Hey everybody! Welcome to my wonderful blog! This is basically just an online journal that I'm keeping because it's fun to let the entire world know exactly what's on my mind. Also it's very good to keep a journal, and although some people believe that journals should be private, considering that chances are nobody is going to read this stuff anyways, it's not really a big deal. Oh, Ames doesn't count because she's just naturally stupid. So, yeah, I hope you enjoy the wonderfulness that is my blog and knock yourself out or whatever. Check out my resurrection for past blog archives that you might have missed or want to look back on. But enough about you, let's talk about me! Yay!
What am I doing now?
Date: Wednesday, November 22, 2006 Listening: Say It Right - Nelly Furtado Watching: Heroes Reading: nothing Eating: East Side Mario's Wearing: AE top, jeans Wanting: I don't even know Thinking: I need a change of scenery Feeling: tired Random shoutout: I don't have one
Am I that transparent? I want you, I need you, oh baby, oh baby.
Tuesday, April 30, 2002
It's happy fun time!
I had a horrible day. I'm sick. I'm sneezy. I have a runny nose. I must look like shit. I'm sure Sporky doesn't like me, and worst of all, I don't even care. I have major major unbelievable PMS cramps. I failed my bio test (not literally, in case people are asking me that). My bio teacher never got my wonderful bio portfolio that I was so proud of because apparently the substitute teacher that collected them the day they were due never gave her the disk with all the website files, and I don't have a backup, and it's not on the Internet, and she's going to look for it again because I think she noticed how upset I was and didn't want to ask me to do it over or anything so I have to wait until Friday before she comes to a decision about what to do, or she finds it, whatever comes first.
I made up for it at the end of the day when I kicked Wing in the balls...apparently I didn't actually, according to him, so I'll rephrase that: I kicked him between the legs and left him lying on the floor outside the school for the next seven minutes clutching himself in pain. That totally brightened up my day, I relieved so much stress...although I think I broke a nail.
Gitchi gitchi ya ya da da...gitchi gitchi ya ya here...mocha chocolata ya ya...where're you think you're sleeping tonight?
I don't think I can last a month. That's way too much to ask for. Argh. And now my mumsys wants me to have soup. And today's the day I don't WANT soup. I wanted soup yesterday and the day before. Bleah. And speaking of which, my mom makes lousy Jello. She obviously didn't stir it because there are undissolved particles at the bottom of the container that taste gross, and it's all watery and falls apart and shit. Ugh. I should take care of the Jello from now on. Never trust others to do your work for you.
And! On top of everything, I suck at Life. As in The Game Of. I suck at it. I was playing against Grace and we got two people each and both her people got first and second place. Stupid girl. I hate Life. And I hate life. Life sucks. And Life sucks too. Can I have a new life?
posted by Faith on 11:43 PM
Monday, April 29, 2002
See, you need to chat people up a little bit more casual-like, you know? Hi, what's your name? How's life treating you? What's that you say, minions from hell getting you down?
Blah, I can't believe there's less than a month of school before exams! Omg, it goes by so quickly, I didn't even notice! =^) That's so crazy!
I'm such an ass...I was studying for math in front of a bunch of lockers and then it turned out I was sitting in front of Pavle's locker and when he came to open it I had nowhere to move because Nora was on one side and Pavle was on the other, so I moved forward, but my pencil case was wide open and everything fell out, and I knew at that exact moment that I was going to be clutzy for the rest of the day. I don't guess wrong. And today was not an exception, unfortunately.
What about all of the...things that you said...what about all of the...promises that you made...what about all of the...nights that you gave...what about all of the...things you told me...what about all fo the...things that you said...what about all of the...promises that you made...what about all of the...nights that you gave...what about...what about...what about us?
Dude someone convince people that I don't like anybody in particular! Omg! Stupid Azeezah. Like, yeah, in general, maybe (stupid Aliya), but c'mon! I'm not obligated to tell everybody who Sporky is, am I? Like 5 people in my school already know, and it's all crazy, because originally I only told one person, who convinced me to tell someone else, and then someone else overheard the convo, so I told one other person because I figured it wasn't fair that she didn't know, and she convinced me to tell someone else...God this is a whole vicious cycle! I'm totally not obligated to tell Azeezah now!
Need to die. Right about now would be perfect. Thanks.
posted by Faith on 11:44 PM
Sunday, April 28, 2002
Well, if it's a fight they want...can't someone else give it to them?
I must say, today was the most wasteful day of my life. I spent all of it playing Life (hooray for Cinnamon Toast Crunch!) against my mom, and she kept winning at the last second! Argh! Except then we started playing the enhanced version and I totally beat her. Oooh yeah.
Although I had the weirdest dream last night...I dreamt that Edith and Graham were together (thanks a lot Nick) and for some reason they decided to hang out in my backyard...only it was my backyard from my old house, but the house itself was my current one, which was weird. And then I wanted to go outside but my mom wouldn't let me and told me to go to bed instead, and inside the house it was really dark but when I looked out the window the sun was shining as if it were noon, and then for some reason Jenn T and Sherry popped into my backyard and there was a party or something, but I still wasn't allowed outside, and then suddenly my backyard turned into a beach, and there was some weird couple I'd never seen and they were in the water, and then a shark came and ate them, and then I climbed out the window and discovered I was butt naked, and then when I climbed back into the house I wasn't, but I was in my sister's room instead of my own, and then it turned out that my mom was my sister, and the whole thing was really fucked up. Can anybody analyze my dream?
'Cause I got plenty of time...time to figure it out...time to think about you and me...whatever that was all about...I got nothing to prove...I got nothing to say...well I guess I never thought you were good for me anyway...I got nothing to lose...nothing but you...
Ooh I forgot to mention, Pavle's birthday was on Friday and Sarah wished him a happy birthday, and he just shrugged and said "Yeah", and then Sarah totally spazzed afterwards about how he wasn't happier that it was his birthday, and she acted like it was the end of the world, it was pretty funny. She considered decorating his locker but decided that his lack of happiness didn't deserve it so too bad.
Now I have to go do my homework and die of carbon monoxide.
posted by Faith on 4:52 PM
Ack! I forgot to post to my blog yesterday again! I hope this isn't becoming some sort of trend...
Whatever, yesterday was the last school dance of the year *sob*, and they did that stupid technique that I hate where they played some really good songs at the beginning, some really great songs at the end, and shit songs in the middle. Dammit. And why do I continuously pay for the tickets instead of being like my friends and wearing an orange bracelet so people think I paid? (the ticket is in the form of an orange wristband)
'Cause all my days are cold without you...but I'm hurting when I'm with you...though my heart can't take no more...I keep on running back to you...
Hmm, sounds suspiciously like an Alicia Keys situation...whatever, still a good song.
