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2003 20 December :: 1.01pm
thank you to everyone who made my birthday wonderful <3<3<3
can't believe i'm 18!!
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2003 20 December :: 11.43am
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Ok, ok! I'll update!
Let's see...what's been going on... a lot actually.
Last week, or what I think was last week, my cat ran away. I was surprisingly upset. The cat is actually good now that we have multiple dogs. Every addition we make to the pet population in our house, the cooler the cat gets. She likes to sit in bed with me while I'm reading. She used to hate me. I don't know what happened. Now she hates everyone but me. She doesn't even really like my mom anymore as much. Oh great. Now I have a cat. So anyway, my mom left the window open, I think thursday night, and the cat popped out the screen and ran out. I was really pissed because my mom knows that the cat pops out screens, and she still left the window open wide enough for her to fit through. But I was even more pissed off friday morning before school when I had her cornered in a neighbor's yard, and my mom let the dogs out back. And of course, they barked. So I didn't get the cat back until three days after she left, when I got the idea to leave the garage door open a little bit, mostly so she could have somewhere to sleep. I went to the store with will and left the garage door open, and tried to close it except a little when we got back, but it was being gay and wouldn't just stop where I wanted it to, so I closed it. About 2 hours later I went into the garage to get something and there was the cat! So I picked her up and put her inside. She was so dirty. I went the next day and bought her a collar with a tag. I wasn't so nervous when she was gone that she was going to get hit by a car as much as I thought someone else might have brought her into their house. So now she has a little red collar that reflects just like the dogs' do. And a gold tag with her name and our phone number. Now if anyone finds her, they'll know she's someone's cat and they won't keep her. It's so weird that every time the cat leaves I like her more. I guess it's one of those things that you don't know what you got till it's gone. It's just that I've had her since first grade, and it would suck for her to just be gone like that. As it turns out though, the collar looks really cute on her. Pic to come later.
Let's see...what else happened.. We went carolling last friday at Bethesda. (We being french club) There was this little boy there who was 9 years old, he came out into like the lobby place all hooked up to an iv and in his pjs, and he's like "I just wanted to say thank you for the toys." AWWWW!! Omg, everyone there just melted. He was the cutest little boy ever, and we felt so bad that he was in the hospital. There were all these little babies there too. So sad..
Three weeks after getting Hershey, she's finally waking up. That dog has slept more in these three weeks than I have since school started. She's nuts. But now she's opening up a little, even playing with sasha. It's fun to watch, because Sasha has a good 20 pound advantage. My mom's all paranoid though because they're growling. She thinks they're fighting. So I tell her Mom, you would know if they were fighting because Sasha would walk back in the room with a limp beagle in her mouth. Seriously though people...who do you think would win a fight? A beagle or a pit bull/rottweiler/retriever? Honestly...she could take out a beagle in three minutes if she wanted. Which is why we're glad she doesn't want to. She wouldn't hurt anything. Well, actually, I take that back. When will messes with me, she stands right there and barks and growls until he lets go. She hasn't bit him though, because it's such a conflict of interest. She knows will is in our family, and that my parents would be upset if he died, but I'm telling you, if anyone ever messed with me, they'd regret it. She backs me up whenever. Some people she just doesn't like too. When some people come to the door like to fix our air conditioner or something she'll just sit next to my dad and growl until they leave. But I guess she doesn't see them as an immediate threat...I have no doubt that if she thought any of us were in danger she'd....respond. There's the difference right there between all those small teacup whatever dogs and real dogs, whoops, I mean big dogs.
We put up our tree yesterday. I hate fake trees.
