Music Illusion Soulstice
Mood sick/irked
Word of the day headache
Quote of the Day null
"You'll never grow as an artist if you can't take constructive criticism." Shut. Up.
It took me long enough to be able to get a paper back in English and not cry for the teacher correcting my typo. Now, now, something much more person to me than a research paper about bats.
Writing. And something I'm probably the most proud of to date with my non-poetry. And someone has the nerve to nitpick and change words that don't need to be changed because they change the entire feeling of the sentence! "Off" and "over" the back of a chair are two different things yes?
And why oh why did I open my big mouth and whine about not having a beta. I was doing fine on my own. The children could rot in the grammar mistakes. Really.
Perhaps I was hoping for someone that could use proper spelling. Not two people that use net-speak out of free will. Really now. I'm supposed to trust your beta-ing skills when you can't even use the proper spelling of practically anything and subject my pride and joy for you to tear to shreds and deflate my writer's ego while my Muse goes and cries quietly in the corner?
Argh. I'm nice. Too nice.
And it's not her fault. Really. I just have a particular idea in my mind of what my story is and how it will be written, etc. And can't take criticism very well when it comes to the little things. Of course, it might help when the little things are changed to my liking that I might not be so bitter and angsty.
I hate plebeians. Yes, ha ha little white middle class girl. Shut. Up.
Next time Random militant spankings.
entry 72 August 25, 2002 2:44 p.m.
Music Illusion Soulstice
Mood calm
Word of the day school
Quote of the Day "I don't want to feel your boobie!"
Saw My Big Fat Greek Wedding yesterday. Am much in love with it. It was adorable. I plan to have my own Big, Fat Scottish Wedding of course.
As with such, my father wants a statue of Athena (if you've seen the movie, and know my family's current pen chant for decorating, you will understand). At least it's good to know that this obsessive little hobby with mythology would come in handy some day.
My sister is being a butt-munch. Of course, there's never really a time she isn't, except at certain angle it's more clear than others.
In random news, my hair smells like hemp.
In other random news, I state school tomorrow. And I know the schedule of my classes without even receiving my official schedule yet. No I did not hack into the counselor's files, but you can believe that if you want.
It's as follows, in case any one of my friends are reading this:
First Period - U.S. History AP - Collasunno (or however you spell her name)
Second Period - English Lit. H - Smith or some other teacher
Third Period - Advanced Studies: English - Mrs. Rose!
Fourth Period - Publications II - Mrs. Rose (She gets me for the two longest periods of the day, lucky her).
Fifth Period - Algebra II H - Unknown (I just thank the Gods it's not Mitchell)
Sixth Period - Chemistry II AP - Mrs. Reed!
And, I have a pink back-pack. Beat that you commies.
And yes, I am resigned to my fate. I'm rather happy to be returning actually. Get to see my friends, get to relieve this aching boredom, get to annoy Mrs. Rose....
The only truly annoying things about school are: waking up at 5:00 a.m. five days a week, often no toilet paper in the hardly sanitary school bathrooms, walking home in the desert heat, leaving the cat out in the parking lot in the desert heat, and certain people that are too vast in number to name, and I really don't care enough to name them.
Other than that, it should be pretty sweet.
Next time Random militant spankings.
entry 73 August 26, 2002 6:33 p.m.
Music Tchaikovsky
Mood tired/jumpled
Word of the day school
Quote of the Day "Please sign our petition to get back the Smokers' Pit."
I have to wake up at 4:45 a.m. tomorrow. And the day after that, and the day after that, and the day after that....
Then Chris Gifford had to come along, after I was finally sure I no longer harbored any traces of feelings for him, BAM! Emeril teamed up with Murphy to wreak revenge upon my poor, miserable little life.
And I'm trying out for the fall play and spring musical. But wait, wait, there's more. Guess what the fall play is. Guess dammit. All right, get ready, it's sweet. "The Hobbit". Super-sweet eh?
So, seven periods a day, of which two I spend with Mrs. Rose (the longest periods of the day I might add) as well as two periods with Mrs. Reed. Of which both teachers I shall spend even more time with for yearbook and science olympiad repetitively.
My math class annoys me, but then again, besides the closed campus they decided to put as punishment upon us this year, I would have nothing else to complain about, so here I am.
