I'M GOING NUTS!

This is the fourth time I've lost this post. I don't care anymore. Here's a brief overview of what I'm now too lazy to write out entirely:

-new layout, based on cool song
-i wake up to dance station, no AM DJs, annoying songs get me out of bed
-boys wear big pants
-some kid swapped his pants today in the middle of the hallway. at least he was wearing boxers

THERE! ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?!?!?!?!?!?!
HUH?
HUH?
HUH?

ok, cool.

This is the first time I've updated from school since that one fateful day when I started this beast. Zounds!

I've developed a taste for rhyming dictionaries. I want one quite badly. For now, I'm using an online one to write what I think is an ode to Men's Pocky (deeelishus dark chocolate on a mini bread stick. Your mouth waters, yes?). It could just as easily be something else. I don't know.

Today is 80's day at school. It's not nearly so half-arsed as cowboy day was (denim mini skirts and purple leopard-print hats do NOT make you cowpokes). It's rather whole-arsed. In fact, I think there's a surplus of arse running around school right now. A guy in my gym class had found some black and white checked skin-tight pants and a lime green mini shirt. He scaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaared me.

Some people were even carrying boom boxes on their shoulders. Not the good, boxy kind, though. Modern, small, nice-quality ones. If you're going to have big, frizzed out hair and sweat pants, is it so hard to find a stone-age stereo to go with it?

I wore a toga yesterday, as I am a senior and, apparently, it is my right. But it only lasted about ten minutes because I felt uncomfortable wearing what so many others were. Funny, I thought teens wanted to blend in seamlessly with their peers? All I want to do is stand out in the crowd. I hate to get the attention and yet I seek to set myself apart. I am so conflicted, and yet I am at peace with myself. Kind of makes you wonder, doesn't it? Anyway, the point of this story is that, in order to sort of get in the groove of things, or maybe from temporary madness, I participated in 80s day. But not in mini-skirts and spandex, that's just wrong. I did grunge. I liked it cuz I was half going with the flow, half doing my own thang. The only problem: I look like I do every day. C'est la vie.

I must study I must study I must study i must study i must study i must study i fussed muddy eye dust fuddy fie trust money.....
never mind. I'm starting to think I should give my parents permission to drag me kicking and screaming away from my computer every night. I can't help it... my spooky-puter is just so beautiful. I cannot resist its siren song. Oh, my MP3s. I adore you.

Jill and I have looked up the Japanese equivalent of, “T-t-t-today, Junior.” We have been running around saying, “K-k-k-kyo, Chibi,” everywhere we go, but only the two of us grasp how ineffably funny it is. We are also plotting revenge against our gym teacher, who has so far failed to realize that early bird is for slackers who wanted the extra free period during the day, and heartlessly forces us to be awake and active first thing in the morning. We have decided to start up a conga line the next time he takes us out on the track.

For some reason, Eliza has decided to temporarily boycott underwear as an experiment (how is this an experiment? I suggested she establish a regular underwear-wearer as a control and keep a detailed diary of everything that goes on during her panty-free period). She insists they’re useless, just another item of clothing you have to wash on laundry day. She assures that going au natural is perfectly comfortable, but it sounds unpleasant to me. I was much relieved when she affirmed that she would put the experiment on hiatus if she should wear a skirt.

Ever wonder why we are overwhelmed and occasionally underwhelmed, but never whelmed? Or why we find things innocent and innocuous, but we ne'er identify their counterparts as nocent and nocuous? What is our obsession with prefixes? Where will the madness end?

Things I hate and why:
-Exclamation points. Everything looks retarded with them! There is no reason for using them! Doesn’t this look dumb right now! Why does this punctuation mark exist! It shouldn’t be used if you’re over the age of five or have an IQ at least as high as that of a goat!
-When people use periods where commas ought to go. As you can see. It doesn’t work out. It makes for very disjointed sentences. Doesn’t it?
-Creepy people. They’re just so creepy.
-When I wake up at 2 AM and think it’s time to get up. It would be nice to look at the clock like, “oh, look, I don’t have to up after all,” but it never works out that way. I can never get back to sleep, so I have to actually do something.
-That's about it, really. Why do I hate puncutation errors so much?

I have felt like the epitome of teenagers these last few weeks, for various reasons. I think the purchase of sparkly, powder blue Sketchers had something to do with it. Anyway, I have returned to my normal, neither-here-nor-there self, and I am very happy.

A couple weeks ago, I said to a customer at the Gardens, "have a nice day" and he replied, "you have a better one." It was quite clever and funny, but it put me on edge a bit because there was something vaguely menacing about the way he said it. What would he have done, I wonder, if it turned out the day I'd had was crappy?
...
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... I'm scared.
>O_o< <-- frightened/disturbed/somewhat confused kitty face

I wrote a song. I went to gurl.com and they had a "make your own band" game. I was in a poopy mood, so I played it a couple dozen times (all of the bands failed. What a picker-upper). Eventually, I made a band called, "Spice of Heaven," gave the band members all fallen angel names, and called their single, "When You Fell." Then I found an online rhyming dictionary and wrote the lyrics. Eliza liked it (she said it was corny, though. I like corny, so it's ok). Only now I can't remember how it went and I don't feel like looking it up, so you're just going to have to wonder. Nyaaaa.

