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Archive for May, 2004

It’s so cold!

hearing: Pitbull Daycare
feeling: Cold!
wanting: my Rian )=

I’m updating Adrenaline Reviews currently! I also have quite a few submissions for fanlistings to go through, and I’ll probably do so tonight seeing as I cannot talk to Rian..

I’m so glad that I’m done with my Chemistry exam, but (ha!) we have another test tomorrow. Then we are done with all real stuff and next week we’ll just help Mrs. Farmer pack for the new school. XD I also had to do two papers, one for World Lit and one for art (WTF?!) for tomorrow and each turned out to be about 4 pages long. How the hell can I be so long winded when I’m so sick of school? -lol* I’m done next Thursday because I do not have any exams to do! w00t!

I am so sick of my computer’s crap. When it’s not freezing explorer is closing leaving me with a lack of task bar and icons on my desktop. Sometimes it just likes to go extremely slow, so I have to wait 5 minutes for whatever I want to happen, to happen and if I do anything else it will freeze.

Last night after Wendy and I went to the mall, she came over. While she was using my computer, I fell asleep on the chair several times so after she left I went to bed. It was around 7:30 and I woke up later, at 10 to 7 so Tim had to drive me to school.

Anyway, I had the WEIRDEST dream. For some reason Lary and I were up at her really expensive summer house up north, and Holly was there, too. Well out of the blue comes our friend Charles, with whom I rarely speak and he is spending the night. Somehow it was morning and they were firing cannon balls into the lake to look for dead bodies, but one missed and came at us. The rest of the dream entailed my running while holding some little kid, and kicking the cannon ball out of the way. All I know is I accidentally kicked it toward the house (lmfao) and I can remember thinking “Oh, shit.” Yea. I’m deranged.

Well

hearing:
feeling: happy
wanting:
I’ve browsing through Hot Topic’s new music on their site, and they’ve added a huge selection. There’s now 44 pages ocmpared when there used to be 1 or 2 and I find myself clicking many of the links to add to my wishlist. My birthday is in 7 days. -winks* Actually, I’m just fine.
I came home today to find I had mail, from Rian.

Friday Night

hearing: Third Eye Blind
feeling: Hot
wanting: Something to drink
First Wendy needed clothes and Lary got all bitchy about how she wasn’t going to drive to her dad’s house because gas prices are expensive and she was ranting about why Wendy couldn’t drive when she has a license and a car to use whenever she wants. However, I think that even if her parents say she can use the car it doesn’t mean it’ll be available or whatnot, and I don’t think she can take it to school or use it for hours on end. So Lary basically made Wendy sound incompetent and I didn’t know what to say or do.

Once we get to her house I’m shocked because these guys must be loaded. I think they built their house and it’s insanely clean to the point where it doesn’t look like anyone lives in it, and they have like no TV’s. At least, I didn’t see any. The living room is full of plants and it seems like they try to remove any signs of human life. The kitchen has these weird cupboards that are like 7 feet in the air above the normal cupboards and I have no idea how anyone can reach them.

So Lary basically locks us up in her room with her computer and Wendy and I talk for a bit because it’s odd for her to just leave, you know? She returns and at some point she gets all upset because her mom was being a bitch and she was angry with her hair. I think her mom speaks to her a bit condescendingly, so we no longer have to wonder from whence it comes.

Okay. So eventually Lary comes in practically in tears in her “something’s obviously wrong but since it’s not apparent so I look like an idiot” way. And I tried to tell her to calm down and breathe so we could have fun tonight, but she made it into how I was telling her to just get over her problems, which I wasn’t.

Eventually she dresses and I do her hair. That part was really cool. She put in a messy bun and I used this toxic gel stuff to put the ends into spikes which were hazardous to everyone’s health. Wendy said that she looked like the stature of liberty, and I concur.

So finally her mom comes back with a pizza, we eat a few pieces, and then take the rest into the car so we can go. We drive there with like Mapquest directions, and it’s all going pretty okay. Then we get there and grab a place in the line and Wendy’s cousin is behind us but she never says hi. -laughs* We see Ashley G. and talk to her a bit. Wendy also sees some friend from Newman whom Lary obviously hates and whines about. I feel odd because I hate when people see their friends and don’t introduce me.