I crimped my hair yesterday, and today it's all frizzy. Wah. But whatever. Ooh ooh ooh totally unrelated but I'm too lazy to make another paragraph, I went to Fairview today and I was watching three really really really cute kittens! Awwwww... =^) They were sooo adorable! And underneath, there was this really cute bulldog! Okay, to be honest, the kittens were way cuter, but otherwise, the bulldog was soooo cute. And then they were also selling prairie dogs! Omg, since when were pet stores allowed to sell prairie dogs? I wouldn't be surprised if they started catching those groundhogs outside STC and selling them as pets as well. Although some stupid person thought the prairie dog was a squirrel. Great. Pet squirrels, just what I wanted.
I'm sick of watching Grace try on dresses and get mad at my mom for not liking them and then get mad at my mom for asking her to try on ugly dresses.
Read Diary of a Mad Bride. The format is really annoying, but the book itself is kinda fun. I only read the beginning, but still. If anyone actually checks it out, you'll understand why I hate the format (stupid footnotes). It's by Lisa Wolf. I think. Or Laura Wolf. L. Wolf to be safe. =^)
Also, I've confirmed my conclusion that my mumsys love ditzy movies. I was watching Sugar and Spice with her. I think it's going to be added to her list of best movies (Clueless and Legally Blonde). That's so scary.
posted by Faith on 7:48 PM
Thursday, April 25, 2002
So yesterday I didn't blog because I didn't have time. Some stuff happened yesterday, but I can't go into details because it regards Sporky and revealing details would reveal Sporky's identity completely. However, it does involve him giving me the cutest grin ever...he's so cute when he smiles...
Bleah. I'm so sad, Darren Hayes can't come to Toronto! I really really hope he's okay; he wouldn't cancel unless it was serious. Ooh. Poor guy.
She likes it my way...my way...you can't satisfy her needs...she keeps running back to see me do it my way...my way...what I say goes...I'm in control...
Ahh Aliya's nails are soooooo nice! They have like rhinestones on them and they're so purty... =^) I think everybody should see them. Her sister's getting married on the weekend so she got her nails done, and they're not even fake nails, she grew them out so long! (Well, one of them is because she chipped the actual nail, but details, details).
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SASHA!!!!! Old geyser. Only I can't say that, but whatever.
Omg Crawford is the worst house ever. They can't eat Jello for shit. There were house games today, but I only saw the first part, and it was the Jello eating contest, and someone from each house had to eat Jello without using their hands (basically just using their face), and everyone from Crawford took their precious little time...I swear, they wouldn't be able to eat that shit if someone had a gun to their head. Now, Cody, that's crazy! They all sucked up the Jello in like 2 seconds! Ahhhh! Crazy crazy!
Hi Ames. You suck. =^) j/k
posted by Faith on 6:43 PM
Tuesday, April 23, 2002
Okay, today I decided to go into old accounts to discover that I don't remember the passwords, nor do I remember the answer to my secret questions. Why am I so obscure?
So I have a Spanish book report due tomorrow, assigned before March break. On the bright side, I started reading today! Okay, okay, I'm not actually that screwed, it was only 30 pages but I think I'm reading it wrong, because if I'm not, then the plot summary would be: there's a bunch of people who go the the vet with their cats and they see Yvonne, the secretary, who directs some of them to Liliana, the psychologist and main character. Liliana talks to some guy called Luciano who wants help because his family is dysfunctional, and she can't help him because she has a family, but her husband Jaime neglects her and goes to Uruguay, and Liliana finds a note on her windshield to meet someone somewhere but she doesn't know who wrote the note, but she meets whoever anyways, and finds some guy named Angelo, who she knows by connection with some girl named Rosalie (I have no clue where she fits in), and they both love tango, and they tango in the streets. Also, throughout the whole book, she keeps humming tangos. I think I'm missing something.
I ain't even gonna front...I ain't even gonna lie...since you walked up in the club...I've been giving you the eye...we can dance if you want...get it crackin' if you like...must be a full moon...feels like one of those nights...
Did you know that if you call someone a dork, you are, by definition, calling them a whale's penis, and since a whale's penis is on average 10 inches long, you are saying they are a whale's 10-inch penis? Now you know something when people call you a dork. =^) Oh and btw I'm not a perv, I learned this in health class.
posted by Faith on 11:26 PM
Monday, April 22, 2002
I hate Ames. She got Victoria Beckham stuck in my head all day! Wahhh!
Ooh...satsuma is the best smell ever! What the $%# is satsuma? lol...gotta love that Body Shop campaign...geez, I think they ran out of new products to sell so they just started repromoting old ones...well they chose the right one, in any case.
OMG ALL MAYBELLINE STUFF IS ON SALE AT SHOPPER'S! It's unbelievable! Like, eye shadow for $5, 2 lipsticks for $10...where was I when this happened? And like 3 nail polish for $10, but I don't wear nail polish, and, like, you also get 100 bonus points on all the Maybelline sale items, which is pretty much everything! Ahhh! But they don't have the eye shadow that I use...maybe I'll switch to Stone Age...whatever, if the price is right...
My heart's got a mind of its own...won't listen to a word I say...doesn't it know that I get hurt too...when it acts this way...'cause when it breaks I break...I don't know how much more of this I can take...doesn't it know that I get hurt too...when it acts this way...
No! No! Spice Girls bad! Ex-Spice Girls bad! Bleah, whatever. I wanna go see Darren Hayes at MMM! Wahh! My stupid dad won't let me. Hmph. Maybe, after my math test, I can just go down to see him anyways. No biggie, right? Hmm, Harvey's fries are completely batter, they taste like onion rings without onions...not that that's a bad thing, but still...
I want a boyfriend! Anyone! Someone! Please? I was watching Boston Public and that girl who kissed that guy teacher (I still don't know their names) last year or something and then wanted to interview him this year for a college project was being all whatever, and then at the end when they were separating, I was thinking, "Dumbass, it's obvious he's being stupid, just kiss him again and drive off!" but then he's dating that annoying teacher who keeps giving out money (she didn't give anything out this episode, but she still landed herself in trouble nonetheless...God that lady has issues) so the other girl just left and called him on his cell phone when she was leaving and told him that he was like a perv watching her drive off. Whatever.
What was this whole thing about Paige being a vampire and Phoebe being pregnant? That's sooo confusing. And the whole thing with the source saving Paige and throwing fireballs at the queen vampire and then all the bats disintegrated...I'll never understand. Hmph. Whatever, I'm gone.
posted by Faith on 9:22 PM
Sunday, April 21, 2002
Good morning sunshine! Remember: these are the best days of your life...so far! *muah*
Guess what I was just watching? Bleah...her voice just kinda sticks to your brain...she's so...so...PERKY! Geez. Although I guess it's okay to find the bright side of everything (lol, Friends...what was that episode with Phoebe and her overperky boyfriend?).
You don't have to call...it's okay girl...'cause I'ma be alright tonight...
Grace has this brilliant idea to go to Pacific Mall to look for a prom dress...uh, fob much? I don't think so! But bubble tea for me is always good...anyways, yupadoodles, she kept looking for dresses and dad and I were obviously bored so I suggested leaving and coming back to pick up my mom and my sister, but noooooooo...such a thought would simply show how impatient I am! Well duh! But hey, we went to STC afterwards and she went prom dress shopping more while I bought new shirt. Yay!