Em taught me how to do links! Watch this:

i love this place

Your are impressed in spite of yourself and jealousy overwhelms you, doesn't it? Let go of the overwhelmingness of it. Be whelmed. Don't be afraid. Bask in the whelming.

I have been informed that I MUST update this thing, on threat of pain. Joy abounding.

I am so pathetically addicted to romance, it's a wonder I don't make people sick. All I have to do to be ecstatically happy for a week is watch a Disney movie. Ah, Disney, my supplier. They have yet to fail in giving me that warm, squishy feeling inside. They have gone to great lengths to horribly distort perfectly good stories for the likes of people like me. In Hercules, for example... sure, Hercules was married to a princess named Megara. He even had children with her. But then Hera made him go mad and kill them. Disney kindly warped, rearranged, and entirely mangled the original plot so that I could have a happy ending. Ain't life grand?

Speaking of Disney, later this month, they are releasing a collaboration game they made with Squaresoft, makers of the habit-forming Final Fantasy games (one thing my Dad pointed out that I had to agree with is, if it's a FINAL fantasy, how on earth have they managed to make eleven of them?) called Kingdom Hearts. It's the most random game EVER. The main character is a boy named Sora (in the English version of the game, his voice is supplied by Haley Joel Osmitt, or whatever his name is) who gets sucked into a Disney Universe during a tropical storm on the island he lives on with two other twelve-year olds and a whole lot of coconut trees. The king of the DU is none other than King Mickey (who else), only he's disappeared. So Sora teams up with Donald, the court magician (incidentally, if you thought Donald was hard to understand in English, you can only guess at the wild jabberings he makes in Japanese) and Goofy, the court guard, to find him and hopefully a way back home. In the game, you interact with over 100 Disney characters, and move between the Disney worlds. I'm serious when I saw worlds, because each movie has its own planet, and you fly through space to get to them. I'm telling you, it's random. RANDOM, I say! In some of the worlds, you even change costumes. For example, in the Nightmare Before Christmas world, Sora, Donald, and Goofy dress up in Halloween costumes, and in The Little Mermaid they all become mer-versions of themselves. My favorite is Donald, who somehow becomes half duck, half octopus.
Anyway, the parts of the game I'm excited about are:
-The fact that James Woods will be coming back to play Hades for the Hercules levels.
-Even though it is an action game (you just run around attacking people, not standing around waiting for one another's turns), they still have a Winnie The Pooh level.
-Square threw in re-designed versions of old, beloved FF characters. Not only will we be able to hear them speak, but a character who had been killed in her game has been resurrected and reinstated in the Disney Universe, and a much hated villian will be present and fightable. We like to beat people up, we do.
-The singer who sings the intro to the game, Hikaru Utada, is a wildly famous J-pop singer. She's sold more albums than anyone EVER in Japanese music. She's also fluent in English, so she re-recorded the song into English for the US version of the game, and she's coming out with a US album. However, I looked her up, and she's already had at least two songs in the US... one is a NAS (that stupid rapper) song that she did the singing bits for (as opposed to rapping), and the other is a song that's primarily her, featuring Foxy Brown, that was actually on the Rush Hour 2 soundtrack. I'm positively rabid about this, and if I've talked to you in the last twenty-four hours, you probably already knew all this from me hopping up and down excitedly and shouting all this at you.

I think I look like a dipstick when I smile. I keep seeing pictures of myself, or glancing at my reflection, and I keep thinking, "Eeeeeeeeew. Is that what I look like?" But when I'm around my friends and family, I can't help but smile and laugh and all that, and none of them has slapped me for it yet, so they must not mind it as much as I do. Similary, when I hear my own voice from any sort of recording, I am amazed that no one hates me, as I find it the single most irritating, grating, painful sound in existence. But no one else seems to think so, so it might just be me. Hmmm...

I'm supposed to be cleaning up my room now, so I guess I'll go.

Do you ever catch yourself wishing you were fluent in Portugese?

You'd think since school's started, I'd have something to say, but I'm drawing a blank. I believe school has actually stripped my brain of anything I might have gained over the summer (as opposed to the other way around). Or perhaps I'm just lazy.

I'll tell you one thing, I already miss my big paychecks. Now I'm down to working Sundays only and I want to be paid 30 dollars an hour for it. No such luck so far, but I live in hope.

We have obtained a book of big, obscure words that we can use to confuse people. For example:
aprosexia- an inability to concentrate
applied in real life:
"Mr. Gym Teacher, my aprosexia is acting up. Can I go to the bathroom?"

One of my friends actually tried this, and it almost worked, but I stopped her by telling the teacher she was joking. In retrospect, I don't know why I stopped her. Probably because I didn't want to be stuck in a flag football game without her. Besides, who knows? If word got out, the whole school might suffer a tragic outbreak of aprosexia. Then what would we do if someone looked it up? Do you see where I'm going with this? Do you? Do you??????? I don't think you do. You make me sick. Or not. It's up to you.