We get in there and get up pretty close. The first band was kinda nu metalish and I didn’t like them much, but everyone else did. I should mention that because of my height I can’t see anything. )= The crowd isn’t too packed toward the front, but ironically the moshing starts with like the first band and so does the body surfing, neither of which can I stand. The mosh pit would spring up randomly for like 3 minutes then dissipate and appear again someplace else. Had it stayed in one place the whole time I would have been fine with it, but it seemed to start around me, or very close to me every time. Eventually I started shoving and throwing elbows when they fucking hit me.

I really liked the second band and thought they had an awesome sound. They were more hard rock with jazz, rap and pop influences, and they’re British. XD The singer, was hot too. They had the best stage presence in my opinion.

Then Cold comes on and I think I missed it. The guys weren’t very energetic, but the crowd was. As soon as they started the crowd became much tighter as everyone crammed together. Wenny and I were split up from Lary and I kept trying not to lose her in the crowd, but with the pit springing up around us, it was difficult. I couldn’t breathe or move and that’s when it started becoming painful. The energy of the crowd was great, but it was so hard to get into the music. Plus my pants kept falling.

I think when one gets as big as they are, it’s good enough to just be performing and they forget to have energy on stage, but it was good. I think the song selection was kinda sucky, and I would have liked some of their slower ones that I could get into and not die from… Then Sevendust came on and their show was the same as last year’s. It was more about the music and the crowd than them having a good performance. Eventually Wendy and I just pulled out, got a drink, and went more toward the back. That was better because I could see, move,and breathe and that’s when I really got into it with head banging and rock handing. BTW, my neck hates me.

Lary found us and told us to find her near the bathrooms after the show and I was fine with that, but when Sevendust ended they came out to play a few more songs and Lary showed up and was all “OMG I broke a rib.” Wendy and I were a little dubious, to say the least. So apparently whilst we were split up, Lary met a guy, kissed him, moshed, and went crowd surfing. -rme*

So all the way home she’s bitching about this guy named Matt who lives in Wausau and is 20 and she’s determined to go through yearbooks to find his last name and call him, only we all know it will never work.

We stop at county market, and see Mr Lee! He’s all gangsta looking with the backwards hat or something. We talk to him a bit then go in and get soda. But I don’t spend the $5 that I found on the floor at the concert. The cashier was some black guy who kept hitting on Lary in a sweet/creepy way. He said Wendy was 15 and Lary stopped him talking before he guess how old I was. -lmfao* She was all “I broke a rib” and he was “I can take a few minutes off and drive you to the hospital” It was creepy.

We get to Wendy’s and while they take showers, I can’t because I have no clothes and I’m tired anyway so after some cheetoh’s and a dew I fall asleep on the love seat downstairs. Now Wendy’s house is nice. It’s newer but not too huge, and the kind of house I think I’d like when I’m growed up. Lary’s house just made me feel poor, really poor. I judge people by their houses, it’s weird. Ours is so old, and small, and crappy. It’s like 110 years old, I guess.

Anyway, I snored a lot because I was tired and I could tell. We woke up on and off, and I couldn’t stay up until I smelled bacon and we went upstairs and Wendy’s mom had made us bacon and waffles. And earlier in the morning she made us chocolate chip cookies and brought them down while they were still warm with MILK IN A BAG!

So we ate and then Wendy’s sister came over, and she actually introduced me. Then Lary went home, Wendy and I hung out a bit, and then her mom drove me home.