Ooh I just made Jello...there was this weird Jello volcano thingy (I get fascinated by the most random things) going on, 'cause you know how when you pour the powder into the bowl, it's like this little mountain thing? Yeah, so when I poured water in it, the powder turned all soggy and stuff, right? But if you don't fill it completely and you let a bit of dry Jello sit there, eventually the whole thing becomes soggy because the mountain collapses and stuff. And when I thought it was completely wet or whatever, suddenly, a bubble popped up from the centre of the mountain thingy, like a volcano! And when I looked through the bubble, there was dry Jello powder inside! It was soooo cool! I wonder if I could use Jello for like some sort of Science experiment...it would be so fun! Or maybe I'm just stupid.
What was I gonna do...'cause you was there when I need you...and now I'm feeling down 'cause you need me and I'm not around...tell me can I make you see...make you feel and believe in me...I don't know what it is but I need to let you know...
Well, hmph, Ames says that I talk about everything in my day in my blogs. Well guess what? Does this look like my entire day? Wow, my day must have been really short! Wait, wait, did I mention how I ate Cinnamon Toast Crunch for breakfast and then I wandered around the house and flopped on my bed and then I brushed my teeth? Did I mention that I used Crest toothpaste on my toothbrush? And then I jumped up and down randomly, then I took my yellow facecloth and I dampened it and wiped it on my face, then I dried the facecloth and put it on the little yellow rack that I have, and then I twisted open the lid on my Nivea facecream couterclockwise, and then...okay I think you totally get the point. =^P C-ya!
posted by Faith on 11:15 PM
Saturday, April 20, 2002
Well, I'm at Ames' house (I need to stop coming here, I'm always here) and Ames and Kris are cheering over...yee gods...hockey. Whoopedeedodah.
Okay, so I had my big debate thing today at Pope John Paul. My partner is the stupidest person alive! We were debating about the whole Ontario Private School Tax Credit thingyamabobber and we were negative so we were supposed to say why we thought the Ontario government should not fund private schools. But my partner kept going on about how we have 2-tier education. Hello! That's the whole point! The reason why they want to fund private schools is to prevent 2-tier education! She's so dumb...she kept saying how no one can afford to go to private schools and that only rich people can go, so they can't fund private schools or something, which has no logic whatsoever. Then when I was doing my rebuttal, she tried to get me to say how no one can afford private schools, and when I wouldn't, she started complaining later about how I should have listened to her, and then when I told her that I didn't want to bring up anything about money unless it was about public education, she complained that I should have done more research. Excuse me? At least my points made sense! What good is research when you're saying all the wrong things? God!
Oh, wait, that's not it. We had this impromptu debate afterwards, which was BIRT Homer Simpson is a good role model for fathers. We were con, but she doesn't watch the Simpsons often, and she kept trying to get me to say stuff that I totally didn't want to say because they made no sense, and then she got mad at me again and yeah, I honestly believe we lost all our debates, and I'm not saying that I didn't contribute to that, but I think we would have done a lot better if she wasn't so stupid! Argh! And she can't cross examine! She had this whole point about how a father and a friend weren't the same thing, and she was going to say that in her constructive speech, but when she was cross examining the first affirmative, her first question was, "Don't you think that there's a difference between a father and a friend?" Omg. She just used the cross examination to say all her points and didn't refer to anything that the person actually said. Then, for the rebuttal, she brought in three new points, I don't remember what they were, and the affirmative mentioned this in her rebuttal, saying it wasn't fair, and when I said my rebuttal I had to bullshit about how she was only using these points to refute what the affirmative had said and therefore was not bringing anything new in. She obviously didn't appreciate it.
I wanna stand with you on a mountain...I wanna bathe with you in the sea...I wanna live like this forever...until the sky falls down on me...
Ooh I saw Lionel today! It was pretty cool. We just yammered about Switz stuff, and then about our futures or whatever and everything that was going on. Apparently Lionel got accepted to Queen's and UofT (but he's going to Queen's because who the hell would want to go to UofT?). Too bad I didn't see anything else.
Okay now I'm bored and I feel like bouncing upside down because I'm stupid, so c-ya!
posted by Faith on 6:02 PM
Friday, April 19, 2002
Okay, today was like my biggest nightmare ever. I want to cry. I really really do.
So, last night, I was working on my Spanish presentation. Like, whatever. I was making churros, and actually they didn't taste that bad, and actually bordered on very good. I mean, they looked like squashed shit, but whatever. So I was all proud. Anyways, then after all that work, my mumsys told me to go to bed, but I had to study for bio, so I snuck a Pepsi into my room and then at 11:30 I turned on my lamp and studied, drinking Pepsi for caffeine. Yum. Eventually my mom discovered that I was awake, but realized that I was studying and it wasn't a good idea to tell me to stop, so she turned on the light and confiscated my Pepsi. Like I can really stay awake without it. Obviously, I flopped asleep by a little past 3 am, probably. I woke up with my textbook beside my head. Yahoo.
So I went to school, and discovered that my churros were all soggy and gross (they were fried), and the sugar had all melted and made a sticky ugly mess. It wasn't as bad as I expected, because although I couldn't stand the taste, everyone else in my class loved them. But that still didn't make it any better, because I discovered that my teacher is from Uruguay, therefore she actually knew what I was talking about! Gah! Also, I apparently looked as tired as hell, and I still didn't know anything about bio. I never do. Then, I discovered that I forgot about my art experimental studio proposal, which was due today, and, well, I didn't have it. Then, I realized I was double-booked for the afternoon, as I was supposed to work on my bio project with Sasha for the vision therapy shit, but I was also supposed to meet Joyce so we could work on our debate for tomorrow (I'm going to Pope John Paul to do some junior debate thingy about the Ontario government funding private schools). On top of that, I didn't attend the meeting last week for the debate and I didn't bring any notes and we were supposed to have a practice debate! Afterwards, I had to go skating for the first time in 4 weeks, and you could tell Vesna was disappointed in me, and I somehow forgot how to skate. Skeriously, it was horrible. I think I'm going to cry.
One step forward...two steps back...and I'm up on my feet again...one step forward...two steps back...and I'm down on my knees again...
I want to die! Somebody just shoot me now, really. Ooh I want a boyfriend. Boyfriends are useless if I'm dead. Whatever. I'll just settle for a cat. AND CATS ARE NOT BOYFRIENDS! Stupid Bernie with her stupid suggestions ("Why don't you just get a cat for a boyfriend and solve all your problems?") Marvellous idea.
I want to see The Importance of Being Earnest. When's that coming out? If it doesn't clash with exams, I think I'll drag Vinca to see it with me (although I don't think there'll be too much dragging on account of Colin Firth in Jane Austen outfits). Or maybe I'll see Life or Something Like It. That's totally my thing. ("I met a guy who had a vision" "What, like ESPN?" "No, he had ESP. There's no N")(lol Christian Kane is so stupid, ESPN my ass)
I can't get no...satisfaction...
