(3 band-aids | ow) Don't ask me questions. Especially when I don't feel like answering. [22 Oct 2004|04:21pm] [ mood | worried ] [ music | gogogogogogoogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogoogogoogogogo ] We are very behind on our deadline in yearbook. At the beginning of class, out of one hundred pages, we had a grand total of fourteen done. "Aren't you so proud?" Ms. McBride sneered, as she put them in the box to send to the plant. I wanted to cry.  So Mallory, Robert, Anne, Mark, Mara, and I skipped the pep rally and worked our butts off to finish as much as we could. Some of the stories SUCK, but we now have sixty pages done, which is way better than the amount we had at the beginning of the period. Some of the stories are so horrible, though. I now understand why Mallory and Ms. McBride said they wanted to cry when reading them. I feel so bad too, because it's very possible that this yearbook could blow. Unless half of the stories can be completely rewritten....oh man. It might be very, very, very, very embarrassing. And it's like we'd be letting Ms. McBride down, not to mention, um, EVERYONE who buys a yearbook. I know I talk obsessively about the "y" word. Sorry. So....hm. Last night I had a nightmare that I got a "C" on my world history exam which gave me a "C" in the class. I woke up crying. It's a bit creepy when you start dreaming about your grades. That definitely means there's too much school.  Spirit week is next week, and I am siked times ten. Jessica, Anne, Erin, myself, and anyone else who wants to might wear tights and tutus Monday. Which will be awesome if we do. But I need to see my dear! And garage sale. And hair cut, oh my.

