| Where Is Miss English Teacher? |
[Oct. 26th, 2004|03:29 pm] |
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I don't think Miss English Teacher is ever going to read this... Well, this assignment is done anyway. I probably won't post on here anymore. Depressingness. |
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| No More F'ing Politics |
[Oct. 21st, 2004|03:49 pm] |
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I am so sick of politics. I swear that if I hear any more about it, I am going to barf. Don't you dare leave a frigging comment having anything to do with politics on this page. You do, and I bite your head off. I don't want to hear anything you have to say on the subject. If you really feel the urge to sound off about it, then leave this page. Eff off. |
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| My Favorite Things |
[Oct. 18th, 2004|06:30 pm] |
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Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens...some lists for ya. :P
My Favorite Books
1.) The Stand by Stephen King
2.) I Know This Much Is True by Wally Lamb
3.) The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown
4.) The Raging Quiet by Sheryl Jordan
5.) Lucky Wander Boy by D.B. Weiss
6.) Fortune's Rocks by Anita Shreve
7.) Angela's Ashes by Frank McCourt
8.) The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingslover
9.) Lamb: The Gospel According To Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal by Christopher Moore
10.) East Of Eden by John Steinbeck
A very diverse selection, as you can see.
My Top 5 Favorite Game Series
1.) Metal Gear Solid series
2.) No One Lives Forever series
3.) Deus Ex series
4.) Max Payne series
5.) Grand Theft Auto Series
My Top 5 Favorite TV Shows
1.) Law and Order: Special Victims Unit
2.) The Agency (but it's not on anymore)
3.) The Simpsons
4.) Game Over (which isn't on anymore either)
5.) umm...Good Morning America?
My Top 5 Favorite Singers/Musicians/Bands
1.) Eminem
2.) Red Hot Chili Peppers
3.) Pink
4.) Linkin Park
5.) The Black Eyed Peas
Isn't that nice. Here, be amused by this hysterical video ( I was sitting on Faithful Boyfriend's lap the first time I saw this, actually, and I laughed so hard that I fell off and onto the floor):
http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/kittycat.php
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| Depressing Things |
[Oct. 17th, 2004|03:23 pm] |
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Posting on this blog is depressing. That's what I don't have a Xanga anymore. That was depressing. I didn't keep a regular journal either for a really long time because it was depressing. I just end up ranting and raving about everything. So I'm going to stop now, before I start doing it as usual. |
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| The Phone Catastrophe |
[Oct. 16th, 2004|11:44 am] |
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Wow, our phone was totally broke. I come home from school on Thursday to find that we have no phone service. And we STILL have dial-up (oh my God, I hate 56k; it should die), so we couldn't get on the computer either. And of COURSE we don't have a cell phone, like the reast of the world. No cell phone whatsoever. I was in something of a predicament, as I had no way of letting Faithful Boyfriend know what was going on if I couldn't use the phone or the computer, so I was really upset. My parents freaked out on me for being worried about a "boyfriend call" when GG (my great-grandma) is in the hospital and they couldn't get to her, but they let me go down to my neighbor's house and use their phone for a minute. They have free long distance like us, because they have relatives in California. Anyway, about 3 hours later the phone company guys finally show up. They tell us that we have an inside problem, but they're not allowed to come in and take a look because they weren't our service providers. So they had us throw the phone line out the window and plug it into the box outside, so we could at least use the phone. So we had our phone hanging out our kitchen window. Nice. The phone company said they'd send someone else out to look yesterday, but they never did. My uncle fixed it. Go figure. |
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| Math Must Die |
[Oct. 13th, 2004|12:43 pm] |
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Okay, it's official: math is the worst subject ever. I took the Scary Standardized Test today, and on the first section, I answered a total of 8 of 24 or so questions. The rest I just omitted. In fact, two of the ones I answered I didn't know either; I didn't want to look like an idiot and only have 6 damn answers. So I'm sure I failed the math part. But guess what? I don't really care. I've never been good at math, everyone knows I'm bad at math, and I'll probably always be bad at math. It's just not my thing. English is so much better; it's so easy. Bah, I'm going to go play Tetris. |
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| Every Dog Has It's Day |
[Oct. 9th, 2004|11:45 am] |
Harold Emery Lauder, also a writer, is my favorite character in Stephen King's "The Stand (which, as I said before, is my #1 favorite book). Everybody hated him because he didn't understand people, alot like me. Maybe people like he and I are just selfish. If we are, we don't mean to be. We just have trouble with people because...well, they don't make sense most of the time. Anyway, he always said "Every dog has his day." And he had his. Sure, he blew up a bunch of perfectly nice people, later got betrayed, and died a horrible death in a ditch (yes, I cried; don't laugh at me), but that's not the point. He was right about every dog having his day. Someday I'll have mine. That's what I'm waiting for. Some people might think that I'm "wasting my life" by not having my day now, but I'm not. Just because they had their day in high school doesn't mean I have to. It's not over 'till it's over. It's not over 'till the fat lady sings, and she's not even warming up yet. Every dog really does have it's day, and I'll have mine. I'm just biding my time. I'll have my day, and leave everyone else in the dust. You'll see.