Okay I'm totally going now. Haha my sister needs my help to set up her blog, yeah right.
posted by Faith on 10:32 PM
Thursday, April 18, 2002
Ahh Bernie found out who Sporky was (thanks a lot Vinca!). Ugh I suck at lying.
Today's so sunny, it brightened me all up! Except for the part where I currently need to work like a bitch. Life's a bitch. It pisses all over you and everything. Bleah.
Plus, I had to buy my Spanish book today. I went out to buy it during my spare with Aliya and Alysha. Guess what? Totally brown talk! Brown humour and everything! And I didn't get their jokes because they were all brown jokes. Well guess who doesn't get to be haZn now? Too bad. Support to the aZn invasion! But we stopped by Tutti Fruitti and I bought Buffy chocolate! Omg, they are to die for! I got one Buffy (dark chocolate and raspberry creme) and one Spike (chocolate and crispies)! I said it was so cute because they matched and Buffy was on a red background and Spike was on a green background (complementary colours) and yupadoodles everyone thought I was crazy because they thought I bought Spike to match Buffy. Puh-lease! It's all about the crispies! Hooray!
Ooh the ice cream truck parked on the school side of the street. Normally it parks across the street and you have to cross the street to buy ice cream which is why I don't because I convince myself that it's too far away, but today, it was so evil, because there was no reason not to get one but I couldn't because I bought so much junk already (whoohoo ice capps!) Wah.
Baby stay away...do the right thing...I know I should run...but the heart wants what it wants...baby stay away...do the right thing baby...you know the heart wants what it wants
lol Azeezah and her wonderful journey to dig a hole in the sandbox to Australia. I think she should go to China, but whatever. Aha, also, Nina and I agree that we both feel really uncomfortable with pure silence and that if no one speaks we always want to say something. It's not just me! I'm not crazy! Either that or she's crazy too. Whatever.
Ack everybody was at SOMA today and the hallway and the classes were so empty! It was sad! But at least I got a lot of progress with my wonderful stained glass angel. Except that one crucial piece cracked into three itty bitty pieces and I lost one of them so now it looks weird.
I walked the Harvey's run today. That's right, walked. Screw that, I ain't running in this weather!
So if you're ready...let's go somewhere and get it on tonight...I've got a girl but you look good tonight...it's one long run tonight...tonight
Tired. Now I have to do work. Real work. The kind that sucks my butt. Wish me luck!
posted by Faith on 6:29 PM
Wednesday, April 17, 2002
So what sounds better: Jubilee L., Jubilee H., or Jubilee G.? If you want to know what the initials stand for, too bad.
Whoa it was really hot today, like unbelievably hot, it was totally crazy! But I had a spare, and my Spanish teacher let us go outside and do whatever because there weren't any presentations today, since I'm doing mine on Friday and Jamil's at Envirothon. Whoohoo! And dammit, Sporky looked so good, omg, it's scary, but there was just something about him... =^)
I love you I love you I do boy...but you ain't gonna cheat on me...I need you I need you I do boy...choose is it her or me...
Omg I've got old songs stuck in my head. I'm blaming this totally on my sister. She made me watch the movie! Yes! That's right! Well, no she didn't, I suggested it...lol David Arquette is soooo funny...and I just realized that whoever's reading this probably has no idea what movie I'm talking about. Dude who does Luke Perry remind me of? I know he reminds me of someone...he was pretty cute actually... =^) God I need a boyfriend. Or a life. Or both.
Keep it coming...keep it coming y'all...dance till ya can't dance...till ya can't dance no more...
Darien cut his hair! Well apparently he cut it a while ago but I didn't see so I can't judge. But whatever. Anyways, he actually looks like a guy now! Like completely! You cannot mistaken him for a girl anymore! Isn't that great? Okay, that did sound a little insulting, but whatever...he's totally whipped, it's hilarious...I should call him sometime to bother him...maybe this weekend if I'm bored.
How funky is your chicken?...How funky is your chicken?...How loose is your goose?...Our goose is totally loose...So c'mon all you hot fans...so c'mon all you hot fans...and shake your caboose...and shake your caboose...
By now I'm pretty sure somebody has figured out what I was watching. Ozzzzzzzzzzzz...is so cuuuuuute...stupid Veruca, I hate her, and in Can't Hardly Wait when Seth's character was going after Paige's character, she totally snubbed him! And now she wants him! Well, tough luck, he's with Alyson now! Hmph.
I've had a really long day. Or week. This week is probably going to be the worst week of my life. Dammit.
posted by Faith on 10:26 PM
Tuesday, April 16, 2002
Hey more stuff to add! So I was working on my Spanish, and yesterday I found a recipe for churros which I found from a link from a site about Uruguay, therefore I assumed that if it wasn't from Uruguay, then it was probably not from a specific country and was enjoyed in Uruguay. Sounds reasonable, right? Also, the recipe had no pictures, so I figured, I can just improvise, right? So wrong! Yupadoodles, so I was beating the eggs and heating the water while my mumsys was reading the recipe over and getting confused (she asked me what it said, and the first thing I said was, "Well, you have to heat some oil in a pan..." and she interrupts with, "That's so complicated! Why did you pick such a hard recipe?"), and then there was a part in the recipe that called for the cake decorating thingamajiggy, that thing you use to put icing on the cake, only it had to be star-shaped or something. Originally I wanted to improvise and use a spoon, but mother decided that she wanted to know exactly what churros look like, so I had to go look for a picture. Not only did I discover that churros were indeed star-shaped, I also found that they were Mexican! Ahhh!
The wonderful conclusion is that I e-mailed my teacher for an extension and my mumsys took the beat eggs and decided to make fried rice. The end. Now we have an abundance of dark chocolate lying around. Gotta get rid of that.
posted by Faith on 11:11 PM
What if the shoe fits, but it's completely worn out, covered in mud and dirt, filled with pebbles and sand, and stuck with a bent heel? Do you still wear it? Or is finding a shoe that fits only the first part of your challenge?
Okay, as dumb as that seems, that was not completely random. I was contemplating life, and all the little things people say about life, and one of them was: "If the shoe fits, wear it!" Hence the question. It's the question that drives us. Okay, well, not that particular question, obviously...well, not exactly, anyways. But maybe life really is a fork in the road, and finding the right path is only the first problem. For all you know, you could be wussy and make a U-turn, ending up at square one all over again, then go to the other path, only to discover you were on the right path the first time. Isn't that just great?
Today was boring as hell. As always. Can't I have an interesting life please? But I got an 86% on the chem test that I thought I failed! Of course, knowing that, had I stuck with my gut instinct in the multiple choice, I could've gotten a 94%, kinda made me a bit upset. But whatever.
It just takes some time...little girl you're in the middle of the ride...everything everything will just fine...everything everything will be alright, alright...
Maybe I shouldn't necessarily take advice from Jimmy Eat World. I need to search for songs for tomorrow's Spanish presentation, I'm screwed! Gahhhhhhhhh! But I found this interesting sounding song by Los Delfines called El Baile del Pimpollo, and I was looking up what pimpollo means but every online translator just translated it back into pimpollo. I found a website and discovered that a pimpollo is a type of duck. Basically, the song is The Dance of the Duck. How fun.