(9 band-aids | ow) Sh, I'm trying to convince her to become a lawyer! [18 Oct 2004|07:26pm] [ mood | busy ]             I composed a nice, long entry Friday night about Louisiana up to then, but as I went to post it, it of course deleted itself.              So I’ll start over because a.) I am cool like that b.) I am avoiding all the make-up work and stressing over deadline and c.)….because I can.             There were a lot of bayous. And dead raccoons. And dead possums. And everything is St. Something and is unpronounceable, like Therdibeax and Tchoupitoulas. I’m terrified of air planes so of course the flights weren’t exactly enjoyable, but thank goodness I didn’t have to sit next to the creepy Indian man with the hair growing two inches out of his ear on the plan from Atlanta to Baton Rouge. New Orleans was disappointingly boring. There were no drunk college kids hanging over the sides of balconies making out with random strangers spilling beer on people. It was sad. Everyone was either under the age of five or over thirty five years of age, and there were a thousand senior citizens walking around looking like total tourists in the feathered boas they bought.             But I bought one myself for my car so whatev. It’s really pretty too. Haha.             Anyways, we went to the French Market which was totally lame. All they had was food, some knock-off designer purses, and voodoo dolls which were cool until every street corner had the same exact kind. Café du Monde was pretty awesome though. And when I say “pretty awesome” I mean pretty freaking delicious. Café au lait + beignets = heaven. I had five different kinds of shrimp for dinner, and then we walked to Bourbon Street because I was bored. It was over run by the elderly and homeless people asking for money. But instead of yelling at you like a normal one would when you said, “Sorry” or ignored them, they would instead drawl, “Thank you and have a wonderful stay in New Orleans.”             WTF, man?             Only one didn’t say that. I think he and his buddies were actually drunk, because after he asked my dad for some change he yelled after us, “Hey, I wanna get on Brazil” (which would’ve been really weird and random if I hadn’t been wearing a jacket that says “Brazil” on the back).             So New Orleans wasn’t as great as I had hoped.             The next day we drove to Covington, saw Virginia whom I now love and her son Olivier, and helped her load her car with fruit salad for the brunch Sunday morning. She had an entire ice chest full, and as we found out Sunday, it was the best.             Anyways, after a long car ride (in which I had to pretend to sleep the whole time or else my dad would tap me and point out things like medians and bridges) we finally got to Alexandria. This trip has made me appreciate Valrico, because at least we have like, ice skating and a Wal*Mart. If we lived any of the places we went to, our “fun” would consist of going to the Family Dollar store, Popeye’s, and driving trucks around the middle of no where listening to Cajun music. There is NOTHING to do there. I hadn’t seen any one within ten years of my age since Wednesday (except Olivier, but whatever), I was bored, and starving, because my dad forgets a slightly vital need called food and basically, our eating schedule is get up at 7:30 and grab something (which is difficult that early) and then not bother with food matters until some one suggests dinner (or I die from low blood sugar). Then he acts like, “Oh, dinner? Well, I ate a muffin for breakfast and am full. But if you’re really hungry then FINE you pig, we’ll eat.”             So we picked up my Aunt Anne and went to this really good Italian place (after getting lost for fifteen minutes). I will talk about food a lot because that was basically the highlight of the trip. Louisiana and that area has THE BEST FOOD. Shrimp and oysters and po boys, omfg. Wonderful.             After we ate and my aunt of course got tipsy we dropped her off at her hotel and went back to ours. My dad has picked up quite nicely on the whole girl-needing-privacy bit (plus I don’t think he likes sharing a counter with all of my make-up and hair stuff) so I had my own room, even though he knocked on my door every fifteen minutes to ask me something. We were going to Fred’s Lounge the next day in Mamou (yeah, pronounced “Maw-moo”) to hear some nice (NOT) Cajun music, and even though we were leaving at like, eight, I went to bed around one and nearly died having to get up to get ready. I went down to get some breakfast because, knowing my dad, we wouldn’t eat again until the wedding’s reception that evening, and just threw on a pair of jeans, kept my pajama shirt on, stuffed my hair in a pony tail, not really caring that I looked gross.             So of course, a boys’ high school track team was down there getting a bite before the competition. And those track boys were a bit on the attractive side, i.e. VERY nice looking. And I hadn’t even brushed my teeth.             Fred’s was tiny and completely packed with people dancing and drinking. Fiddles and violins and drums and triangles were being banged on and the singing switched between English and French. One is called “Ride the Donkey.” About a man who buys a one eyed, three legged donkey and a farmer’s auction. Who is told by a “little lady” to “give ‘er a ride onne’ donkey, donkey, give ‘er a ride onne’ donkey, OO!” And then they honk. And everyone joins in. So my dad and I are surrounded by people in cowboy and trucker hats sucking down their third beer at nine thirty in the morning yelling, “HEE HAAAAW!” And there’s this tiny old lady joining in at the microphone, wheezing along in French with a bottle of “Hot Damn” whiskey in a holster around her waste. A few men are smiling widely and winking at me, and one pulls one of my pig tails and says, “I couldn’t resist.” When I laughed in an annoyed-touch-me-again-and-I’ll-break-your-face-way he asked, “Is that your dad?” I nodded and he said, “Oh.” And looked disappointed.             Another man told my dad he looks like Jeb Bush. Haha.             If you’re interested in the “Ride the Donkey” song you can listen to it because my dad bought the cd. Fourteen tracks long. And we listened to about half of it on the way back from Mamou, while I counted trucks (I gave up after twenty miles, but I was up to three hundred, including yard trucks).             Basically everyone had finally arrived at Alexandria, so we went to the hotel where everyone was meeting and had coffee. It was Virginia, her two sons Olivier and Townsend (I’ve decided I am naming one of my children Townsend- I love that name), Big Anne, Lil’ Anne (Anne is a family name, and if you don’t know a woman’s name in it, her name is probably Anne; the bride’s name was Anne, too), Minerva, Uncle Robert, Aunt Lynne, Hunter (LJ HOIWU M HA sorry), Tom, and a bunch of other cousins. Because everyone is our cousin. Seriously. God, everyone I met seemed to be my cousin.             I won’t even go into explaining exactly who is who, but Virginia, Li’ Anne, and Val (who wasn’t there) are sisters and my dad’s cousin; Val’s daughter Anne was the bride; and they are French, crazy, and absolutely adorable. The wedding was nice (ok, boring) and the reception was at a stunning old plantation house and had a lot of alcohol. My dad was a bit alarmed at my liking for the wine and limited me to half a glass.             Hahahaha. Oops. I felt bad, because while I was talking to this little girl Emily (A COUSIN), I was sitting there enjoying my wine and feeling a bit light headed while we discussed flying squirrels.             She is adorable, though. I don’t know if it means I’m immature, but I had more fun talking to that ten year old then I did any of the adults.             Anyways, it was pretty mediocre. My aunt made my dad dance with her which was really, really funny; Aunt Lynn was upset when I pointed out Hunter had grabbed the bride in a crazy dance that involved him throwing her around the dance floor (this was after he got like, two plates of food and set them on the table to take up space, almost jumped into the professional wedding pictures, and ran out to Anne and Charlie’s ride to the reception- a freshly waxed, snow white ’67 Packard and was apparently attempting to get in); and the cake tilted at an alarming angle. It was a little on the boring side but nice, all in all.             I was back in my room in time to catch the end of “28 Days Later,” yeeees!             Sunday morning we had to leave Alexandria by ten to drive back to Baton Rouge, but we stopped by Val’s for the cuddin’s brunch and had grits, grilliods, biscuits, and fruit salad. It was delicious. And Val, Virginia, and the women are the best. They are so cute and loud and crazy. It was about nine and already they had their bloody Marys in hand, sipping them daintily.             Virginia gave me a cup of the fruit salad to eat in the car since we were on the run, and I had finished it before we even got on the interstate.             We might go to Seattle in August, if school allows, for a family reunion. I’m not sure why it’d be in Seattle, but whatever.             So it was on the mediocre side with some definite fun times.             And I’m tired.             And hungry.             And here are some pictures. ( oh, your alibaster skin! )