Please excuse my excessive use of idioms in this entry. |
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| Nothing To Say |
[Oct. 5th, 2004|06:46 pm] |
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I have nothing to say, but I'm updating because we're supposed to have 2 entries a week. You see why I don't have a Xanga anymore? It was boring, and no one read it. But why should anyone have read it? I just want everyone to leave me alone, like certain people in school. I doubt they're reading this, and if they are, they probably won't know that I'm talking about them, and if they do happen to read this and they do know that I'm talking about them, guess what? I REALLY DONT GIVE A $HIT ANYMORE BECAUSE I DON'T LIKE THEM, AND I'M TIRED OF PRETENDING I DO!!! I'm a loner and a cynical elitist. But you know what? Screw these people. I shouldn't worry about it, because it's a ridiculous situation that shouldn't even exist, this being "friends" with people who I never even see or hang out with outside of school (not that I hang out with anyone) and who I don't even like, who I in fact HATE. Stupid, ludicrious situation. I'm just going to go call Faithful Boyfriend. Goodbye. |
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| My Poem |
[Sep. 30th, 2004|04:38 pm] |
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I was kinda upset that no one liked my poem. I'm not taking it personally or anything; they're supposed to give you constructive criticism, which they do pretty well. I guess everyone was just tired of depressing stuff. It's not supposed to be depressing. though. Maybe everyone didn't get it. First of all, it's not about actual bruises, well, not really. The bruising is just a symbol. Faithful Boyfriend and I are in a long distance relationship (about 300 or so miles), have been for almost 2 years now, so we don't get to see eachother very often. Last summer, he was able to come up here and visit for about 6 days. He's a big guy, about 220 pounds, and very strong, and I am so small. He doesn't realize how strong he is, so he hugs me and holds onto me very tightly. By the end of the week when he was going back home, I had bruises all over the place from him hugging me and stuff. That's the literal part of it. But the poetic, symbolic part of it is that love hurts sometimes, and so sometimes we he hurts me by loving me, but it's okay, because I hurt him too sometimes,and I don't mind being hurt. I know he doesn't mean to, just as I don't mean to hurt him, and I wouldn't want it to be any other way. That's the story behind that poem. I guess you kinda have to know the background of it to understand it. I also wrote this beacause I didn't want you to think I was being abused or something, Miss English Teacher! :P |
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| My Adventure To The PAL Center |
[Sep. 27th, 2004|05:30 pm] |
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Okay, I really hate the damn community service thing that they force us to do. I have to go through SO much drama and bull$hit to pass that stupid thing. I go over and help the kids with homework at the PAL center, at a little club thingy that they have after school. We got out early today, so I thought today would be a good time to go. So I get changed and start over there at about 2:30. It's a good mile from my house, so I figured I'd get there around 3, which is when it starts. So I'm walking along, past Scary Public Elementary School, when these two boys (who looked way too old to be in elementary school still, so they must be really stupid; that might explain their behavior) start yelling out the bus window at me. They yelled quite a few curses, called me an "effing cracker" (they were black, obviously), and said "Girl, you look like you strung out on crack!" So I was pretty mad. I was gonna give them the finger, but I was afraid that the school would see it and get mad at ME. So I just kept walking when the light changed. That was real nice. Also on the way there, I passed a perverted-looking old guy in a green car by the Other Public Elementary School. Finally I get to the damn PAL center, and no one was there! Both the gates were locked. I didn't have a watch, so I didn't know what time it is, and we don't have a cell phone anymore, so I couldn't call anyone, and I didn't have any money for a pay phone. I sat there for about 15 minutes, and still no one came. Four really suspicious looking guys pulled up in a black truck, so I walked around the block. When I came back they were still there and I had to go past them, so I was terrified that I was gonna get kidnapped or raped or something. There was still no one to be seen at the PAL Center. The crossing guard at the Other Public Elementary School said it was 3, so I said to myself "Hell, I give up. I'm definitely here, and they're not. I'm just going home." So I had to walk all the way the hell home. When I got there, I got in the shower and forgot to call Mr. Driver and tell him not to pick me up there. By the time I got out, it was too late. Later he calls and he's like "Okay, where are you?" I told him the whole story, and he said "I'm in the PAL Center rite now. Everyone is here." Well, they certainly weren't at 3 o'clock, when they were supposed to be! I was upset about it, so my parents yelled at ME. A whole lot of sense that makes. So thank you, Theology Department, for causing me alot of unneeded aggravation. |
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| Updating For No Reason |
[Sep. 24th, 2004|04:36 pm] |
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Nothing happened, but I'm supposed to update twice a week. No long discourses today; there's nothing to rant about right now. Boring day as usual. Doing nothing this weekend as usual. So go away; shoo. |
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| The English Test (And Going Totally Off Topic) |
