I'll give you three guesses and the first two don't count.
I have been editing this bitch of a newspaper. most of the articles are in. most of them have stunning grammar and spelling, such as "Wouldn't you want to start you fridays off good!" and "Math Leets" [I stared at this for about five minutes thinking "mathletes? MATHLETES? oh god, how did these people pass freshman english?"]
I said "most of the articles". emma and ava are still going with their feud. did I mention ava wants the story to end as a "psychological thriller", while emma wants "peace and understanding"? [those were verbatim.] this is a catholic school, mind you. I'd love to see how that one turns out.
but all this gorgeousness was overshadowed by a Special School Event, the very first of the year [and probably the biggest of the year]. yes. my school makes a bigger holiday out of united nations day than halloween, christmas, and the feast day of st. therese combined. we all get assigned a country. then the countries beat the shit out of each other.
my homeroom got barbados. why? because "the flag is pretty". c's got russia, because greenland wasn't a viable option.
turns out rihanna is from barbados. I got to hear more rihanna today than I have in the last five years. THE SAMPLING, OH MY GOD. I may or may not have heard republica [not sure] and soft cell [definitely] being butchered. I had my nail polish stolen and then returned to me by three different people.
then we went into the badly lit gym and all the countries beat the shit out of each other with bouncy balls. the main point of this part of the day was to spend an hour screaming at the top of your lungs and being deafened by the sounds of 200 other screaming girls. cymbals were suggestively hit. drums were suggestively beat. I heard the word "SENIORS" screamed so many times that my ears bled. [same goes for "JUNIORS" and "FRESHMEN" and "SOPHOMORES".]
okay, so maybe I have no school spirit. but holy hell, I've been going here for three years and THIS IS STILL REALLY WEIRD. as one of the soviet russians in c's homeroom remarked, "it wasn't as fun this year as it was in freshman year... FRESHMAN YEAR WAS AWESOME, WE HAD EGGS."
I better get back to editing now.
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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.
16.9.10
failwagon!
WHAT THE HELL, GUYS? are you all serious? I am so not used to everyone speaking to each other in a friendly manner and nothing being on fire... christ, what is this?
last night mary called me to inform me that one of our many transfer students felt Left Out. mary knows her from middle school or something so she sits at our table, when really--she watches jersey shore and listens to the jonas brothers--she should be at a pvg table. she knows nothing of mary's shane-affair, which I find interesting. I mean, the whole school knows about it. there are like 180 people, it's not that hard to spread rumors. or facts, as the case is.
anyway I'm going to call said transfer student britney! after britney spears! [and also my annoying neighbor who thinks she can sing.] damn, I wish I could've called her mary, but my logic for calling mary mary was too good. [damn, I'll shut up.] in any case we had britney move to the middle of the lunch table so she was in the middle of all the conversations. it didn't really work, but at one point mary remarked "this is just like it was at the beginning of freshman year!" and right there I saw ava's eyes light up like she'd just gotten a bb gun on christmas. yeah yeah, dream on.
speaking of ava, I was thinking about giving her a short piece of my non-blog-related writing. before this week I hadn't given any of my writing to anyone, but then I gave c a bit of my nanowrimo piece and a short based on this song. ah... well, if it happens, she'll probably trash whatever it is anyway. I have to be careful.
OKAY THAT WAS A RAMBLE. sorry. here are some quick facts:
I'm hosting a sleepover next saturday. expect posting.
emma absences: 2
shane absences: 1
your move.
last night mary called me to inform me that one of our many transfer students felt Left Out. mary knows her from middle school or something so she sits at our table, when really--she watches jersey shore and listens to the jonas brothers--she should be at a pvg table. she knows nothing of mary's shane-affair, which I find interesting. I mean, the whole school knows about it. there are like 180 people, it's not that hard to spread rumors. or facts, as the case is.
anyway I'm going to call said transfer student britney! after britney spears! [and also my annoying neighbor who thinks she can sing.] damn, I wish I could've called her mary, but my logic for calling mary mary was too good. [damn, I'll shut up.] in any case we had britney move to the middle of the lunch table so she was in the middle of all the conversations. it didn't really work, but at one point mary remarked "this is just like it was at the beginning of freshman year!" and right there I saw ava's eyes light up like she'd just gotten a bb gun on christmas. yeah yeah, dream on.
speaking of ava, I was thinking about giving her a short piece of my non-blog-related writing. before this week I hadn't given any of my writing to anyone, but then I gave c a bit of my nanowrimo piece and a short based on this song. ah... well, if it happens, she'll probably trash whatever it is anyway. I have to be careful.
