shane was absent. and ava went to a college fair thing during lunch.
as such nobody else cared about our table-shifting experiment. must test this out further.
though I do have an interesting bit of news regarding our newspaper: ava and emma have both volunteered to write short stories for the paper. this would be no problem, really, if emma hadn't.. thought of something.
they have somehow decided to collaborate and write a story together with two main characters. one for each of them to control. okay. this would not be a problem if the two of them were rational 100% of the time, or even 96% of the time. unfortunately for us all, they aren't. they are both control freaks when it comes to their writing.
as I said to c, I would be willing to make monetary bets that before the end of the year we get at least one "OMG WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY CHARACTER".
please excuse my brevity, I'm trying to outline my november.
Showing posts with label BITE MEEE. Show all posts
Showing posts with label BITE MEEE. Show all posts
13.10.10
suicide mission #4385098483724
the psats were today. emma actually came into school for the first time in ten years. I am astounded.
the main reasoning as to this posting is a certain little experiment c did last week. we went down to our free block [not our study period, our freeeee block] in the cafeteria, and she just didn't talk. she communicated entirely through nodding and shrugging and sighing.
and the thing is--nobody noticed. I don't mean either of us were expecting someone to latch on and say "OH C, YOU'RE NOT TALKING, SOMETHING MUST BE WRONG". I mean conversations went on as normal and everyone talked at her. since when she's not actually offering any semblance of an opinion, it pretty much cements her role as Huggable Teddy Bear.
c repeated this for a couple days. finally ava noticed because c "didn't even help [her] with [her] homework". the self-centeredness of most of this table amazes me.
aaaand so we have decided that that is the end of the bullshit. we're doing the unthinkable tomorrow. changing lunch tables.
OH NO. according to high school tradition this must mean we hate our table and are planning on shooting them up!!! GASP.
cheap teenage melodrama, m1k3y.
expect a post later tomorrow night [I'll have c slap me if I don't do it. I have to go to the town offices tomorrow after school to fill out a ton of paperwork... what have I gotten myself into]. I want to see how this goes. I really do. I hope neither of us explodes or is stabbed.
oh, and I need to blog about the ring fail too! shit. well, another day. I can't cram every sucky school event into one post, now, can I?
the main reasoning as to this posting is a certain little experiment c did last week. we went down to our free block [not our study period, our freeeee block] in the cafeteria, and she just didn't talk. she communicated entirely through nodding and shrugging and sighing.
and the thing is--nobody noticed. I don't mean either of us were expecting someone to latch on and say "OH C, YOU'RE NOT TALKING, SOMETHING MUST BE WRONG". I mean conversations went on as normal and everyone talked at her. since when she's not actually offering any semblance of an opinion, it pretty much cements her role as Huggable Teddy Bear.
c repeated this for a couple days. finally ava noticed because c "didn't even help [her] with [her] homework". the self-centeredness of most of this table amazes me.
aaaand so we have decided that that is the end of the bullshit. we're doing the unthinkable tomorrow. changing lunch tables.
OH NO. according to high school tradition this must mean we hate our table and are planning on shooting them up!!! GASP.
cheap teenage melodrama, m1k3y.
expect a post later tomorrow night [I'll have c slap me if I don't do it. I have to go to the town offices tomorrow after school to fill out a ton of paperwork... what have I gotten myself into]. I want to see how this goes. I really do. I hope neither of us explodes or is stabbed.
oh, and I need to blog about the ring fail too! shit. well, another day. I can't cram every sucky school event into one post, now, can I?
6.10.10
OH GOD
is it wednesday already?! I swear to god I meant to post on sunday. junior year, you eat my free time [as does preparing for nanowrimo].
anyway, life seems to be going pretty well. at mass last friday, it rained like hell. turns out we actually had to walk across the street for mass, and not just up the stairs to our badly lit gym. that went all right[ish]. it would have gone perfectly except that the communion hymn was the prayer of st. francis set to music. and the poor middle school child they had chosen to sing it... really could not sing, to say the least. the only logical explanation that I can think of as to why they chose him was that he had some kind of terminal illness and it was his lifelong dream to sing the prayer of st. francis to a large group of jaded high school girls. even the teachers were trying not to laugh.
emma is sure as hell ahead on the Missing Days Of School counter. I haven't seen her face for at least a week now. shane, on the other hand, has come in every.. single.. day. and is loudly making her presence known.
mary is acting more rrpofy and windup-doll-y than usual. meanwhile, britney has given up on trying to ingratiate herself into the gay table. I knew it wouldn't last long.
finally, everyone's favorite ava is on an every-other-day cycle of being mad at yours truly. and expecting me to know exactly why without her ever looking at me, much less talking. oh, and then she's always fine the next morning. I LOVE BITCHY DRAMAAAAAA.
psats are coming up! yaaaaay! the english department is all happy about this. the math department is doing nothing, as usual. "god love you on the math section," our lit teacher said today. it is quite true.
I quit my grocery store job. I have never been happier, not even when I went to see pearl jam. well, maybe pearl jam beats being free of drudgery. at least I have my library job.
today mrs. theology told us not to swear in the hallway or anyone who happened to be around her was getting a detention. somehow I think this was directed at me. and yet she still has no clue who I am.
we have another weird church service on friday. no idea what the hell their reasoning is this time. hopefully I can remember to update my sad lonely blog.
oooh, and speaking of my sad lonely blog--we had an assembly on how facebook is bad and cyberbullying is bad and myspace is bad and taking pictures of yourself is bad [child pronography, kids] and basically the internet is for shit! I love my school.
anyway, life seems to be going pretty well. at mass last friday, it rained like hell. turns out we actually had to walk across the street for mass, and not just up the stairs to our badly lit gym. that went all right[ish]. it would have gone perfectly except that the communion hymn was the prayer of st. francis set to music. and the poor middle school child they had chosen to sing it... really could not sing, to say the least. the only logical explanation that I can think of as to why they chose him was that he had some kind of terminal illness and it was his lifelong dream to sing the prayer of st. francis to a large group of jaded high school girls. even the teachers were trying not to laugh.
