Graduation
Well, today was graduation. It took about three times for my mom to get me up. I had planned on getting up at 7:45, but I actually ended up getting ready at almost 9.
I got dresses and pulled my hair back into one of those half ponytail thingies and got in the car.
I realized later that I had forgotten to eat breakfast. Not like it mattered; I was too nervous to really eat anything anyway, plus I wasn't hungry.

We got to school and I slipped on the graduation gown when I got out of the car and rushed over to homeroom. There weren't really any seats close to anybody so I stood and fussed with some stuff. I was hoping to practice before we actually sang the big graduation song at the awards ceremony, so I was looking for Jessie and Rose, who were singing it with me. Miss Doherty was busy passing out awards, but I asked her anyway if she knew where they were. She wasn't much of a help, but eventually I found them.
Of course by the time I got to talk with them we were lining up for the awards ceremony. I was a nervous wreck. I practically attacked miss doherty asking if we were going to have any time to practice the song and she said no.
Oh boy wasn't that just great.

We lined up outside and waited for our names to be called to go up on the sanctuary in our perfectly-practiced-lovely-ninety-degree-angle-turn way. Awards were given out in front of the whole school - I received a certificate for principal's list all trimesters, a golden cord and certificate for first honors for all three trimesters, and (This was a surprise to me, but I was so happy I got it) the presidential award for educational excellence, which means you have to have maintained at least a B+ average on all trimesters from the seventh grade, had standardized testing scores of over 85 at least, and some other stuff. It was a nice surprise indeedio.

The time for singing came, and Jessie and Rose and I went over near the baby grand piano by the microphones. We were singing "i hope you dance" by Leanne Wolmack. Jessie sang the first verse and did well and then it was my turn for the second verse. I think I did okay but I wish I had been louder. I wasn't exactly quiet, but I could have been louder. Rose sang the last part. She's a good singer, but I don't think this was her type of song. Her style just doesn't fit it very well.
During the song our first grade buddies were supposed to come up and give us flowers. The singers' buddies were supposed to come at the end but sure enough while Jessie was singing my buddy came with her little flower in hand. I was confused and was wondering if she should go around again but I went forward and gave her a big hug and thanked her for the flower. She is so cute! I love my buddy. It makes me sad to think I will never see her again.

After the awards ceremony everyone went outside to the front of the church and took pictures and all that. My aunt and my grandma had come to see me.
My aunt ceal ever since I have told her what a dragonfly represents, has had an obsession with them. She's the one who lost Nick, her son. When she came out she gave me a hug and smiled and said "You know, when I first saw you standing out here I saw a dragonfly go over your head. He's here, Jessie," and she laughed a bit. It made for a little bit of an awkward moment. I mean what are you supposed to say to that? But I thought about it a bit and I think it's kind of cool that she saw that. Call me stupid, but yeah.

My aunt left after many a picture was taken and my mom dad, grandma, and I went to go eat lunch at Flames (my sister had to go back to class because it was a regular school day for her). After that we went over to Mema's (grandma's) and attempted to take a nap. Didn't work very well when Mrs. Dove called and said that we had to be there at 4:15 for the actual graduation ceremony. We still had to go pick up Denise, and since my mom forgot Denise's outfit we had to drive all the way back to my house, change, and come back. Luckily we made it only about five minutes late, which wasn't bad considering we had to meet in Kelley Hall and sit there for a while anyway.

We received pictures of our school years from kindergarten to eighth grade and everyone enjoyed exchanging them and looking at them. Stephanie looked like the Pepsi girl in kindergarten, which I thought was funny, and Marilyn was so cute in her kindergarten and first grade pictures. Louise looked exactly the same in kindergarten and first grade. lol. Miss Doherty handed out some extra awards and then we all got in line and were each given a rose and a program. We headed over to the front of the church and had to stand there for what seemed like forever because Maria wasn’t there. She came just as we were about to head in, and even then we were still missing Jennifer Chau.

The mass started, and Jennifer didn’t show up until after the Our Father, which was also when we took our roses and went and gave them to our parents. After the mass, a certain award that had been given out during the morning ceremony would be called and if you had received that award you would stand and face the congregation until the clapping stopped. Then you would sit down again. After that - at least I think it was after that - we would all nice and prettily and very organize-ed-ly go and get our diplomas. Then we stood and faced the congregation for what seemed like almost a minute of clapping.

I’m not sure if it was before or after receiving our diplomas that Rose, the valedictorian, went up to speak. Her speech was awesome, not like you could have expected anything less, but I really enjoyed it. I want to see if I can get her to give me a copy of it.

Then came the big awards. First were the awards for special achievements in individual subjects. Let’s see what I can remember...
Eric Stanton got the algebra award
Weston Buglewictz got the math award
Corey got the Spanish award
Brad got the Science award (when Mrs. Gurries gave him the award and hugged him, Gavin gave a big fat “Awww” which was really funny.) It was expected he’d get it anyway. He’s Mrs. Gurries’ favorite student to pick on.
Nick Dazzi got the religion award for 8D (my class) which was funny because whenever he has to answer questions in the religion book they are all sarcastic. ^_^
Kelly Mc Carthy got the Literature award
There were a few others too..
And then I got a nice surprise and got the English award. YAAAAAAY! I was happy.

Scholarships were handed out with bigger awards, for example, like the Terry Vane award. For those of you who don’t know, Mr. Vane was our seventh grade teacher who was sick with cancer. Though he started wasting away and was in severe pain, he still came to teach us every day that he could. he was the coolest teacher I think I have had in a long time. He’s cuss in front of us, not too badly, but he would, and on Fridays sometimes he’d have a religion period where we could spend it all complaining, or if there was a holiday we would spend all of it walking around on tables hanging decorations on the ceiling. After every school day instead of saying “Time to go” or “you are dismissed”, he’d yell at us: “Get outta here!”. Last year I remember we had received word that he wasn’t going to live, and we all started crying. Some people, including me, went into the church where Mrs. Borges talked and tried to console the group. After that there was word that he might actually get better, there was hope. On the last day of school he sent us a video.

“You have to keep up the fight. When you get out of bed every morning, when you step out of the car every day, you have to say ‘I’m doing the best that I can’, and if you do that, the rest of the day will be a piece of cake. God loves you, I love you, and my family loves you. Now get outta here!”

He really was an admirable person, and still one of the bravest people I know. Lucas won the award. At first I was disappointed it wasn’t Gavin (Gavin’s mom is in a coma and they might lose their apartment), But I saw Lucas’s mom meet Mrs. vane in the aisle and, crying, gave her a big hug. Luc’s dad died when he was six, and the mom is still single, not to mention they needed support from a different family to allow him to go to this school. Gavin won a different award and scholarship, which made everything okay with me.

There was a Knight’s of Columbus award thingy and the award was a big fat Bible. I said to Lynn, who was sitting next to me “Hey lookit! Big fat Bibles!” and she replied, sarcastically, “Oh yeah I really want one of those.” Then the name was called out “Lynn Nguyen” and she got it. lol it was funny.

Another award I could just guess who would win it. It was for a lot of religious service to the school. Since Marilyn’s mom taught CCD for many years every week, and Marilyn helped out there a lot, I guessed it would be Marilyn. When they called out “Marilyn Mac Lellan” I went “yes!” and everybody stared at me.

My dog is being really cute right now. But that is beside the point.