OKAY THAT WAS A RAMBLE. sorry. here are some quick facts:
I'm hosting a sleepover next saturday. expect posting.
emma absences: 2
shane absences: 1
your move.
15.9.10
what?!
the drama-free days continue. today at lunch we all got along like a normal table. it was really, really weird.
as such I have nothing much to write a post about.
days shane has missed: 1. days emma has missed: 0. again... WEIRD.
as such I have nothing much to write a post about.
days shane has missed: 1. days emma has missed: 0. again... WEIRD.
3.9.10
I forgot a title, excuuuuuuse me
apologies for that lack of posting. I did get my schedule! and I did stand in the academy's humid and absolutely packed "library" for an hour and a half in hopes of actually buying my textbooks!
my schedule is made out of happiness and suicidal ideation in equal parts. I have five [possibly 6, I'll let her elaborate on that if she chooses to] classes with c, and my theology teacher is indeed the guitar-playing nun instead of mrs. babiez. praise god.
on the other hand, I looked through some of the books we'll be reading. namely the theology ones. they all look super classy. of course, one trashes the hippies [we have at least one book every year like that] and one is entirely about the mystery of femininity and how We Have The Power over guys, yet our only purpose in life is to have babiez and more babiez. uuuugh I don't like learning this for a grade.
while traipsing around the building I noticed that sometime when I wasn't looking they put even more decals around. pretty soon this place is going to be famous for all the shit they've plastered on their walls. we have a huge bust of some saint sticking out of the wall quite precariously OVER a staircase, as well as "inspirational" quotes painted or iron-on-transferred onto the walls. sure, we have some from the founder of the school and the obligatory eleanor roosevelt wisdom and bible passages, but one is from shrek, and one is a badly reworded kurt cobain quote with no attribution. that's right girlies, shrek is the path to jesus, but grunge will make you shoot yourself.
shane isn't in any of my classes. ava is in two, I think. I haven't heard from anyone else.
I say this year will be excellent.
today one of the librarians told me I should write a blog. I so wanted to laugh at that, but instead I smiled and nodded. I'll let her wonder...
edit: OH MY GOD, did I ever mention that shane is magically coming back to the academy anyway? if I did, well, I'm an idiot but forgive me because it's late.
my schedule is made out of happiness and suicidal ideation in equal parts. I have five [possibly 6, I'll let her elaborate on that if she chooses to] classes with c, and my theology teacher is indeed the guitar-playing nun instead of mrs. babiez. praise god.
on the other hand, I looked through some of the books we'll be reading. namely the theology ones. they all look super classy. of course, one trashes the hippies [we have at least one book every year like that] and one is entirely about the mystery of femininity and how We Have The Power over guys, yet our only purpose in life is to have babiez and more babiez. uuuugh I don't like learning this for a grade.
while traipsing around the building I noticed that sometime when I wasn't looking they put even more decals around. pretty soon this place is going to be famous for all the shit they've plastered on their walls. we have a huge bust of some saint sticking out of the wall quite precariously OVER a staircase, as well as "inspirational" quotes painted or iron-on-transferred onto the walls. sure, we have some from the founder of the school and the obligatory eleanor roosevelt wisdom and bible passages, but one is from shrek, and one is a badly reworded kurt cobain quote with no attribution. that's right girlies, shrek is the path to jesus, but grunge will make you shoot yourself.
shane isn't in any of my classes. ava is in two, I think. I haven't heard from anyone else.
I say this year will be excellent.
today one of the librarians told me I should write a blog. I so wanted to laugh at that, but instead I smiled and nodded. I'll let her wonder...
edit: OH MY GOD, did I ever mention that shane is magically coming back to the academy anyway? if I did, well, I'm an idiot but forgive me because it's late.