(2 band-aids | ow) I don't want you to call an ambulance, I want you to shut up and let me get out of here [09 Oct 2004|10:25pm] [ mood | uuuuhgcavewomangroan ] [ music | hum of computer. computer hum. yum. dim sum, yow. ] Studying and being sick is my most favorite way to spend the weekend.♥ On the bright side.... Jelly Rats are good.

(12 band-aids | ow) I'm innoculated! [07 Oct 2004|04:58pm] [ mood | content ] [ music | RememberKimmistilldoesn'tknowwhichguybelongstowhichroomOHNO ] I definitely wanted to chomp the woman in student affairs at school today. I can't remember her name, but I walked in near the end of fifth period to turn in the federally enrolled student thing and as soon as I opened my mouth she waved me off with her hand and said, "I'm off for the day, don't ask me for anything." WTF. If a student said anything like that to a teacher or administrator, they would die. But whatever, she was probably having a bad day or something. I had a good one, though, gracias to another leg warmer day! And Christina wore them randomly too. So Jessica, her, and I all had them on and it was funny. ( But they're not socks! ) Walking up the stairs after lunch, one of the redneck sitting on the stairs (and of course, he and his friends wouldn't move so Anne and I could walk by without tripping over them) yelled after me, "I like your socks!" and when I yelled back, "They're LEG WARMERS, not SOCKS," he started mumbling (aka cursing) about how he doesn't care. Some of them are so gross. You can't pass them without hearing crude comments and/or things like, "DUDE, QUIT LOOKIN' UP'ER SKIRT."  m3 3 pi3urnu2;9nu  n2u9R UUiwdouchebags. It didn't help that today was super windy. That caused some troubles. But I also had a nice day because when I opened the pantry door to get a plastic bag, I was greeted by such a lovely site....( oh no! i ate a horse )Horray. Heart. I should study. But I'm not. I hope everyone had a nice day. Turn the page!

(4 band-aids | ow) It's on my refrigerator [06 Oct 2004|06:07pm] [ mood | Lalalala ] So the topic of conversation is how incredibly absurd the school board is. They moved the exams forward twice in one day: first, they were changed from Thursday and Friday to Wednesday and Thursday, then from Wednesday and Thursday to Tuesday and Wednesday. Which sucks very bad, because all the teachers have planned around the exams being at the END of next week and very few have even gotten exams reviews out. So in conclusion, the school board is retarded. The only thing I like about the exams being moved up is I don't have to take them late or early or whatever I was going to have to do since I'm leaving Thursday. And since I don't have any exams to take Wednesday, I only have Monday then the half day Tuesday. Yessss!  Partying with the crazy Creoles.<3 And I think Ms. McBride hates us. Not really, but....ah. I feel guilty because we probably stress her out. We do stress her out. I vote we import some more guys. The end.