All-together, it was a really nice ceremony. Yush yush it was. Afterwards we went and turned in our gowns (that’s right, no keeping the gowns) and went off to eat dinner at California Cafe in Los Gatos. I saw Tyler M. there, though he didn’t see me there at first, and my grandma was wondering if I liked him or something. lol. She’s funny like that. Always on the lookout for me. I luff my grandma.
The dinner wasn’t as good as expected. The food was good, but the service not too great. I had a virgin strawberry daiquiri! Yummy!
Mom and Dad gave me my graduation gift there. It was so cool! I will be able to take Marilyn and Louise out to spend a night in San Francisco at the Hyatt hotel, which is close to Pier 49, and I got a mini iPod! yaaay! My dad sent it away to have it engraved or something. I wouldn’t have thought of something like that but it is still cool. So I actually haven’t seen my iPod yet, I only have the dock. but I can’t wait until it gets here.
During the dinner,we were chit-chatting nicely when a guy from the table behind us yelled “.... FUCKING CLOWNS!” Scared the crap out of me. The people at his table tried to calm down, but he sat down and continued to say stuff like “fuck you people! Fuck you!” and then he said something about “...with all these people dying in Iraq.” Damn liberal. he ruined my dinner. It was scary. I thought he was drunk, but he appeared completely sober afterwards. People like that creep me out.

So yush, that is the jist of my graduation. There you go.

IT'S FINALLY OVER!
That's right, the day has come. It's all over. No more classes, no more tests, no more schoolwork, period. Oh happy day! Rejoice rejoice I tell you! The rest that is left is partay-ing down foolio and graduation practices of course. We graduate the day the third Harry Potter comes out. I wonder if they'll have Peeves the Poltergeist in this one. They need Peeves!

Anyway, to celebrate the end of school work for me at least (I feel bad for my sister) we are having a big fat ol' dinner. Yush! Ribs I say! And caesar salad! And afterward we are having this lemon tart stuff and - this is a shpecial part - Mom got some Nutella. For those of you who don't know what Nutella is, it's this chocolate hazelnut German spread thing. My friend Ashleigh always gets it from Germany and we always have a spoonful to eat when we go over to her house. It has a lot of sugar in so it helps keep us up. In fact, her parents are over in Europe right now (her dad has to work there a lot apparently) and they're sure to bring back a crapload. SPEAKING OF NICE GERMAN THINGS, I WANT A BED DECCA! It's a comforter, but it's the best comforter in the world! It is so comfortable! Anyway, speaking of Ashleigh, tomorrow (little does she know) we are going to set her up with a friend, Chris. They go to school together and he really likes her and it's so cute!

I know that a lot of my friends at SFC haven't heard me sing, really, because I get shy every once in a while when it comes to that. It's weird because I'll get up in front of people and have no problem reading stuff or saying something in front of them, but when it comes to singing , I get nervous. And in my grade, Jessie Salazar is consider the almighty best singer. She's really nice and usually acknowledges me as a good singer too (for example when Mrs. Borges, my drama teacher will ask for someone to sing she will go to Jessie, but Jessie will always point to me and suggest me as well. ^_^) but sometimes I feel like she gets all the recognition (which isn't surprising, being that she's popular and people have heard her sing more). What my point is, graduation is coming up, and I kind of want to song for it. In sixth grade I sang in front of the whole school and it went pretty well, not to mention it was fun. Of course, I know Jessie will get a song, which doesn't bother me in the least. What bothers me is that I want to ask her if I can sing with her, and I'm afraid I'll be ruining her fun. Another problem is that Rose and Erin Young also want to sing. Of course we can't raid on her one song, so if we all want to sing certain parts of a song we're going to have to ask for more that one, and those songs we will have to pick. The thing is I'm not sure what songs to pick. Believe it or not (marilyn) I'm thinking I can ask for There You'll Be, but I understand if you don't want to do that for fear of ruining it. If someone sang one of my favorite songs badly I'd be annoyed too. But if you let me ask for it I will try to sing it as well as I can. And before I suggest it I will make sure I can sing it well before even asking to sing it. If I can't sing it well compared to other songs I won't even suggest it at all.

There is this guy that goes to church at our school every single day . He's bald and wears the same suit every time, and every time we see him there (we are forced to go to morning mass once a week) he always says in a lazy drawl "For an increase in Mass attendance..." blah blah blah for an intention. Little does he realize that the reason there aren't many people at morning masses every day is because a lot of people DON'T GO TO MASS EVERY SINGLE DAY LIKE HE DOES! He seems like a terribly boring person.
Well I saw him in his car this morning, head glistening so brightly you would probably be blinded by it if you stared too long - sonmething similar to the sun - and on the back of his holy car was a holy bumper sticker that said "GOD will bless America one America returns to GOD."
To say the least this pissed me off. It was an incredibly liberal statement. It may have had other meanings, but I was thinking it had something to do with the war. So, what? Because we're defending innocent Iraqi people and destroying the heartless murderers we will not be blessed by God? Does God hate us because we are in war? Gee golly I wonder what God thought of the Crusaders who went to take hold of the Holy Land.
And if it is simply about people not being holy enough, face it, things aren't like the old days. This is America, Bud, not everyone is going to be Catholic or as holy as you are. There are people out in this country who are Buddhist and Muslim and Wiccan and have different beliefs than you do.
Frankly if his bumper sticker is trying to make people think and say "Gee golly Gosh I should go to church more often so God will bless the country that I love and we will not all die a terrible horrible death" I don't think it is. I think it is just getting people, like me, pissed off.
I complained about it to my mom and she said "He's a religious fanatic and he's crazy. Religious fanatics are also those Muslims that think Ala wants them to chop people's heads off." It was funny. I suppose this goes with another entry I made a long time ago about religious zealots. Yush, religious zealots bug me indeed.

After finals today it was really fun. Everyone was happy and relieved that they were all over with. We were walking around the classroom and people were writing on the backs of other people's polo shirts. At the end of the year I usually take Mr. Pencilcase (my pencil case) and wrap him in all the cloth bookcovers I can get. This time I had thirteen. That's a lot. And the best part was, when I was taking my Literature final, my pen ran out of ink! -_- So I took all 13 bookcovers off of Mr. Pencilcase and got my pen out. I had them in a pile at the bottom of my desk and after we were done with all the tests Erin and Lucas came over and started putting all of them on my head. I was dubbed the "Du rag queen". Yush indeed. Of course it gave me a really bad headache so I had to take them off.

Yush. I am happy we are done with. Tomorrow we get our graduation gowns and our yearbooks.

I'm listening to There You'll Be at the moment and it's making me sad because it's almost over. I WAS HAPPY! STOP IT!

Fin!