I just finished reading Running in Heels today and I must say that I didn't like the ending at all. I don't like how Andy kept crawling back to her and how everything ended up working perfectly for her in the end. Sure, she deserved it, after everything she'd been though, but there was never a final closing with Tony, and she accepted Andy way to quickly, and then just dumping in the discovery of Frannie's crush on Andy to complicate matters and then having everything okay between Babs and Nat while Simon was around...that was a horrible ending! Sure, some stuff was inevitable, like the whole situation with Babs and Andy, but they weren't really fixed properly. Never mind. I'm sure no one else read that book anyways.
Find my dishes a home? Dishes don't have homes! Do you see dishes buying realty or paying rent or anything? Nooo. Do you see dishes burrowing holes or building nests in trees? Nooo. Dishes just sit. They have no homes. The dumpster could be their home, if someone else decided that. And then they'd die in their own home! Geez!
posted by Faith on 5:21 PM
Monday, April 15, 2002
Career's night. Today. Wasn't that just a blast?
Wait, no, actually, it was. Not the actual career night, God no, that was boring as hell. But it was so great before, a bunch of us went to Swiss Chalet for dinner (9 altogether including me) and it was so funny because, first of all, never order fries from Swiss Chalet, as Ana described them, it's like taking the stuffing out of a turkey and plopping them on a plate. They were disgusting! Except that the guys loved them (like, skeriously, I've come to the conclusion that guys will eat anything...Victor finished his dinner and was still hungry, so he ate the butter) for some weird reason. Silly Aparna, buy nothing but fries. =^) But yeah, we were bored and we told the waitress that it was Azeezah's birthday (her birthday's actually in July), and since she and I were splitting that E.T. special with the brownie for dessert, they put a candle on the brownie and sang happy birthday to her, and we couldn't stop laughing, omg! It was hilarious! And the waitress was totally into it, and she was like overwhelmed with happiness or something! And then Kathy, Alyssa, Jeff and Al were at the next table and they were so confused because they didn't know what the hell was going on but they all knew it wasn't her birthday. lol It was so great! Oh yeah, Graham is a girl. =^) According to him, someone threw a fry at his hair, and he found this black shit thing in his hair, and we all decided that it was dirt and that he just sucked at keeping his hair clean, but he insisted that he always had clean hair and started picking at his hair for more shit and was convinced someone was throwing fries at him! And then when Kathy said he was a girl, he huffed back that he wasn't, but his voice went really high-pitched and he crossed his arms and pouted, it was pretty funny.
Omg I suck I blew my cover and everything! See, I was positive I was over Sporky...totally wrong, he was so goddamn adorable! His dad was at the careers thing and it was so cute, he was trying to kiss Sporky and Sporky was just turning his head away and looking embarressed as hell! =^) But whatever, then my sister came over and I tried to tell her who he was by telling her the colour of his shirt, but she got confused so I had to repeat it like 3 times and then Aliya and Aparna informed me that I was as indiscreet as possible and now surely everybody knew. Dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit! Skeriously, I wanted to skewer myself right there. Or disappear or dissolve or something. Think J, think J, think J...no one knows who J is except Ames, but she won't tell, right? Hehe...yes, J, he's cute...my dad found out I like someone from curling and he was trying to figure out who...think J think J think J...ooooooooh!
I know it doesn't sound too cool...but maybe I'm in love with you...
Okay I need to die my family is eating all the sparkling Jello there will be none left for me wahhhhh!
posted by Faith on 11:10 PM
Sunday, April 14, 2002
Bleah I'm at Ames' house again today, falala. I was supposed to be researching for Uruguay, but now I have all my research and all I have to do is find a recipe or something...AHHHH! Anyways whatever.
So. I taught Ames how to live in the Faith lifestyle! She slept over yesterday, and we ate sparkling Jello (whee!) and fiddled on the computer and bugged my sister. This morning, we woke up, made scrambled eggs for breakfast, made more Jello so I could eat some tonight, and played DDR. Then I taught her how to play OLP - Superman's Dead on the guitar (whoohoo, I love that song and it's so fun), and I crimped her hair! Now isn't that the life? =^) Although I don't know how she's coping with the new pouffiness of her hair, but really, it looks nice! I'm skerious!
If you want to...I can be dirty too...I can spin you around...pick you up and go down...if you want to...I can be just like you...and do the dirty things you do...
Should I give up on Sporky? I don't know...I know this one guy from curling who's really cute (lol)...like, I mean, really cute. Not like Sporky, actually really different, like the other end of the spectrum (what spectrum?), but yupadoodles, maybe I should learn that whole "eye contact" concept.
My life is boring as hell. Why? Even my blog is boring. Maybe I should be an airbrusher. I can spend my life airbrushing pictures from celebrity photo shoots and get rid of those little wrinkles and blemishes. Yeah! That's a great idea! Why didn't I think of that before? Whatever.
posted by Faith on 5:09 PM
Saturday, April 13, 2002
Flaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Bleah bleah. Today during the fashion show, they decided to make it spectacular spectacular (whoo) and they gave us these red ribbon thingamabobbers to put on however we want on our arm (it's supposed to give us "attitude" so we can be all "badass" because we're in hip hop) and I was going to tie it around my hand and wrist but everyone had them on their biceps so I thought I'd do that too, and I got Hannah to tie it for me, but she tied it really really loose, so during the chorus of my dance, when I had to bend over (and apparently look like a stripper), the ribbon fell down, and I ended up grabbing it in my fist and having a fist for the rest of my dance, although somehow my mom didn't even notice (yupadoodles, she showed up despite the fact that I really really really didn't want her to...and she brought my dad also...bleah) and I just noticed that this sentence is getting really really long and I was purposely ignoring Ames earlier when she mentioned it because she's sitting right next to me but at this rate, if anybody tried to read this out loud, they'd be out of breath (or they could attempt breathing through their ears!).
So blah. But it was great! Now Ames is making me type badly because she's being distracting! Wahhhh! I don't like this...
Everybody in the house, say it...Let's get dirty...Say let's get dirty...let's get dirty...
Yeah, I've been listening to that song since ever because that's what I've been dancing to, so I'm going to probably have it stuck in my head for the rest of my life.
Your face.
I'm being totally random, we had our curling closing thingy, and ahahaha I won my first game by like 12-0! And my sister lost her game by 18-0! lol But then I lost the second game, poo poo. And everyone else went to Playdium but I had to go to The Curb (that's the fashion show), and I just noticed that the word "Playdium" looks a lot like "Platypus"...no wait it doesn't...well sort of...
And if I had to give you more...it's only been a year...now I've got my foot through the door...and I ain't goin' nowhere...it took a while to get me here...and I'm gonna take my time...don't fight that good shit in your ear...now let me blow ya mind...
