Thursday, February 26, 2004

I m sry girls.. we lost the band off for you!

Monday, February 23, 2004


people wonder why I m a perfectionist... well having skipping gym to get the closest to 100 on a project i could be compared to babysitting and let them roll around in glass... my dad says its not about the grade, and not about skipping gym yet he give me an hour lecture on accountability and how i shouldnt have forgotton to copy down my answers to a different sheet, yah so forgetting is not acceptable but when my parents forget a doctors appt. or forget a cell phone at a work site... its all about not doing it again... what happens when you forget that doctor and dentist for the... god forbid... third time in a row? what now... do as i say not as i do? no, as i m sitting here crying my dad asks after yelling at me, are you ok? FUCK NO I M NOT OK! I fell imperfect... i fell not worty... i thought i was doing the best thing obviously i m not perfect enough... now i get to go be slave driven by my parents because my sister had to tweak at my mom... fuck you erin and fuck the world... i m so sick of not being acceptable or good enough.

Wednesday, February 18, 2004

i hear you on the radio
you permeate my screen
it's unkind but
if i met you in a scissor fight
ill cut off both your wings
on principle alone
HEY! MEGLOMANIAC! your no jesus! yeah youre no fucking elvis
wash your hands clean of yourself baby
step down, step down, step down

Tuesday, February 17, 2004

So today in band i made an effort to remember to post the horrors of third hour. It begins with a daily dose of being pushed around and chatted at from all angles in an oh-so-small entry way. After talking to banzo and neho i settle to clobber my way toward my seat, than the real fun begins. Mr. Jacobsen looks around, pretending he actually knows everybody and comments on their clothes or asks why there is an empty seat next to you, considering I m late almost everyday, i get the eye. Now you have not seen any "looks" until you seen this one. It's like he is looking, right under your clothes, rapist like, and loving every minute of it... bluck. So then we start playing, and by playing i mean playing endless repetitive scales and notes to "warm-up" for roughly 30 minutes out of 50. Then we start the piece, he starts up Dr. Beat, the well loved, har har, metrenome on a loud annoying click clop click clop, 16th note, and then expects us to play penatonic scales up and down and up and down grrr. All the while it sounds messy and not together and random and grrr, but we still need to work on it, instead he has a hissy fit for eric talking mind you he is completly silent and then decides to move on to a piece entitled "sleep" which consists of whole notes, yeah challenging to say the least. Then he starts to do this swoopy, gushy thing with the baton and i raise my hand and ask the legitimate question, "are you differentiating the difference between 2/4 and 4/4?" he looked shocked that i would question his superiority and said what do you mean... aka i have no clue what the big word you said meant... dumbass. best part about the story, this will happen for 4 trimesters to come...

Sunday, February 15, 2004

so all you ocd about spelling get over it... i cant spell

being hung on by a five year old rocks.. you kno the whole human jungle gym thing really suits me... and leaves me feeling like a 4 pack a day smoker... pant* pant*

So our family friends came over, many pieces of pizza later i m sitting here trying to relive the horrors of the night, and the joyful moments of today...

This morning i went to "church" with my mom and poppy and they went over to my grandrents hizzouse and hung out with my gram... we went to mcdonalds, i pardoxically had a salad, quite good though and watched a phenomenal movie called Father Goose it was really cute and i recommend it to all, then the Janes came over to chill, we had a "dont break the ice" tourny and i was the consellation champ (whoot whoot!)

Yeah so right now i m whelmed (today at "church" E.T. (the practitioner) taught us today that overwhelmed was like saying stressedstressed, they mean the same thing... yeah learn somthing everyday) about school i need to get my gpa up and fast

When life gives you lemons, put them in your bra. Hey it cant hurt anything!

Wednesday, February 11, 2004

yeah so its really late and i have not started my hmwk instead i have been making valentines and hanging with my mom at church... haha story time ok so my mom and i were going to church to drop my lil bro off at religion and my mom usually speaks wednesday nights, but she wasn't really expecting anyone so we went to have a "15 minute grace period." So instead my mom and i open up a "Gather" songbook and start flipping through it... ok quick flashback so you understand the story... when we were little to keep us occupied in the car she would steal the inserts to the songbooks and make us sing church songs in the car... anyways so i opened a book and was like mom remember this song? and we did that.... for about 1 and a half, then all of the sudden Sister Mary Louise walks in and was like what is that beautiful noise? (not that i would call my mom's low singing voice on top of my tone-deaf melodies really good sounding), yeah but we talked to her for a while too and then "picked up" my brother or rather walked to his class room and were like grocery store time! whoot whoot! so we go to the grocery store, get the stuff to make cookies and make cookies for another 2 hours

synopsis of tonights events... major awesome bonding time with ma mere

Tuesday, February 10, 2004

i m sick of ap shirts...