Am in love with my U.S. History AP and English Literature Honors classes, as well as the aforementioned classes with Mrs. Rose and Mrs. Reed.
Don't like the math class like said, but it shouldn't be too bad once I sit away from the stupid people that don't even belong. Shun, shun them!
And I get to start and end my day with Chris Gifford, starting line-backer of Varsity football. Who has a girlfriend. I think it's a matter of karmic balance that they are dating however. The two most popular people in our grade have to date. It's one of the unwritten laws of the universe. Or one of the Jewish commandments no one ever talks about.
iniqua
invidia however, I loff to death all of my other classes, so I will survive
iniqua invidia I have three books on the first day for chemistry, with a fourth coming for lab
iniqua invidia more than one book for US History AP
iniqua invidia a book and reading list coming at the end of the week in English
iniqua invidia and a quite not large enough backpack
iniqua invidia our campus is closed this year as it was open last year but they closed it because some girls got in a horrible accident in May last year, which killed two of them and injured three others, so all of the country's campuses are closed
iniqua invidia and we have 3100 students which makes lunch very claustrophobic
iniqua invidia so I had to eat outside, spooning my spaghetti-o's out of my thermos and eating my apple slices
iniqua invidia I'm also expected to teach all the publications students how to write well
iniqua invidia when most of them consider "write good" to be the proper usage
iniqua invidia and, oh yes, the return of the Mega-Crush of Mindless Teenage Infatuation
schizo02 LOL
Bwah. What a fun year.
Next time Big, fat spankings.
entry 74 September 8, 2002 4:52 p.m.
Music Soulstice
Mood tired
Word of the day school
Quote of the Day "My nipples can go like- whoo! I feel like I can say hi with them."
Only the second week of school, and close to a panic attack. The following is a summary of a phone conversation between Adam and I yesterday.
Me: Adam! You owe me a favor! I forgot my English book at school and we have that essay due Monday-
Adam: Wednesday.
Me: What?"
Adam: It's due wednesday.
Me: Oh, okay, thank you bu-bye. *Click*.
Oh yes, and there's the peripheral possibility I might go to a private school in New Hampshire for my senior year. Peripheral in any standing however.
So, word association time.
US History AP - Weird lady, fun, butt-load of work.
English Literature Honors- Interesting, butt-load of work, reading list.
Yearbook - Outcast, butt-load of work, authority.
Algebra II Honors - Retards, I, Hate, Math, somewhat butt-load of work.
Chemistry II AP - Butt-load of work, German exchange student, Chris Gifford, quagmires.
And I am tired. Tired, tired tired like waking up at 4:35 five days a week will do, and the weekend cannot hope of replenishing such sleep deprivation.
I'm starting to think my crush on Chris Gifford scarily resembles Sixteen Candles and other teen movies of the 80's and 90's.
Good thing no one reads this save for Kim and Lena. And perhaps Adam since I gave him the address.
Mother's calling.
Next time Big, fat spankings.
entry 75 November 9, 2002 3:10 p.m.
Music Dashboard Confessional
Mood tired
Word of the day dammit
Quote of the Day "I don't want to talk about it."
I have this yellow stuff on my fingers that refuses to come off courtesy of chemistry. Chemistry lab? ...I don't want to talk about it.
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Yearbook? Stupid new editor.
...I don't want to talk about it.
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Almost got tackled three times at the football game last night as I stood at the sidelines and took pictures for yearbook.
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Over Chris Gifford. On to the cute bagger at Vons that happens to be an identical twin. Thank God for nametags or else I'd never be able to tell them apart. How often have I seen him? Not often enough considering I got there so often it's not even funny. ...I don't want to talk about it.
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Just don't ask.
Next time Big, fat spankings.
entry 76 December 10, 2002 5:14 p.m.
Music Tegan & Sara
Mood tired
Word of the day dammit
Quote of the Day "I don't want to talk about it."
I had a boy on his knees in front of me today telling me he isn't perfect and begging me for forgiveness. I didn't even bribe him, I swear.
And last week Mrs. Reed said I was perfect. She also called Chris Gifford cute, which was both the slightest bit disturbing and hilarious.
Adam bought me bread.
Damn this has been fun.
Next time Big, fat spankings.