-Edward (Jess)

a looooong entry
Howdy! I suppose I shall start with this weekend. (I like this song - 'tis purdy indeed. You should watch the movie *nodnod*)
This Saturday was my mom's birthday. My sister and I woke up early (7:45. That is THE CRACK OF DAWN FOR ME! I usually wake up at 11 on the weekends) and went downstairs to try and cook mom breakfast. Denise was going to do the eggs while I made the waffles. I toasted the waffles and Denise tried to start the stove. Unfortunately Mom came out and saw, since she was sleeping downstairs in the other room thing. We told her to go back to bed anyway and she did. She was just paranoid when she heard someone trying to turn on the stove (it's a gas stove so when you turn it on it makes a clickety noise). Since mom could live off of fruit and nuts, I cut up a pear and took out some carmelized pecans (those are so good). When the waffles were done I put the pears on the waffles and the nuts as well and put whipped cream on the top. Denise finished with her part (eggs and some cereal with some more stuff Mom likes in it) and (I have a lot of parenthesis in this entry, so I thought i'd add another in just for fun) we went outside to the side garden place with the hammock and carefully picked a few small flowers to garnish the plates. We presented it to Mom and she was so happy. She made us help her eat it because it was too much for her to finish.
She got a lot of birthday calls that day (well duh, it was her birthday after all. [Hey look! It's a parenthesis within a parenthesis!]). Oooh and know what? Invader Zim was on that day! Yush it was was! Dib is so awesome.
Later that day I got ready to go to my friend's house so we could see her in the play Oliver at her school. She lives close to the school, so her family, Cassie ([yet another parenthesis thing] Another one of my friends from my old school) and I walked. Her mom is really cool, and her little brother Ian, is so cute!
We saw David Marusiac, I danced with him at the last St. Cat's dance, and I have to say that since I went to school with him, he has changed a lot. He used to tuck his shirt in, which happened to be a button up plaid long-sleeved one most of the time, during free dress, and now he spikes his hair and is a lot more laid back with his clothing: baggy hoodie sweatshirts and more-comfortable-looking pants. Since I didn't give a very good description of the people from that school before, I will try to now. David M is probably about 5'4" or so. He's a blonde-haired, blue/green-eyed guy with a slender frame that can sometimes be slightly hunched over (I think his posture has gotten better though). Personality-wise he's really friendly and I nice person to talk to when you get the chance.
The play was done very well (they actually have a good drama program, unlike my current school. When I was there I was in the production Peter Pan and it was so much fun.) As usual, Vinton got one of the better parts. I mentioned him in another entry but I don’t think I described him much either. Vinton is maybe an inch or two taller than me with hair he spikes that is dark enough to be considered black unless you look very closely (in the play he was wearing a grey wig and a goutee). His skin is about as pale as mine (and I’m pretty pale), and he has these very noticeable green eyes. He also has a very slender frame and from what Julie tells me, he has a six pack now O_o (this is a good thing, people. Yush indeed). He takes pride in his Persian background, even though we try and convince him the Persians are extinct. His parents even gave him a few real swords and an axe for his birthday, which he keeps hanging over his bed. That’d suck if there was an earthquake, wouldn’t it? He’s one of the best actors in the school nevertheless in our grade, as I believe I mentioned before, and he’s a very interesting person to be around.
Anyway, he played the character Faygen, head of the pick-pockets.
Just to warn you, there be more big fat descriptions ahead, mateys.
When the play ended, we waited for Marianne, who played the mother who dies in the beginning, a chimneysweep, a waitress during “Oom pa pa”, and a pick-pocket. We also waited for Julie, who played a pick-pocket, a waitress in “Oom pa pa”, and a strawberry seller that sings. Oh I know you were just longing for another description, so here it is.
Marianne is either the same height or half an inch taller than me, with thin tawny hair that she keeps pulled back most of the time. She takes a lot of pride in her English background, and if you see her room, she has an English flag rug and a huge English flag hanging on her wall. She’s the type of person that takes and interest in dancing and singing and that shtuff.
Julie is one of my best friends. She’s of Italian background with dark-ish brown hair that goes a little past her shoulders. She has large brown eyes and is probably around 5’3 1/2” or 5’4”. She’s very insecure about herself, even though she is one of the most-fit and smartest person I know (should it be “people I know”?). She has very well set down morals and sticks to them. She does not believe in ghosts or anything else supernatural except for the idea of God, because she was brought up that way. Every time I call her or talk to her or want to get together to do something she is always doing homework, and beats herself up if she ever finds herself procrastinating (which in her case is studying for a test that is on Wednesday on Sunday. Overall though, she is one of the coolest people I know, and it’s pretty obvious that she’s going to go far in life. She takes piano and loves it, as well as singing, though she beats herself up over that as well by saying she’s not good even though she is.
We visited for a little while until Julie had to leave, and then I took Marianne’s chimney sweep and her hat along with a fake cigar that shot smoke out of it if you blew in to it and danced around on the empty stage. A little while later they chased after me because I was embarrassing them and Cassie wanted to take one of the props I was using away from me. So I went off stage for a bit and talked with David Hasbany, a really nice guy in my class that worked as backstage crew during the play. Yes, another description. I shall try to keep it brief. David is already 6’1” or maybe a few inches taller. Maybe it was 6’3”. Anyway, as you can guess, he’s pretty good at basketball. He has naturally tan skin and dark brown hair. He smiles a lot and is very nice and polite. Fun to talk to. He always says hi. Yush he is cool indeed.
So I talked with him for a bit and then went on my quest for hats. I found David’s brother, Zach, who played the bad guy in the play. He’s in the 6th grade and already must be 5’10”. In the play he wore a crumpled top hat and I asked him if I could wear it and he let me. He looks just like his brother, with only a few differences. At the time his teeth were all red because he had gotten shot at the end of the play and had a blood capsule in his mouth that he bit. However I didn’t get to wear the hat long. I think he had to go somewhere so he took it back. I then found Vinton and asked if I could wear his hat, which had once been a top hat. He had cut the top off very short and covered it again so the hat reminded me of some sombraro-like thing. I wore it for maybe a minute or so, Vinton’s little sister staring strangely at me the whole time, and then he said “Okay, your moment of glory is over” and took the hat back despite my protests. So I went back to dancing around on stage with the chimney sweep and cigar (Cassie had stolen Marianne’s hat and wouldn’t give it back).

We went back to Marianne’s house, and I had a moment of feeling bad because I wondered if I was obnoxious. It didn’t seem like I bothered many people, but you never know. I have my insecure moments. Because my mom and Cassie’s dad was already on their way to pick us up and we couldn’t go out for ice cream like Marianne’s mom had planned, we made snow cones over at her house. ‘Twas cool indeed. And I like the spoons! Of course, Ian, Marianne’s youngest brother, made sure I had given the spoon back before I left because he was very attached to his special snow cone spoons.

Sunday was Mom’s family birthday party. Not really anything exciting happened there except I saw family. David, my little cousin, is having his first birthday in a few weeks. He’s so cute. He’s gotten a lot more hair and he has these bright blue eyes. His sister, Anna is blonde-haired, blue eyed, and you can tell she’s half Swedish most definitely. She’s so sweet and cute! “Jessie! You want to go bounce on the trampoline with me?” Yush yush cute indeed.

