ready
I dont get it. everyone is so...afraid of next year. why? so were all going to a new school. its o.k, we wont die. i am actually looking foward to going, because im going to have strings every single day and im going to meet new people. im kinda of sick of my class, you know? im ready, yes i am.

who wants to come to the mall friday, my non-existant readers? call me, because i do!

groovy, man.
well, today was reeealy fun. i got a new skirt, very groovy. (why dont people like that word? if Courtney uses groovy, then groovy it shall be. hahaha...)

so tomorrow i have school again...i dont want to at all. school is just so repetitive. same schedule every day. blah. i cant wait until summer, only 15 more days!!!!

play
the play is tonight! im a little nervous b.c i say the opening lines, but...i think i'll do ok. anyway, all is NOT well here in the good old U.S.ofA....
from: cnn.com (hey, i like to know whats going on in the world...heh.)

Intelligence from multiple sources indicates that al Qaeda intends to attack the United States in the coming months, U.S. Attorney General John Ashcroft said Wednesday.

"This disturbing intelligence indicates al Qaeda's specific intention to hit the United States hard," Ashcroft said in a news conference. "Beyond this intelligence, al Qaeda's own public statements indicate that it is almost ready to attack the United States."

alas, never fear! the cicadas will save us!!!!!!!

wow.
And the dish ran away with the spoon. Well, actually, the spoon was gay and cheated on the dish with the spork. Bet you didn't know that.

when?
WHEN WILL SCHOOL END??? it really sucks knowing that i have to go back for another 19 long, tiresome days. exept i cant wait until the last day of school! well, the last whole week is a blast.
im counting down the days.

The Mall
The mall. it is so BIG, and there are so many different people all magnicating (is that i word) twords it to find the perfect item. i love the mall. it might be the only place you can find a geriatric and a thug walking next to eatch other. not to mention a single mother with four children under the age of three and a punk with bright purple hair.

i better start getting ready to leave soon. i am planning on ventureing into this magical land at 1:30 with my girlfriends and guy friend and boyfriend. yay!

voodoo dolls
i feel like makeing a voodo doll of mrs. gomez. who wants to buy me one? better yet, i will make one. this doll shall have arms as big as the pastures and kankles as large as the hippopotomuse's mouth is wide.

once, i read in a book how to make a voodoo doll. (it was a part of a story. i didnt look this up or anything, im not THAT strange) anyway, let me post the steps:
1)gather mud from a garden after a fresh rainfall
2) place the mud on a cookie tray
3)mold it into the person of your choice
4)decorate with poster paint accordingly
5)bake this doll until hard yet break-able

when desiared, break or poke (or stab) a part of this "doll". the one you modled this after should feel the effects.

please, fellow gomez-haters, join me at my house the day of a rainfall! wheeeee!

i still cant belive mr. rodgers died. he was such a GOOD man. never hurt anyone...i grew up with him. "wont you be my neighbour?"
it wil be such a sad day when oprah dies...
i will cry and cry and cry...
no, seriously. im not joking! Oprah is just so much BETTER than Montel or Maury or anyone like that.

why is it that people spell the word colour color? c-o-l-o-u-r is just so much more classier and british.
so is neighbour!

british people really like the letter u.

i quit.
I quit. i quit. i quit.

I quit trying to understand the difference
between you and me

i quit knowing that i am special
in my own special way
when everyone else is also.

its not that special now, is it?

i quit moving to the right on the escilator
at the mall when no one moves to the right for me.

i quit being "just another pretty face"
he told me 4 years ago, without speaking.

i quit drinking diet coke when what i really want is the real thing.

i quit thinking about painting my nails, but never painting them
for fear of they will look stupid.

i quit wakeing up at 8:00 a.m
when my cat gets to wake up at 10.

and i'm never fucking saying that im sorry again.

wow.
one time i was walking into my classroom and i heard
"then it comes to life and starts to DANCE!!!"
steven said these disturbing words, i later realized.
and i think he was talking about a stuffed bear.
way.