:: 2004 17 September :: 1.04 pm

I'm researching Kabuki right now.

I want to be home playing Fable. The best game out right now and the second best game this year.

I wish I had my CD player with me. I need some French pop music.

CHOPUSTIKU FIGHTU!

I'm just bored. This is boring. I am boring. This is bored. Boring. Whatever. I'm so bored, I don't even know how to say it anymore.

Someone/something sells like smoke. Smells, I mean.

I'm not on drugs.

I have one test left. One hour left. Psych. Katie says it's easyish. Multiple choice and stuff.

Taco-san is talking about Kurt Cobain and Courtney "I'm so nasty just saying my name makes Rachel want to puke" Love.

I want to make a triptych. Triptych cubed is a cool band.

I want to be home playing Fable!!!!

I love you all.

P.S. Read more..

P.P.S. My journal smurfing rocks!

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:: 2004 16 September :: 11.14 pm

We have Fable now!

I'm trying to figure out where the Tattoo Parlor is.

I'm going to be sexy.

I love you all.

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:: 2004 16 September :: 4.10 pm

Some people need to stop breeding. This guy is afraid that the "witches" in his neighborhood are after him and homeschools all his kids so the witches won't get them.

Smurfing wow.

I'm going to print that out for Ashley.

I didn't go to French club because I'm tired.

I have three tests tomorrow. Well two quizzes and a test.

I love you all.

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:: 2004 15 September :: 9.50 pm

Boredom breeds layouts
New layout sort of.

I should be more specific.

New central theme to my Angel_Bob journal.

New ED picture called oh, that's why.

New title: Pourquoi? Which means "why" in French.

New icon/picture/thing from the ED picture i hate it when people lie to me. Because I do. And I'm trying to stop lying.

Song lyrics on the status bar down there from the song Black Dresses by The Spill Canvas.

Song lyrics on my comment links from the song The Tide by The Spill Canvas.

I think that's it.

Theme: every bad thing has something good you can get from it.

I guess.

I don't know.

I love you all.

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:: 2004 15 September :: 5.56 pm
:: Music: Simpsons Halloween specials

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:: 2004 14 September :: 4.49 pm

Quote of the day:
Commerce and art are always trying to make love with each other but sometimes commerce fucks art and leaves it feeling somehow cheapened.


My day was okay. Nothing really important to say.

My Intro to Algebra 2 teacher does this thing where the girl and the guy with the highest grade on a test get their picture taken wearing crowns and they become the "king and queen of algebra".

Guess who got the highest score?

We didn't have time today, so tomorrow me and some kid will get our pictures taken and Mr Hess'll hang them up on the wall until the next test.

I'm a little surprised that I got the highest score since math, especially algebra, is my worst subject. But it's just Intro to Algebra 2 and it was just a sort of review test anyway.

Blah blah blah.

I called Nick during lunch and left a message on his cell phone because I'm a dork.

In conclusion: I suck.

I love you all.

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:: 2004 14 September :: 1.04 pm

I'm not updating during school when I'm supposed to be researching for Japanese class.

I'm really bored. This is boring. I could get this all done in an hour.

Bored bored.

Kabuki is interesting though. Well it was for about five minutes.

I saw Brigitte in the hall this hour. We talked for a while.

I'll write about school when I get home.

I love you all.

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:: 2004 13 September :: 7.55 pm
:: Mood: crying

I hate Mondays
My kitty is sick.

My Mickey.

My McHenry.

His fur is all greasy. He isn't cleaning himself and he's got kitty dandruff.

Remember when I talked about this before?

Well I mentioned it to my mom back then and she's noticing it a lot more now.

She said he's eating a lot and not gaining weight.

So she called the vet and made an appointment for tomorrow.

And googled his symptoms since my family hates not knowing.

We think he has hyperthyroidism.

A pill a day for the rest of his life or radiation something.

So of course they're thinking a pill a day.

And today my mom's car's check engine light went on.

And we're having trouble paying the bills.

So my dad said there's got to be a cut off point. We can't keep shoving money onto the cat. We did it once before when he had to have surgery.