Let’s see now.. Monday. Let me see if I can remember what happened on Monday. Mrs. Gurries moved the science test to Wednesday instead of Friday or Thursday, and Marilyn played hookie that day. Oh yeah, we got a math-free math period and instead helped clean up our principal’s retirement dinner by taking down the big fat decorations. Our vice principal will take over as principal, which really sucks because I don’t like her. And what’s even worse is that a substitute teacher that hates me, Mrs. Duffy, will be vice principal. Blaag! She thinks I’m too random. Well you know what? That’s too bad!
Religion was funny. Kyle randomly asked if the bishop was Jewish. Miss Doherty looked at him weird and he said “Well he was wearing a yammakah!” Miss Doherty explained to him that a yammakah was different than a bishop hat. He didn’t say it to be stupid, just to be entertaining.
A little later in the day Jen said that Anna was going to tell her something about what some of the preps had said. Apparently they were talking bad about her. Once Jen found out, she said that if she felt like it, she would tell me. At lunch, And told me that Dani(ka), Tyler Lefeber, Matt DePaola, Nick Dazzi, and apparently Johnny Cvitanich were talking about the ugliest people in class. Dani and Tyler are major Abercrombie preps while I think the rest were just going with the conversation. They said that Ashley M was the ugliest girl in our grade, and that Jen Chau was the second. Jen is not ugly though. Then they went on naming people and said Louise is ugly (which she is not ) And then they named Marilyn and one of them said “Yeah their whole group is pretty ugly”. And nobody in our group is really ugly. Then they started talking about their own friends. Jessica Lenker is usually really nice. They said “Yeah, if Jess Lenker would just put a bag over her head she whould be the prettiest girl in the world.” Come on! You can’t say that about yoru own friends! “And Shannon look like a dragon.” Shannon is always being made fun of, and it pisses me off how she can just take it like that. She is annoying, but not really mean to any one or anything. It pisses me off. And who are they to say who is ugly? Dani is not pretty. She has dirty blonde hair that is naturally ringlet-curly, but she straightens it. And her straightening sucks. Might as well just call her Miss Frizz head. Her lower lip juts out more than her upper one so much that it seems like there is a crease there. She’s skinny and athletic and most people like her, but my point is that she is not perfect so I don’t know what she is talking about.

Tuesday, I can’t really remember anything significant that happened except I got in an argument with Mrs. Gurries because she thought I was reading a book when in fact I was writing in it. We were supposed to be correcting something and I had my book out ready to correct and was waiting for her to start when she called me up and made me give her the book. I thought the whole thing was funny, especially because it was Erin’s lotr book and didn’t even belong to me. Mrs. Gurries accused me of getting the workbook out to correct after she had called me up. That, of course, was impossible because I stood up immediately and would not have had time to find the page. ~sigh~ some people are so weird. I got it back later.

Wednesday we did our skits in history. Ours was good enough, though boring. Matt’s group, as usual, was the best because it was really funny. They did the Mexican war, so the scene started out with steven and ben sitting with sombreros on their heads playing the guitar. Then Matt shot some Americans with his fake shotgun and sword. Then came the whole war, were Matt would keep shooting people and they would die and then live and die again. Soon Nick Dazzi jumped in in a Zorro hat and a sword and yelled, “I am Zorro!” It was really funny. At lunch we sang song at the top of our lungs and created a whole musical.

Today nothing special happened except I was really hyper this morning and people kept asking if I was high off something. I had to do morning prayer, and during religion class, Marilyn and I had fun being sadistic masochists by hitting each other and laughing about it. Somehow I think I had more fun than she did because later she was complaining to Rose about a “bruise” I had given her when I kicked her. Lol :P Later though we continued our hitting battle after school. ‘Twas fun. Earlier that day though Maria was pissing me off. I was really grumpy, so I was being really mean to her, but she was pissing me off. In Language Arts I’m in a reading group with her and she kept saying how she was going to kill hamsters because she knows how pissed I get when she talks about that kind of stuff. So I hit her and stole her pen and it was fun because most of the reading group was on my side. Yup this is a long entry. I shall shut up now. Sorry to put you through any torture ^_^. Please comment.

Look who's back!
Well, dudes, it turns out I'm not leaving this place after all. I sent in the money, and just hope it gets there soon.

Today at the end of the day we had a group come in called S.A.D.D which stands for Students Against Dangerous Decisions or something like that. A lot of the advice they gave us made sense I guess, but we had been talked to about that kind of stuff on the retreat so it wasn't anything new and generally made me feel depressed, damn them! First they told us stories, and one girl even began to cry during it, and then we found out it was all a freaking skit! Stupid people. Then they asked us personal questions and had those who agreed with certain choices move to certain corners of the room, which could be embarassing. And for a marijuana question I moved to a certain side of the room when I actually wanted to get to a different corner, and then Rose and all them went in the middle and created their own "none of the above", which pissed me off, because if I had known they were making that up I would have joined them, but did they tell anyone, noooooo!
*ahem* And yeah. It was better than having to sit through spanish, but oh well. My comma button is being a bitch. I have to hit it really hard for a comma to come up.

I should probably do something productive, like read or work on my story or something, but I don't particularly feel like it. IT'S FRIDAY! Yaaa! There's a dance tonight, but I'm not going.
Stephanie wanted me to go, and I called her this afternoon to tell her that I wasn't coming (she seemed really concerned as to whether I went or not) and her dad picks up and says that she's over at a friend's house, getting ready for the dance. I thought she cared if I went! That irks me somewhat.
Yesterday after school she even sat with me and took out the permission slip and said "Now, let's fill this out for you." Urg! Well whatever. If she's going to act like that, I'm glad I'm not going. Actually, i never even wanted to go in the first place, so i'm happy.
i want to see Queen of the Damned. It got bad reviews, but I want to see it anyway.

Dinner time, I gotta go. bye bye and sayonara!

At long last! An update!
Hazaah! I have returned! Don't worry, I didn't completely ignore my journal, because at one point I tried to type a nice big fat entry, but of course the application quit on me when I was about halfway through! I tried to do it over but then I just lost inspiration. So here I am.

First I'm going to post another one of my lame poems ^_^ that I made after the argument with the guys from st. justin's.

Blind
Misty clouds
Sparkling blue skies
Happiness and hope in someone's bright eyes,
But behind that I hear a voice that cries,
And I know all I've thought has been nothing but lies.

Death and disruption
Terror and fear
Suffocation
Devastation
Screams reach my ear.

All the hope and kindness
I had thought once was
Now lies behind a shadow
And this is all because
Any joys and laughter have been replaced with pain
People are cruel and harmful -
It is hope and love's great bane.

I can do nothing but lie here,
In the void I lie alone,
I try to shut out the angry voices
I'm so far away from my illusion of home.

They scream at me,
They tear me apart,
They're the gremlins of my mind.
I can't open my eyes now,
For the fear of what I might find.

Devastation,
Suffocation,
Terror and fear,
Death and disruption,
The end is surely near.

All that I knew,
All that I thought
Has been a mirage;
In my own lies I was caught.

I couldn't see for real at all,
I was blind until today,
And now I see,
forever more,
I wish I'd stayed that way.
______________________________

There you have it. Please comment.

