:: A Day in the Life ::This is basically a collection of whatever I feel like writing. It'll probably be a lot of journal-type entries, but there might be other exciting things; like lists. I would also like to apologize in advance to my friends for this page because you all drive me a little crazy and I might decide to talk about you here. I'm sorry for that, but remember that a true friend stabs you in the FRONT...and in the end, I'll probably still love you. Probably.
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:: Wednesday, April 03, 2002 ::
Today my friend Keith's away message says that he's "kind of pissed right now." That's no good! It's almost his 19th birthday...he should not waste his time being pissed, he should spend his time arranging a trip to Canada.:: Tuesday, April 02, 2002 ::
Boys are so silly. Take, for instance, what happened to me tonight at the rec center. I was at the front desk talking to my friend CJ. He was working with this other guy, whom I will just call "guy" because I have forgotten his name. Anyway, "guy" says "Hey, look at you! Whew!" and I say "Yeah, look at me..." then he says "That should be illegal" (referring to the way I looked)...and I say "Yeah, haha," and started to feel uncomfortable and started squirming. Then, he turns to CJ and says "What she doesn't know is that I'm not kidding..."
Okay; I posted all of this stuff last night after the concert...my ears were still ringing from the thousands of girls screaming and I was super tired...but I didn't get the chance to explain how completely awesome it was. I saw NSYNC at Comerica Park this summer.... I had amazing seats (they could have spit on me) and that tour had more special effects....but this was definitely a good and memorable experience. In fact, I think that I am going to add their link to my page. Yes, that sounds good. That will show how dedicated I am. I was also asked by the Kettering newspaper to write a review of the concert for the next issue....as if they had to ask....
First day of school. I didn't have class until 11:15. How great is that? I woke up at 6:45....the sun was shining on my face and the birds were singing in the courtyard. I just stayed in my bed until 7:45, which is when my alarm was set for. I wanted to get a jump start on my day by going to the Rec Center. I only did a little bit of exercising...but I am planning on working my way to a flat stomach and thin thighs.:: Saturday, March 30, 2002 ::
Ahem. Today I moved back into my dorm. Well, not all the way in, but in nonetheless. Just the big stuff: carpet, fridge, tv, etc. First, I was so excited because my door is fixed, and I can now chill with my suitemate. I like my suitemate, her name is Kait....huh...sounds like a poem. The thing I realize next is that there are pop cans in my closet. (Actually that is a lie, I walked in to notice the cans first, then I went to see if the sliding door was fixed...) I also noticed a book lying face-down on my shelf. I went over to see what it was. It was not left by the previous tenant, that I was sure of. This was left here intentionally for me to see, for me to have and own. What book, you wonder, could tell me all of this? William Shakespeare’s “Taming of the Shrew.” Apparently, I am a shrew. I was informed of this fact last school-term, and this, I guess, was a little reminder. How lovely.:: Thursday, March 28, 2002 ::
Today was a fine day. I woke up in Sarah's basement. I threw on some jeans, brushed my teeth, and stuck in my contacts. I did not brush my hair. Instead, I drove over two hours back to mid-Michigan. We dropped of Sarah's stuff, went to her fake-job for 10 minutes, and then went to Buddy's for some nachos. Delish. Then I bought some tap shoes at a little place called "Bottom's Up." The inside is the size of my dorm room. All that matters is that I finally have the shoes....and my performance for McKinnon is still tentatively scheduled for April 12. Come to the ghetto and watch me tap dance. I promise you'll leave with a smile on your face. (and for all of you who say you can't read this font...that says TAP DANCE, not LAP DANCE).
So, I went to St. Joseph yesterday to surprise Meghan Leigh at the variety show. I bought her some flowers; they were tulips and were orange and yellow. She was definitely the best singing act in the talent show; hands down. And she looked gorgeous. This girl will be a model when she grows up. I cannot believe that she is going to be in high school...I used to babysit this girl. I feel ancient. She has no big sister, and I have no sister at all...I think that she needs a little guidance from a "big sister" type, so I want to take her away for a weekend and do things that big sisters do. I don't know if I'll be able to do that now that I am going to school......but I suppose this summer would give me ample opportunity. I wonder if her parents would be okay with me stealing her...
NOTHING GOT POSTED WHEN IT WAS SUPPOSED TO. BLOGGER MAKES ME MAD.:: Wednesday, March 27, 2002 ::
Blogger stinks. It makes me mad.
I am taking a mini-road trip today. I am leaving town around 2, heading to southwest Michigan. Sarah is going to go with me to take some stuff back home. Maybe she'll drive my car for me. Oh, I forgot that she has homework and has to bring her laptop....damn MSU classes. It's only a trip for the night...we're coming back tomorrow morning. Ah, it will be worth it.