18.8.10
it's epic like a combination of harry potter and hot sexy vampires!
story time! this merits a new tag.
a couple years ago [like when I was in 7th grade] my mother got REALLY into ryan adams. as such she now had a new division of friends. before, it was the Springsteen People, who sometimes overlapped with the U2 People, and then the Pearl Jam People were a completely different story. but then she got a whole bunch of Indie Ryan Adams People.
giving into the peer pressure of said indie people, we got a subscription to paste. my mind was, like, blown. even if I didn't understand entirely what was going on with this, I found it amazing. eventually the subscription ran out and no one bothered to renew it. recently, though, I've been reading their website. [because, y'know, I actually know most of the bands now.] and I came across this. band names made passive-aggressive.
now here is where this becomes related. every one of those sounds like something ava would say in daily conversation [minus the fact that she's probably never heard of most of the bands]. I definitely heard the first one in her voice, punctuated by her trademark exasperated sigh. this explains so much. she's a passive-aggressive person, whether she realizes it or not. and she pretty much insists that she doesn't.
I really can't come up with a good conclusion for this. well, as I'm typing this I'm listening to the radio and "policy of truth" is on! this makes me happy. also, this paste article made both C and I cry with laughter.
I just realized the post title probably makes no sense. well, it makes sense to me.
a couple years ago [like when I was in 7th grade] my mother got REALLY into ryan adams. as such she now had a new division of friends. before, it was the Springsteen People, who sometimes overlapped with the U2 People, and then the Pearl Jam People were a completely different story. but then she got a whole bunch of Indie Ryan Adams People.
giving into the peer pressure of said indie people, we got a subscription to paste. my mind was, like, blown. even if I didn't understand entirely what was going on with this, I found it amazing. eventually the subscription ran out and no one bothered to renew it. recently, though, I've been reading their website. [because, y'know, I actually know most of the bands now.] and I came across this. band names made passive-aggressive.
now here is where this becomes related. every one of those sounds like something ava would say in daily conversation [minus the fact that she's probably never heard of most of the bands]. I definitely heard the first one in her voice, punctuated by her trademark exasperated sigh. this explains so much. she's a passive-aggressive person, whether she realizes it or not. and she pretty much insists that she doesn't.
I really can't come up with a good conclusion for this. well, as I'm typing this I'm listening to the radio and "policy of truth" is on! this makes me happy. also, this paste article made both C and I cry with laughter.
I just realized the post title probably makes no sense. well, it makes sense to me.
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.
7.8.10
I lied, sorry
so I lied, but it's late! it's almost sunday.
today was relatively drama-free. I don't understand. I got to mary's house straight out of my supermarket job [which was a particular HELL today, and I am definitely doing a post on it later], and everyone was already there. it was confirmed that the drinky-drinky party is on tuesday. we went about the routine birthday party functions, like eating cake and digging candle wax out of the frosting and opening presents. apparently I make the best cards. again, wtf. I mean, I wrote on a piece of construction paper...
we set off! about five minutes after we got to our local amusement park, emma declared that she had a Bad Migraine and so left. she was left alone with shane for a while though, which was bad, since apparently emma is mad at shane for "ignoring" her. oh, drama...
other than that, nothing much happened. there were a hell of a lot of lines though. really. long. lines.
today was relatively drama-free. I don't understand. I got to mary's house straight out of my supermarket job [which was a particular HELL today, and I am definitely doing a post on it later], and everyone was already there. it was confirmed that the drinky-drinky party is on tuesday. we went about the routine birthday party functions, like eating cake and digging candle wax out of the frosting and opening presents. apparently I make the best cards. again, wtf. I mean, I wrote on a piece of construction paper...
we set off! about five minutes after we got to our local amusement park, emma declared that she had a Bad Migraine and so left. she was left alone with shane for a while though, which was bad, since apparently emma is mad at shane for "ignoring" her. oh, drama...
other than that, nothing much happened. there were a hell of a lot of lines though. really. long. lines.