Now Ames is getting impatient, mwahahaha! I think I'll leave her hanging for the rest of her life!
posted by Faith on 11:18 PM
Friday, April 12, 2002
Oh God oh God oh God! I totally screwed up my dance for the fashion show, you do not understand! Oh well, there's always tomorrow.
Yupadoodles, so today was a waste of my life, although I did stuff in art class (yeah, after, like, how long?) and shit. Ooh my mumsys is soooo sneaky! She told me she wouldn't buy a ticket to show and she wouldn't come to see the thing, but she decided to come early and she snuck into the auditorium just in time for my dance! Argh! What's the point? And then she made this complaint about Andrew not greeting her when he saw her and just looking angrily or whatever. Psh. I don't think she understands the whole ex concept.
lol Aparna and her trashy whorey outfit! I think she just projects and image that screams ho! j/k...well I don't know about everyone else but she doesn't to me. =^) lol And Ana's makeup...ahahaha...black black black black black. =^P Oh that was so stressful I don't know how anybody could do this! Although the swing dance was amazing! April and Stephano are so cute together, it's unbelievable!
What's love?...It should be about us...it should be about trust, babe...
Aha Spanish class Darnel and Al tried to make us dance...Hafeez and Edith! Classic! Although Sherry and Al were pretty funny too...aha I got out of it (I don't dance), but whatever. Hafeez has too many cousins in our class! It can't be good. But that must have been like the best Spanish class I've ever had, really.
Bleah so so so it was raining! Ahhh! I'm just going on...I figured out that all I do is complain, complain, it can't be good...here's another rant! I just found out today that Sporky probably likes this other girl...need another name...F-...no that's too obvious, um...let's call her Flubberfish. Gah! Well, I kinda suspected that Flubberfish liked Sporky, and it's crossed my mind that maybe he liked her too, and I can't believe I'm calling her Flubberfish, but ah, I'll never get a decent boyfriend! Spacheloretteland, here I come!
posted by Faith on 10:21 PM
Thursday, April 11, 2002
Thought I'd skip out on Angel today. I always fall asleep watching it when it's Thursday.
So, wanna know why I didn't write yesterday? Here's a funny story: I was supposed to be working on my Careers project with Azeezah, because it was due today, and actually I was supposed to print something out the day before, but I discovered that my printer wasn't working (as always) so I thought I'd wait until yesterday. I walk in, and my sister was all, "I hope you don't need the computer, I just blew it up!" Now, I honestly have no clue what exactly happened, and I was just kinda processing the information when she was explaining something about poking at these two blue electrical sparks or something like that. Anyways, the only thing I really caught afterwards was, "If you go into the computer room, it smells like burning!" Great. So anyways, Azeezah calls me, and she's all, "What's going on?" and I'm all, "my computer blew up apparently" and she's all, "What are the requirements for the project?" and I'm all "I dunno" and she's all "Call someone" and I'm all "Okay" and I do. I call like every person on the planet. =^( Meanwhile, every time I called somebody, there was always an incoming call at the same time, just when I was asking for the person, ie "Hi, may I speak to so-and-so?" and the mother would be all, "Okay, one moment please" and then beep beep! and then the person would be like, "Hi!" and I'm all, "Hold on a sec, I've got call waiting". Geez! This went on for practically every single phone call! And on top of that, no one knew what the requirements were for the project until I finally called Aparna (duh why didn't I call her earlier?), and then I had to call Ames because I needed a website that was on my inaccessible computer! Then Azeezah called while I was talking to Ames to ask about shit, and it turns out that we already knew the requirements and that Ames didn't remember the site! And then I couldn't do anything because, well, lack of computer. That was great. On top of all that, for some reason she was convinced that I have a journalist cousin in university (psh, yeah right) and then she got pissed off that I "lied" to her. Bleah bleah bleah.
Say you will...say you won't...say you'll do what I don't...say you're true...say to me...c'est la vie...
I hate Aliya she knows my Sporky secret and she's giving it away! Ahhhhhh! (j/k, Aliya, you know I love you...only it doesn't matter because you're probably not reading this ahahahaha)
Ack Fashion show is tomorrow! My mumsys wants me to come home after school, except for the part where I have a rehearsal until 5:30, and then it takes an hour to get home, which means I'd be home at a little after 6:30, and then the show starts at 7:30. Great plan. Of course, try explaining this to my dear mother.
lol Sarah had this brilliant idea to decorate Pavle's locker with elaborate decorations or whatever (she was thinking flowers and hearts...ooh, is there something she's not telling me?) for his birthday, since it's coming up, apparently. Anyways, while we were discussing this, Sporky happened to be there, and Aliya came over, stood right between us, and said, really loudly, "Hey, am I blocking your view?" Ugh, I could kill that girl!
Tomorrow I have a chem test. I'm gonna fail I'm gonna fail I'm gonna fail. Duh! I'm not studying! =^P
posted by Faith on 9:42 PM
Tuesday, April 09, 2002
Okay I wrote something here earlier but I'm changing it because my day has taken a weird turn of events.
Rule number one: Always keep my big mouth shut. Rule number two: Just keep it shut altogether. Rule number three: Learn how to eat through my nose. Rule number four: Learn how to breathe through my ears while I'm eating through my nose. Rule number five: Just forget it and die, there's no way I'm gonna breathe with food plugging up my nose.
I'm not going to go into details about all these wonderful rules but the important thing is that the world can see I am nothing but a permanent screw-up. God I want a cat.
Anyways, yupadoodles, I've decided, like really decided, that Sporky probably doesn't like me. Why? No random reason. I just did. Because there's nothing to like. I'm a fatass. I should lose weight. I think I'll stop eating for a while. That'll be fun. Except that I love Jell-O. J-E-L-L-O! Wheee!
So whatever, I don't know how, but today I just found this huge pile of ICQ messages from: drumroll please...ANDREW! Whoopedeedoodah! It just went on this huge rampant rage thingy, like one of those time bomb thingys that sit there and gather up steam and then blow up at you when you least expect it. Hmph. Didn't they decide on 9/11 that bombs were bad? Well, anyways, what really really pissed me off were not the words themselves, because I actually had a feeling that, if he wasn't over me by now (dammit) that was probably what he was thinking, but I was really upset because he keeps trying to be nice to me when he talks to me face to face and then blows up on ICQ. Obviously, one of these multiple personalities is a lying scumbag, and God knows what the other one is. Can't I please please pleeeeeeeeease just move on? Why is this so messy? If I knew the aftermath of the whole relationship was going to be this horrible, I wouldn't even have bothered.
Omg. I just figured it out. I must always remember to listen to Maria, because she's smart! If she says something is bad, it is. God, why am I such a mental airhead? Grrr...
White girls cannot be Destiny's Child. Especially if they keep their hair blonde. It doesn't work.
Okay, now I'm really done. Bleah bleah bleah.
Let's get it crunk...
posted by Faith on 3:09 PM
Monday, April 08, 2002
omgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomg!!!!!!!!!! OH MY GOD!!!!! Sporky doesn't like Pickles after all!