(8 band-aids | ow) Replace the miles [05 Oct 2004|05:27pm] [ mood | happy ] [ music | The dishwasher and mah rice burning ] Sometimes, my pants, they talk. My mom and I have a new game. It's called, "Hide the bills from your father so he doesn't see them ever." Think I might've passed a spanish test. Mrs. Frank called me "Ms. Lavender," "Ms. Lavender Sparkles," and "Ms. Sparkles Lavender" today and that she was oh so hilarious. I need a job.  Thirty four days.  YAY!<3

(4 band-aids | ow) I think we need to dress up EVERY DAY. [03 Oct 2004|01:26pm] [ mood | cheerful ] Ahhomeworkahtiredahsorethighsbutahfun! It was really lovely seeing all the shaggy hair at homecoming last night. Newsome stole approximately all of Durant's wonderful shags, so it was very nice to see them again. It was fun. I love Mary and she did an awesome job with my hair and I was super happy. Then Kim at Estee Lauder was super sweet, and I hearted my make-up. It's quite nice getting your air and make-up done, so all you have to do is get dressed and you're ready. It was a bit humorous though because I typically only see two or three people I know at the mall, but the one day when I have my hair and make-up done in a way too extreme for every-day wear I see about thirty thousand people. I made an appointment for next homecoming at Estee Lauder already- I highly recommend them. They give you five hundred and fifty eight free samples, and they have the coolest lip gloss. I heart times ten! Anyways, we were of course running behind but that's totally normal so whatever. The only fly in the ointment was Jackson's, where we had planned on going for dinner, totally takes reservations. And we totally didn't have one. So we decided to go to Crazy Buffet, which was nice anyways. We almost got lost, which was a bit stressful, but we found it. And sushi, as always,=heaven. And add the freaking chocolate-fondue fountain to the equation and AH, utopia. Our waitress wasn't very polite, though; it took about ten minutes of flagging down to finally get our checks, and then there was only a combined one. So after another five minutes we finally were able to ask for separate checks, which she unhappily supplied us with. Then we paid and got our change, except....Jessica got the wrong amount back. A WAY wrong amount back. As in, her check was twenty something dollars; she paid with a fifty; and received forty seven dollars. i3 N390u9nutoawem 4u Karma, though! Karma! We almost died twice, and Courtney's dress got closed in the car door (luckily, it survived the ride down the highway and didn't rip or anything) within the next ten minutes, though, so our runningawayness was punished. It's weird how alike a lot of the girls at Newsome look, though. Courtney calls them the clones, and that's exactly what they are. It's definitely strange. The night was very enjoyable, with no retarded drama unfurling. I saw a girl crying in the bathroom, but that's it. Yessss! I saw two people though that I was happy-slash-surprised to see. One shook his head like, "You little high school kid," when he saw me, and I wanted to break his face and I have no idea why I ever liked him; and the other, HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHHAHAHAHHAHAAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHOMGZHEDYEDHISHAIRANDITSSHAGGYAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAAAAAAAAHHAHAHA. He looked so incredibly shocked to see me. I know this because after I said hi he just stared at me with a very shocked look on his face and his jaw dropped open. The only other time I saw him he was dancing suggestively with his date, so I didn't talk to him, although it would've been quite funny to. Darn. The dance floor was crazy, because everyone was sweating like mad so you're covered in not only yours but twenty other people's grossness. It was really funny when we finally sat down and Courtney said, "I have glitter on my arms. And I didn't wear any glitter." And I didn't notice it until Kendra pointed it out, but the windows were fogged over. Niiiice! It's not surprising though, because some girls were dancing with their dresses up to their waist. I understand that it is much more comfortable and easier to move with your dress pulled up a little, but um, please, let us stop at somewhere between the knees and middle of your thighs. Not your freakin' belly button. Even after a shower I still feel gross. Fun though. Yay! Many thanks to Jessica and Courtney for their company and everyone else I met. And to Courtney for being flippin' sweet and wrangling her grandmother's very very very very cool Lexus that talks to us in the form of beeps and letting us spend the night and just being her awesome self and to Jessica for shouting, "I LOOK LIKE A WHORE!" when she opened her front door and having the coolest dollar store fan and her chocolate pyramid and being funny five seconds after she woke up, which is hard to manage. AND HER REALLY COOL THROAT-SCRATCHING NOISE!!!! I definitely can't wear my hair down to Durant's homecoming. Thank goodness for dress tape. ( you're going straight home, right? ) Homework? Pfft. Ok!