I got registered for my PBCC class. Finally. I had to go take the CPT (College Placement Test) before they would let me register. What a joke. I got like a perfect score on it...because I'm literate. PBCC people... They told Jonide when she took it that her scores were so good that she should be in honors community college! Whoo! Forget UPenn! I'm going to honors PBCC! *Rolls eyes*
Let's see...what other small academic accomplishments have there been.. OH! History. I got my first A in hall's class ever! Rock! On wednesday, he also found out for the first time that I'm related to will. It was so weird. He was asking about who in the class had siblings that he had also taught, and he went around the room and sorta skipped me, and kristen told me to raise my hand higher. He looked at me for a minute, and he looked so confused. "Sister?" "No...Will." "OHH!! Will! The golfer, right?" "Yea." "How is he?" "OK" "What school did he end up going to?" "He goes to UF." "He still golf?" "Yep." Weirdest thing ever. Every single one of my teachers that had will have figured it out. Whatever.. Anyway, yes, I got a 90 on my dbq and he wrote "One of your best efforts!" under the grade. But don't worry, this small accomplishment is not enough to actually make me like history. Yuck. I got a B on the chem exam. Pretty good. I only needed a D, but I was still happy because it gave me more hope for the AP exam. That's the only grade that I know though. Chem was B B B across the board. Not too bad.
Finally got PSAT scores back. Damn. I am exactly where I did not want to be. I am the exact score that was the cut off from last year. Stupid college board. It's still good though. 1380 predicted SAT scores. I'll need to raise that a tad, but it's good. It was funny because underneath the scores they give you ways to improve your score in that section, and for writing they're like "...We have nothing to say. Keep it up, and, uh, continue to challenge yourself in this area by taking honors and AP classes." Yea, they're a little late. But it was funny that they had nothing to say but still had to write something. Haha, I laughed at them. Speaking of college board...must remember to register for SATs. Someone remind me cuz the deadline is the 22nd.
I got an email yesterday. It made me happy. (before you ask, I get emails every day, it's because of the person who sent it)
People, talk to me about your schedules for Monday/Tuesday. We'll see if we can actually get this thing up and running.
My brain is so fucked up. Thanks for listening to the rambling amanda.
o.0
Here's the cat with her new collar.
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2003 20 December :: 12.15am
:: Mood: contemplative
:: Music: Lagwagon
She was standing there, looking like her world had just been crushed.
She was cute. The cutest sad girl I've ever seen.
I enjoyed your company.
You enjoyed mine.
I walked away from you.
She was sitting behind us.
I had never went up to a girl I did not know and introduced myself.
I made that my plan.
She was sad.
You were singing happily.
Your shirt was cute.
Her shirt said "peace".
You love to fight.
I am passive.
I sat down next to her, with two feet between us.
I looked at her.
She looked back.
I smiled.
She smiled.
I am very shy.
I could tell that she was too.
I exchanged glances with her.
She exchanged glances with me.
You were starting to get lonely by yourself.
I worked up enough nerve to go talk to her.
She was waiting for me to say something.
I was just about to say "hi", what I had done with my eyes and smiles I could now imitate with my lips.
You sat down between me and her.
You were smiling like I wanted her to.
I could have brightened her day.
I could have gotten over my fear.
You put your head on my shoulder.
She knew something was up.
She walked away more distraught than before.
Her world was now even more crushed.
She was now infront of us.
She couldn't see what we were doing.
She didn't want to see.
Her heart was broken even more.
You kissed me.
I kissed you back.
I felt guilty.
I made your night.
I was your perfect guy.
I wanted to be her perfect guy.
I made you happy.
You were the wrong person.
I could have been her world.
She could have been mine.
She was gone.
She was no longer in my sight.
She did not want to be.
You ruined it.
I could have been happy.
She could have been happy.
I looked happy.
You were happy.
But I was empty inside.
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2003 14 December :: 7.41pm
Sometimes I'm just sick of it.
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2003 7 December :: 2.52pm
:: Mood: Hesitant
:: Music: Theme from Jaws
Decembear 7 - He Looked in the Closet Under the Staircase.
Ok. I have been putting off writing this for a very long time, because I really don't want to deal with all the criticism and shit bound to come from it. So I'll say this right now. If you don't want to hear my opinions, first of all, then why are you reading my journal in the first place, second, this is not the entry for you to be reading. Yea. So. Away we go.
