:: 2004 19 February :: 6.14 pm
:: Music: jason wade- you belong to me

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:: 2004 18 February :: 7.15 pm
:: Music: deathcab for cutie

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:: 2004 17 February :: 8.47 pm
:: Music: lostprophet- last train home

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:: 2004 16 February :: 5.38 pm

in my endless procrastination, ive managed to come up with a list of 30 reasons as to why i hate mr epstein.

1. his eyes twitch
2. he doesn’t know anyones name
3. his fat ass always gets stuck in my face
4. he always asks me to turn off the air
5. he refers to me as “you”
6. when you ask him a question he answers it with a question
7. he tells us to study one thing and tests us on antoher
8. he never tells us we have to write a bibliography and then expects one
9. he always forgets to teach us stuff that he teaches other classes
10. “youre going to study hall!!”
11. takes points off tv work if you sleep.. even if youre done.
12. paces around the room like a freak
13. he makes all those stupid george bush jokes
14. tells nonstop stories about “when I worked in Washington DC”
15. always takes points off my work when I actually do it, and gives other people extra credit for b/s’ing
16. he only involves, 3 or 4 people in the class
17. says we cant chew gum when he does it all the time
18. he challenges everything you say
19. his obnoxious smile when he proves someone wrong
20. he’s totally unfair.
21. doesn’t understand the concept of equality
22. “oh.,. they couldn’t have cheated. So I’ll let them re-take the test they already took.. after I go over all of the answers”
23. “this is a college class.”
24. he’s useless
25. the tests are 100% book based but yet he finds it necessary to lecture on and on on everything NOT on the test
26. tests aren’t at all concept based, but rather on specific little details. I.e.- Blacks are, a, democratic, b, more democratic, c, less democratic, d, overwhelmingly democratic, or, e, none of the above
27. he doesn’t even know how to grade tests right
28. he reminds me of mr erdman in every way possible
29. he offers extra credit to answer questions that only zac would know.
30. “take my notes.. you’ll need them for the AP test” . yeah, my ass.

and i am sure there are many more. many, many more.
happy studying.

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:: 2004 15 February :: 6.41 pm
:: Mood: bored
:: Music: death cab for cutie

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:: 2004 15 February :: 11.12 am
:: Mood: confused
:: Music: gavin degraw- chariot

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:: 2004 17 January :: 4.14 pm

eh. i did it except for i's.
using band names, spell out your WHOLE REAL name:

copeland
hoobastank
red hot chilli peppers
incubus
something corporate
taking back sunday
i
nonpoint
evanescence

all american rejects
nirvana
nine inch nails
eve 6

mae
afi
rooney
amberlin
nfg
days away
i
clash
i

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:: 2004 12 January :: 8.39 pm
:: Mood: cheerful
:: Music: the darkness- growing on me

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:: 2004 11 January :: 8.51 pm

heh. i found these ib joke things on a site. some are funny. some are gay.
You've finished your book report shortly after midnight. Your smile of satisfaction fades as you remember to do your history paper.

You sell your soul to a teacher..... for a C..... for the semester.

Your idea of impure thoughts is whether or not to copy math homework.

You do your homework not only at home, but also at lunch and on the bus, leaving you with less of your life than you thought humanly possible.

you talk to your friend on IM and they ask you "wutsup"... you respond with the sky... fight about it for days... then it all starts next week.

Your backpack leaves you with more back problems than your Grandma Mildred.

It's essential to learn to live with occasional failures.

Can we say EXTRA CREDIT??

You actually worry about the 98% you have in math.

You find that you spend more time sleeping in class than at home.

When you are home sick, you can't help but wonder what work you're missing and what your homework is.

You find yourself spelling words out on scantrons. You are deeply saddened when you can only find two letters of "IB SUCKS!"

You can spell "Baccalaureate".

You find that you are dreaming of your Works Cited page when you finally go to sleep after finishing your research paper.

You've perfected procrastination down to an art form or a science... and you can debate between those two point endlessly.

You have memorized your teachers phone numbers.

You can tell IB people from normal people.

You have more bags under your eyes than Wal Mart.

Caffeine is a food group.

You start saying things like"IB tired." or "IB in IB because IB smart." and your friends and you think it is funny.

"You've gotta be hella smart to be in IB, but hella dumb to stay in IB."

"We don't do it because it is easy, we do it because it is hard. And what is our reward for hard work? YESSS!!! More hard work!!!!"