And now for what happened today. Well, today was Wednesday, which means it's early dismissal. HAZAAH! Religion was boring as usual. I was saying something random, I believe it was "ayee.. ayee.. ayee.. OO OO!" and Nino told me to shut up. Kyle told him that he shouldn't say shut up to a girl and I just told Nino to shut up because it was a free country and I could act like a drugged ape whenever I wanted to. ^_^ Kyle is so nice to me. I think part of that happens to be because he completely despises Nino, which is why he sticks up for me just so he can yell at him.
In history we practiced our little skit. I get to be the British Embassador! YAHAHAAA! That means I get to speak with a british accent. (No, I am not one of those people who completely suck at doing an english accent impression. I'm not the best, because I slip up sometimes, but I'm pretty good I guess. AT LEAST I CAN DO THE "'ELLO POPPET" THING CORRECTLY! *ahem* this shall be explained later). Then came math. We reviewed for our test, which is tomorrow, and when it came to one problem, pretty much everybody in the class got it wrong except for Amanda, who is usually the one getting math problems wrong. Needless to say, Ms. Gengras got really pissed off. She shut her book, erased the board, and angrily told us to just do stuff for the five minutes left in the period. We had the choice of talking about anything, but everybody decided to work on math instead. ^_^ We are so super-dee-duper!
During recess Stephanie was busy obsessing over a boy named Joey and Marilyn was listening intently. lol. It was funny. Meanwhile I was getting my books out for the next periods while singing "WEEEEEEEE WEE WEE WEE WEE WEE WEEEE!" at the top of my lungs in an opera voice and
dancing stupidly in the locker room.
In art we started on out wire sculptures. Nick Dazzi did one that made the guy look really fat and I wondered if he was a sumo wrestler. lol. I did one of that famous sculpture thing "The Thinker". Haven't finished yet, but so far it is turning out alright. Toni Ann is doing one of a person doing karate, Amanda is making one of a ballerina, and I don't know what the heck Jennifer is making hers of.
Then came Language arts, where we took our infinitives test. I think I did well enough. Mrs. Saunders, our Language teacher, has started a new thing where she lets us silent read for 20 minutes or so, so I started reading the new book I got on Saturday: The Mists of Avalon . It's really good. I ish enjoying it. It's a story following the tale of King Arthur and Morgan le Faye and all them, and it's over 875 pages long, but that makes it all the better! I hate Gwenhwyfar (guinevere) for she is evil! lol Before we took the test, Eric Z. (I call him Donald-kun), who sits behind me, kept talking about Satan, trying to scare me.
Where was I?
Oh yeah! Science! We had the science quiz and I actually think I did pretty well, except I labeled the Newtons squared when Anna told me after the test that I wasn't supposed to do that. URG!
Throughout the day everyone had been calling me evil. I don't think I'm evil, and even though they were kidding, it made me wonder if I really was mean. I'm sarcastic, and sometimes people can take that the wrong way, but I never actually thought myself as mean. I always thought I was usually pretty nice to people. It started with Jennifer calling me evil in history and then it moved on to Toni Ann. *sigh* I hope I am not evil. I don't mean to be and if I ever am, I'm sorry.
Got off track there a bit. After science was lunch, and... hmm... I really can't think of what happened during lun- OH WAIT! Stephanie had a "secret" that she told Louise and Mikaela and everyone but didn't want Marilyn to know. So Marilyn got all frusterated and eventually guessed what the secret was: that Stephanie was going to ask Marilyn if she'd be mad if she went out with Joey. In case you hadn't guessed, Marilyn kind of likes Joey. Well she got really mad, and started muttering stuff under her breath about how she wanted to beat Stephanie while I stood there laughing maniacally at anything that moved and petting my water bottle because Louise had hit it. I think Marilyn got annoyed at me being so hyper because she took poor mister water bottle and threw him in the trash after I had poked her in the face with him about a million times, collapsing into another hysterical fit of laughter every time I did it. *sniffle* But she ruined my fun.
By the end of lunch stephanie had found out that Louise had spilled it (though might I say you held out quite well, Louise), and was a tad bit mad yup yup. I was talking to Mikaela about drama and she said that her mom (the drama teacher) was thinking of casting me as Satan or Pontious (sp?) Pilate for the Passion play. I started bouncing around being excited because I might get to play Satan, who walks around in the audience in a hooded costume so you can't see his face, following Jesus and being all creepy and stuff. That's when I realized I wasn't going to be here the day we performed the play. I would be on a plane leaving for Easter vacation. I hadn't told Mrs. Borges (MIkaela's mother) this yet, so I decided to when I had drama this afternoon I'd tell her. So after lunch when she came down to the room, I asked her just to make sure, "Mrs. Borges, are we performing the pay on Holy Thursday?" "yes." "Aw. I don't suppose there's any chance we can do it on Wednesday, because I won't be here thursday?"
She was in a pissy mood. "Well you know what? I can't exactly change around a whole school assembly to a different day now can I?"
"Oh right right I know, I was just making sure." I replied, feeling very tiny. So I went in the room and sat down, and she started yelling at everyone for not bringing their poem sheet thing. Then she said bitterly, "And Jessica tells me now that she won't be here on Holy Thursday and asks if I can change the whole thing to Wednesday!" Mrs Saunders was in the room because we used her room for drama, and she said "She can't do it on Wednesday either because we're on retreat." Then she asked me where I was going to be on Holy Thursday, and by this time I had shrunken down, hunched over the desk, so I replied in a smaller voice than I ever normally used "I'm going to be on a plane."
Mrs Borges looked at me and said "Oh well you know what? I'd like to get on a plane and go some place right now!"
It wasn't my fault. I hadn't scheduled the plane to leave on that day. I wanted to be in the play, but all the blame was on me, and I was being humiliated in front of the drama group. Believe it or not my vision began to get blurry with tears. She was so mad at me, and I hadn't done anything but tell her that I wasn't going to be there Holy Thursday.
"Well, Jessica, it looks like this class is going to be a waste of your time then."
Mrs. Saunders gave me some things to do, and I watched the play and what they were doing. I love acting, I couldn't help but take an interest in it, even if I wasn't playing in it. I had stopped crying now, and just watched intently. Luckily no one had seen me cry, because that would have been even more embarrassing.
I took an extra script from one of the desks and followed along. I saw that she had me marked down as pilate. Once Pilate's part came up, Mrs. Borges had to have Jessie S do it instead. But she said that she had cast me for pilate because she thought I'd be a good pilate. It's good to know that she at least acknowledges me as a good actress. When teh period was over I handed her the script which she hadn't noticed I had taken to follow along and seemed sad kind of. I guess she had seen that I was trying to make an effort, or was at least taking an interest in the play.
After school we went to a community service thing so those that needed hours could get hours. I worked in the pantry with a group of people from my grade and some of the teachers. It was interesting doing the stuff with the teachers because thay talk teacher talk and are actually funny to listen to. Mrs. Borges had personally apologized to me for being so mad and explained to me that she had been having a bad day and didn't mean to be so harsh. I told her that I wished I could play pilate, but I couldn't. While in the pantry, we had to package onions. The onions were disgusting! Moldy and rotten most of them were, and if you have ever smelled rotting onions, you know what I am talking about. Sickening. Mrs. Borges was checking the onions to make sure if they were okay or not, so she'd pick one up and go "soft... firm..soft... firm" and then all the teachers started laughing because it sounded nasty. She realized why they thought it was so weird and she laughed and called them gutter brains. Gavin, the only boy in the group, left because of that, which made it all the more funny. When he finally came back we were still doing onions and everything, and Mrs. Borges was looking past us to something else, listening. After all the teachers had said "Yay! Gavin's back" and apologized for what had happened, Mrs Borges, who I had said was listening to something else said "You ran out of bananas, what?" Which started the whole thing again and Gavin left once more while the rest of us were laughing our heads off.
The cool thing about going to this place is that afterwards, if you are riding in the car with a nice teacher, they will stop at Wendy's and buy you something to eat! 'Twas nice. I really g2g. bye bye!

The hurt inside is fading, this shit's gone way too far. All this time I've been waiting oh I cannot give anymore.
Long time no see! Er... Long time no write.