Copy and PAste

hearing: Lennon
feeling: Sore
wanting: Dew
***Don’t buy gas on May 19th.***
IT HAS BEEN CALCULATED THAT IF EVERYONE IN THE UNITED STATES DID NOT PURCHASE A DROP OF GASOLINE FOR ONE DAY AND ALL AT THE SAME TIME, THE OIL COMPANIES WOULD CHOKE ON THEIR STOCKPILES. AT THE SAME TIME IT WOULD HIT THE ENTIRE INDUSTRY WITH A NET LOSS OF OVER 4.6 BILLION DOLLARS, WHICH AFFECTS THE BOTTOM LINES OF THE OIL COMPANIES. THEREFORE MAY 19TH HAS BEEN FORMALLY DECLARED “STICK IT UP THEIR ASS” DAY AND THE PEOPLE OF THIS NATION SHOULD NOT BUY A SINGLE DROP OF GASOLINE THAT DAY. THE ONLY WAY THIS CAN BE DONE IS IF YOU FORWARD THIS E-MAIL TO AS MANY PEOPLE AS YOU CAN AND AS QUICKLY AS YOU CAN TO GET THE WORD OUT. WAITING ON THIS ADMIINSTRATION TO STEP IN AND CONTROL THE PRICES IS NOT GOING TO HAPPEN. WHAT HAPPENED TO THE REDUCTION AND CONTROL IN PRICES THAT THE ARAB NATIONS PROMISED TWO WEEKS AGO? REMEMBER ONE THING, NOT ONLY IS THE PRICE OF GASOLINE GOING UP, BUT AT THE SAME TIME AIRLINES ARE FORCED TO RAISE THEIR PRICES, TRUCKING COMPANIES ARE FORCED TO RAISE THEIR PRICES WHICH EFFECTS PRICES ON EVERYTHING THAT IS SHIPPED. THINGS LIKE FOOD, CLOTHING, BUILDING MATERIALS, MEDICAL SUPPLIES ETC. WHO PAYS IN THE END? WE DO! WE CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE

I am alone

Quite literally, too. today is the senior class trip (to a Brewer’s game)on which I did not go, but many people did. Lots of seniors who didn’t go just stayed home. Sitting in resource and neither Karissa, nor Wendy, nor Ashe is here. My first 3 classes were practically empty. It leaves the school quieter and it’s almost eery. Without no one to talk to I feel as though the whole day will be something of an uncomfortable silence.

I am hungry and i have chemistry that I should do, but you know me: I put things off to the last minute. Any day now I should be getting a call from Family Dollar. -crosses fingers* I really need that job.

I didn’t go to the ceremony last night, but I guess I got like 3 scholarships. Go Cole.. or something. There were some academic medals, too. I haven’t received one of those for a while. -blinks*

My hands smell like this lotion I used that is not quite pleasant. -wrinkles nose* Yea, I have nothing more to say.

I love Rian.

I don’t know

hearing: Tetris
feeling: sore
wanting: sleep
New blogger.. Kinda confusing. Pretty neat. They have comment features, too. This stuff keeps getting better.. -clicks the preview button* Weeee -clicks hide preview*

Samantha was sick last night and altohugh she’s better tonight, she’s throwing tantrums like crazy. The dogs act as though they’re starving (Yea, right) and hound me when I eat.

This week’s busy. Cafe last night, work tonight and Thursday, tomorrow is the scholarship ceremony at school and Friday is Cold! That’s right, I am going! -bounces* Wendy’s dad bought tickets (We love you Wendy’s dad!).

Jack called tonight only I had just woke up from my nap and I was kinda bitchy. We’re waiting on my birthday and I just don’t want to talk to him. I don’t know what I am supposed to say other than “I’m still looking for a job.” I procrastinate way too much. -sigh*

I had an inpromptu interview with Trig’s, only they won’t be opening til after I’m gone. Guess I can’t work there, huh? -lmfao* I guess I need to be filling out applications left and right. It’s really lookign like I’ll need multiple jobs over the summer, and the summer isn’t that far away.

Ashe always blogs about me, and Rian and things I consider personal. Sometimes this bothers me, but her bad grammar bothers me worse. She bitches about how no one comments but really, why should be comment when she’s probably ranted the same thing at us previously in the day? She’s having issues with Mel again, and how can I nicely say I don’t want to hear them? Everyone needs to grow up a little, myself including because I know that I sometimes feed the fire.

Yea, I have French to do..

Ponderings

If something wicked this way comes..
…from whence is something wicked coming?