2.8.10
community service #1
c and I are doing community service week at the school. basically this is a nice way of saying "moving some shit around".
today we had the exciting job of moving books, books, and more books. we moved books from mrs. spanish teacher's room into her new room. [aside: we have two spanish teachers. mrs. spanish and sra. spanglish. we also have a french teacher, mme. russian. shit is fucked up] there were four or five other people from our class there. including the one who's going to be the valedictorian. overheard from her: "I'm good at painting because I'm anal." go team!
when we ran out of shit to move, we suddenly ran into sr. hitler [the "president" of the school. not the principal, the president. the principal is a whole different person] and mrs. babies. HOLY HELL THAT WAS TERRIFYING. c and I moved shit out of mrs. babies's office into her new room, which was mrs. spanish's old room.
it was less confusing than it sounds. mrs. babies has a lot of outdated books. we found one that mentioned keith and sid as prime examples of why you shouldn't do drugs. damn skippy! the thing was from 1993.
we also laughed at the catechism. she has at least three.
today we had the exciting job of moving books, books, and more books. we moved books from mrs. spanish teacher's room into her new room. [aside: we have two spanish teachers. mrs. spanish and sra. spanglish. we also have a french teacher, mme. russian. shit is fucked up] there were four or five other people from our class there. including the one who's going to be the valedictorian. overheard from her: "I'm good at painting because I'm anal." go team!
when we ran out of shit to move, we suddenly ran into sr. hitler [the "president" of the school. not the principal, the president. the principal is a whole different person] and mrs. babies. HOLY HELL THAT WAS TERRIFYING. c and I moved shit out of mrs. babies's office into her new room, which was mrs. spanish's old room.
it was less confusing than it sounds. mrs. babies has a lot of outdated books. we found one that mentioned keith and sid as prime examples of why you shouldn't do drugs. damn skippy! the thing was from 1993.
we also laughed at the catechism. she has at least three.
23.7.10
non-alcoholic alcoholism
I'm on the phone with shane as I'm typing this
she's planning a sleepover revolving around virgin versions of alcoholic drinks. what. this would only fly at the gay table I swear to god.
she also just said "I was watching sex & the city, which is a surprisingly good show."
what
I don't understand
she's planning a sleepover revolving around virgin versions of alcoholic drinks. what. this would only fly at the gay table I swear to god.
she also just said "I was watching sex & the city, which is a surprisingly good show."
what
I don't understand
21.7.10
update fail
allegedly, since mary's birthday is coming up, we're having a surprise party. joy.
I got this information first from C, then from ava when she called me for the third time in one day. best part? apparently ava asked C if I was mad at the rest of the group for "the things [they] said at the sleepover". wait huh what?
I'm not mad at them for pointing out that I piss off the world... I knew that...
I'm more confused now.
I got this information first from C, then from ava when she called me for the third time in one day. best part? apparently ava asked C if I was mad at the rest of the group for "the things [they] said at the sleepover". wait huh what?
I'm not mad at them for pointing out that I piss off the world... I knew that...
I'm more confused now.
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.
17.7.10
I have survived
so last night was interesting. interesting by the way of "at 3 AM I fell asleep on a stuffed duck and then was awakened by shane at 8". all my predictions came true, though, except for the one about the fire.
my cat is sitting on my sketchbook [which is a graph notebook that I draw in...], so I'm doing this post without the aid of my notes from last night. [C can verify that there's a lot of shit in that notebook. more about it later.]
C's mother picked me up from the library, where I'd been working that morning, and we drove to ava's house. on the way we hit a gopher. it was a total failure on the gopher's part. we were the last people to get there because of traffic, so the festivities were already underway. and by "festivities" I mean "chopping up onions and melting cheese on them". now, I haven't seen anyone all summer. but they pretty much all look the same. ava just got her permit, mary is planning to near the end of july, and shane hasn't killed anyone on a rotary lately. accomplishment!
I called my mother right before we started watching the first harry potter movie [which was amazing to make fun of].
her: "who's there?"
me: "everyone except emma."
her: "oh, okay."
shane: "SHIT, GUYS, WE FORGOT EMMA."
well, that clears up a lot! thanks, everyone!
ava got into some kind of massive fight with her sister [they're pretty close, so her sister is like an extended member of the group]. after her sister left to go somewhere and she was unable to be distracted anymore, she literally refused to look at me. I'm sitting there thinking "what.the.fuck." oh, there was also this lovely exchange:
me: "well, I know C and I have interesting conversations at 1 in the morning."
ava: "oh yeah, you can't have interesting conversations with the rest of us at 1 in the morning."
oh god spare me.
at dinner, shane and ava had epic whispered conversations. it was not looking good, as I had reason to fear they were conspiring against me or something. after dinner, shane told me I was "pissing people off", and not to say anything "offensive". great? I decided to keep my mouth shut and just pull out my sketchbook again.
