I get to go do homework! Motivation. Yes.
This will fade in two seconds, I know. 4:27 PM

Oh, yeah....I felt it fade. 4:28 PM

LATER: Wanna see scary? Dude, go to Google and type a random phrase in your second language. Then get upset when you can understand the dude talking about sex and a book he still hasn't read. Then wonder why YOU never use "tal". 7:20 PM

Moral dilemma. Should I stay home all day today, or should I go back for 7th hour and take that math quiz? I think it's going to eventually come down to which one is less of a pain in my ass...and whether or not Happy Shower Dude finishes with that freaking awesome shower downstairs before noon or so. Cuz if not...oh baby...I ain't goin!

Oh. Laundry. Yeah...I'm not EVEN venturing down there until Happy Shower Dude is gone.

My dilemma rests on your shoulders, man. My problems are in your hands.

And you probably didn't graduate high school. I am SO SCREWED, aren't I?

I, the Karma Black Hole...

My science teacher managed to doom my karma first thing in the morning. The Beer Vat was bitching about a fly, so he caught it and said "hey, has anyone ever done this?" And proceeded to RIP THE LEGS OFF THE FLY...which was still alive...In front of the ENTIRE CLASS!! Then he let go of it and said "Fly, fly!" and the poor thing just tumbled down...and then he chuckles and goes "See? They can't land!"

Then he made fun of me for being absolutely horrified. He said "C'mon, I KNOW you've killed flies."

Yes, I have. But I have never TORTURED THEM BY RIPPINGTHEIRLEGSOFF!!!

God. Thinking about it makes me ill. You see...he had to catch the legs first because they were wiggling...and then PULL...and there was a popping noise...

Yeah. I never had a chance today.

Fast Planes and Fast Women Threaten Cary Grant's Alter Ego

Rose was the bright moment in my reaaally crappy day today. The morning sucked because I couldn't find the black fishnets I have that look like they're painted on, so I had to wear normal electric blue ones instead (thus negating all existence). Then I get to school...nuff said.

Also, one of my friends has been reaaaaaaally distant lately. She won't talk, and every time I try to get her out of her damn little oyster shell she glares at me and rolls her eyes. Also, she didn't sit with us at the GSA meeting...or even say hi. Now see...I'm not sure how I feel about this. I don't know what she's doing and so I don't like it. (Plus, I have to sit next to her ass for a semester.) But then again, whatever. She can do what she wants. ((Ow. OW OW OW!! <---that, my friends, is my conscience BEATING my ass.))

Argh. WHERE IS QUELNT?

Ok, back to my bad day. Then....I smelled like onions for a few hours....and then Fam bitched at me all night about stuff. yes, STUFF. There is no implied importance ANYWHERE. Not (important) STUFF...just STUFF.

I was saddened in the hall today as I walked past a kid who I know only as "The You-Know Guy" due to presentations in History AP last year. I wonder if you can guess what his filler was.

Guess who IMed me last night? QUELNT! I was so tripped out....going "Dude...this one-man band is IMing me...and he's COOL..." even though he definitely qualifies as a Techno Dork....just like me. But my favorite song of his is his favorite song of his...and we both like vodka. Whpa, dude...what are the odds?! LOL

That reminds me. Mr 7-7-7, him, and me went out last night to get Serendipity ice cream. ((They sell it by the ounce!...)) On the way there Triple 7 told me about this chess set he has...made of shot glasses. Just think for a moment. Yes, he plans to have a tournament. Yes, I plan to enter (and fail.) My only hope will be that my opponent will be drunker than I am and forget how to play the game.

I want to go play frisbee. I'm going to play it with him tomorrow. He says he's not any good...which is what he said about rollerblading. We shall see.

Mad at Suncoast. They sent me a coupon that is valid from the 13th-16th...today.

I feel this need to write profusely about SOMETHING! Anything! MORELATER.
::.4PM.::



It is now LATER.

I realized driving home from Biker and Attabug's neighborhood that I have had this theory about music since I was four. I remember me and my mom laughing about it on the way up to my psychologist's office. (Yes, at four. We had funny insurance.)
Anyway...It was decided that music was the way messages were REALLY sent to the brain. Think about it.
Brain'd send a beat to make you move...vary the tempo to vary your pace...vary the division to tell you whether it's flowing or choppy. Emotions would be controlled by keys.

Well...it works for me. The older I get, the more essential music is to me. It is getting to the point where it must always be on. And certain chords ore keys can make me happy or sad for no reason. A song on the MAtrix soundtrack made me cry the other day. I was in a good mood.

It's funny, but I like it.

Today was a good day.

Even though I was in a foul mood for all of it.

Why am I not legally as old as I feel?

Met him and Mr. 7-7-7 at Steak-N-Shake tonight after work. Halfway there before I realized a few things:
1) If Fam had any idea where I was, she'd flip,
2) If the cop behind me knew how old I was, I'd be screwed.
3) Screw them both, I want french fries.
4) The next person who uses the phrase "freedom fries" around me will be wearing his legs as a turban.
5) That is a nasty mental image.
6) Hey look, it's Stealthy Loser Boy!
7) I want to punch him.

Our waiter gave us our stuff free, too. I am getting good at this not being charged thing.

I want to be 18 so I can go get my tongue pierced and buy a real set of handcuffs for my car.