(11 band-aids | ow) What the HECK? [01 Oct 2004|04:09pm] [ mood | relieved ] Oh, thank God it's Friday. We only had three days of school this week but it didn't feel like it. Because we've missed what is it, six days? the teachers have been super-work crazy. Especially my dyslexic-retard-of-a-biology teacher Mrs. Frank, who gives us a test the day we return from our unplanned four day weekend, when we were supposed to spend Monday and Tuesday going over the material; ignores the fact that many of her students did NOT give a flying crap about organelles when they were busy cleaning there houses from the storm and praying that power would be restored; and decides, "Oh, hey! I'll teach my students all new material and the next day give them a test on the chapter!" I understand she's trying to cover lessons that we're behind on and that we need to be familiar with in order to perform well on the exam, but honestly, it's such crap. And we would be a little bit more open to the cramming if she wasn't so incredibly rude and disrespectful. If some one misses the answer to a question because you never state it in a manner that can be deciphered, you do not have the right to call them "slow" and mock them about for the rest of the class. I seriously want to kick Mrs. Frank in the face everytime I see her. I hate to be a bratty student but I would respect her a lot more if she would respect others. Yesterday, I called my mom to ask if we could pick up two ads after her pedicure. "Are they ready this time?" she asked. "The Philly Steak one is but I can't find the number for the beauty place anywhere. I checked the phone book, went on-line, and called information and it's not listed," I replied. "OK. How much more do you need?" "I don't know," I rambled. "I just spent about an hour calling people and no one is interested, and if I don't get the five hundred dollars by next week then I'm screwed, and it's my fault but I'm stressed and I don't want to deal with it and I don't know what to do." "Calm down!" my mom said, sounding alarmed. "Don't worry about it, just go lie down for awhile." "I can't." "Why?" "I have to do my spanish project." "Are you almost done?" "Yes. But then I have to study for my history test and my spanish exam and my biology test. And finish my academic story." "And pick up ads?" "Yes, and pick up ads. And sell some more." Even though it wouldn't make things magically be done, I started to cry, because I can't handle stress. I don't know how people manage those extraneous extracurriculars like band and soccer and dance and manage to keep it together. That's amazing. I definitely failed my bio test, but in history and spanish, I think I did all right- which is for the best, because those are the classes I'm doing the worst in. We should get A's for effort, though. Tomorrow is Newsome's homecoming, yay! I love how when my dad tries to talk in a Southern accent and says, "Virginia," it sounds like he's saying "Vagina."

(2 band-aids | ow) That's not my layout! It's a mug shot! [29 Sep 2004|05:53pm] [ mood | tired ] Ar. There's too much going on in such a short amount of time. It feels like such a waste to be sitting in class (ok, biology) (or Spanish) when I could be taking care of other things that are slightly more important. Like getting the $275 I need in ads by next Wednesday, finishing my academic and retarded student life stories, and sleeping. Hm. Two out of three of my major stresses pertain to yearbook, hurray! On the bright side, though....thanks to the fact I am a selfish, greedy money-spending bitch I have a dress for Newsome's homecoming Saturday! And it's the one I wanted. And even though it's kinda big, we got it on clearance, all though it might not have supposed to been. Because Jessica found it on a 75% plus an additional 30% off rack, but on the computer, it was only like, 50% off. Hahahaha, I just totally did the math, and I think my mom persuaded the lady to give us an extra thirty percent off on accident, hahahaha. Not just the seventy five and thirty, but ANOTHER thirty. Oh, I love my mother's mathematical skills. Or lack there of. Anyways,  I think we scammed Burdines out of about ten bucks. But I felt really guilty about the dress, then my mom was all crazy-obsessed with finding Jessica a dress and was making her try on everything she could get her hands on and acting insane. When she shops, she shops, and it's creepy. So on behalf of my mentally unstable mother I apologize Jessica, and I commend you for not killing her. I think we attract crazy people though. And I am very, very, very, very excited for both homecomings. The next month is going to be a rush. Homecoming, wedding, spirit week, homecoming, Halloween, birthday, LICENSE. <3 to the millionth power. Fantastic, though- we might not have to make up our hurricane days, because maybe they've figured out that to make us would be utterly pointless? Pray God there are no more storms, though. Oh, goodness. It's sad when you become cool for owning a generator.