It was my grandma's birthday yesterday and she came up with a kind of cool idea. Since she didn't particularly want anything and she didn't have many things for her grandchildren to play with when they came over to her house, she decided that what she wanted for her birthday were things that we could play with when we came over to her house. Along with that she wanted a little kid party with a bunch of Tweety bird stuff and games like Simon Says, PIn the Tail on the Donkey, and Musical Chairs.
It was really cool!
My little cousin Anna hung out with me for a lot of the time. She's three years old and so cute! When I'd carry her around she put her head on my shoulder and everything. Then we'd dance to the music playing. She had fun with the games and was obsessed with wanting to open up the pinata.

Mema's gifts were a pogo stick, a flying saucer thing, a hovercraft-like thing that can go on both land and water, and some other stuff. The only thing was we didn't get home until 9:30 that night and I hadn't done any of my homework and had a history test the next day.

So I ended up staying up until midnight finishing my homework and studying. My how fun. -_-


People can be such idiots. I don't think I mentioned much about Sean. Well, we met him at a dance one time and he was really nice to us and everything so we ended up having crushes on him (we as in Marilyn, Louise, and I).

So anyway, now everyone at St. Justin's knows about it and there are these guy who used to be really nice to us online. But then they turned on us and started picking on us for liking Sean. They invited Louise into a chat just to make fun of her. It was really cruel what they were saying. Terrible. I hope they rot in Hell, those bastards. I hate them.

We planned to create another chat again to yell at them once more, but so far it isn't working. And It's almost 9 PM -_-. Plans ruined. SO sad.

They made me mad enough to start writing a poem. I haven't finished it yet so I won't post it, but hopefully it will be done soon.

This isn't very long, but I am running out of things to type because I'm too lazy to think of something. Bye!

Stupid....stuff
Today was dumb. Stupid boring stuff. It seemed like everything went wrong. That Ruben guy hurt my feelings and is pissing me off and everything is just... being stupid. Marilyn's mom says she wants to talk to my mom in person because of some emails a friend sent us (which wasn't his fault) and I didn't even read the emails. I don't want Marilyn to start eating herself up about it either because it was just and accident and could happen to anyone, really.
But if her mom really does want to talk to my mom I hope that she won't say anything that I'll regret or whatever. I really want to sit outside and let rain fall on me right now. Rain is nice.
But it isn't raining.
I know it doesn't sound like much to be sad over and I know that a lot of people go through a lot worse every day, but I don't know. It makes me sad. It doesn't have to make anyone else sad because they may not understand, but I guess there's more.
Things brought up that hurt something deep down inside me that I can't really explain. Maybe I'm just tired.
It'll be february 25 soon. The day after tomorrow. Maybe that has something to do with it.
I hate february 25.


Lucas kept acting like an idiot again today. I told him that he should give up turning arouond and talking to Jessie during Language Arts for Lent. He said: "You know what you should give up for lent?"
"Oh, what should I give up for lent?"
"You should give up talking so we don't have to hear you yapping all the time."
What a bastard. I HATE HIM! God, I wanted to slap him!
"The only reason I talk to you is to get you to shut up because you're pissing me off!"
"You're pissing ME off."
Well you know what? Fuck it. If he hadn't been acting like a jackass we wouldn't have this problem now would we? But obviously he isn't smart enough to figure that out. In math he sits behind me. We were getting some papers passed back and he started chanting, "oo, one-hundred percent, one-hundred percent" over and over again. I turned around and asked him very nicely to please be quiet, but he kept on doing it. So I turned around and said "You're real cocky, you know that? Shut up." I mean I can understand if you're happy about your grades, but you don't do that. It's just down right rude. If you like what you got you keep it to yourself. I don't give a damn what he got. Does he expect everyone to turn around and say "Oh gee golly gosh, Lucas! That's amazing! I wish I could be like you!"
I think he's just doing it to make other people feel bad. I've seen his other math papers. He isn't so great. All those times he got 60s and 70s on daily quizzes isn't all that admirable. I think I have a higher math grade than he does. And if not that then I know I do in English and Language Arts and maybe some other stuff as well. He is such an ass.
I really want to kick him in the shins really hard. Or maybe even a bit higher, to a place where it would hurt even worse.
MUAHAHAA. I hate him.

San Francisco
Yesterday I went to San Francisco with Marilyn and Louise. It was fun indeed! On the drive over there it drizzled a bit, which was nice. Louise had bought some Axe beforehand because she liked the smell of it. So we spent a lot of time smelling the can because Marilyn's mom didn't like it when we sprayed it in the car. Well actually I couldn't blame her. When I first got in the car they sprayed it and I practically choked on it because it was so strong.

We drove around a bit and stopped at KFC for lunch. I kept singing, "Ohhh Taco Bell, taco bell, product placement with Taco bell..." It was fun. Hey, what ever happened to that chihuahua anyway? When we were eating lunch on the upper level I saw a man who was posing as a girl. It was interesting, to say the least.

We drove around some more and went through downtown SF where all the big skyscrapers are. We parked next to Ghirradelli square where a black man was playing the saxophone. He started playing the Adams Family theme song and Louise and I had fun snapping at the right moment. HEE HAW! *cough*. We looked through the shops there, including a really cool hat shop and then went into the ghirradelli ice cream shop and got a hot fudge sundae. We sat there and ate like pigs while these little kids went and made noise the whole time. Marilyn kept uttering curses at them under her breath while louise kicked at a brave pigeon that decided to take a walk and eat the crumbs on the ground between people's shoes.
We drove around a little more and went down to Fort Point which was down under the Golden Gate. It was made out of brick and had National Guards with big machine guns patrolling the area, but you could go into the fort. There were barely any people there, but I thought it was really cool. We walked up a stone spiral staircase and if you turned you'd enter this room which was basically an exhibit. But if you walked further into the room you'd see there was a long hallway going through what must have been at least fifteen different rooms. At the end of the hallway was a very dark room so if you were at one end of the hallway looking down there it was like something in a horror movie. We walked through to the end room practically when we saw it! (DUN DUN DUNNNN!) A person! Actually it turned out to be a wooden model of a person dressed in a uniform, but it's one of those things that really doesn't help when you're already freaked out. We walked around on the top level for a while. Actually I more like skipped around the top level then walked, and I sang the Pirates of the caribbean song. THAT'S RIGHT FOLKS, THE ORIGINAL ONE FROM THE RIDE! Not to say that I didn't love the movie to death.
We walked down the stairway and went to the second level. We went all the way around which was kind of scary because NO ONE was there on that level, and in some of the corners there would be these places that were really dark so you couldn't see anything. *creepy voice comes out of nowhere* Something lurks in the shadows... muuuAAAAHAHAHA HA HA HA! *darth vader-like breathing is heard, and then it slowly fades away*
Umm... *looks around* where did that come from?... O_o... anyway, where was I? Oh yes. So we walked around and went all the way through the creepy horror movie tunnel to the dark place at the end. We went from there all the way around THAT level as well. I stopped at one point when I saw a little hallway thing. Marilyn wanted to movev on but Louise stayed back with me to check it out. We went inside and saw there was a locked door. On the walls to either side were signatures. One was even from 1896. There was also a faded black cross painted on one of the walls. Maybe someone had died there, or maybe it was simply something painted there to symbolize something else. Either way, I thought the whole place was very interesting. I want to go back there sometime.
We started heading back from there and drove through neighborhoods where the rich people lived. before we got on the highway we stopped at a beach called bakers beach for about ten minutes. It was really beautiful. It was about dusk by that time, so the view of the Golden Gate and the hills was really amazing.
Marilyn's mom said that next month we could come here again and go visit the Japanese tea gardens and spend more time on the beach and stuff. That'll be fun ^_^.