emma is sure as hell ahead on the Missing Days Of School counter. I haven't seen her face for at least a week now. shane, on the other hand, has come in every.. single.. day. and is loudly making her presence known.
mary is acting more rrpofy and windup-doll-y than usual. meanwhile, britney has given up on trying to ingratiate herself into the gay table. I knew it wouldn't last long.
finally, everyone's favorite ava is on an every-other-day cycle of being mad at yours truly. and expecting me to know exactly why without her ever looking at me, much less talking. oh, and then she's always fine the next morning. I LOVE BITCHY DRAMAAAAAA.
psats are coming up! yaaaaay! the english department is all happy about this. the math department is doing nothing, as usual. "god love you on the math section," our lit teacher said today. it is quite true.
I quit my grocery store job. I have never been happier, not even when I went to see pearl jam. well, maybe pearl jam beats being free of drudgery. at least I have my library job.
today mrs. theology told us not to swear in the hallway or anyone who happened to be around her was getting a detention. somehow I think this was directed at me. and yet she still has no clue who I am.
we have another weird church service on friday. no idea what the hell their reasoning is this time. hopefully I can remember to update my sad lonely blog.
oooh, and speaking of my sad lonely blog--we had an assembly on how facebook is bad and cyberbullying is bad and myspace is bad and taking pictures of yourself is bad [child pronography, kids] and basically the internet is for shit! I love my school.
27.9.10
the knife wants to slit me, do you think you can help me?
when I woke up this morning and went through my jacket I found a wad of paper inside it. it would appear the post I drafted has gone through the wash. so I'm going to write a huge one right now, even though I should be doing chemistry homework.
first things first, the sleepover on saturday was really weird because there was no major drama. likely because shane was sick and couldn't come. [she was still out today.] ava, of course, said a great many passive-aggressive things, but she does that anyway. assorted adam lambert songs were sung by mary and britney, which made me want to die. we went to a park at 9:30 at night. all was good.
now for the rest of the week.
on tuesday we had our first newspaper meeting. that went pretty well too. someone from every grade either showed up or expressed interest but had something to do during that period. pretty exciting. ava showed up late. emma was also there.
ms. butler ended up spending the whole time stressing that this is YOUR NEWSPAPER and that we want things that interest YOU. she suggested a short story that runs in parts over every issue. a little light over ava's head went off, I could just see it. unfortunately so did emma. and now they are competing. it's the best.
mary and I have both lost count of the absences. emma was in today; shene wasn't. I think it's 4-5 at this point, with shane in the lead.
ava is continuing her nightly cycle of blowing up over nothing and then taking five hours to be reassured that neither c nor I is mad at her. I won't even bother anymore. it all blends together over time. by this I mean I'm not posting any more about her derps unless she does a really bad one.
speaking of which, she thinks devo are called tivo.
first things first, the sleepover on saturday was really weird because there was no major drama. likely because shane was sick and couldn't come. [she was still out today.] ava, of course, said a great many passive-aggressive things, but she does that anyway. assorted adam lambert songs were sung by mary and britney, which made me want to die. we went to a park at 9:30 at night. all was good.
now for the rest of the week.
on tuesday we had our first newspaper meeting. that went pretty well too. someone from every grade either showed up or expressed interest but had something to do during that period. pretty exciting. ava showed up late. emma was also there.
ms. butler ended up spending the whole time stressing that this is YOUR NEWSPAPER and that we want things that interest YOU. she suggested a short story that runs in parts over every issue. a little light over ava's head went off, I could just see it. unfortunately so did emma. and now they are competing. it's the best.
mary and I have both lost count of the absences. emma was in today; shene wasn't. I think it's 4-5 at this point, with shane in the lead.
ava is continuing her nightly cycle of blowing up over nothing and then taking five hours to be reassured that neither c nor I is mad at her. I won't even bother anymore. it all blends together over time. by this I mean I'm not posting any more about her derps unless she does a really bad one.
speaking of which, she thinks devo are called tivo.
21.9.10
my eyes hurt and I want them gouged out
our first newspaper meeting was today. ava is, at the same time pulling several doozies in how she is Needy and Emotional and WHAT THE FUCK EVER. and in theology we've started our Real Feminism Is Having Babies And Being Humble course. but I'm not posting about any of those today. sorry.
what I will say is this: c has about a billion magical mysterious health ailments. one of those happens to be Fall Allergies. somehow, she has passed a cold onto non-allergic me. I am wearing my academy sunglasses so the computer screen isn't too bright. [they are seriously sunglasses from the school store. they used to say the name on the side but now it's worn off. I like them because they can fit over my gigantic regular glasses comfortably.]
the short of it is I feel like crap and the cat puked on my bed today. and I just drank I think a bit too much nyquil and I'm probably legally intoxicated right now.
I will post about all kinds of fun shit when I'm not exhibiting the attributes of most of the seven dwarves. [sneezy! dopey! sleepy! the list goes on...] I promise. just let me sleep about ten hours tonight.
emma's absences equal shane's absences. 2-2. now to figure out which of them is more annoying in the more inopportune time slot.
what I will say is this: c has about a billion magical mysterious health ailments. one of those happens to be Fall Allergies. somehow, she has passed a cold onto non-allergic me. I am wearing my academy sunglasses so the computer screen isn't too bright. [they are seriously sunglasses from the school store. they used to say the name on the side but now it's worn off. I like them because they can fit over my gigantic regular glasses comfortably.]
the short of it is I feel like crap and the cat puked on my bed today. and I just drank I think a bit too much nyquil and I'm probably legally intoxicated right now.