Blogger sucks at 1 a.m. I was editing my last post, adding to the KC Ray List of Happiness, and it never went through...grrrr. So now it is a little bit better because I fixed it.
There's no doubt about it. The votes are in. Verdict? I love KC Ray. He is, like, my favorite boy ever. I want him to be happy on this Wednesday, so this list is dedicated to him.:: Tuesday, March 26, 2002 ::
I have no motivation to pack for school. I want to leave my house so badly, but packing and cleaning are almost the same thing. Whenever I feel like cleaning, I lie down until the feeling passes...(I have this wall-decoration-thing that says that...) So, whenever I feel like packing, I also lie down until the feeling passes...
back to school, back to school.....you know the rest.:: Sunday, March 24, 2002 ::
I saw E.T. tonight with Fatsarah. I feel uncomfortable calling her Fatsarah because she is sooooo not fat, so from now on, I will call her Ms. Crabtree. It was a good show. I haven't had much human contact for the past week with those of my own age, so I think that I talked a mile a minute and never let her get a word in. It was all about Lindsey. I feel bad because I am always aware of my actions after the fact. Ms. Crabtree is the bomb-diggity. I think I may have been using that adjective too much as of late, but I like the way it rolls off my tongue. It doesn't look as cool written, but try saying it outloud. Go on, try it. It makes me feel like a Catholic schoolgirl-wannabe thug.:: Friday, March 22, 2002 ::
College parties are way more fun than high school parties. I went to a party tonight, and besides the music, it was the bomb-diggity. Something kept going on with the music, there would only be like 30 seconds of song playing and it would switch...got very annoying....:: Thursday, March 21, 2002 ::
All you folks who come from Smalltown, USA....here's a little note to make you happy. Fowler High School just won their semi-final basketball game! They are now in the finals, ready to play Saturday morning. Let me tell you a little bit about Fowler. Fowler is a small farm community. These farms produce many different things, but one thing that they are known for is their athletes. They grow them there. I've seen them in the fields.
I feel like a computer genius! I taught myself how to add links to my page! And, they are fully-functional! Please visit KC Ray, Fatsarah, and Sarah.:: Tuesday, March 19, 2002 ::
How high does sausage rank on your list as must-haves? I just saw the funniest commercial. It was for Jimmy Dean Sausage. There was a mom, a child, and the Jimmy Dean Guy. The mom says something like "Wouldn't it be great if kids were always ready on time? And if you could have delicious sausage cooked in under one minute?" Then the Jimmy Dean Guy says something about the new flavors of microwavable sausage.
The "things that make me happy" list looked sad. It will not be making an appearance.:: Wednesday, March 13, 2002 ::
Look forward to an upcoming list: Things that make me happy.:: Sunday, March 10, 2002 ::
Crazy things happen when you visit the town you grew up in. Example: I left this place when I was in sixth grade, keeping contact with about 3-5 people. One of the people that I did NOT keep in touch with started talking to me online at the beginning of this year. He goes to school in the U.P. Then, he sent me a Christmas gift. It was very unexpected. I mean, I haven't seen him since I was 12 or something. Then, Sarah and I went to this place for dinner on Wednesday called Old Mill Run, which is way in the middle of nowhere. And who should I see there? Mr. U.P. How crazy.
I have been out of town for a few days. My spring break lasted two full days. I left for St. Joseph last Tuesday night. It was slippery and I almost went off the road in Olivet. I had to stop at a rest area to put eye drops in my eyes. There was night construction in Battle Creek. I was dying of thirst and stopped in Coloma for a Coke, but wanted a Pepsi. (Coloma is where Fatsarah is from!) For all of the obsticles I faced, I actually made excellent time in this trip, it only took me 2 hours. Wednesday morning, I threw my back out doing absolutely nothing. I was walking from the bathroom to the bedroom. But, Sarah and I had big plans on Wednesday, so I sucked it up and took some drugs. Drugs didn't work, but I made the best of it. We visited our 4th grade teacher. We were supposed to talk to the class or something. So, we made a Powerpoint presentation. We dug out pictures of us as young kids and put them into the presentation. We also decided that 4th grade kids probably like candy, so we bought some for them. Then we ate the leftovers. It was fun. Kids are small.:: Sunday, March 03, 2002 ::
Speaking of the Devil:: Friday, March 01, 2002 ::
Today’s post is in honor of my good friend, Michael. It is his birthday. Well, sort of. He was actually born on February 29th, so he really has no birthday this year. He is the only 4 ˝ year old I know that is 6’3”. Michael is a great guy and one of the smartest people I know. One of my best guy friends. I like him because I can be a nerd when I talk to him. Our frequent topics of conversation include Billy Joel, basketball, my school, George Dubya, Crocodile Hunter, and other fun stuff. He owes me a pair of Rocket Club sweatpants. He is the coolest. Happy Birthday Michael!