[Sep. 23rd, 2004|04:19 pm] |
Miss English Teacher, what was up with that test yesterday? It was hella hard. I am almost always the English whiz, except for grammar, which I don't like very mush when we have to study it at length; shouldn't it just be common sense? You know, stick it in and see if it's right? I don't see why you need whole tests devoted to it. Maybe that's just me though, because I read too much. I haven't been without a book I was currently reading since I was about 9. I don't know, I just like to read. My father always reads like a maniac; maybe it's in the genes. It's a habit for me, and it's something to do. And books are interesting, actually. I can only think of a few books that I really didn't like: Stephen King's Carrie (which is wierd, because I like all his other stuff, especially The Stand,which is my favorite book ever), some really wierd, really sick book that my grandma got for me in the dollar store about women who drink blood to stay young, A Day No Pigs Would Die (stupid 7th grade reading book for Mr. Annoying English Teacher, who really hated me, was totally obsessed with grammar and therefore contributed to my dislike for it, and graded me on my frigging handwriting), Run Catch Kiss by Amy Sohn, the newspaper writer who the guy in our supplementary reading book (which is the reason we're even doing this project) meets at the party (and he's quite right, her work is EXTREMELY dirty; if you ask me, she's quite a whore, and has to have about a million STD's), and maybe one or two other books.
Now I've gone totally off topic, haven't I?
But ANYWAY, like I was trying to say about an hour ago, I am usually good at English. There was only one year that I didn't do absolutely outstanding in it, and that was because of Mr. Annoying English Teacher, who I mentioned earlier. Actually, he'd probably be more aptly named Mr. Pain-In-My-A$$. I mean, he gave us a whole test, that counted on the music of the '60's. It was in no part of our curriculum. He just decided he wanted to teach about the music he personally liked for 2 or 3 weeks, teach something we'll never need to know for anything except Trivial Pursuit, if that. Another example of his lunacy: one day he was telling us about some poetry thing that we had to do. He was going on and on and taking forever to explain it, so I just started writing, and I was finished by the time he was done talking. It was rather good; in fact, it was very good. People say it's good now, and don't believe that I wrote it when I was 12. I'm submitting it to Hilights. Now, Mr. Annoying English Teacher/Mr. Pain-In-My-A$$ has to admit that my poem is good, so he does put it on the display board for the curriculum festival. But he shoves it way in the back, behind Stupid-And-Full-Of-Himself Boy's awful poem about a dancing pickle in a dress. So yeah, I wasn't Queen Of The English Class that year. I still really hate that guy. But I did wonderful every year before that, and I've done wonderful every year since. It pretty much just comes natural to me. But that test yesterday? That was hard. Just thought I'd comment on that. I wrote a little comment on the bottom of my test, actually.
I tried to post all of the above yesterday, but the dumb site kept screwing up. Three times I retyped it and retried it, and three times it got lost. So here it is now, and I went through alot of trouble to get it up here. |
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| Boring Day As Usual |
[Sep. 16th, 2004|04:57 pm] |
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Nothing happened today, as usual. You see? This is why I don't do a Xanga blog anymore. Everything was boring, and no one read it. |
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| The House Being Ripped Apart |
[Sep. 15th, 2004|04:31 pm] |
You won't believe what's going down now.I come home today (after running from the bus stop to make it home before the rain started) to find my living room a shambles and filled with dusty men. They've finally gone and started to fix the ceiling. See, at the beginning of the summer, in June, we noticed a bunch of water marks on the ceiling under the bathroom, right under the shower, that seemed to be getting bigger. They were supposed to have fixed that leak 5 years ago, but apparently it didn't work right. So the ever- popular dumb@$$ plumber (to protect his privacy, let's just call him Mr. X)decided he was just gonna take his hammer and make a nice big hole in the ceiling, just to see if maybe the water was dripping through. Now, is it just me, or does it seem like a stupid idea to rip a hole in your ceiling if you think there's a leak? Why ruin the ceiling if the problem's with the shower? Maybe the ceiling was gonna have to go anyway; I don't know. Of course, they had to go and do this two days before Faithful Boyfriend was coming to visit. So when he came, there was a 2-foot hole in the living room ceiling, which we tried to cover with duct tape and trash bags that kept falling down, and we couldn't use the shower. And the dust was making everyone cough, like it's doing again right now (at least these guys used a vaccum thing to clean up the dust, though, and covered everything in plastic). Anyway, they were gracious enough to wait a few days until he went home, which the Mr. X was very excited about, since he was something of a pervert plumber (he told my grandma that I had an "exotic beauty" and that if I was older, he'd definetly want to date me...ewww; Faithful Boyfriend will kill him). They did work in the bathroom for quite a few days, putting a new pan in the floor underneath the shower and everything. But of course Mr. X had to go on vacation for a week before he put the showerhead in. When he finally came back and put it in, it worked for about a week. So little water comes out of it that there's no way you can get washed. So back to the tub we go, which is a real pain in the @$$.