I will post about all kinds of fun shit when I'm not exhibiting the attributes of most of the seven dwarves. [sneezy! dopey! sleepy! the list goes on...] I promise. just let me sleep about ten hours tonight.
emma's absences equal shane's absences. 2-2. now to figure out which of them is more annoying in the more inopportune time slot.
10.9.10
new, improved, and no longer defunct!
...the academy's horrendous grocery-store-sale-flyer-resembling school newspaper, that is. way back in may or so, c and I came up with a plan to restart it--we'd been on the staff in freshman year and then the whole thing fell apart. our faculty adviser [whom c tells me we should call ms. butler] approved highly, and so the plan was set into motion. fast forward to yesterday.
[note: this was during our half-hour break in between periods 3 and 5. it is not lunch. lunch is in between 6 and 7. it sounds like a scheduling derp but it's actually quite awesome.]
A Conversation Straight From The Gay Table
me: "sorry we're late..."
ava: "WHERE WERE YOU GUYS?"
[she was really mad we missed being in the cafeteria for fourth period yesterday. ok, can I help it if I needed to "decorate" my locker and c takes approximately a year to pack up for any given class? but I promised ava that c and I would be in the caf. I kind of forgot we needed to talk to ms. butler. and yes, ava was literally yelling.]
c: "sorry, we had to go see ms. butler."
ava: "WHO'S MS. BUTLER?"
me: "exactly..."
[ms. butler doesn't actually teach anything. she sits in an office all day and does... something for the school. I don't know what.]
c: we're starting up the newspaper again.
ava: you guys have a newspaper? [slightly glares] what's it called, music weekly?
[OH PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE YOU ARE BACK]
we made an effort to explain that it was the school newspaper and would not involve any musical selections circa 1989 if we could help it. she brightened at this, then asked if she could help, "unless you guys DON'T WANT ME TO [/gloom]". this is where we made the mistake of being all "oh sure you can help!!"
she then promptly decided she was going to TAKE THE FUCK OVER.
ava: "can I write? well, I don't want to write. I want to write whatever I want and can I also read people's articles like to see if they flooow?"
c: "ava, that's what an editor does."
I would have let her have the editor position. I really would. except I have a clear, fulfillable ambition for what I want to do when I grow up, unlike the fucking gay table. I really, really want to be an editor. and I have a talent for it, I KNOW this. know what else this ties into? the academy's drama club. I know that sounds like a tangent, but bear with me here. I love working on stage crew. I have stage manager power, and I'm pretty damn good at not freaking out too much. ava has also been on stage crew at the academy. she's been specially trained to do the lighting, while I'm Official Stage Manager. guess what position she wants? stage manager. why? because I have it. now, can you imagine her as a stage manager? "GUYS LISTEN TO ME. LISTEN TO ME! [screaming] FUCKING LISTEN TO ME! OH MY GOD FUCK YOU ALL, YOU DON'T FUCKING LISTEN TO ME, THIS IS TOO HARD! OH MY GOD, NO ONE HAS ANY RESPECT FOR ME, JEEEESUS WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ALL OF YOU?"
now I'll draw it back to the point. I am the editor. she wants my position because she can't have it and she knows it. but hell if she doesn't try. from a note c wrote me in that same period:
if you want her to do anything just say you want to do it & she will.
I believe she would call this a "quirk". I also believe I would call it "obnoxious".
today was our club fair. in special school event terms it means the entire academy went to mass in our poorly-lit gym and then we all ate lunch on a grassy knoll [read: pavement, about ten square feet of dewy grass, and three picnic tables]. after that, it was time for a representative from each club to stand up and entice people to join by offering food. the newspaper will involve bribing people with food, but we didn't tell them that. also I think our announcement was a bit awkward [c, since you're the only one that reads this, I don't just mean your A/8 fuckup, I know I rambled too much and basically failed to express my point as desired], but, y'know, at least we taped up flyers.
the only thing is last night ava tried to micromanage the newspaper over facebook. oh christ. mind you, this was AFTER c and I spent two hours planning over the phone, and during that time we called her and offered her a position in advance. WHICH SHE DECLINED. and now she thinks she owns the paper. oh christ. spare me, will you? she gave both c and I the cold shoulder for most of the day, which failed to express anything.
except "christ, what an asshole".
[note: this was during our half-hour break in between periods 3 and 5. it is not lunch. lunch is in between 6 and 7. it sounds like a scheduling derp but it's actually quite awesome.]
A Conversation Straight From The Gay Table
me: "sorry we're late..."
ava: "WHERE WERE YOU GUYS?"
[she was really mad we missed being in the cafeteria for fourth period yesterday. ok, can I help it if I needed to "decorate" my locker and c takes approximately a year to pack up for any given class? but I promised ava that c and I would be in the caf. I kind of forgot we needed to talk to ms. butler. and yes, ava was literally yelling.]
c: "sorry, we had to go see ms. butler."
ava: "WHO'S MS. BUTLER?"
me: "exactly..."
[ms. butler doesn't actually teach anything. she sits in an office all day and does... something for the school. I don't know what.]
c: we're starting up the newspaper again.
ava: you guys have a newspaper? [slightly glares] what's it called, music weekly?
[OH PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE YOU ARE BACK]
we made an effort to explain that it was the school newspaper and would not involve any musical selections circa 1989 if we could help it. she brightened at this, then asked if she could help, "unless you guys DON'T WANT ME TO [/gloom]". this is where we made the mistake of being all "oh sure you can help!!"
she then promptly decided she was going to TAKE THE FUCK OVER.
ava: "can I write? well, I don't want to write. I want to write whatever I want and can I also read people's articles like to see if they flooow?"
c: "ava, that's what an editor does."