(2 band-aids | ow) [26 Sep 2004|09:17am] [ mood | bitchy ] [ music | wind, WHAT THE kejwe iownjR0Y80 ELSE ] Before the power goes out I am going to update. And say that it's indescribable how sick every Floridian is of hurricanes. Here we go again, again, AGAIN. The fourth time in a little over a month. As of now, Jeanna has altered its course and instead of turning sharply to the north, is continuing a track straight across the peninsula, similar to that of Frances, over Polk and Hillsborough. None of us really wanted to take this one seriously, but the storm is here and we can't avoid it. I vote we cancel life in Florida until November 30th. It's very probable we're going to be out of school tomorrow, and that screws us over. There is no way we can afford to miss anymore days. This fucking sucks, this wind, this rain, that plywood, these weather forecasts are way too familiar AND IF WE GET ANOTHER FREAKING HURRICANE I AM MOVING TO MONTANA BECAUSE THIS IS FREAKING RIDICULOUS. People are just getting power back from Frances, just getting debris picked up, and we are almost devoid of any resources to aid us in the effect that Jeanne is as devastating as the other storms. I'm whining but I don't care, this is retarded. Suspenders Man is basically a permanent figure on our TV screen.

(8 band-aids | ow) He made his mom drop him off. And he wanted to sit alone. [20 Sep 2004|05:34pm] [ mood | peaceful ] Don't buy tights from the grocery store. They suck. This weekend was the first in what, a month? that we escaped crazy wind, rain, and the prospect of a hurricane out to destroy us all. It was nice. Now it feels very....calm. We were on overload for weeks on end and now its stopped, and we're expecting a random event to occur to knock us back out of school but it doesn't look like that'll be happening. I probably need to start saving money for homecoming and Halloween. But oh well. I spend my money (semi) wisely. Which reminds me. ( Dear with a biscuit, so good or no good? ) Eh. Why is it that there are never any interesting boys in any of my classes? Cupid is a douche bag.

(7 band-aids | ow) El robot! Robot made out of fiber glass. With metal teeth. That eats children. [17 Sep 2004|06:00pm] [ mood | crazy ] [ music | hurricane? ] I feel crazycrazycrazycrazy. Coffee? Coffee. I'm in a strangly good mood. I feel like dancing....? Ah. Um. Sew? Sew. I want to sew. GARAGE SALE. Must go. Tomorrow. And get fabric to sew. And tights. Need tights. Shoes. Make bows. Must do. I love love love LOVE random people who pick up interviews and fill them out and give them to me. Along with pictures. That is the best. I think I'm ok on mah pet story now, which is wonderful. You're a funny kid. I'm glad this entry proves how retarded I am. Retarded like that "La Katrina" video in espanol.

(5 band-aids | ow) Is our house aphrodisiac? [14 Sep 2004|04:09pm] [ mood | sick ] It's pretty much the best thing ever when you have bomb threats on day that you're wearing white shoes and a skirt highly susceptible to flying up in the wind. I need to make shorts that say, "Haha it ain't mah panties, sucker!" to adorn when attired in a skirt very bad. I kid-sat for the first time ever last night and it went surprisingly well. Granted, Lilly was incredibly loud and Macy, whom I detest, rested her head on my lap in what I thought was an affectionate gesture only to drool ALL OVER MY FREAKING PANTS but none of the kids died, so yay! Michael and his friend who was staying with them played video games for an hour while Chloe and Lilly taught me to play poker, then they joined us for black jack until the girls had to go to bed. Then we played "Laughy Taffy." Where Michael and Taylor tried to make me laugh by putting blankets over their heads and running into each other. Kind of weird, but it was cute, and I actually had a good time? I guess it's practice for if I get a job at Build-A-Bear, heck yes. I hope I do, that'll be exciting. I discovered we now have text messaging on our phones, and even though we're not supposed to use it until we figure out what's going on....whoops. If it really is ten cents a letter, then there will be a problem. Sewing sounds good.

