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Saturday, February 16, 2002
has anyone seen the movie Prayer of the Rollerboys? It's got Corey Haim in what i guess should be described as his "older" days, meaning it's early 90s instead of the 80s. and... it's very weird. it's been on twice today. just wondering if anyone has seen it... Friday, February 15, 2002
i shouldn't have said anything. or rather, i wish i had enough time while writing that to add the disclaimer that i wasn't going to talk about it, because, unbeknownst to most, i'm the type of person who never talks about stuff like that. and, as you know, i shouldn't have told you. you're just going to worry for no reason, and no matter what you say, at the moment, there's nothing to be done, and i'm fine anyway. so yeah. because i know it's that easy, just erase it from your mind. :)
i couldn't sleep last night, not because i had work or just because i'm me and didn't. i was really tired and done with work by eleven, but i was in almost unbearable pain, to the point of spasms every few minutes. which i don't recommend. this sucks. Thursday, February 14, 2002
aww, but now Amy and Laurie are married, and people are happier! i could almost cry at this point. but i think i'm too tired...
and it is midnight. i am awake only because i am watching Little Women. i still haven't finished Frankenstein, or even touched my research paper (you think i actually have to read the books i'm writing about?), but i might be caught up to some things. though i don't understand my math, which is unfortunate. or rather, i understand it, but my answers are wrong. hmph. aww, laurie's taking amy's advice. but Jo's sad, because the German dude is being mean, and she just got the letter about Beth being sicker, which just sucks. rawr. the book was so good, as were Little Men and Jo's Boys. Little Men is a horrid movie, though, which is sad, because one, it was a good book, and two, Gabby was in it. I highly suggest the books, though. Oh, and Eight (or is it Seven?) Cousins, and Rose in Bloom, the sequel. hmm. memories. i should go to sleep soon. yes yes. oh, and i think i'm very ill. seriously, something wrong. oh, well.
raya's journal entry really made me think. about the dance concert. i agree with it, really. and i guess i /don't/ think much about how mrs. s feels. i just get aggravated sometimes. the thing about the praise, though... for me, it's not the praise i want. since Stage Door, i realized how much i disliked being on that side of the stage. i feel uncomfortable. maybe it's that i don't want praise, i just wish they knew what we were doing. like you said, their thank yous sound so obligatory, and the teachers at least spend more time yelling at us than they do thanking us (which they mostly just do because of that article jordana wrote suprisingly not so long ago). maybe it's just in my head, though. oh, well, i have more to say, but not the words to say it. but what is the point? in a week it will all be over. Wednesday, February 13, 2002
Hehe, this computer lab thing is getting funny. Annoying, of course, but kind of funny. They're telling us to rat out our friends. Which is sad. But whatever. Anyway, I have an essay next period, I should go. Not that I'm going to study, but i'm still going to go...
I need to stop complaining about this dance concert. Falling asleep during homework is my own fault. Shannon?s right. I choose to do tech, so I have no right to complain. Rachel has just as much work as me, and she gets homework done, she works hard, and most importantly, she doesn?t whine or complain. And that?s really all I do. Whine. i need to stop. It's not that bad. So if you hear me complaining, just tell me to shut up.
rawr. that last post, repeat it for last night. only i fell asleep studying for my history essay. but on a happier note, go here. it's hilarious. i especially like the suicide note part. hehe... Tuesday, February 12, 2002
last night, i fell asleep while reading Frankenstein, and so didn't do any other homework. then i woke up at midnight and couldn't sleep and still couldn't do homework. this week of rehearsals is sooo much fun... i had something to say, but now i've forgotten. which is unfortunate, because it was possibly important. no. but maybe interesting.
no food or drinks or computer games. actually: Per the Acceptable Use Policy (Part of the Student Handbook of Expectations): because teachers are mean. and now our friends are mad at us. Sunday, February 10, 2002
underwater. roof. beach. my apartment. a wall. a camp site under the stars. that's not all, but it's all for now. goodnight, all. got quite a week ahead...
with Queer as Folk two nights, the story Lexi read, and sleeping in that bed... hmm. strange mood, eh?
Eddie Izzard is on. and that makes me happy. roach, you piss me off. actually, no, not really, just the fact that i haven't even touched my research paper. i mean, i did spend today at the library, and found sources and copied stuff and all, but i'm still no closer to actually writing it. i don't even know what i'm actually writing. fuck all. i want to have Eddie Izzard's children... Thank you, Blogger.
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