Yush.

I feel loved.

Listening to this song makes me want to go back to New York or San Francisco.
Tomorrow is Valentine's Day! Not like I care all that much *sniffle* I'm all alone anyway.
hee hee it doesn't matter. I wouldn't care if I had someone to give a Valentine to or not.
You know, I'm looking at this map and if you look at the Mississippi River, it has a heck of a lot of twists and turns. Seriously, go look!
Oh, and did you know that technically if you go to Alaska and took a plane to Russia it would only be about fifty miles away through the Bering Strait? IT'S AMAZING! Simply fantastic! Then all you would have to do is take a plane from Uelen, Russia down to Petropavlovsk-Kamchatskiy, Russia. From there you would travel to Tokyo, Japan!
That's right, people! I am a super-genius! MUAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!
Okay, not really.

Hmmm, what is there to talk about? Well, today is the beginning of lovely vacation! Am I going to do anything special? NOT AT ALL!
Just going to sit here, sleep in, and be lazy like I am so good at doing during vacations.

I lost the notebook with all the character names for my story. I know the names of the main characters and all, but people like the alpha male and female of Kerry's pack were in there and I can't remember their names *frowns*. I don't know where it could have gone. Last time I saw it it was by the computer, and I checked my room, my closet, the drawers in my desk, etc. Just wait. Later it will turn up in some completely obvious place. O_o

You know what pisses me off? When people go and make fun of people for things they can't help or they can't change. For example, there's this really nice guy named Kyle in my class. He isn't bad looking or anything, in fact I think he's very good-looking. But he has had a problem all his life. When he was a baby he was born with his upper lip folded upward, attached near the area where his nose begins. I think we all started that way, which is how we get that little dent on the skin between the nose and the upper lip, but Kyle's lip never got itself fixed and when he was born, his lip was still attached. They cut off the part that was attached because I guess if it stayed that way when he got older he could get diseases and sicknesses easier. So now he has what I believe it called a "cleft lip" ot something. It looks nothing like a cleft chin, don't worry. It just looks like a piece of his lip was cut off neatly, leaving an indentation where the problem once was. People who have been in his class for years and have known him for long have grown used to it and learned to look past it. But now I am told that not all people want to except he's different. Some heartless bitches make fun of it and it makes me so mad I could slap them. He can't help something like that! And imagine all the looks he is given when he goes places in public, all the looks and whispers he's recieved all his life. It must be hard on him. He never shows it, but it must be. And I hope all of those that have mercilessly talked about him behind his back because of that small deformity can understand how it feels. Because I know for a fact that those people who do that aren't perfect. They need a harsh slap of reality if they think they're better than him just because they don't have that problem.
It makes me sick.

Here's another survey because I couldn't think of anything else to put:

Basics
Name::	Jessica
Birthplace::	California
Birthdate::	12/23/89
Current City of Residence::	My Happy place
Family Members::	Mom and Dad and a younger sister
Favorites
Color::	black
Beverage::	coke
Movie::	the Lotr series, Pirates of the Caribbean, and the Secret Garden ^_^
Musical::	grease?
Board Game::	Life
Computer Game::	I don't play computer games
Game to Roleplay::	.... I roleplay my own games. lol
Animal::	wolf
Sport::	swimming
Book::	Blood and Chocolate
A Day In The Life..
School::	it'd good enough
Typical Mood::	either genuinely cheerful or pretending to be.
Usually Found?::	in front of the computer or in the shade away from the sun. tee hee.
Collects::	anime and mangas
Have You Ever
Been kissed::	not really
Done drugs::	nope!
Eaten an entire box of Oreos:	uh uh
Eaten sushi::	yep!
Been on stage::	why yes I have
Been in a car accident::	small ones
This or That
Cold or Hot::	cold
Blue or Red::	blue
Rain or Snow::	rain definitely
Wool or Cotton::	cotton I guess
Private or Public School::	private only because I go to one
Chocolate or Plain Milk::	either
Celsius or Farenheit::	farenheit
Spring or Fall::	fall
Science or History::	history
Math or English::	english
"Love Life"
Do you like somebody?::	not really
Do they know?::	nope
Do you want them?::	not all that much
Are they hot?::	sure
Random
Who do you e-mail the most?:	no idea
Who do you IM the most?:	Marilyn or JDawgII ^_^
Who are you talking to now?::	Marilyn
Are you currently in love?::	nope
Is this survey lame?::	It is now that you said that
Isn't bzoink! nifty? =) ::	yep now it's definitely lame
In 24 hours have you...
...Showered?::	yep
...Had a serious talk?::	yep
...Hugged someone?::	i think so
...Gotten along with your parents?::	yesh
...Fought with a friend?::	no
...Done something kind for someone?:	i think so.... *ponders*... I hope so
Do You Like To...
Give hugs?::	only to certain people.
Give back rubs?::	no
Take walks in the rain?::	yes!
Cook?::	don't know. I don't do it very often
Eat?::	food is good
Sleep?::	I dont like to go to bed before midnight usually but I like sleeping in late.
Who..?
..Knows you the best?::	Julie
..Have you known the longest?::	Bryce
..Do you know the most about?::	Stephanie
..Do you consider your friend?::	a lot of people: marilyn, louise, julie, ashleigh, etc, etc....
..Is most likely to end up in jail?::	Stephanie
..Can you go to with your problems?::	Julie, Marilyn or Louise.
..Do you want to get to know better?::	JDawgII (lol)
..Do you spend the most time with?::	Marilyn and Louise
Have You...
..Been to a concert?::	no *sobs*
..Loved someone so much it made you cry?::	yes... in the 3rd grade... LEAVE ME ALONE!
..Cheated on a test?::	not that I can remember
..Ever stalked someone?::	dont know. If I did I dont remember it.
..Done something you regret?::	yes. Hasn't everyone?
..Been in an online relationship?::	yeah but it was dumb.
Random Questions
Single or Hooked?::	single
What is your worst habit?::	biting my nails and saying "oooo" too much online.
Scariest moment?::	When I heard my cousin was hit by a car and that he didn't have much of a chance of living.
Do you swear too much?::	sometimes
How do you feel about homosexuality?::	I'm more open about gay guys than I am about lesbians, but I don't DISLIKE lesbians I guess, it just makes me a bit uncomfortable.
Where are you right now?::	in my dad's office at home
Are you sitting by anyone?::	no
What song are you listening to?::	Simple and Clean by Utada Hikaru (english version)
What is the last thing you said?::	online? Online I said "that's ok"
What's on your mousepad?::	I don't have a mousepad. I'm typing this on a laptop.
What are the last four digits of your phone number?::	9904
What was the last thing you ate?::	I'm thinking it was Nerds
If you were a crayon, what color would you be?::	black, well, I'd like to be that color.
How many buddies do you have on your list?::	104
What's the weather like right now?::	cloudy and windy ^_^
What do you feel like doing?::	sleeping or just sitting
What is your favorite quote?::	"Don't sweat petty things. Don't pet sweaty things."