Something has been bothering me a lot lately, won't seem to leave my head. You know those things that you are just constantly thinking about? You just have to write them out to let them escape your mind. Let's see. Who can guess what's bugging me? oo! I know! Pick me! That's right ladies and gentlemen, it's band. C'mon. Like you wouldn't have guessed it. What else would it have been? Anyway.
I was sitting in the "band hallway" with Krystle and AJ after the NHS meeting waiting for my dad and listening to symphonic band practice, and I started thinking a little bit. I thought about how cool it was that no matter what was happening for the most part, I always had somewhere to go when I was at school. Like I'm not kidding when I say I live in the band room. That's where I go in the morning, that's where I go at lunch, it's where I wait after school. It's kinda my home at school. I attribute this to the "band family." Krystle and I were discussing this at the music man thing we went to. Tons of people who are in band are my friends that I would never even talk to otherwise. I'm not going to name names here, but you guys all know that's true. You can name atleast one really cool person that you are fairly sure you would not associate with if you didn't know them from long hot days at band camp. The whole thing just automatically puts a common bond between all band members. Now I'm not saying that there aren't annoying people in band or people that I don't like, but there are few of them. I find that pretty much no matter who you are talking to in band, you have something to talk about. We really are part of a huge family, and it's cool.
However, (yes, there is a however) I am growing increasingly pissed at band. Not at the people, not at the director, at band. This is the part that has been haunting my brain. I think often about how glad I am that I joined band freshman year, that I didnt give up after the first day of band camp, that I didnt quit after oser was arrested, even after kayla came. But every time I start thinking about this, this fond feeling I have for band grows to hatred within a few minutes. No matter how much band has given to me, my friends, a place of belonging, it has taken so much more. It has taken more from me than any other thing I have ever done in my life. I know, I know, if band was easy everyone would do it. But this is more. It's not just memorizing music, it's not just heat exhaustion. It's more than that. I cant even put it to words at this point. But as pissed as I was at band at the end of September, it still has not left. I thought it would leave by now atleast. I was perusing some of my old journals from that period in putting off writing this one.
So...uhh...yea. I'll deal with it I guess. Eventually. Just...it'll be a few weeks I think before I actually figure out what to do about this. [...] I've also learned though that I have no other choice but to deal with it and get through it, because nothing is going to change...atleast not for the better. I dont really have a lot more to say. It's like...if I were to climb mount everest, and then as soon as I got to the very top of it, I'm pushed off from behind. That's a good metaphor. But seriously...I went up so far to fall so hard.
Something from that sticks in my head. Just...it'll be a few weeks I think... A few weeks. Even then, when I was still in the lowest of lows for band, I said a few weeks. It's December 7th. That was written on October 5th. If I felt then that I would get over it in a few weeks, why is it still bothering me now? Why do I feel that band has screwed me over, even though it's given me so much? If I'm so pissed at it, why haven't I quit? Why am I putting myself through it if it's this bad? I guess I just don't know. Just had to get this on paper..er, whatever. I'll figure it out some day. I guess.
~~~~Later~~~~
Amanda: I'm not totally sure I understand your latest journal entry.
Skillet: me neither.
Amanda: Well, that makes me feel better, lol.
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2003 4 December :: 10.31pm
i really hate this feeling.
people are envious of me... i really don't know why.
if people like me, want to be my friend then why do i always feel so alone
i constantly find myself watching friends joking around, making plans... i used to have that.. if this is what everythings being reduced to by growing up then i don't know if i really want to...
16 day. 16 days until i turn 18. thats 2 weeks and 2 days.
i don't know.
i'm a dreamer... i've always held such high hopes and aspirations and .. i don't know.
i can't seem to get excited about anything anymore... is that bad?
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2003 2 December :: 11.09pm
:: Mood: Slightly Amused
:: Music: Santa's Parade. That song has been in my head for HOURS!