I would have let her have the editor position. I really would. except I have a clear, fulfillable ambition for what I want to do when I grow up, unlike the fucking gay table. I really, really want to be an editor. and I have a talent for it, I KNOW this. know what else this ties into? the academy's drama club. I know that sounds like a tangent, but bear with me here. I love working on stage crew. I have stage manager power, and I'm pretty damn good at not freaking out too much. ava has also been on stage crew at the academy. she's been specially trained to do the lighting, while I'm Official Stage Manager. guess what position she wants? stage manager. why? because I have it. now, can you imagine her as a stage manager? "GUYS LISTEN TO ME. LISTEN TO ME! [screaming] FUCKING LISTEN TO ME! OH MY GOD FUCK YOU ALL, YOU DON'T FUCKING LISTEN TO ME, THIS IS TOO HARD! OH MY GOD, NO ONE HAS ANY RESPECT FOR ME, JEEEESUS WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ALL OF YOU?"
now I'll draw it back to the point. I am the editor. she wants my position because she can't have it and she knows it. but hell if she doesn't try. from a note c wrote me in that same period:
if you want her to do anything just say you want to do it & she will.
I believe she would call this a "quirk". I also believe I would call it "obnoxious".
today was our club fair. in special school event terms it means the entire academy went to mass in our poorly-lit gym and then we all ate lunch on a grassy knoll [read: pavement, about ten square feet of dewy grass, and three picnic tables]. after that, it was time for a representative from each club to stand up and entice people to join by offering food. the newspaper will involve bribing people with food, but we didn't tell them that. also I think our announcement was a bit awkward [c, since you're the only one that reads this, I don't just mean your A/8 fuckup, I know I rambled too much and basically failed to express my point as desired], but, y'know, at least we taped up flyers.
the only thing is last night ava tried to micromanage the newspaper over facebook. oh christ. mind you, this was AFTER c and I spent two hours planning over the phone, and during that time we called her and offered her a position in advance. WHICH SHE DECLINED. and now she thinks she owns the paper. oh christ. spare me, will you? she gave both c and I the cold shoulder for most of the day, which failed to express anything.
except "christ, what an asshole".
14.8.10
the customer is NOT always right
a list of the top 10 types of people [or just people] I hate the most at my job. this also features the particular hell that went on last week, which is at #1. not to say there aren't some really nice people [I have a particular bond with dudes in ac/dc shirts and crazy cat ladies, it would seem], but overall, most of the people suck.
10. people who ignore me when I try to talk to them - do you want this in plastic? um... excuse me... EXCUSE ME MR. EXCUSE ME! EXCUSE ME??? DO YOU WANT THIS IN PLASTIC OH MY GOD I WANT TO KILL YOU
9. my boss - oh god this guy. today he told me not to cross my legs. at least I think that's what he was saying. he doesn't speak english very well. in his words, it was "stand straight, remember, don't close your legs." right, I won't close my legs.
8. people who set their screaming children right next to me - this right here is why I hate kids.
7. people using food stamps who have really fancy phones and manicures - do I have to?
6. people who buy enough food to feed the russian army and then look at me like it's my fault I can't bag at the speed of light - oh, I'm sure you have somewhere to be. shouldn't have counted on the grocery store being a fast job, hmm? it never is. so stop looking at me like that or I'll put these cans on top of the bread.
5. people who complain about their bags being too heavy - okay, look, if I can lift it with one hand it's not fucking heavy. I have no muscles whatsoever so stfu.
4. people who want their shit in paper bags INSIDE plastic bags - HUMANITY IS DE-EVOLVING BECAUSE OF YOU.
3. people who buy large quantities of meat - please just stop. especially when it's bloody or shredded. raw meat in general makes me want to throw up, but DO YOU HAVE TO PUT SO MUCH OF IT TOGETHER? it's not even any particular types of meat, except for...:
2. people who buy semi-boneless legs of lamb - do you even know how hard it is to hold a semi-boneless leg of lamb and not think "well I'm holding a severed limb of a dead baby sheep"? also, "semi-boneless" does not protect from the sickening crack that is bone meeting metal if you accidentally drop it. gaaah.
1. the bitchface - I see this woman every week, usually one register over from me. she. must. die. she is like the solo embodiment of the most racist queer-bashing bands they can find. she only came to my register once, and I made the mistake of biting a hangnail. she freaked out and demanded I didn't touch anything else, then yelled at the manager when he came over. and then proceeded to leave without paying for anything. so we had to clean up a whole register full of shit. this is the kind of person who champions pta meetings and fears rock & roll because it makes kids into school shooters. she must die.
10. people who ignore me when I try to talk to them - do you want this in plastic? um... excuse me... EXCUSE ME MR. EXCUSE ME! EXCUSE ME??? DO YOU WANT THIS IN PLASTIC OH MY GOD I WANT TO KILL YOU
9. my boss - oh god this guy. today he told me not to cross my legs. at least I think that's what he was saying. he doesn't speak english very well. in his words, it was "stand straight, remember, don't close your legs." right, I won't close my legs.
8. people who set their screaming children right next to me - this right here is why I hate kids.
7. people using food stamps who have really fancy phones and manicures - do I have to?
6. people who buy enough food to feed the russian army and then look at me like it's my fault I can't bag at the speed of light - oh, I'm sure you have somewhere to be. shouldn't have counted on the grocery store being a fast job, hmm? it never is. so stop looking at me like that or I'll put these cans on top of the bread.
5. people who complain about their bags being too heavy - okay, look, if I can lift it with one hand it's not fucking heavy. I have no muscles whatsoever so stfu.
4. people who want their shit in paper bags INSIDE plastic bags - HUMANITY IS DE-EVOLVING BECAUSE OF YOU.
3. people who buy large quantities of meat - please just stop. especially when it's bloody or shredded. raw meat in general makes me want to throw up, but DO YOU HAVE TO PUT SO MUCH OF IT TOGETHER? it's not even any particular types of meat, except for...:
2. people who buy semi-boneless legs of lamb - do you even know how hard it is to hold a semi-boneless leg of lamb and not think "well I'm holding a severed limb of a dead baby sheep"? also, "semi-boneless" does not protect from the sickening crack that is bone meeting metal if you accidentally drop it. gaaah.