Okay, so here's the story: a mutual friend of Pickles, Sporky, and I decided to go ask Sporky who he liked. He admitted to liking someone (drat, probably not me), and she tried to figure out who. Of course, she was sent to this task by Pickles and therefore only attempted to get information for Pickles. Apparently, he eventually figured out what she was doing and told her that Pickles was, indeed, not his crush, and she decided not to pursue the conversation any further. Drat.
I've got a crush on you...I hope you feel the way that I do...I get a rush when I'm with you...ooh I've got a crush on you...
So yupadoodles I lost my copy of Catcher in the Rye and I just realized that I was supposed to be reading it now, so geez, wasn't that smart? I think I lent it to somebody but I honestly can't remember who...that's never good... =^( But my dad took me to Chapters so I got a new ugly copy! Whoohoo! Ugliness! Okay I have issues...
I learned my entire hip hop routine today! Isn't everybody excited? Wheeeee! Except that I don't actually remember a lot of it...well I do but not all of it...
If there's a way that you could be everything you want to be...would you complain that it came too easy?
So yeah now that Sporky's free, I'm totally staring at him...oh God I really really wish that I could find out sooner if he noticed me at all. If I knew for sure that he didn't like me, I could definitely get over him, I mean he's totally eye candy. But just sitting there thinking that there's a possibility that he might like me is totally killing me, but I don't want to just ask him because what if the reason he doesn't like Pickles is because she's too upfront? Hmph. Now what? Yeah, I think in terms of just staring and eye candy and stuff, I'm way more obsessed, but with personality and stuff, then not so much since I don't know him that well, or at all, well a little, but whatever and now I'm babbling.
Burgers suck my butt! Lalala! Ames is telling me about how yummy burgers are or how they're making me hungry. Burgers make me wanna puke. Ew ew ew. If I actually had a gag reflex, I probably would. Bleah.
How can anybody like Thelma and Louise? That's like one of the most pointless movies ever created, and it was a waste of a shirtless Brad Pitt, really. Horrible horrible movie. I have a feeling I'm going to get in trouble for saying that. Hmph. Whatever. C-ya!
P.S. Ames my blog is doing that funny thing again, help!
posted by Faith on 6:34 PM
I didn't mention this before but I just remembered...yesterday I was watching Fear (you know, that Mark Wahlberg movie where he's topless three times) and you know what I realized? The whole stalker thing kinda turns me on...like, not the part where he attacked her family and tried to kill her father and did kill her best friend and stuff like that, but I dunno, stuff like showing up at her school to surprise her, showing up at her house, following her into the bathroom to talk to her...yeah, it's creepy, but it's also kinda...I dunno...meow! =^) Yes, I am very very weird. But, I mean, really, if I were Nicole in that movie, when he showed up in the bathroom, I would have just grabbed him and kissed him and everything would be all better. Of course I'd probably freak when I realized that he had carved my name into his chest, but details, details. Also on that topic I love beautiful eyes. For example, Sporky has gorgeous eyes. Josh Hartnett has the cutest puppy dog eyes ever. I remember in F2 when I refused to lend Guy and Mike anything because they always lost everything, and they'd just look at me and they were so good at making these adorable puppy dog eyes (don't get the wrong impression, because neither of these people are Sporky...not that there's anything wrong with them, I mean, they're okay...you know what? I'm going to shut up now) and then I'd end up lending them stuff anyways because how do you resist puppy dog eyes? Okay I'm done.
posted by Faith on 12:17 AM
Sunday, April 07, 2002
I have decided that from now on, I will refer to ***** as Sporky, and to ##### as Pickles. Damn I sure hope they never read this because otherwise they won't be too happy. These names have nothing to do with their real names, however (ie the guy's name isn't Sparky), so bleah.
Anyways, today I went curling (duh, it's Sunday). Only I was against my *cough* wonderful *cough* cousins, Kris and Ames. And Kris was actually vice today, although she really knows how to get in the way and not much else (and I just realized that if she reads this she's going to kill me a thousand times over, but that's okay because this is my blog and too bad).
Okay, I wrote this blog earlier but it was on my ugly stupid computer, and unfortunately it didn't work, and I remember that in that last paragraph I was supposed to say something about shishkebob, but I forgot what it was, but speaking of shishkebob, when I was in Washington, Ana, Becca, and Jaki were off boy-hunting in skanky halter tops walking up and down the streets and counting how many cat calls they'd get (good boost of self-esteem). Sherry said they were like shishkebobs, laying themselves out on a stick in front of a fire (and, to quote, "spank spank"). lol
Underneath your clothes...There's an endless story...There's the man I chose...There's my territory...And all the things I deserve...For being such a good girl, honey...
Anyhow, bleah bleah, I picked my mumsys from the airport today! Yay! And my dad decided to have another discussion about the whole credit card incident in Washington (from now on I must remember never to be nice and lend stuff to other people), and somehow in some strange twisted manner the conversation went on to my future, and I have absolutely no talents except for promoting random useless things (btw, Darren Hayes Spin is out in stores now! Get it! It is the #15 album in Canada, and the single Insatiable is #2 on MuchMoreMusic!) (Angel resumes on April 15 on the WB with Forgiving, don't miss it!) (keep watching Buffy as the plot thickens with a mystery Scooby death although not so mysterious because I know who dies but whatever) (boycott Nike and child labour, stick with Adidas!) (maybe she's born with it, maybe it's Maybelline! Maybelline has now come up with wet shine diamonds lip stick, because this season, glitter is in!) (I can feel the joy all around...this generation has found...so shout it out...bap bap bap bap...bap bap bap bap...the joy of Pepsi Cola...for those who think young...). Now what kind of career could I possibly have with that useless interest? Maybe I could be an entertainment journalist...I still can't believe that Justin left Britney! They were so annoyingly perfect for each other, it was actually cute! Awww...that stupid dumbtush. My dad said I should start a gossip column. Psst...did you know that ******* broke up with her boyfriend and now ***** wants to go out with her, and meanwhile ****** likes ****** but **** told her that he likes ******* *****, but then **** broke up with **** who started liking his best friend ******! Ahhhh! No. I don't think my friends would be too pleased about me blabbing all their stories out.
My fashion show is on Friday and Saturday! It's $8, who wants to see it? (hint hint, Ames) Now I'm done, c-ya!
posted by Faith on 11:20 PM
Saturday, April 06, 2002
I've decided that I'm undesirable. Probably because I am butt ugly. I look like my face is my butt. Yes.
So, how did I come to this conclusion? I looked at myself in the mirror.
Alright, I'll elaborate. I honestly honestly honestly plan on getting over *****, but then I thought, why not give ##### some competiton anyways? I mean, competition is always healthy, and it makes one try harder, right? And I don't really want to see ***** end up with ##### simply because he thinks he has no other options. At least if he went out with her by choice I'd be okay, but if I get over him now and then later discover that I could've had him, I'll kick myself! So I tried to figure out what I have that she doesn't. Not a lot. Not nothing, of course, because everybody has to have something, just not a lot. Also I can't figure out what it is I have that she doesn't. But unfortunately, ***** is one of the hardest people to read; it is practically impossible to guess what he is thinking (although I've come to the conclusion that he eats chili from Wendy's and that he's indifferent about the 9/11 event and that he doesn't care much for the American anthem).
