Ha, I don't think that me and Gabby should be allowed to work together on projects ever again, seeing as we get nothing done whatsoever. Last night I went over to her house at 6:30 or so to work on our chemistry project, and I didn't go home until eleven..and we still didn't finish! Heh. So, she came over today around six, and stayed until 7:30 when I had to leave for soccer..and, uh, we got nothing done. But whatever, we have a lot of fun procrastinating.

So supposedly soccer tryouts are ending tomorrow, when they were orginally going to go until the end of this week. I don't really care though..I'm fairly sure that I'll make at least some team. At least, I really hope I do. JV, preferably..but I'll take what I can get, hey? Yes.

Speaking of soccer, I got a red card over the weekend, heh..it was for something completely stupid too. The ref didn't really call any fouls the whole game, and towards the end both teams were getting really dirty. Some girl had been pushing on me the whole game, so I shoved her around a bit..still, no whistle. Finally, when there were about two minutes left, she sprinted into me from behind and knocked me on the grass, so I called her a stupid bitch. Then, no warning or yellow card at all, the ref pulls a red and says, "We'll have none of that." So I called him a bastard and walked off the field. The end.

Sorry if that didn't make sense. I'm rather tired, and I still have homework to do. Ha, oops. Who cares, it's just English. Not like I have to study for those tests anyways. Mr. Smith sucks a lot.

Oh yeah, one last thing. Does anyone know what happened to Rachel (aka touche)? I had been noticing that her entries weren't showing up on my friends page anymore, so I checked her journal, and it's gone. There's no email address on her profile either..dang it. Rachel, wherever you are, you rock a lot and should come back. Preferably soon. And if you're gone because of health problems, then get well and feel better as soon as you can!

Yeah.
What are your thoughts on dachshunds?:	I never remember how to pronounce their name.
Would you ever have sex with a mentally retarded person?:	Hahaha, no.
What if they were really, really hot?:	I don't know if that's possible.
What's your favorite flavor of pixie stick?:	Uh..green, maybe? I don't know.
Which sex do you prefer? Vaginal, anal, aural, nasal or post mortem?:	Nasal, duh.
Are you too sexy for your shirt?:	Obviously.
What about your pants?:	Perhaps.
Do overweight African American women turn you on?:	Only if their boobs hang down to their crotches.
If you were to star in your first porno, what would you title it?:	The Subsequent Beating and Rape of SSG.
Cocaine or heroin? (say neither, and I'll kill you.):	Heroin.
April 26, 1992..there was a riot on the street, tell me where were you.:	I was participating in some anarchy.
Would you rather be tragically thin or morbidly obese?:	Tragically thin, because I am fattist.
What would you like me to make for you out of clay?:	A jar. To put your brain in.
And one last thing...
Spit, swallow or bathe?:	Spit, man.

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So uh, quiz or something. Yep.

Which Of The Greek Gods Are You?

Ever notice how all I listen to lately is Kent and Crosby, Stills, and Nash? Hey, they're good. You should check them out. No, wait, on second thought, don't. They're mine! Mine I tell you! If you like them, I will hate you forever and ever!

..sound familiar? Anyways.

I really don't like stupid people. I mean, it's okay if you aren't exactly book smart or anything, because some of the smartest people I know are just such morons. How I figure it is, if I can't carry on an intelligent conversation (about ANYTHING, for Chrissake) with you, then you are stupid. Take my little sister, for example. But I don't even want to get into that, because then I'd be typing for hours.

And the funny thing is (about my sister), all the old people I know say that when I "grow up," we'll be best friends and all and I'll like her. Eh, maybe. But it's not likely.

Speaking of "growing up"..the other day, my dad told Celia and I that if we couldn't come up with a solution to fix our attitude and maturity problems, then he would come up with one. He proposed that we would be grounded from EVERYTHING (computer, phone, going out places, TV, looking out the window, etc.) that wasn't a structured activity [church (gross man), soccer, school, etc.] until we grew up, in his opinion. Sorry for the quality of that sentence (and all the parentheses). But yeah. I'm rather glad he decided not to do that, because that would suck a lot. Who the heck wants to grow up anyways? I'm only fourteen, lay off a bit.

BUT! My birthday is in about two months. December third, for serious. You should all get me something..or you know, something. It would be cool. It's funny, because I don't really like reminding people about my birthday, and then I get mad when they forget. But, whatever! I'm reminding you now, so it's fair. Get me something, hey?

Er..what else was I going to say. Ohhh, right. I'm selling MORE cds on eBay, so go bid. And check out the punk rock descriptions. Holy crap.

GO BID! NOW! GO GO GO!

Tonight I am pretending that there is a power outage, and I have to use candles to see everything. Of course, I'm listening to music at the same time, so it's not really real..but whatever, it's still cool. You should all do that sometime. Yep.

God, I'm lame.

Fight Club!


What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!)
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Oh oh, I should be working on my essay that just happens to be due tomorrow, but since I'm lame I'm not. But whatever, if you know me you know it'll get done eventually. Even if I stay up until three, but hey, that's no problem! Oh well, whatever, nevermind.

Tomorrow is a minimum day, and I have nothing to do with anyone. Such is life. Not like it matters, because Tuesdays are stupid days to do things with people anyways. If you're me. Right. I don't make sense. Okay.

So today I was reading another one of my really cool awesome rad sci-fi books (by Asimov, OF COURSE), and I found this..quote, I guess, that's really hilarious. And in case you happened to miss it the first time around, no, I didn't write this. Mr. Genius Issac Asimov did, and the story's called "Hostess." So, here:

"Would you care for a drink?"
The Hawkinsite did not answer but looked at Rose with a slight facial contortion that indicated some emotion which, unfortunately, Rose could not interpret. She said, nervously, "On Earth there is the custom of drinking liquids which have been fortified with ethyl alcohol. We find it stimulating."
"Oh, yes. I am afraid, then, that I must decline. Ethyl alcohol would interfere most unpleasantly with my metabolism."
"Why, so it does to the Earthmen, too, but I understand, Dr. Tholan," Drake replied. "Would you object to my drinking?"
"Of course not."
Drake passed close to Rose on his way to the sideboard and she caught only one word. He said, "God!" in a tightly controlled whisper, yet he managed to put seventeen exclamation points after it.

Hahahahaha. If you don't think that's funny, then you have a problem. But hmm, I know I had other things to say. They'll come.

Oh, right. Today was, supposedly, a soccer "party" at Lamppost. Man, did that ever go well. Except for the part where it didn't. Seriously, I got there, and no one really said hi to me..so Celia and I sat at a booth, while everyone else was at tables. We were pretty much ignored the rest of the night. I mean, sure, not like we really made an attempt to be social or anything (because talking to Celia is always more fun than talking to soccer kids), but still. I got to eat lots of pizza though, and that's always good.

I would tell you about my day, and how bad but not it went (because teenagers always think they have it so bad, but it's really nothing..coughcough. no names, of course.), but this is getting long. And besides, you'd be bored. No one wants to hear about that crap. So off to work on my essay. Oh, joy!

I've been trying to be a better mood lately, I really have. But it's not working. Not working at all.