1. the bitchface - I see this woman every week, usually one register over from me. she. must. die. she is like the solo embodiment of the most racist queer-bashing bands they can find. she only came to my register once, and I made the mistake of biting a hangnail. she freaked out and demanded I didn't touch anything else, then yelled at the manager when he came over. and then proceeded to leave without paying for anything. so we had to clean up a whole register full of shit. this is the kind of person who champions pta meetings and fears rock & roll because it makes kids into school shooters. she must die.
11.8.10
margarita mix, the game of life, dinosaur jr, and no sleep ['til brooklyn]
the drinky-drinky party is over. we have all survived, as expected. also as expected I feel like utter and complete shit, but we'll get to that. oh, and this post will be really long because I didn't sleep and a lot of shit went on.
I brought c to shane's house. the "party" was well underway. and by "well underway", this time I mean "watching forrest gump". and then when forrest gump was over, watching I am sam. ava and her sister arrived 3/4 of the way through forrest gump and were all like "HAS JENNY DIED YET?" they both really hate jenny, apparently.
drinks were made! we were all given a plastic martini glass. I'll take a picture of mine later. [oh, procrastination. so good at this.] we had a good time washing them out every time we wanted a new drink. we went through pitchers of sangria, margaritas, mojitos, strawberry daiquiris [which ava was REALLY enthusiastic about], and pina coladas. c and shane and I ended up playing life at 1 am, and that was when they fed us the mojitos, which was not the greatest decision ever, but we'll get to that.
after I am sam was over, someone brought out guitar hero! oh man. shane regaled us with the tale of how she ended up with two guitars and a microphone and drums, so... long story short, we played a few rounds of guitar hero. we suuuucked. I mostly played bass [since I want to in real life]. I think everyone got to sing a song of their choosing except c, who really wanted dinosaur jr, but no one would put up with the trippy speedups. we were left alone because we were determined to play it. this was a weird situation, seeing as 99% of the time it's like "oh my god, guys, STOP BEING ANTISOCIAL, GET OVER HERE AND TALK TO US ABOUT GLEE!"
then it was 1 am and somehow we were playing the game of life. we being me, shane, and c. everyone else was playing world of warcraft [no, I don't understand either]. oh, that was fun. I won because I cheated. they gave me a mojito, which was apparently really funny to watch.
me: "this isn't another fucking girly drink, is it?"
mary: "no, it's a mojito!"
me: "girly." -takes a sip- "NOT... GIRLY..."
mary: -laughs at my misfortune-
man I don't even know if that minty shit was necessary. at least not at 1 in the morning when I had just won life by selling off my children to shane but collecting the retirement bonuses anyway.
everyone was sent down to shane's room, and everyone except c, mary, and me went into a different room to "contact" things with the ever-present group ouija board. that thing needs to die already. the group I was in instead watched the paid programming channels. infomercials at 2 am are VERY, VERY FUNNY. c kept scrolling through the channels until we found the telenova one!
spanish soap opera + 2 am + us = ???
it featured lots of crying people and an overenthusiastic man. oh dear lord I don't remember much of it but I know it was great. eventually we were told to stfu and everyone migrated back into shane's room. we talked a lot! we vowed to stay up as late as possible [bad idea]. I ventured upstairs several times, because apparently I was the only one not freaked out by the prospect of going up to a very obviously empty [and creepy-looking] kitchen late at night. so I ended up bringing many things downstairs, including but not limited to: 2 bottles of soda, 6 martini glasses, 1 bag of chips, 1 tin of dip, and 1 cat.
that is why I feel like shit. I drank the entire bottle of ginger ale. everyone else had some kind of fruit punch thing, and no one wanted the ginger ale. at 2 am it seemed like a good decision... I mean, I love ginger ale and no one else wanted it. by 7 I was like "uuuuuuuuuuuughhhhhhhh". yeah, not pleasant.
ava had the fantastic idea that we should all sing songs that were on our ipods! I came up with this. when the whole thing dissipated into a cacophony of six people all singing different songs at once I thought to myself, "depeche mode would be great now." this song is insane at 3 or 4 am or whatever it was. I had c listen to my favorite mode song, and she practically had a seizure over how amazing it was. we were all really, really tired. then ava said, "guys, I have an idea. I'm gonna get my musical education just by listening to you two talking."
shhhhiiiiiiitttttt.
ava is notoriously famous for hating EVERYTHING that isn't ass-rock [c asked me to define ass-rock. here you go: ASSFUCKINGROCK] or jesus-rock or people with "perfect" voices or the latest muse cd [because they were in twilight, see? everything before twilight sucks though!]. it being somewhere between 4:30 and 6 am now, my protecting-my-favorite-songs-from-abuse senses kicked into hyperdrive. she asked what we had been listening to and I reluctantly told her. c explained that it was all synths, and ava asked, "so it's like owl city then?" yeah, that about did it. I was PISSED then. REALLY PISSED. and really tired.
at 6:30, c, ava, and I got up and went outside. the sun had risen and the clouds were all pretty. it was really nice. shortly thereafter I began feeling like shit and curled up into a little ball on the floor and slept for half an hour.
good party. relatively drama-free. hopefully ava can't figure out how to spell depeche.
edit:
also, because shane and mary have short attention spans, they drifted off while ava was talking sometime last night. ava was infuriated by this and began to spout complete nonsense ending in "I'LL JUST KEEP DOING THIS BECAUSE NO ONE'S LISTENING TO ME."
jesus, some people can't handle the pressure.