"When someone asks me, 'What is it like to be in IB?' I answer, 'How do you imagine hell?'"

Singing the school anthem is fun.

You've convinced yourself that colleges actually care whether you're in IB or not.

You need FOUR extra sheets to "use extra sheet if necessary".

You forget what it's like to talk on the phone for...what's that word...fun?

You accidently type "LOOL" instead of "LOL" in an IM conversation and explain it as "Laugh out ostentatiously loud".

You crash your calculator.

You skip school to do homework.

The word "ponder" induces hyperventilation.

"I think, therefore I have a headache."

Your body is physcially incapable of going to bed at midnight.

You try to help a college student with his paper, and not only do they not know what you're doing, but you go into spasms when they don't remember where they found a quote they would like to use, chanting "MLA, MLA, MLA..."

You begin to talk to yourself, then disagree about the subject, get into a nasty row about it, lose, and refuse to talk to yourself for the rest of the day.

You go to bed at 3AM and think, "Oh, it's an early night!"

Social life? What's that?

You frequently catch yourself saying "What?? We had homework??"

You still gets kicks saying "Your epidermis is showing."

Yourbrainissooverloadedthatyouforgetthesimplestthings.

You hold parties to study.....you look forward to them.

you start analyzing random books, song lyrics, and street signs

when you find mistakes in the yearbook you have to write the correction in every yearbook

you have complicated dreams about graphing circles and ellipses

this number means something: 42

you write a newsletter half in Latin

you have a thought, and it hurts.

you have a hurt, and it thinks.

You get hit by a car, and the first thing you think is: "inertia!"

"Hard work will pay off over time, but laziness will pay off now"
-Unnoficial IB slogan

You correct signs.....in spanish (or french for all of you french frys)......on vacation.

The french and spanish people get mad at each other because of the language they take and start calling them spaniards and french fries.

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:: 2004 10 January :: 11.21 pm
:: Mood: awake
:: Music: globes & maps

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:: 2004 8 January :: 11.41 am

estoy en escuela.
sri testing...... woot wooooooooooot

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:: 2004 6 January :: 8.59 pm
:: Mood: content
:: Music: rooney- sorry sorry

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:: 2004 5 January :: 8.25 pm
:: Mood: ah!

you know, when you click delete an entry, they should ask you if youre sure before they go ahead and do it. sigh.
hm. last day of vacation. spent at dentist then publix. then the fun began :)
i rode my bike to the park & met liz.. we hid from rach.. dan/ some weird girl in a bandana joined us .. lol. played. went to liz's. played more. took silly pics :-P that can now be viewed on my webshots. hitting dan with stuff never gets old. haha rach. dan left. girlies watched tv. and i rode my bike home. i cant believe its over :-/

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:: 2004 5 January :: 6.57 pm

liz.. i finally put pics on my webshots :)
http://community.webshots.com/user/savethebandaids

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:: 2004 3 January :: 10.51 pm
:: Mood: longing to be in his arms

sigh
i cant believe there's only 2 days left. its downright depressing . i had such an amazing break. i think its been the best one yet. <3
i saw peter pan today. my my he is a cutie. but not as cute as my cutie ;) .. that i am missing like crazy right now. i wanted to see him tomorrow.. but i guess i should have checked with him before 10 tonight.. :-/ . im very relieved with where we've gotten. i walked into this not really expecting things to change much from what they were before.. but they did in so many ways. im so.. happy. i didnt expect for it to be as good as it is. i expected the fighting to come back.. but its been a month or so.. and there has not even been so much as a quarrel over the stuff we used to fight about. i'm loving it. im just trying not to get my hopes up & jinx this.. so im just .. hangin :) . he's back to that place where he just brights up my dark spots. like today. my father is such an asshole. i always hated how he would talk shit about my brother to me back in the years when they always fought. and today i heard him talking like that about me to my mom. no, not talking. yelling. yes. yelling. ive lost all my respect for him. now he's strictly the father , a shitty one at that. he curses us off, but then its not okay for us to do it to him, and he doesnt seem to think him doing it influences us. and he has the shortest temper. he seems to think he's king of the house as well. well... psh. the silent treatment is now in effect.

tomorrow would have been my grandpa's birthday. and saturday makes 2 years. :-/



i just ate an entire bag of baked lays. bar-b-q.
sigh. the face stuffing of vacation will be over in a few short days.

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