Decembear 2nd - He looked around the skating pond.
A mand a (hehehe, I did the spacing funny like her screename): that was good, you should save it your journal or something
It was good. So I will. This is my attempt to explain a period of time (I'm not sure which) in history to Krystle before her mock exam tomorrow.
Skillet(that's me): what are we talking about now?
Skillet: doctrine of nullification
Skillet: ummm
Krystle: hmm ok.. what did calhoun do?
Skillet: calhoun was an idiot
Krystle: yes
Skillet: there was the nullification crisis
Skillet: the tariff of abominations was in 1828
Skillet: then during the jefferson day dinner they disagreed over each others' toasts
Skillet: calhoun stood up and said "the union next to our liberties most dear"
Skillet: then jackson got up and was like heeeeell no! "Our union it must be preserved [bitch]"
Skillet: lol
Skillet: then there was the webster-hayne debate
Skillet: in the senate
Skillet: they argued about the union and states rights
Skillet: then came the exposition and protest
Skillet: still in 1828
Skillet: calhoun decided there that states had the rights to declare federal laws null and void
Skillet: which is stupid
Skillet: it goes back to the kentucky and virginia resolutions
Skillet: idiot
Skillet: then in the tariff of 1832 calhoun resigned as vp to become senator of south carolina
Skillet: Hayne, the gov of SC, joined him in is "nullification process"
Skillet: whoops
Skillet: *after the tariff of 1832, not in it
Skillet: lol
Skillet: my hands go faster than my brain
Skillet: anywho
Skillet: they held a convention in SC to declare tariff of 1832 null and void
Skillet: jackson passed the force bill
Skillet: which was like hey, listen you little punks, I have the army here and I'm not afraid to use it
Skillet: so step down
Skillet: and then henry clay comes in
Krystle: :-)
Skillet: blah blah blah
Skillet: great compromiser
Skillet: lalala
Skillet: teddy roosevelt (Krystle and I talked about how Mr. Ierace says Teddy Roosevelt should be called the great compromiser in band class today)
Skillet: blah blah
Skillet: yea
Krystle: yep!
Skillet: so they passed the Compromise Tariff of 1832
Skillet: *33
Skillet: it lowered the tariff rates gradually
Skillet: so that the both of them would shut up
Krystle: teddy roosevelt?
Krystle: :-)
Skillet: yep
Skillet: in 1833
Skillet: then in 1834 he invented the teddy bear
Skillet: ok, I'm gonna go
Krystle: alright
Krystle: thanks
Krystle: oh... and i like your version of history much better than mr hall's
Krystle: :-D
Hehe, now you know what goes on in my head when I think about history. Betcha wish you didn't even know. o.~ And if any of this is historically inaccurate (besides the teddy roosevelt in 1833 part, which was inaccurate on purpose) then SHUT UP!!! Let me have my moment, ok?! Besides, I would only expect it to be about 80.4% accurate, since that's my grade in history. :oP
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2003 1 December :: 8.41pm
:: Mood: bored
:: Music: Some Celine Dion song is on a tv special. Do people actually not know who Diane Warren is??
I am so scared for tomorrow's history class. There's gonna be like five of us because of the psych and social anth mocks. I'm bordering school phobia here, but it's more like history class phobia. I'm not really serious about the phobia, but this class tomorrow really is scaring the shit out of me. We're all gonna have to sit up front, and we're all gonna have to answer questions that I dont know, and, and, and...
Ugh..I will be so glad when the next three weeks are OVER!
On another note, I finally got around to changing the text for the leave a comment stuff. Now atleast two people have to comment or it won't make sense. So there. :oP
I also decided that what with the dvd coming out tomorrow, it's time to retire the pirates of the carribbean icon. Thanks so much Amanda for making it!! I put this one in sort of as filler, and it kind of fits my mood, but I'm keeping my eyes out for a really really good woohu icon to follow in the footsteps of one of my favorite movie characters ever. I'll get around to making the rest of the journal more spiffy later..