I brought c to shane's house. the "party" was well underway. and by "well underway", this time I mean "watching forrest gump". and then when forrest gump was over, watching I am sam. ava and her sister arrived 3/4 of the way through forrest gump and were all like "HAS JENNY DIED YET?" they both really hate jenny, apparently.
drinks were made! we were all given a plastic martini glass. I'll take a picture of mine later. [oh, procrastination. so good at this.] we had a good time washing them out every time we wanted a new drink. we went through pitchers of sangria, margaritas, mojitos, strawberry daiquiris [which ava was REALLY enthusiastic about], and pina coladas. c and shane and I ended up playing life at 1 am, and that was when they fed us the mojitos, which was not the greatest decision ever, but we'll get to that.
after I am sam was over, someone brought out guitar hero! oh man. shane regaled us with the tale of how she ended up with two guitars and a microphone and drums, so... long story short, we played a few rounds of guitar hero. we suuuucked. I mostly played bass [since I want to in real life]. I think everyone got to sing a song of their choosing except c, who really wanted dinosaur jr, but no one would put up with the trippy speedups. we were left alone because we were determined to play it. this was a weird situation, seeing as 99% of the time it's like "oh my god, guys, STOP BEING ANTISOCIAL, GET OVER HERE AND TALK TO US ABOUT GLEE!"
then it was 1 am and somehow we were playing the game of life. we being me, shane, and c. everyone else was playing world of warcraft [no, I don't understand either]. oh, that was fun. I won because I cheated. they gave me a mojito, which was apparently really funny to watch.
me: "this isn't another fucking girly drink, is it?"
mary: "no, it's a mojito!"
me: "girly." -takes a sip- "NOT... GIRLY..."
mary: -laughs at my misfortune-
man I don't even know if that minty shit was necessary. at least not at 1 in the morning when I had just won life by selling off my children to shane but collecting the retirement bonuses anyway.
everyone was sent down to shane's room, and everyone except c, mary, and me went into a different room to "contact" things with the ever-present group ouija board. that thing needs to die already. the group I was in instead watched the paid programming channels. infomercials at 2 am are VERY, VERY FUNNY. c kept scrolling through the channels until we found the telenova one!
spanish soap opera + 2 am + us = ???
it featured lots of crying people and an overenthusiastic man. oh dear lord I don't remember much of it but I know it was great. eventually we were told to stfu and everyone migrated back into shane's room. we talked a lot! we vowed to stay up as late as possible [bad idea]. I ventured upstairs several times, because apparently I was the only one not freaked out by the prospect of going up to a very obviously empty [and creepy-looking] kitchen late at night. so I ended up bringing many things downstairs, including but not limited to: 2 bottles of soda, 6 martini glasses, 1 bag of chips, 1 tin of dip, and 1 cat.
that is why I feel like shit. I drank the entire bottle of ginger ale. everyone else had some kind of fruit punch thing, and no one wanted the ginger ale. at 2 am it seemed like a good decision... I mean, I love ginger ale and no one else wanted it. by 7 I was like "uuuuuuuuuuuughhhhhhhh". yeah, not pleasant.
ava had the fantastic idea that we should all sing songs that were on our ipods! I came up with this. when the whole thing dissipated into a cacophony of six people all singing different songs at once I thought to myself, "depeche mode would be great now." this song is insane at 3 or 4 am or whatever it was. I had c listen to my favorite mode song, and she practically had a seizure over how amazing it was. we were all really, really tired. then ava said, "guys, I have an idea. I'm gonna get my musical education just by listening to you two talking."
shhhhiiiiiiitttttt.
ava is notoriously famous for hating EVERYTHING that isn't ass-rock [c asked me to define ass-rock. here you go: ASSFUCKINGROCK] or jesus-rock or people with "perfect" voices or the latest muse cd [because they were in twilight, see? everything before twilight sucks though!]. it being somewhere between 4:30 and 6 am now, my protecting-my-favorite-songs-from-abuse senses kicked into hyperdrive. she asked what we had been listening to and I reluctantly told her. c explained that it was all synths, and ava asked, "so it's like owl city then?" yeah, that about did it. I was PISSED then. REALLY PISSED. and really tired.
at 6:30, c, ava, and I got up and went outside. the sun had risen and the clouds were all pretty. it was really nice. shortly thereafter I began feeling like shit and curled up into a little ball on the floor and slept for half an hour.
good party. relatively drama-free. hopefully ava can't figure out how to spell depeche.
edit:
also, because shane and mary have short attention spans, they drifted off while ava was talking sometime last night. ava was infuriated by this and began to spout complete nonsense ending in "I'LL JUST KEEP DOING THIS BECAUSE NO ONE'S LISTENING TO ME."
jesus, some people can't handle the pressure.
3.8.10
ASDFGHJKL; ANOTHER UPDATE.
C (10:15:09 PM): also, I have actually got word on the drinky-drinky party, as you put it
C (10:15:16 PM): it has been rescheduled to august 10th
L (10:15:20 PM): WTF
C (10:15:22 PM): so now you can show up too in case they forgot about you
L (10:15:43 PM): oh, yaaaaaay!
YOU PEOPLE ALL SUCK.
C (10:15:16 PM): it has been rescheduled to august 10th
L (10:15:20 PM): WTF
C (10:15:22 PM): so now you can show up too in case they forgot about you
L (10:15:43 PM): oh, yaaaaaay!
YOU PEOPLE ALL SUCK.
community service #2 + drama update
today c and I, along with a sophomore I've never before talked to, were assigned to help the nun who teaches art move shit around. I SWEAR TO GOD THAT'S ALL WE EVER DO. she apparently still remembers my unfortunate mishap during volunteer week last year, when I sorta flooded her kitchen a little bit. jesus, I didn't even remember that.
our first task: "this box of embroidery thread is out of order. let's put it in order. NO, YOU'RE DOING IT WRONG."
"are we supposed to put the individual packets in order?"
"NO."