So if it does end up costing a lot, we can't pay it.

So we might have to put him to sleep.

My kitty.

My McHenry.

The cat we got a few months after we moved here.

The cat I named.

The cat that went missing for a few days.

The cat I love.

The cat everyone hates.

We might have to put him to sleep.

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:: 2004 13 September :: 3.37 pm

School is tedious.

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:: 2004 12 September :: 2.34 pm
:: Mood: content

I have a lot to say and I don't know if I'm going to remember to say it all.

Today is three months for me and Nick.

Last week, after our open house at school, my mom e-mailed my counselor saying that my Contemporary Lit class was really stupid and she was wondering if I could get out of it.

On Thursday during sixth hour, I got a counseling pass and after going down to the counseling office, a sheet that I needed my potential teacher and my Contemp Lit teacher to sign. After school, I got Mr. Watson to sign it so I could switch into AP Lit with him second hour. I don't really like Feeley so I delayed talking to him until Friday.

Friday morning. I went to see Feeley and he silently reprimanded me for not getting a purple sheet from him or talking to him about switching out. I took the sheet down to the counseling office and my new schedule.

To christen the schedule, Ben ripped off my locker number and combo from the top. I was supposed to start AP Lit that day and I did. Second hour, my first day in AP Lit, I took an in-class essay on a poem I read once before we had to write about it.

Looks like it'll be a fantastic class. Kelly, Nicole, Shayne, Ashley and a thousand other really cool and nice smart people are in that class.

Yesterday Ben was bored and wanted to do something so I asked my mom if I was still grounded. She said no but my chance of going depended on whether I was feeling sick or not.

I wasn't feeling that great but I wanted out of the house so Ben and I hung out doing basically nothing really. But it was nice to get out of the house. Katie was going to hang out with us but couldn't. Nick stopped by after work and for a long time we all stood outside talking and hanging out.

It was nice getting out of the house.

Today I woke up with cramps and Fred. Joy upon joys.

Gabe's (Penny Arcade) wife had her baby on Thursday. Gabriel Aiden. Very cute.

I think that's it.

I'm not grounded anymore so if anyone wants to do anything, I'm definitely up for it. Just not today.

I love you all.

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:: 2004 11 September :: 1.44 pm
:: Music: Not Done Yet by Superchick

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:: 2004 11 September :: 12.56 pm
:: Music: Je cours by Kyo

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:: 2004 8 September :: 8.03 pm

All hail the heartbreaker
I just finished up my first paper of the year.

It only took me an hour and didn't even really count as a paper. It only had to be two pages long. Double spaced.

So rock, yo.

I'm sick. I'm hoping this weekend I'll get over it. It's not that bad, my nose is running/stuffed up and I can't hear people or how loud I am talking. I'm feeling okay, just extra tired.

That was pointless.

Nick got promoted to manager. He'll train up until he turns 18 and then it's official.

Which reminds me, his birthday is coming up fast.

My day was cool. Mrs. Phillips, my psych teacher gave us a quiz today but there was a fire drill and afterwards she just threw the quiz out.

Yeah. That's my highlight... not having a quiz count for a grade.

I have a psych and math test on Friday. Icky. My first math test of the year.

73h end!

I love you all.

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:: 2004 7 September :: 4.19 pm
:: Mood: calm

I DROVE.

My brother left his math book at school and my sister and I tagged along for fun.

When my mom was out of the driveway, I said, "You should make me drive."

And she did.

And it was okay.

And I wasn't scared. At all.

I was shaking a little when I got out of the car, but it was okay.

I wasn't scared.

Smurfing wow.

I think, that if this keeps up, I might like driving someday.

It's like a sign of the apocalypse!

I'm going to try to drive everywhere starting soon. Well not today. School's open house is tonight (I'll be going with my mom as always) and I can't park worth smurf. Plus I'll freak everyone out with my slow driving. Actually, I just might drive there tonight.

I don't know.

My mom was freaking out. Not directly. But she was talking louder than she normally would. It's like people do during an "awkward silence" (which don't exist by the way). She just seemed nervous. You could tell.