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2003 29 November :: 11.20pm
:: Mood: busy
Piccies!! o.~
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2003 27 November :: 12.14am
:: Mood: relaxed
:: Music: Spring Heeled Jack
Mmm... Thanksgiving
by far, the greatest holiday.
For the last seven years, it's involved waking up, putting on a pair of shorts, eating within a half hour of waking up, watching football, and falling asleep while watching football.
[Greatest Holiday Ever]
I hope somebody got that. Anyway.... I got accepted into FAU yesterday at the on-site deal. Definately a sad day for college admissions. It wasn't even a decision. She just looked at my SAT score and gave me an instant yes. Didn't even look at my application. Wasn't interested in community service hours (which I have none of) or my essay (which I didn't write). Didn't even care that I'm sitting at a 2.6 GPA. Apparently colleges calculate grade point averages differently, and all the honors and ap classes I've taken bring it up to around a 3.1. That led her to tell me that I'm eligable for a scholarship, and would most likely revcieve a whopping $2500 from them. The fact that I won't get Bright Futures makes that money almost as valuable as gold... or rather platinum. It's a nice deal, but I'm still somewhat disturbed by how that school is impressed with me. For real, me.... come on. It really makes me not want to go there, but it's comforting to know I have a fall-back option if I don't get accepted to a school I really want to go to.
Well thats the positive part of what I had to say. I'll save the negative for after the holiday. I'm not in the mood to be depressed. Whatever sense that last sentence makes.... well I don't know. Enough
-A.J.
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2003 26 November :: 10.16pm
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Oh man. What a day.
We woke up semi-early and got a very late start. We also got lost on the way there, and today is the most travelled day of the year, so we were a little over an hour late getting to Ziggy Beagle Rescue. When we got there though, Carol was outside with another lady and a beagle. This lady had just taken off work and driven and hour and a half to deliver this beagle she saved from a shelter. He was to be put down this morning.
After they finished up, we went into the yard and carol came out with Hershey. She was all happy to see us and whatnot. We put her new harness and leash on her and signed the adoption papers. Carol and her husband, who really remind me of that hick couple in that famous painting, you know, with the pitchfork, said their goodbyes, and we were off on the road. From Melbourne. She was really good in the car. She mostly sat on the floor behind the drivers seat and took a nap.
We got home and took hershey and sasha down the street so they could meet on "neutral ground." It went...ok. Sasha's a little hyper. And by a little, I mean most other dogs find her obnoxious. So Hershey kinda barked at her a little, growled a little, nothing too serious. We took them home and let Hershey smell around (She is a beagle, after all) while both dogs were on leashes. Then we took them both out back to check that out. Sasha was still kinda bothering hershey because hershey was trying to check out the place, but Sasha already knew the place, so the only thing there that was exciting for her was Hershey. So there were a few more barks, but it was all good. No all out brawls. So we brought them back in and let them off their leashes, and it went pretty well. There was a little conflict over the bone issue. Sasha has her bones, and that's all she plays with since anything else we give her is gone within 2 minutes. Pit bull jaws. So Hershey apparently really likes these bones. We brought out a new one for her because I was worried about Sasha getting jealous that Hershey was chewing her bone, but then of course all that sasha wanted was the new bone. I should have seen that coming. So hershey had a hold of the new bone, and sasha, being as naive as she is, went right up and grabbed the other end. That lasted about 3 seconds. Hershey growled first, then snapped. Sasha had this classic look on her face. "=-O WTF?!" Then Hershey went back to playing with the bone. After that though they took turns with the new bone. As soon as one dog would get up the other would go grab that bone. Pretty funny.