"oh, then do we move the drawers?"
"NO. we're moving the shelves."
in the end they were in "order". nobody understood the system, really. except the nun.
task #2: planting plants. nobody screwed this up, actually. not in a huge way, anyway.
task #3: JEWELRY. I will fully admit to not having any idea what the hell was going on with the jewelry, but it involved pins. lots and lots of pins.
the nun then released us, and we were told to go up to the library. now, our school library is a massive piece of failure. it is in a gym. the shelves themselves take up like ten percent of the gym. the rest of it is wide open space. and couches. then the library is about 65% outdated nonfiction, 30% pvg-y or required-reading fiction, and 5% encyclopedias. as a result, not many people end up actually in the shelves and instead spend their time with the many couches. C and I spend a lot of time in the actual library bit, so we know our way around it. being paranoid, we set out checking to make sure none of the excellently outdated books we so love [like UFOS are Serious Business! and Nuclear War: What's In It For You?] hadn't been stolen or pulled or anything.
and then I decided to get a bit creative and long story short we got locked in a fucking stairwell that, judging from the musty smell, hadn't been opened in years. I was so thrilled when the one unlocked door [besides the one that DEFINITELY led to some kind of Place To Hide The Bodies] turned out to not be an emergency exit.
I don't remember a ton from today. I shelved books for two and a half hours at my library-job. that was exciting. I also ran into this napoleon-dynamite-esque guy who stalked me in 8th grade. that was pretty freaking creepy.
edit:
me: "I saw ____ at the library today."
my mom: "how is he?"
me: "uh, good. he showed me pictures of his friends and then he took my picture. that was weird."
my dad [utilizing a jon heder voice]: "'this is a Lissa... it's probably my favorite animal'"
another edit:
from my good friend wikiquote.
-----
oh, but I did promise a drama update.
remember ava's epic idea [all her ideas are "epic"] about the surprise-mary-party? yeah, it's still on, but now we're going to a freaking amusement park as well. and every time I say something in the thread, she's like, "FINE. JUST GET THERE." in a way that implies she's envisioning stabbing me in the face. she does not do this to anyone else. though I will give her credit: her last facebook status was "is a little depressed", which, in her terms, means "will dismember you if you look at her".
no word on the drinky-drinky party. these people suck at planning.
our first task: "this box of embroidery thread is out of order. let's put it in order. NO, YOU'RE DOING IT WRONG."
"are we supposed to put the individual packets in order?"
"NO."
"oh, then do we move the drawers?"
"NO. we're moving the shelves."
in the end they were in "order". nobody understood the system, really. except the nun.
task #2: planting plants. nobody screwed this up, actually. not in a huge way, anyway.
task #3: JEWELRY. I will fully admit to not having any idea what the hell was going on with the jewelry, but it involved pins. lots and lots of pins.
the nun then released us, and we were told to go up to the library. now, our school library is a massive piece of failure. it is in a gym. the shelves themselves take up like ten percent of the gym. the rest of it is wide open space. and couches. then the library is about 65% outdated nonfiction, 30% pvg-y or required-reading fiction, and 5% encyclopedias. as a result, not many people end up actually in the shelves and instead spend their time with the many couches. C and I spend a lot of time in the actual library bit, so we know our way around it. being paranoid, we set out checking to make sure none of the excellently outdated books we so love [like UFOS are Serious Business! and Nuclear War: What's In It For You?] hadn't been stolen or pulled or anything.
and then I decided to get a bit creative and long story short we got locked in a fucking stairwell that, judging from the musty smell, hadn't been opened in years. I was so thrilled when the one unlocked door [besides the one that DEFINITELY led to some kind of Place To Hide The Bodies] turned out to not be an emergency exit.
I don't remember a ton from today. I shelved books for two and a half hours at my library-job. that was exciting. I also ran into this napoleon-dynamite-esque guy who stalked me in 8th grade. that was pretty freaking creepy.
edit:
me: "I saw ____ at the library today."
my mom: "how is he?"
me: "uh, good. he showed me pictures of his friends and then he took my picture. that was weird."
my dad [utilizing a jon heder voice]: "'this is a Lissa... it's probably my favorite animal'"
another edit:
from my good friend wikiquote.
Deb: What are you drawing?
Napoleon: A liger.
Deb: What's a liger?
Napoleon: It's pretty much my favorite animal. It's like a lion and a tiger mixed... bred for its skills in magic.
-----
oh, but I did promise a drama update.
remember ava's epic idea [all her ideas are "epic"] about the surprise-mary-party? yeah, it's still on, but now we're going to a freaking amusement park as well. and every time I say something in the thread, she's like, "FINE. JUST GET THERE." in a way that implies she's envisioning stabbing me in the face. she does not do this to anyone else. though I will give her credit: her last facebook status was "is a little depressed", which, in her terms, means "will dismember you if you look at her".
no word on the drinky-drinky party. these people suck at planning.
20.7.10
we don't need you anymore!
just a warning: the title of this post has NOTHING to do with the contents.
C and I have been discussing the sleepover and the big sharefest that went on. she apparently noticed some things that I didn't. so here they are.
1) WTF Relationships
why exactly did the defunct relationship of shane & mary need to be brought up? I might as well summarize its shittiness... but yeah, it was unnecessary for it to be brought up, because now mary is once again mad. and she does not get outwardly mad easily.
the abridged tale of their relationship: for all of freshman year shane was fixated on mary. mary had a [I really want to say little lamb] boyfriend. by the time mary dumped said boyfriend, shane was already getting over her [so she says]. they went out for 3 months and mary became a creepy rrpof windup doll. shane ditched mary in favor of other pursuits [like jennifer aniston], making mary very depressed. a fucking year goes by, which is where we are NOW, and she's still depressed. fuckshitdamn. this all makes ava very angry. "YOU WERE LEADING MARY ON!!" she says.
