This is the standard page for webmasters/mistresses to talk about their lives, which always seems sadly lax, considering they are chained to their computers all day with only the monitor illuminating the cold, dark cell where they reside, typing their fingers to the bone, only to realize that they are missing one closing tag and the whole work is forever lost, in which case they get out a gun and...

This page has gotten pretty useless these days. I don't usually talk about myself on this whole site, I'm insecure or something. But that doesn't mean you can't talk about me! If you would, please fill out this form with a little description of me, and as soon as I have enough, I'll put 'em up on a seperate page. (Click "Back" when you get to the next page to get, well, back here.)

Thanks a bunch! So far, the only *real* replies are from Teresa, Caitlin, and Jessie. I have a few surveys up about myself where you can go for real dirt. :) And, if, for some reason, basic facts spit out isn't your thing, sigh... Here's my day, it should tell you plenty.

AND IT'S FINALLY UPDATED! Soon to be useless again, here's my second semester typical day.

I get up at 5:25-5:30 am. Depends on which alarm I listen to, the buzzer or the CD player. According to Crispy, I'm a punk person, but John and Bendel gave me a squinty confused look when I told them that. Anyways, the first song is usually The Ataris. I then shower, and if you want to know what shampoo or soap I use, you're a freak. I mean, if you ask, I'd prolly tell you, but just putting it up here is WRONG! Yeah, so then I get pretty, and listen to DC101. I go downstairs, and eat my bowl of Cocoa Puffs. I tried switching it up with Frosted Mini Wheats, but they're too dry. While I wait for the Puffs to get "moist", I prepare my lunch (a pb&j, peanut butter on both sides to prevent leakage, crackers, with enough with Ian, Crispy and Alvarez in mind, plus Nate sometimes, and a fudge round). I eat my breakfast while watching mind-nubing MTV and VH1, then head out to the bus stop.

Now, I either wait outside if the weather co-operates, or I wait inside my aunt's house which is on the corner. Ha ha, "co-operates". So, I get on the bus, and sit in the farthest seat back, non-driver's side. I get to school, head to my locker, which is nicely decorated with room pics and inside jokes with myself. Sometimes there are surprise goodies in there. The locker next to mine used to have a rotting apple in it. I put in in there way back in September, but sometime in April it was removed! Everyone is saddened by this loss, including myself, Caitlin, Franky, Todd and John. In the random order I thought of. Oh, and Ian.

I then head by the library, greet that crowd. (As in, half-acknoledge their presence.) Go downstairs and camp out in my hallway. Yeah, *my* hallway. It's very score. And I get to see John for the first time each day! But, alas, no other shout outs here! (Go to It's Not All About You to find out why.) But, then the bell rings, I get my hugs :) and head to first period.

Modern World- boring. Though, I do like to take notes, thanks to my Crayolas. Purple for new sections, green for vocab, blue for people, turquoise for groups of people, orange parenthesis for dates, red for miscellaneous. And it's all boys in my corner. Damn boys.

On the way to second period, certain people try to limit John and me to "thirty seconds", but their definition's way different than ours. Next is Pre-Cal. Ugh! It's SO BORING. And yet, I should pay attention, it's a class where I consistently get a C! It's good for English reading and Chem homework, though. Third period, French, a real snoozer, but there's Jessie and Sean to keep me decently amused.

Then I see the A-lunchers off to lunch. How I long to be with them, even if their lunch sucks. I mean, could I make it better?! But fourth period is Chemistry now, and I sit in the front, right up there with crazy Mr. Freiland. At least he's a teacher, though, and not Dr. Cross.

Then it's English time. Also known as, "SHOOT ME IN THE FACE." Oh well, it's almost over, I can see the light. "Mama, is that you?"

Next, lunch! Before that, I get a noon-time chat with John, and then I meet up with Ian at my locker, where we fetch my lunch and head off to the predominantly freshman-filled blinding pain called the cafeteria. It's not so bad, there's "Good morning, good afternoon" with Jessi, and the antics of Crispy, Ian and Alvarez, plus Nate.

After lunch, I'm consistently late to chorus. Then we proceed to suck at singing. And I really want to slap some of the girls around. Well, actually two, but still. I don't know what I'll do without Jessi there next year! She accompanies me to CAPS, eighth period. I pretty much always am a week ahead, which means plenty of internet time.

So, then I go home on the bus (most days) and sit in the back, and recently, Bendel has come back to join us. At the first stop on Hines, I wave bye to Bendel... and Todd and Mitch, who don't count so much as freshmen and recent inductees to the waving group. Two stops later, I exit, and make my way up the street with my bro Chris. We go to the loving household on Lafayette we call home. The afternoons vary... as do the evenings. However, you can send me an email, because I check that obsessively.

And there you go. Besides that, Monica's my best friend, and she needed to be mentioned here! Stupid Blake! Now, read the surveys (Number one or two or three or four.