Meanwhile, the sink went biserk. It'd been leaking a little for quite some time, just like the shower, but it started to leak alot more. So my mom hit the little thing underneath, the handle thingie, to tighten it. It worked the first time, but the second time she tried it she hit it in the wrong direction and loosened it instead, so it kinda exploded and spewed all over. So bye-bye sink. We weren't going to call Mr. X the pervert plumber again, so we had 2 wait about a week and a half (during which we had to lean over the tub to brush our teeth and stuff, since we only have one bathroom and the kitchen sink is nasty) for my uncle to find a new sink to put in. The new sink doesn't drain right, but at least it works.
If I ever get to my point with this never-ending story, huh? After all this,there's still that hole in the ceiling. So today someone finally came to fix it, and re-popcorn it while they're at it. The house is an absolute mess. Lovely, just lovely. |
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| My Weekend |
[Sep. 14th, 2004|05:25 pm] |
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Well, I just remembered that I'm supposed to update this thing alot. I don't know how I'm going to do that on a regular basis; I don't really have anything to talk about. This weekend was fairly interesting, I guess. I had to go down the shore, to Cape May where my grandma's friend lives, really early on Saturday morning (at like 5 AM) on a bus. As usual, my grandma didn't want to be home for our block party. And also as usual, the bus we get didn't have a bathroom. At least we stopped to go this time; last fall when we went down on it, they didn't stop for the bathroom, so I almost peed myself. Anyway, there were crazy people on there as usual, but when we got down there, it was okay. As okay as it could be, anyway, since we're talking about Cape May. I did get special matching rings for Faithful Boyfriend and me, though. I've saw them in the store over a year ago, and I thought they were really cute. The stupid clerk in there almost gave me the wrong one; I would have been wearing the one for a guy! Just goes to show, you can be a really good-looking person, like the clerk, and be totally out of it. Anyway, they had to order one for me, because they didn't have one small enough. Hopefully I'll get it before Christmas. I was gonna make it a suprise, but I was too excited, so when I was on the phone with him (Faithful Boyfriend), he could tell. "Hmm, what do you have down there to be excited about?" he said. "Hmmm...did you get the rings?" So I had to tell him. He's excited about it too; they're really pretty. Other than that, the visit was boring. Walked the promenade, went and ate lunch/dinner, came back to my grandma's friend's place and stayed in all night watching the cable TV. And they HAD to go and get the Super Cinnamon bun things that have SOOO many calories they're not even on the Weight Watcher's Points thing (yes, I actually am on Weight Watchers; I lost 30 pounds in the last year). Then just as we were leaving on Sunday morning, my grandma's friend got really sick. We felt bad that we had to let him go home by himself, but we had to get on the bus because the next one didn't come until 5 that night, and I had to be in school the next day. Same crazy people on the bus as on the way down. The girl sitting in front of me was reading something in Arabic,the Koran or something, so I got really scared, even more so because it was the day after September 11th. But she was speaking English, and when she turned around she didn't look Arab, so I relaxed. And that's what happened on my lovely weekend. School was boring. It normally is. |
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| Got The Book |
[Sep. 8th, 2004|04:58 pm] |
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I got the book we're supposed to read, "Teen Angst? Naaah...", and I started it. I thought I was going to hate it, but the first thing he started talking about was video games, so of course that caught my attention. But everybody loved NES. Of course, I didn't play it; that was before I played games. Anyway, we're supposed to write in the style that the author uses, but aside from having ALOT of footnotes, I don't see yet what's so unique about it that we have to follow. It just looks like journal style to me. As for the day, nothing happned. I got up, went to school, and came home, like I always do. There's not anything else to say about it. |
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| Hello, Nice To Meet You |
[Sep. 6th, 2004|02:33 pm] |
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Hi. This (obviously) is my new online journal thing, which we have to do for our English class. So here it is. We're supposed to do it in the style of the journal entries in a book called "Teen Angst? Naaah.... A Quasi-Autobiography" (which, by the way, I think is a completely ridiculous name for a book; it better be good to make up for that stupid name), but I can't do that yet because I went to the book store and they didn't have it, so now I have to order it. Ho-hum. I knew I should have bought it 4 years ago when I first saw it ( I was working my way through the Young Adult section about then). Well, here it is anyway. I should probably work on my profile. |
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