So anyway, after a while things started to quiet down. My mom and brother went to the store, and I was here basically alone with the dogs (my dad doesnt count, since he was against the dog in the first place and is refusing to have anything to do with it pretty much). Hershey was knocked out, absolutely exhausted from the day, Sasha was out in the kitchen begging my dad for pizza crusts. All of the sudden, BOW BOW BOW BOW BOW!!! I knew it wasnt Sasha barking, and all I thought was OMG! Hershey's gonna kill Sasha! I hadn't heard her bay like that since we brought her home! (Beagles bay, they don't really bark) I turned around, and Hershey was in my mom's room, under the bed, still baying her little head off. The cat. The cat had decided to make an appearance. Apparently, Hershey hates cats. That took care of my dad not wanting anything to do with her. He thinks beagles are now the greatest things since sliced bread. That poor cat. She's used to sasha chasing her under the bed, there's just one thing different: Hershey can fit under the bed. That dog gets the greatest pleasure out of seeing that cat run. It's awesome. So anyway, I was trying to get Hershey out from halfway-under the bed, and as soon as I said something to her, Sasha came running in. So now I have a hyper pit bull, a baying beagle, and a hissing cat, all in the house that jack built. (props if you got that) I was trying to get Hershey out first, because I didn't feel like a trip to the vet, so I didn't want her to bite the cat tonight, and Sasha was just plain getting in the way. So finally I grabbed each one by the scruff of the neck and dragged them out of the room and closed the door. Now I had one overly hyper dog in each hand. I let go of Hershey first, because she's the calmer of the two, and I was just like Sasha, CALM DOWN. Ahh, that was fun. Comical. My dad sat in the kitchen and just laughed and laughed. Two dogs are fun.
I can't wait till you guys all get to see her in person! She LOVES people so much. She doesn't just wag her tail, her entire back end shakes. It's so funny.
Look at those beagle ears. Love 'em.
Happy Thanksgiving everybody! XD
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2003 24 November :: 10.59pm
::15 Random Favorites:: | 1: | Elvis | 2: | Baby Kitty | 3: | Ms. Princy | 4: | Gatitio | 5: | Princess Sophia | 6: | Baby Elvis/Whiskers | 7: | Scardey baby kitty | 8: | Cindy woo hoo | 9: | Layla | 10: | bananas | 11: | pancakes | 12: | pictures | 13: | happy faces | 14: | polka dots | 15: | happy dances | ::14 Favorite Foods:: | 1: | pancakes | 2: | bananas | 3: | palomilla | 4: | tacos | 5: | cheese | 6: | ice cream | 7: | twizzlers | 8: | gummi bears | 9: | heath | 10: | hershey with almonds | 11: | mints | 12: | hard candy | 13: | cinnamon | 14: | cheesecake | ::13 Most Watched Shows:: | 1: | Trading Spaces | 2: | a dating story | 3: | a makeover story | 4: | a wedding story | 5: | trading spaces family | 6: | survivor (shut up) | 7: | the bachelor (shut up again) | 8: | the nanny | 9: | gilmore girls | 10: | queer eye for the straight guy | 11: | room raiders | 12: | one tree hill | 13: | unwrapped | ::12 Good Bands in your Opinion:: | 1: | hot hot heat | 2: | smashing pumpkins | 3: | coheed and cambria | 4: | thursday | 5: | the postal service | 6: | radiohead | 7: | beck | 8: | bush | 9: | bright eyes | 10: | pretty girl makes graves | 11: | from autumn to ashes | 12: | sevendust | ::11 Memories:: | 1: | show at the factory | 2: | surprise visits | 3: | 4am visits | 4: | twins twins twins | 5: | the "shack" | 6: | warped tour | 7: | melting pan. yes. pan | 8: | frozen pizzas & movies | 9: | pictures | 10: | pancakes | 11: | party party party! | ::10 Close Friends:: | 1: | Jizzennifer | 2: | Ashy Stockey | 3: | Bright Lite | 4: | Stephy | 5: | Kevy Wevy | 6: | Gregory Luke <3 | 7: | Princy | 8: | Lo Wang | 9: | the triangle. | 10: | Jess/Heidi/Sam/Dave. yes all in one. | ::09 Things you're looking forward to:: | 1: | end of school | 2: | after IB exams | 3: | after IB | 4: | end of everything | 5: | birthday.mine. | 