(12 band-aids | ow) La Fawnduh's the best thing that ever happened to me [12 Sep 2004|01:36pm] [ mood | cheerful ] [ music | ow! my stomach ] I think Ivan struck over night and threw us all into some twilight zone, because when I woke up this morning, I smelled some one cooking in the kitchen. I got up, walked into the kitchen, and my dad is in there with plates, skillets, and pans everywhere. "Um, what are you doing?" I asked. "Making breakfast." .... Making breakfast. As in, preparing a meal in the morning. That is beyond bizarre. "I wanted to use up some of the sausage in the freezer, then I saw the hash browns," he continued. "And we have a lot of eggs. Do you want some stewed tomatoes or a biscuit?" Ok, weeeeirded out. There's a funny kid working at Panera. Jessica and I grabbed dinner there yesterday and whenever he'd announce an order he'd be like, "Jennifer, your food is ready whoooosh!" "Fandago salad is ready, whoooosh!" Also, the $ Mania in the mall has to be pretty much the best dollar store in the world. I'm excited for Halloween. Since the fairy outing over the summer feel through (sp?)  Jessica and I are probably going as fairies, and if anyone wants to join us please do! We're going to make-slash-buy parts of the costume and it will be flippin' sweet. Yessss. Cops and streets are stressful. So are hurricanes that might occur or might not. And random texts that are made to have you hanging by a thread and all AH! ♥ Napoleon to the far depths of the universe. ( we could've died last night. gangstas are DANGEROUS ) Chicken salad?

(9 band-aids | ow) Pretty much the coolest fat lard ever [10 Sep 2004|04:08pm] [ mood | nervous ] SO. Schools are closed until further notice. Driving home, we saw the too familiar site of buildings being boarded up, and gas stations overflowing with people trying to get gas before it's all gone. I'm afraid, are you afraid? Afraid afraid afraid afraid. But steering away from the subject of deadly things....today was the first pep rally. A lot of sophomores were upset, though, because our class shirts didn't come in. "Come back later, they'll be here later," was what everyone was told today until they finally announced they weren't going to come in before the pep rally. So it was understandable that spirit was a bit low. The juniors and seniors, as usual, owned. For homecoming week, I want to go all out; do something for each day, and make signs and stuff for the pep rally. It looks like a lot of fun. I want to go to homecoming, but not unless I go with a group with actual plans this year. Last time everything was super last minute and everyone was busy starting drama, so it kinda sucked. So if anyone is up for any of that let me know, please and thank you. I have an extreme craving to see Napoleon Dynamite.

(2 band-aids | ow) I wanted to sell an ad to a prosthetic limb company [08 Sep 2004|05:18pm] [ mood | crazy ] I don't want Ivan to come through. Oh, goodness. We can't take anymore. Especially a category four hurricane. I feel like we're nerds in high school. And these storms are bullies who keep kicking our ass. TECO or whomever did their job and restored power to DHS. Merde. So we're back at school tomorrow- whoo hoo? Stress, YAY! I still have to finish my student life story- I have no idea if I have enough copy. I also have to get pictures and come up with a headline and subhead. Any one have any ideas? Please? It's on pets, focusing on unusual ones. This was pointless.