So this whole cheating thing has been on many online journals and i thought i would add to the mayhem

First off the people who, cheated you suck. Why couldn't you have just written it like the rest of us? With the set amount of time and just our brains to rack, not books to purge and hours to write it.

Second off the friendships destroyed is just ridiculous, Why would one incident of cheating pull years of good memories apart?

Third off, the people who cheated needed to feel the consequences, not just slide by, having it be acceptable for you to cheat. It would have bit you in the but sooner or later, re-writing the essay now, or getting to the ap test and having to write an essay on the same topic with no resources and a set amount of time, i guarentee it.

6 students and 4 teachers agree with me do you?

Monday, February 09, 2004

Anthony works in the grocery store
Savin' his pennies for someday
Mama Leone left a note on the door,
She said,
Sonny, move out to the country.
Workin' too hard can give me
A heart attack-ack-ack-ack-ack
You oughta know by now
Who needs a house out in Hackensack?
Is that what you get with your money?

It seems such a waste of time
If that's what it's all about
Honey, if that's movin' up then I'm movin' out.

Sergeant O'Leary is walkin' the beat
At night he becomes a bartender
He works at Mister Cacciatore's down
On Sullivan Street
Across from the medical center
He's tradin' in his Chevy for a Cadillac-ac-ac-ac-ac-ac
You oughta know by now
And if he can't even drive
With a broken back
At least he can polish the fenders

Oh, it seems such a waste of time
If that's what it's all about
Honey, if that's movin' up then I'm movin' out.

You should never argue with a crazy mind
You oughta know by now
You can pay Uncle Sam with overtime
Is that all you get for your money?

It seems such a waste of time
If that's what it's all about
Honey, if that's movin' up then I'm movin' out.

Sunday, February 08, 2004

i hate it how ppl are like your not really sad.... you just want attention... haha yeah i portray my life and i m a liar... gr8

Friday, February 06, 2004

So wtf mate? My life is like a bad drug... fast and nauseating.... i cant find time to gather my thoughts, except for in math today, mr. rochack w/in the first 5 minutes of class was like we are correcting your quiz and you havent taken it, go to the hall.... so as i m sitting there is m thinking, chipping my nail polish of and braiding my hair... yeah and talking to my cousin for 15 minutes while he is skipping class.... good talk, so then the bell rings and i walk back into class and he was like i m so sry i forgot about you.... join the club

Nates solution,"I should get a fiddle."

well said

Wednesday, February 04, 2004

so as i m sitting here waiting to talk to copes on the online forum i m thinking how utterly retarded school is... we spaz for a grade which eventually gets us in to college which is supposed to help us get a better job. So much it relient on a damn grade... well what if some of us are too sucky to make the grade, will we end up living in the gutter with the other incompetant non grade getters? I dont kno it just seems so surreal like that tv show where unfamoused stars live like they were famous again...surreal. I m really sick of school and trying to make the grade, perfection is killing me and on top of it all i superly like this guy which is turning into a pathetic mess.

So when you tell people how you feel about them... like hey kid i like you (just for example), are they supposed to like you back, avoid you, or act all cool like nothing changed. Option number trois please with a side order of cake to go... i wish. Instead its a number two with large glass of haterate.. what can you do.

the icing on the cake is everybody is hooking up and hanging out with friends is becoming almost impossible because just friends are becoming more than friends and when an attempt is made on hanging out with one w/o the other it all falls apart...

my cup is half empty and dripping with envy......

Tuesday, February 03, 2004

pep band... what a odd concept.. ponder it

Monday, February 02, 2004

can you say SNOW DAY!!!! whoot whoot! ok so funny story... we get to the bus stop and the bus driver was we don't want you! we were like wtf... he was like its a snow day and we were like stop messing with us you suck and he said no seriously they truly called it off and then we screamed and ran home, and to confirm it was closed not just delayed we went online to channel 5 and 11 news stations and they said nothing about eagan or district 196 for that matter so for 15 minutes we thought our bus driver had lied to us and made us go home and took everyone else to school cuz he h8s us but then we went to the school website and it said closed... I still believe the mean bus driver story though... its much more interesting. So today i didnt really do anything, went out and played in the snow, slept for a couple hours.... blah blah blah So tomorrow I hope it's a snow day... knock on wood

and thats the way the cookie crumbles....