6: | ashleys wedding | 7: | cheesecake | 8: | after tomorrow | 9: | something cool. | ::08 Things you wear daily:: | 1: | bra | 2: | underwear | 3: | heart necklace | 4: | murano glass star | 5: | jizz's ring (i try to) | 6: | sweater | 7: | shirt | 8: | pants of some sort | ::07 Things That Annoy You:: | 1: | aware ignorant people | 2: | people who drive slow in the left lane | 3: | people who don't listen | 4: | old people on the road | 5: | jeb bush | 6: | fucking republicans | 7: | everything. | ::06 Things You Touch Everyday:: | 1: | cell phone | 2: | car keys | 3: | computer | 4: | brush | 5: | princy | 6: | myself? | ::05 Movies You Could Watch Over and Over:: | 1: | empire records | 2: | vanilla sky | 3: | being john malkovich | 4: | dangerous lives of alter boys | 5: | 10 ways to lose a guy | ::04 Of Your Favorite Childhood Toys:: | 1: | my little pony | 2: | talking sesame street characters | 3: | barbies | 4: | trolls | ::03 People You Have Kissed:: | 1: | Gregory | 2: | Princy | 3: | Brighton :0P | ::02 Of Your Favorite Songs:: | 1: | Smashing Pumpkins version of Landslide | 2: | Smashing Pumpkins - Mayonaise | ::01 Person You Could Spend the Rest of Your Life With:: | 1: | Princy <3 |
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2003 22 November :: 8.26pm
:: Mood: Happy...wow, that's a new one.
:: Music: "How Much Is That Doggy In The Window"
Yesterday totally sucked. That's all I'm gonna say about that.
Today was good though. We went up to Ziggy Beagle Rescue, or as I like to call it, "Lauren-Heaven", in Melbourne, to see about a few dogs my mom was interested in adopting (one of). We went first to Lynne's house to see Drake, Elvis, and Buddy. Drake was kind of ...there. He wasn't overflowing with personality, and he refused to go for a walk when my mom wanted to take him outside, so that was that as far as he was concerned. Elvis was real cute, but he's scared of everything. One time a tree limb fell in the yard, and he refused to go back outside for 2 days. I was really honestly afraid that Sasha would just terrorize the poor thing. Buddy I absolutely adore. He was the sweetest thing ever. Just all friendly and affectionate and playful and everything you could want. One problem: he chews. So that was pretty much the end of that. Lynne also had 2 of her own dogs there. Gunner, a really friendly but really big (yes, Krystle, there are dogs bigger than Sasha) black lab. He was really nice. Lynne told me that she saved him from death row at a shelter. Reason for his owners, who had had him since he was a puppy, gave him up? He got too big. Don't even get me started. This is the most rediculous thing I have ever heard. That was a great dog about to be killed because of his size. IF YOU DONT WANT A BIG DOG, DONT BUY A LABRADOR RETRIEVER!! Ok, I'm better now. Lynne's mom had the funniest dog I've ever seen. Heidi, a beagle-dashchund mix. The dog was hilarious. It had all the features and coloring of a beagle, but it was about half the size, so I kept calling it a mini-Beagle. That's what it looks like. It was just a great little dog. So we left Lynne's to go to Carol's, who runs Ziggy Beagle Rescue (Lauren-Heaven). She has 40 dogs!!! That's a bit much, even for me. It was crazy. We went there specifically to see Hershey, but also to look to see if any other dog caught our eye. Carol brought hershey out, and she was absolutely adorable. She's a chocolate beagle, and just has the best personality. She was jumping up, all excited to see us, and giving us what I have named "Hershey Kisses." She was very high energy ...for about 30 seconds. Then she was on her back. "Pet my tummy!" She was just the perfect little dog for my mom, having enough laziness to sit there and be petted and do nothing for hours, but enough energy that Sasha wouldn't annoy her wanting to play all the time. We adopted her today, have a home visit tomorrow to make sure our home is beagle-friendly or something, and we leave early wednesday morning to pick her up. Happy Thanksgiving! ^_^ She's just a super-great little beagle.