(2 band-aids | ow) Goodbye, Frances! Hello, Ivan! [06 Sep 2004|03:12pm] [ mood | tired ] Ok. Who's sick of hurricanes? Frances was no where near as destructive as Charley, but its been going on. And on. And on. And on. And on. Since late Saturday. It's repetitive and getting really old. Let's get some freakin' sunshine in here, please. There's flooding, roads washed out, trees down, power lines over....and it must be going to people's heads or something. My dad went to the grocery store this morning and saw two fights. One he got involved in and told the guy if he didn't back off, he'd kick his ass. He was doing it in a gentlemanly fashion, though, because he was trying to protect this older woman who was being yelled at. And now Ivan is making waves. He's a category four and is expected to be hitting Cuba? by Thursday-ish. ( hurricanes are retarded. let's kill them. ) They're still discussing whether school will be canceled tomorrow, but they should announce it in a few. Eh. I don't really care either way- actually I do but whatev. It'd just be nice if the hurricane season ended, um, today. Or something.

(5 band-aids | ow) They're heeeerrrreeee [04 Sep 2004|01:00pm] [ mood | bouncy ] [ music | bananas! in pajamas! are saying, "hey, eat me!" ] Frances is arriving! Mi madre y yo were sitting in the kitchen about to leave with mi hermana to go shoe shopping when all of a sudden the float in the pool flew up out of the water. We ran outside to start throwing the furniture in the pool, and it started to pour. "What's that roaring?" I asked. "The wind." Mrs. Shwartz and Kirby were running through our backyard trying to get home, and just when we got everything buckled down it stopped. It's supposed to do that off and on all day. My mom is afraid that if we go out a traffic light will fall on our car and we'll die. I hate hurricanes. My sister was just eating some ice cream out of the container and our dad walked through and barked, "Get a bowl and eat like a white person!" Ok? He's just mad because if the power goes out he can't play Madden 2004 or whatever all day. Arrrrgggg dear you must come over.

(13 band-aids | ow) Some one told me these were black shoes [02 Sep 2004|05:08pm] [ mood | bouncy ] [ music | RYYYYAN! (HEYBABYICAN'TTALKRIGHTNOW) BYYYYE! ] Even though they're very smelly and kinda gross and can die pretty easily I want a hamster. I huge, fat, vicious hamster that could chase Caliban. No school tomorrow (again) because of the hurricane (again)! Which is totally hurray and nay. Hurray for the now four day weekend, nay because Frances is huge. As in the size of Florida. Yeah. He is going to be really bad. Worse then Charley. And that's bad. But if I don't die because of the hurrrricane I will die from my progress report. I have never worked so hard in school in my life, and I have never done this poorly. I have a supreme craving to be a fairy for Halloween. dyehairgaragestoredyehairgaragestoredyehairgaragestoredyehairgaragestore<3

(6 band-aids | ow) "SEVEN THO-oh, seven DOLLARS? I could buy. Um. Seven cookies. Multiplied by three I could buy 21." [31 Aug 2004|07:38pm] [ mood | Myfootissleepyohsosleepy ] [ music | electionsblahblahblahblah ] Awhile ago I thought, "You know what? I might actually want to be a teacher. Working with kids....that'd be cool." Um haha NOT. Seriously. I had to pass out my third set of interviews for my student life story today? And I wanted to kill basically every student in the classrooms I walked into. I asked a simple question- "Does anyone have any unusual pets? Pets that have weird behaviors, do odd tricks, or are just unique?" and numerous retards had to yell, "I HAVE A PURPLE CAT!" "I HAVE A LLAMA NAMED FRED!" "I HAVE TWO WHITE GOLDFISH!" "MY DOG HAS TWO LEGS!" And if I hear one more person say, "I have a little brother, does that count?" I just might break their face. Holy. Freaking. Crap.  One girl in the art class I went into felt the need to stand barely twelve inches away, lift up two fingers, and screech, "I HAVE THREE CATS." "COOL," I screeched back and walked away. Later I was told she's mentally handicapped so now I feel bad, heck yes. But I definitely hate people who are stupid and obnoxious. There I go with the "hate" crap again. Freakin' idiot. Christina was going to dye my hair after school tomorrow but my mom decided today that that wouldn't happen so whatever. But she speaks of this awesome store somewhere in Valrico that I must go to. Soon. As in this weekend. After I sell yearbook ads. Because that definitely needs to be done. Yes. I love dislike awkward silences.

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