...or not.

No school on Friday. You will all be shocked to hear that this disappoints me.

::listening to Elliot Smith+Ween::

LATER

YAY! I'm gonna go to Tea Club Friday!!! ::happy dance::

ARGH, I really must do homework at some point....but first....TETRIS!!!

One upon a time in a land called Shangri-L.A., a beach-blond punk pixie named Weetzie Bat lived a life of surf and slam. But Shangri-L.A. can be Hell-A., too, and Weetzie wanted something celestial and sparkling to keep her safe.

So she made three wished and learned that love is the most beautiful and dangerous angel of all.

That's the intro to Weetzie Bat, one of the shortest and best (and one of my favorite-est) books ever. It's 113 pages and I just KNOW someone wants to borrow it from me.

Wow, dig the similarites, Jannatron!!

LOL, now I just need to see Ghost World. Goal of the week.

Why Work Sucks

Well, when combined with my family leaving so there are no children in my house to scream at 8 AM...work sucks because it makes me sleep in until 2PM on a Sunday, which means I'll be up until 4AM tonight. So I'll be off at school on a Monday on like two hours of sleep and pissier than I am right now.

And my hair sucks. I desperately need to cut it off.

This is one of those days when I have that urge to chuck the milk gallons again. OH! I haven't written about that here!

I had this dream a little bit after Halloween that involved me and Fam. It was Halloween and I was having a party and literally EVERYONE was there. Well, she comes in and starts yelling at me about where I parked my car (this is normal, even when not dreaming.) She wanted me to park it in the driveway, not on the street. The only problem was that HER car was in the driveway...so mine wouldn't fit (also normal when not dreaming). I tell her this and she starts yelling "I don't care, blah, blah, blah, do it anyway..." At this point everyone in the room is backed up in a corner and just staring. I go over to the fridge to get some tea or somethign and go "well, if you want me to wreck your damn car, I'll park in the driveway. But why don't you just move the ugly thing?" AAAAND she freaks out and starts yelling about how unmanageable and delinquent I am.

So I open the fridge, take out a gallon of milk, and chuck it across the room, where it explodes in a frothy, milky, oh-so-satisfying spray. Fam looks at me with deadly eyes and says quietly. "Oh, I know you did not just do that." I respond "Yes, I did" and send the 2% over to join the skim. =D

Luckily I woke up before she decided to punish/kill me. But then she came home and I was already mad at her because of a dream...and the rest of the day was not pretty.

Anyway. The moral of this story, boys and girls, is that that now I always have this insane urge to throw the milk every time I open the fridge. heh. And someday I'm just gonna give in, get a mop, and do it.

ﾂｿDe veras? No estoy seguro que esto tiene razon...

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4:30PM

Quick note before I go off to work. I just thought of a really great comic idea that involves my character Mary-Mary. So that's what I'll be doing in my free time tonight. YAY!! =D If I can figure out how I'm gonna start posting my comics here. That may mean I'll have to upgrade to the paying version...we shall see. I think it's only 10 bucks a year or some insane low rate like that.

Hear Ye, Here Ye

Hmph.

I am so offended with the world right now, but at least I know I hit my low point early in the day. Shall I humiliate myself further by actually typing out what happened?

Of course! Read on with glee, Random Reader!

Tiny One and I were at Bread Co...and well, I just had to get my I.C. Caramel. God, those things are the bane/boon of mt very existence. Anyway, they have those big straws, right? Well, I was talking, and I bent down to get a sip, and somehow ended up getting the straw wedged between my front teeth...
It hurt. And my pride is still whining about the blow.

We laughed a lot, tho. And hey, I don't need to floss anymore.

Ewwwwww, that's kinda nasty.

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWN

It's 1:14!!!!!
Time to roooooooll outta bed and get "breakfast"....then shower and head off to work!!

UGH.

The Futility of My Life Astounds Even Me

Attabug's evil shoe has put my leg out of comission. He does not know this yet, however, because my machismo prevented me from telling him I had hurt myself while trying to kill him. (Hopefully he won't read this.)

Cannot get my comment system up and running. I need to hurt something....possibly my other leg?

Ok. Get this. In the training room in our Blockbuster one of the new employees drew an anarchy symbol. Think about that.

Blockbuster. Anarchy. Multi-million dollar conglomerate. Anarchy.

My conclusion? A wannabe anarchist is "rebelling" against the company he just sold his soul to.

Loser. Because srawling a symbol on a white board accomplishes a lot. You just keep on doing your thing, man...

Oh, and I DO mean "sell the soul". They make you sign MORE PAPERWORK and AGREEMENTS...

I'm out.

It's FRIDAY!!!!

Oh wow, the feeling of relief is IMMENSE!! However, I have to be at WORK in like 15 minutes or so... so the feeling is NOT going to last.

I had something I wanted to talk about. Why can't I remember it now?

::anime anxious face complete with sweat drop:: Heh. Just got my wardrobe off the floor and down into the laundry room...and no sign of my ATM card.

::ahem:: Would anyone care to donate to the get my ass to school cause?

. . .

Fine. Bastards.

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11:15 PM (This means "later")
Well, I found my money source. So my bum will be able to drive my "new" car to school tomorrow. So you all will see me.
I chose my baby photo out of like the three I have. There was one of me in a frilly dress drinking soda out of a bottle...but I respect myself.

HMMM. I need to get to work on the SAFE stuff. And Ms. Secretary needs to start showing up. She may be awesome, but that doesn't mean she can skip. ::hint hint:: Yes, I really don't care. =D

Look! Using this handy little link, now you all can make fun of me!
well, I hope not, anyway. Keep in mind that I can delete-delete-delte! (and spell, too!)

more pretty piccys

I am truly passionate.

Find your soul type at kelly.moranweb.com.

cutty-pasty

http://kelly.moranweb.com/quiz/fairytale/

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.