Drake
Buddy
Elvis
Hershey
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2003 20 November :: 7.29pm
:: Mood: Pissed off in several degrees.
:: Music: "Hostile Apostle" -311
Math and history tests tomorrow. So I figured it was a good time to update the woohu. Procrastination is your friend.
I'm very much looking forward to tomorrow being over. Yep.
My parents are driving me absolutely insane. They just never stop having shit for me to do. And then they complain that I dont get it all done. But I can't keep doing this much work all the time. I cant stay awake forever.
I finally got some stuff accomplished this week though. I dual enrolled for next semester. Now I just have to like actually go and dual enroll at PBCC. But Atlantic knows I'm taking a course. I'm still not 100% positive I made the right decision with this though, because junior year's a bitch, and this course requires a 2000 word paper. Oh well. Too late now. I also got Ms. Youngman to put me on the list for congres. I'm still really pissed about that whole mess. Grr.
I hate not knowing what's going on. Like in terms of plans. This whole thing with dog and/or fence and/or whatever is really pissing me off. If we're gonna get a dog, we have a really good opportunity in terms of being off of school and work for Thanksgiving. We're going up saturday to look at them, and we have a home visit scheduled for sunday, but they're not gonna let us get the dog till we have a fence that's good enough for a beagle in case it tries to dig out. Originally, I was going to build the fence, which is fine with me, but I just needed to get the freaking stuff. Then yesterday, my parents decided they want the fence professionally done. Ooookay. Well my mom refuses to call the fence people till she decides on a dog. I'm like no, you should make an appointment to see if you can get the fence done on monday and then if the dog part falls through saturday you can call and cancel. Somehow this is not going through her head. If we dont call for the fence before monday, we wont be able to get the dog before thanksgiving break is over probably. Then maybe it will have to wait till christmas. I have no idea. Frankly, I dont care when/if we get a dog, I just want to know what the hell is happening and when. This pisses me off so much. Concrete sequential. I took that quiz in health class after the quiz. It was the psych quiz, but I took it in health class cuz we were bored. So I'm blaming my whole need for scheduling and knowing-what's-going-on-ness on the concrete sequentialness of my brain. See? Psych is good for some things. Unfortunately for my education in psych, it's not as easy as IB Music. So here we are.
I'm sick of school. I'm quitting. Monday. Any takers? I so can pass the ged test or w/e and go to college anyway. It works.
We bought a van yesterday. It's big. But it has a ramp in it and like everything's electronic-wise so my dad can get in it. Now we actually have some use for the new electric wheelchair. Yay.. Whatever. I'm pretty indifferent to the whole thing. Except the fact that now my dad is trying to make me wait till May to get my lisence cuz now we have 4 cars, so I would automatically be a primary driver of one of those cars, and the lease ends on the infinity in May. If I'm a "primary driver" it jacks up my insurance by like...double. I was like wtf... I dont want to wait till may to get my lisence. I'm already sick of you guys. I need to get out of this madhouse. You wanna know what my dad said? "You've already waited a year. You can wait until May." OMG. Someone shoot me. Please. I'll provide the gun. Just give me a ride to KMart. You wouldnt even have to go to jail since you could convince people it's more "euthinasia" than "murder."
I think maybe I should take the Kristen route. Get out of the country.
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2003 17 November :: 6.30pm
whos a baller...
guess who won a $100 gift certificate towards a tattoo.
yup that would be me.
did you know that the Lion King is one of the top 9 most rented VHS's of all time :0)
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UF audition was decent.
fingers crossed. necessity. school sucks.
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