Lame-Stupid-Random Survey brought to you by BZOINK!

Bye bye now!

Brass monkey is a chunky monkey so get funky, chumpy!
I think I am going to describe some people in my class. Especially the annoying evil ones.

First, there is Lucas (People call him Luc for short. And yes, that is how he spells it). Lucas is a cocky asshole who thinks he's the best person in the world. He is a sports jock and likes to boast about how good he is at running and playing sports and anything else he can think of to make someone feel lower than him. In math it seems like he is always calling out the answers louder than anyone else and it makes me want to turn around and smack him. The worst thing about him has got to be his big mouth. He just won't shut up and mercilessly shoots people down when they try to say something. For example, there is a really nice girl in class named Anna. She's a straight A student and usually very polite to everyone, but every time she says something and Lucas hears, he tells her to shutup. I tell HIM to shutup and he just tells me to shutup. But I wasn't the one talking.

Yesterday he was bugging the hell out of me. I sit in the back row in Language Arts and Jessie sits in front of me. Then, Lucas sits in front of Jessie. The thing is, the whole period he is turned around talking to her and insulting her and making fun of her. For some reason he thinks it's funny when he makes fun of people. I was trying to work on my vocab like a good little student, but he just wouldn't shut up. So I yelled at him:

Me: Luc! Shut up and turn around. You're pissing me off!
Luc: I wasn't even talking to you.
Me: Exactly! You weren't even talking to me and you're pissing me off.
Luc: What the fuck?

Anyway, he wanted to be an asshole for the rest of the period, so he purposely didn't shut up. So I got Matt and Eric Z. on my side. Jessie was on my side too, but she didn't threaten him. Eric said "Luc, shut up or I'll pierce you." lol. He was talking about using his pen. Then Luc wouldn't shut up, so Matt stepped in. He took his pen and said "Luc, shut up or I'll take this pen, shove it up your pee hole and make it come out the other end."
lol.

*sigh* We made an attempt, and Matt kept on threatening him. Mrs. Saunders even told him to be quiet at some point. Now for appearance. Though Luc prides himself on being an "excellent athelete", he doesn't look like he's in much shape. He's a bit on the stout side, not fat, just short and slightly rounded in build. He has dark skin and spikes his black hair. lol he didn't gel it one time and it looked really funny because it was sticking up. Like I said, he's an asshole that's full of himself. It's amazing he has a friend like AJ. Aj is really nice compared to Luc.

Anyway, I wanted to complain about Nino too, but my mom is making me get off *sigh* there is just not enough time in the day. So I'll just paste in a poem I made last year. It's in a ballad style, and parts are kind of dumb, but I tried. I entered it in a contest last year. It didn't win. lol. Tell me what you think:

Shapeshifter


The wolf raises her head in a toast to the moon
As its pale light glints on her fur.
The Great Goddess would be coming soon
And dance where the tree-tops were.

The wolf’s golden eyes seemed to grow with the light
Of magic and mystery.
Today the faeries would be in flight,
For there would be much to see.

As the dark hour approached, the reeds began to sing.
The stars glittered in their blanket of dark.
All about the land the air seemed to ring
With cricket chirps and animal barks.

The wolf heard the high-pitched answering calls
Of her moon sisters and her moon brothers.
And through the splashing of the falls
There were even the sounds of others.

All the kingdom would come this night
To see the Moon Goddess dance,
And spread the hills with her pale magic light
As the fireflies around her would prance.

And suddenly she was there.
Her hair floated on the breeze.
The stars dazzled around her, where
She danced among the trees.

Her eyes were points of endless light,
Her skin as fair as snow,
Her hair a shock of silvery-white
That set off a magic glow.

Gently she took her sister wolf’s paw
In her delicate hand.
And by some sort of secret law
Sprinkled on it a magic sand.

“This will allow you to walk with the stars one night,”
She said to her canine peer,
“You’ll be able to take flight,
And even fly away from here.”

“But I love this place” the she-wolf said,
“I’d never want to leave.
I love it here, I’ve never fled,
if that you can believe.”

“Why yes, my child,
But surely there must be something I can do.
Perhaps prance among the flowers wild,
or make a different you.”

“I have always wondered
What it would be like to be of human kind.
Long in my thoughts I have plundered,
And searched my frame of mind.

“If maybe I could see how it feels
To be like those that sing with words,
To use utensils with my meals
And feast on tasty birds.”

“Ah” The Goddess said,
“Then here’s what I’ll do.
You’ll have the choice to feast on bread
Once I am through with you.

“From now on you can change at will
From human to true form,
But if you tell them, they will kill
And you’ll never be reborn.

“You see, young one
These humans are afraid,
Which is why they carry gun
And horrid spear and spade.

“If they see you aren’t true blood
You’ll never live to tell the tale,
Nor see another blooming rose bud,
or wonder at the hail.

“So I give you this gift,
But use it well.
Your shape you can shift
With this magic spell.

“And now I must go,
For dawn’s coming fast.
Don’t be in woe,
I’m sure you will last.”

And with that word said, she was gone
As quickly as she had come.
And now the world seemed still and calm
And the wolf realized she was numb.

Looking down at herself she was surprised to find
She now had two legs, not four.
The moon Goddess truly was kind
For she gave her so much more.

She found she could change to and from at will
But on the full moon she had no choice.
For on that day up her spine came a chill
As she regained her howling wolf voice.

Now just a legend she is to us all,
Though some still think it’s real.
She walks through the forest with no regrets at all
About her wondrous deal.
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Oh God, now that I look at it, I realize how bad it is. T_T. Please be merciful.

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I went to a dance at my old school yesterday with my friend Julie. When we got there it was decorated very nicely for Valentine's Day theme. They had hot pizza and snacks and this was one dance that actually didn't run out of soda! And the cool thing was that it was $5. All other dances are $8 and some of those don't even serve snacks. Evil I say.
Some of the preps hugged me, and I think Michelle only hugged me because Allyssa did. lol.
I saw Natalie there, which was a surprise. Natalie was one of my close friends when I went there, but she left to go to the nearby public school. I guess if you wrote down on the permission slip that you went to some Catholic school you got in. Quite a few people did that for their friends. They just wrote down some random Catholic School name.
David M. asked me to dance. He's a nice guy. I remember sitting next to him in class. He liked to draw mazes. lol. It surprised me when he asked me to dance, but it made me feel loved, even if he was just doing it to be nice ^_^.
And then Vinton kept wandering around like a loner. I felt really sad, but I knew that was what he did becaue he just randomly goes up to people and makes them laugh. He's one of the best actors in that school. I miss talking to him -_-. We try to convince him that the Persians are extinct, but he insists they aren't. Yup. He's proud of his heritage ^_^
I know my writing isn't very good today, but I don't feel like being creative about the dance. Today I'm just going to very un-artistically tell you the facts.

They had a dance contest. DUDE I SHOULD HAVE WON! I was the best dancer there. Ask anyone there. Yes, I should have won. I did such things as the sprinkler, the dosey doe or however you spell it, the robot, the swimmer thing, and some other over-the-top dances. Later I went outside and sang the Sailor Moon song into my water bottle and asked people if they wanted my autograph. Twas fun. *nods*.

Oopsie. Can't type anymore. I'm going to go help babysit my cousins. bye bye!

(I didn't edit this. Sorry if there are any errors)