by now it was maybe 10 o'clock and shane decided to gather us all and announce that she is indeed not returning to the academy [that's a generic enough name] next year. she did, however, say that if they waive the 4-year theology requirement or have her do a year of sunday school or something, they'll let her back in senior year.
following this, up until 2 in the morning, we discussed how we all suck at maintaining Our Friendship. many good points were made. still, the blog will continue--this is going to be a commentary on how these dysfunctional people survive in school, and school does indeed create more drama... I don't know who will supply it with shane gone though. probably an emma/ava-clash-of-the-titans thing.
everyone save for C and me cried. nothing was on fire, but C did burn a stunning amount of waffles. three different types of drama were started [Ava Refuses To Look At L drama, OH MY GOD GUYS DO YOU WANT OUR FRIENDSHIP TO DIE drama, and Mary Is Still Not Over Shane Despite The Breakup Being A Year Ago drama]. our lives are a fucking soap opera. someone refused to speak [ava, though shane did pass out for reasons unknown while we were watching the first movie]. and I confused EVERYONE.
5 hours of sleep + 4 hours of bagging groceries = I am tired. goodfuckingnight.
my cat is sitting on my sketchbook [which is a graph notebook that I draw in...], so I'm doing this post without the aid of my notes from last night. [C can verify that there's a lot of shit in that notebook. more about it later.]
C's mother picked me up from the library, where I'd been working that morning, and we drove to ava's house. on the way we hit a gopher. it was a total failure on the gopher's part. we were the last people to get there because of traffic, so the festivities were already underway. and by "festivities" I mean "chopping up onions and melting cheese on them". now, I haven't seen anyone all summer. but they pretty much all look the same. ava just got her permit, mary is planning to near the end of july, and shane hasn't killed anyone on a rotary lately. accomplishment!
I called my mother right before we started watching the first harry potter movie [which was amazing to make fun of].
her: "who's there?"
me: "everyone except emma."
her: "oh, okay."
shane: "SHIT, GUYS, WE FORGOT EMMA."
well, that clears up a lot! thanks, everyone!
ava got into some kind of massive fight with her sister [they're pretty close, so her sister is like an extended member of the group]. after her sister left to go somewhere and she was unable to be distracted anymore, she literally refused to look at me. I'm sitting there thinking "what.the.fuck." oh, there was also this lovely exchange:
me: "well, I know C and I have interesting conversations at 1 in the morning."
ava: "oh yeah, you can't have interesting conversations with the rest of us at 1 in the morning."
oh god spare me.
at dinner, shane and ava had epic whispered conversations. it was not looking good, as I had reason to fear they were conspiring against me or something. after dinner, shane told me I was "pissing people off", and not to say anything "offensive". great? I decided to keep my mouth shut and just pull out my sketchbook again.
by now it was maybe 10 o'clock and shane decided to gather us all and announce that she is indeed not returning to the academy [that's a generic enough name] next year. she did, however, say that if they waive the 4-year theology requirement or have her do a year of sunday school or something, they'll let her back in senior year.
following this, up until 2 in the morning, we discussed how we all suck at maintaining Our Friendship. many good points were made. still, the blog will continue--this is going to be a commentary on how these dysfunctional people survive in school, and school does indeed create more drama... I don't know who will supply it with shane gone though. probably an emma/ava-clash-of-the-titans thing.
everyone save for C and me cried. nothing was on fire, but C did burn a stunning amount of waffles. three different types of drama were started [Ava Refuses To Look At L drama, OH MY GOD GUYS DO YOU WANT OUR FRIENDSHIP TO DIE drama, and Mary Is Still Not Over Shane Despite The Breakup Being A Year Ago drama]. our lives are a fucking soap opera. someone refused to speak [ava, though shane did pass out for reasons unknown while we were watching the first movie]. and I confused EVERYONE.
5 hours of sleep + 4 hours of bagging groceries = I am tired. goodfuckingnight.
8.7.10
and now for something completely different
so... C's running some kind of international manhunt now so this forum she's been in for a couple years can track her down. this blog is the solution, and the prize is her flickr account. yay! go team! this post serves to do absolutely nothing except say "hey forum, THE ANSWER IS RIGHT HERE!!! JESUS!" I guess the weird thing is none of them have found it yet and she surmises that someone actually skimmed right by here.
well, good luck.
well, good luck.
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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