I saw Kissing Jessica Stein today, and it is soooo funny! I think everyone should go out and see it! Although afterwards, I started wondering: if one day I realized that I was gay (you know, a la Willow), what would my parents think? Would I need to react like Jess and pretend that my girlfriend was my best friend, or would it be okay for me to pop out and say, "Hey mom and dad! This is my girlfriend! We do naughty stuff together because it's funner to be with a girl than a guy since guys don't understand my pain! And also guys are weird!" Whoa that whole quote thingy was totally random. But you get the picture. I asked my dad, who seemed to panic, so I guess that means it's undercover lesbianism for me if I ever end up that way. I doubt I will, though, because I wouldn't be so into Seth or Ben or ***** if I was. Then again, I did go out with Andrew, and you know how he is... =^) j/k Oh geez, what if I marry a guy whose last name is Lee? I won't be able to name my daughter Jubilee! How would someone like to be called Jubilee Lee? That's wrong! Although Grace told me that I should name her Jubilation Lee, in that situation, since that was the name used in X-Men and Jubilee was only an abbreviation, but c'mon! What kind of a name is Jubilation? I can't name my daughter with a word that ends with -tion! That's not a name! Last names can be so frustrating. Although Grace told me about this girl whose last name was Large and who wanted to hypenate her name when she got married, so it's a good thing she broke up with her boyfriend, since his last name was Dick ("Hello, I'm Mrs. Large-Dick, how may I help you?")
I think I'm going to need reading glasses. I can't read words. They're all fuzzy and evil. Damn. I better do more of those vision therapy exercises, maybe they'll help. And anyways, Sasha will kill me if I don't, plus it'll help with my bio mark, so yay!
Ooh, I finally bought The Fellowship of the Ring (since I got the other two books from the LotR trilogy), and I got Running in Heels (perfect evidence that it is indeed published)! So yupadoodles. Oksky doksky I'm done. C-ya!
posted by Faith on 7:58 PM
Friday, April 05, 2002
Hey! I just got back from Washington and I haven't posted all week, so obviously this is going to be pretty long. Unless I'm so tired that I actually don't bother talking about it at all and you can all guess what happened.
Okay, so my secret's out, I like ****/*****/******. Yes, it's starred out. For all those who don't know who I like, it's a guy, he's very hot, and his first name has either four, five, or six letters. Also, I have the same crush as #####, and that name I'm not giving out either because she doesn't mind telling people who she likes, so if everybody knows who she likes they can figure out who I like and that's no good. But anyways, yupadoodles, it's nice to have someone to talk to when I'm staring dreamily at my crush, but I think she can have him (although obviously it is ultimately his choice that decides who gets to be with him).
I can invaginate my hat.
Anyways, lol there were these gay guys in the room across from mine when you look out the balcony...okay, fine fine, I didn't actually see them, but apparently there are. But what I did see was some guy with the curtains open and the lights on in his room, and he was naked and bouncing up and down on the bed so that it looked very very wrong. lol and then these guys from a different room started staring at us from there room, and then we started staring at each other, and then the people in my room all ran away from the window screaming. God, we're immature, but it's so fun!
Btw, I was in room 706 at the Embassy Square Hotel with Johanna, Jenn, and Hayley. Anyone who cares probably already knows that, and anybody who doesn't wouldn't need that information anyways, but whatever. Anyways, here's a thought: doesn't it bother anybody to shower when there are people right outside the bathroom? Like when I shower at home, I shower in the bathroom in my parents' bedroom when there is nobody in it (the bedroom, that is...although there aren't people in the bathroom either...argh whatever), so I feel uncomfortable thinking that someone can hear me shower. So let's bear that in mind as I go on. We had a huge Twister party in my room, and for some weird reason Andrew shows up in a bathrobe (wtf?) and he just kinda sits there slumped over, and I totally ignore him because, like, yeah, whatever. After a while the party started to seem like a drag (to me, anyways [I mean, you can only play Twister for so long]) and I had been walking around all day and really wanted to shower, but obviously I couldn't because everyone was in my room. Bleah. So yeah, eventually some people left as well as all my roommates, but just before Hayley left, she told everybody that they could stay as long as they want since I wasn't going anywhere. Since I'm too nice, I didn't want to tell everybody otherwise. Finally everybody left except for Jimmy and - oh God - Andrew. They just sat there and watched TV! And meanwhile, Johanna had lost the remote control, so they had to change channels manually, and you'd think that would be enough motivation to make them go away, but it wasn't! It was horrible! So I sat on my bed listening to Crush on repeat while reading The Trials of Tiffany Trott when Andrew decided to pop in and talk to me! Ooh goody, wasn't my day complete. It wasn't until Johanna got back and helped me kick him out that he left, and I ended up taking my wonderful shower at 1:30 am. Whoohoo.
Ooh, a lesson. If anybody ever has to go to a nice dinner or something, remember to BRING GOOD CLOTHES. I forgot. I ended up wearing my blue top from Limite and my Calvin Klein khakis, but I made up for the casualness with blue eyeshadow, purple lipstick, and Hayley's necklace (plus my hair wasn't completely indecent). I think I pissed off Aliya because I kept asking her what I should wear.
Also, other lesson: buy stuff. I ended up buying one measly shirt when I was there, and it wasn't even Abercrombie & Fitch or Wet Seal or American Eagle Outfitters, I'm so dumb. I'm totally dragging my parents to Georgetown Park (the mall) if we go to Washington again, it's huge! Nora bought this stunning black dress though although my dad is currently extremely pissed off at me because I helped her get it by lending her my credit card (that's all they would take, but it is practically impossible to imagine how good it looked on her). But whatever.
I can't cover the entire week in this one blog so anyone who wants to know more details needs to talk to me personally on their own time, although if anybody wants to go to the Holocaust Museum, it's a great experience but seriously, don't get so overhyped about it. The people who saw it before I did were going on and on and on about how amazing it was and how they were so emotionally moved, and I must admit, it was pretty amazing and disturbing and what not, but not quite what I expected considering all the stuff I had heard about it. Although, then again, I was expecting there to be some sort of prision and some tour of the living arrangements they had in concentration camps, and it was definitely not that extreme.
I need a new crush. I know for a fact that ##### really really really likes ***** (I'm just using five stars because it's convenient, but that doesn't mean anything), and as Aparna said, he's just eye candy to me (but very very good eye candy), so I am totally letting her go after him without grudges or whatever, but I feel bad being the competition (huh, not much for competition). Dammit I need to get a new crush. Or just get over it and get a cat. Plus I have to train myself to stop staring so blatantly at him because I think he's noticing.
lol Janice was the first person ever to fall for any of my lies! I told her that Conneticut and Pennsylvania were the same state, and she believed me! Ahahahaha! I'm so proud of myself. Yay!
posted by Faith on 11:42 PM