I'll tell about my day maybe later. I want to do some, if not all, of my homework before we leave. Plus I have a paper due Thursday and I want to at least get it started if not finish it. I can work on it afterwards though since it ends around 8:30.

Nick's at work. I was going to call him to see how his first day of school went but we left to go get my brother's book. By the time I called, his mom said he went to get a haircut then found out he had to work from 4 to 10. On a school night... He'll be exhausted.

I love you all.

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:: 2004 6 September :: 7.25 pm
:: Mood: tired

We've no time for later, now.
Oh well what you waiting for?

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:: 2004 6 September :: 1.38 am
:: Mood: tired

I don't know. It was good until I started typing...
I'm a cynic. I'm an optimist. I'm a hopeless romantic. I'm a pessimist. I'm open-minded. I'm hopeful. I'm dreary. I'm sad. I'm happy.

Of all the falling in and out love. Of all the breaking up and making up. Of all the kisses and the hugs. Of all the dreams made and hopes crushed. Of all the promises spoken and hearts broken.

It doesn't really matter.

You'll go back and forth.

I hate love.

I love love.

I hate you.

I love you.

And it's all worth one single moment of happiness.

You may not think it now as you cry in bed.

You may not think it now as your teddy bear seems your only friend.

But in the end, when it all comes down to it, it's worth it.

You need to have your heart broken.

You need to love and hate.

You need to be the one to end it.

You need to have it ended.

I'm sorry.

But it's all to help you. It's all to build you up until that final one.

The one.

It's all to help you learn. It's all to help you know people. It's all to help you know yourself.

It's to help you learn how people think. It's to help you learn how you think.

It's to help you learn what you want.

It's to help you learn what you need.

But you need more than one try.

You need more than one tear.

You need more than one heartbreak.

You need more than one day.

And you'll need more than one lesson.

I'm sorry that it's hard. I'm sorry that it hurts.

But it's all to help you.

It's never futile. It's never a race while standing still.

You'll never learn all there is in one shot.

And it's not going to be easy.

You're going to make and break a thousand promises.

You're going to meet and leave a thousand people.

You're going to learn and love a thousand things.

You're going to cry and die a thousand times.

You're going to end up right where you belong.

But not without trying.

Nothing comes easy.

Would you want a horrible relationship that you just had to blink an eye for?

Or would you want something that was painstakingly perfected through trying and failing and crying and dying and heartbreak and loss only to end up better than anything?

I don't know. I don't even remember my point anymore. Or if I even had one.

This all sounded fantastic in my head but once I put it down....

Blah. I don't know.

I guess what I'm saying is: don't give up. It's not the end of the world, it's the beginning. It's another step up the ladder.

I'm sorry. It hurts. I know. But you can't just stop. You can't just give up.

You'll never get there standing still.

You'll never be happy if you keep crying.

You'll never start walking if you don't stand up.

And you'll never find the perfect person just for you if you don't step out the door and try.

They're not going to fall into your lap. They're not going to fall from the sky.

And they're not coming right away.

There are over six billion people in the world and one of them is just for you. They aren't all going to come knocking on your door.

And the first one you meet isn't going to be the last.

Don't give up.

You need to try.

I love you all.

J'ai versé une larme dans l'océan, dès qu'elle sera trouvée, je cesserai de t'aimer.

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:: 2004 5 September :: 11.22 pm
:: Mood: bored

This is the best thing I've read in the past week.

Read more..

I found an icon too. It's awesome.

I'm slightly VERY tempted to hand out flyers like this at school. Or post them in the hallways.

It would be funny. Cruel and sardonic but funny.

I love you all.

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:: 2004 5 September :: 9.04 pm

Whatever Nick says, I am not on drugs.

If you were a hot dog, and you were starving, would you eat yourself?

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:: 2004 5 September :: 12.32 pm

Apology Unaccepted
Shameless plug.

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:: 2004 4 September :: 7.40 pm

TO ALL WOOHU FRIENDS, EX-WOOHU-ERS OR WOOHU-ERS IN FLORIDA:
Don't die!

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