2) She's Not A Flower
she's not a flower is a great MTX song about the terrible cliches in love songs. C has sort of adopted the phrase to explain how it is that people continually don't understand that she's uh, a person, not some kind of cutesy innocent soulless emotionless robot with suppressed homicidal and/or homosexual tendencies. it was explained... and the group didn't get it. ah well. I have faith that one day someone will snap.
3) Type 2 Drama
this... leads me to believe that ava cannot grasp simple concepts. she asked at least five times [that's a lot more than it sounds] if we wanted our friendship to DIE. she also mentioned many more times that she wants things to be like they were at the beginning of freshman year. we explained the impossibility of that every time she brought it up, and still she does not get it.
C also mentioned that she doesn't seem to understand that people get angry if you repeatedly ask "GUYS??? DO YOU WANT OUR FRIENDSHIP TO DIE???" because, as shane had pointed out to her face, nobody fucking knows how to answer that.
it's times like these that make me wonder why the hell I'm friends with these people.
C and I have been discussing the sleepover and the big sharefest that went on. she apparently noticed some things that I didn't. so here they are.
1) WTF Relationships
why exactly did the defunct relationship of shane & mary need to be brought up? I might as well summarize its shittiness... but yeah, it was unnecessary for it to be brought up, because now mary is once again mad. and she does not get outwardly mad easily.
the abridged tale of their relationship: for all of freshman year shane was fixated on mary. mary had a [I really want to say little lamb] boyfriend. by the time mary dumped said boyfriend, shane was already getting over her [so she says]. they went out for 3 months and mary became a creepy rrpof windup doll. shane ditched mary in favor of other pursuits [like jennifer aniston], making mary very depressed. a fucking year goes by, which is where we are NOW, and she's still depressed. fuckshitdamn. this all makes ava very angry. "YOU WERE LEADING MARY ON!!" she says.
2) She's Not A Flower
she's not a flower is a great MTX song about the terrible cliches in love songs. C has sort of adopted the phrase to explain how it is that people continually don't understand that she's uh, a person, not some kind of cutesy innocent soulless emotionless robot with suppressed homicidal and/or homosexual tendencies. it was explained... and the group didn't get it. ah well. I have faith that one day someone will snap.
3) Type 2 Drama
this... leads me to believe that ava cannot grasp simple concepts. she asked at least five times [that's a lot more than it sounds] if we wanted our friendship to DIE. she also mentioned many more times that she wants things to be like they were at the beginning of freshman year. we explained the impossibility of that every time she brought it up, and still she does not get it.
C also mentioned that she doesn't seem to understand that people get angry if you repeatedly ask "GUYS??? DO YOU WANT OUR FRIENDSHIP TO DIE???" because, as shane had pointed out to her face, nobody fucking knows how to answer that.
it's times like these that make me wonder why the hell I'm friends with these people.
7.7.10
dial tone, dial tone, dial tone
I've not been forgotten by the Gay Table, it would seem, even though no contact has been made with any of them all summer thus far.
yesterday the only non-gay member of the table (besides C and I, but I don't think we count) called me. I've known her since second grade, when she latched onto me because I was The New Kid. and she has not stopped. let's put it this way, she thinks taylor swift is punk. [edit: I was raised to know the clash et al. before I was exposed to radio disney. the term punk should not be used lightly around me until I know you actually give a shit.]
so she calls me and like any good person I mute the phone. then my good samaritan brother of course has to answer it and I am forced to talk to this girl whose only redeeming quality is a pool. I only slightly exaggerate--she can find fault with ANYTHING. or anyone. I just looked up some generic names and I think we'll call her emma.
me: "hello?"
her: "I AM SO BORED."
I detest people who do this.
me: "really. well, it's summer..."
her: "what are you doing today?"
oh jesus. "working at the library."
indignantly: "you still do that?"
"I just started three weeks ago."
"oh." FAIL.
the rest of our one-sided conversation revealed not much, except that the gayest of the gays (we'll call her shane after that l word character she babbles on about so much) still might be leaving the school next year. this has been an ongoing threat for two years or so, because not only does the family not have enough money, shane doesn't give a fuck and her grades are terrible. so it's not a surprise.
eventually she said she had to go because her neighbor, who she hates "SO MUCH!!!", was coming over to take advantage of the pool. it was pretty fucking hot yesterday.
two of The Table down, two to go. I'll talk about them when they come up.
also, justin bieber + north korea = I love the internet.
yesterday the only non-gay member of the table (besides C and I, but I don't think we count) called me. I've known her since second grade, when she latched onto me because I was The New Kid. and she has not stopped. let's put it this way, she thinks taylor swift is punk. [edit: I was raised to know the clash et al. before I was exposed to radio disney. the term punk should not be used lightly around me until I know you actually give a shit.]
so she calls me and like any good person I mute the phone. then my good samaritan brother of course has to answer it and I am forced to talk to this girl whose only redeeming quality is a pool. I only slightly exaggerate--she can find fault with ANYTHING. or anyone. I just looked up some generic names and I think we'll call her emma.
me: "hello?"
her: "I AM SO BORED."
I detest people who do this.
me: "really. well, it's summer..."
her: "what are you doing today?"
oh jesus. "working at the library."
indignantly: "you still do that?"
"I just started three weeks ago."
"oh." FAIL.
the rest of our one-sided conversation revealed not much, except that the gayest of the gays (we'll call her shane after that l word character she babbles on about so much) still might be leaving the school next year. this has been an ongoing threat for two years or so, because not only does the family not have enough money, shane doesn't give a fuck and her grades are terrible. so it's not a surprise.
eventually she said she had to go because her neighbor, who she hates "SO MUCH!!!", was coming over to take advantage of the pool. it was pretty fucking hot yesterday.
two of The Table down, two to go. I'll talk about them when they come up.
also, justin bieber + north korea = I love the internet.
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