For future reference:

I don't LIKE being used.

So quit it.

I really want this shirt for Halloween. I would even wear it other times than Halloween, except that it's possibly the ugliest color known to man. Oh well.

I wrote out an actual entry before, but blogger was being a bitch. And now I'm too tired and lazy to write it out again. So today, my entry consists of this:

It snowed today.

Blogger hates me this week.

And I have Mary Tyler Moore hair today. Ick.

Also found a picture of me and my best friend from 7th grade. OH THE HORROR.

Why won't it publish? Grr....

I've been home for no more than an hour since about 7:50 this morning. But it was a good day, so I'm not complaining.

Now that my car is all crunched up and being repaired, there's a dilemma involving who gets to go out to lunch in Philippe's car. I always end up being one of the people who stays behind 'cause I don't really care that much, but it is kind of annoying that the guys never volunteer to stay and eat at school. Especially since I'm normally one of the people who drives everyone around. But I'm not gonna let that piss me off...well, not yet.

Parnassian rehearsal after school! I was actually looking forward to it, as opposed to tenth grade where I'd dread going 'cause I'd have to play a decrepit (sp?) old lady with people who I didn't know and who really could care less if I was there or not. But I really like everyone in the cast and I love how I don't feel awkward around any of them at all. The only one who makes me nervous is Ms. Bustrin...and well, that's 'cause she's Ms. Bustrin. But even she doesn't bother me too much. Ended up standing around doing nothing a lot, Linda tried to teach me how to dance (what a patient girl she is), talked to Josh some (the Josh who still lives here, not the Josh who has been previously mentioned), hung out with Miles a bunch (haha, we've gotta be married in one scene and I get to be a drunk. It's all because my crappy husband drove me to drinking, I swear. (j/k Miles, of course)), and walked around the halls with Liza. Also hung out with Ashley and Allison who are both hilarious. Ashley wears all the clothes that I'm not brave enough to wear. Matthew thought I was a freshman and it took a bit to convince him otherwise. And when he found out I could drive....! Nearly shocked the boy into a heart attack. I really do love the cast. And we got locked out of school after going to get pizza! Did you know the school has a doorbell? Not that it does any good or anything.

My mom wasn't home when we were finished, so I walked to town with Miles. And Miles, if you're reading this: Know what's funny? I just read about how you see making me laugh as a challenge...well I think the same thing about you. Not because you look sad all the time (and I really am not sad all the time, though I get why everyone thinks that), but because you're really funny and I think that if I can make you laugh then I must be doing something right.

Hehe, talking directly to one person in your blog is fun.

Anyway.

Called my mom again and she picked me up, got home and was planning on sitting online all night (as usual...what a dork), but ended up going to the movies with Matt and his brand new driver's license. That was fun, although the movie was HORRIBLE. Don't see Formula 51 unless you are prepared to see massive gun wounds, diarrhea (sp?), really gross sex scenes, people exploding, a guy in women's underwear, a guy who drools, guys peeing a lot, and a naked Samuel L. Jackson. The naked Samuel L. Jackson alone should keep you from seeing the movie. Ick. But it was fun anyway.

So I'm in a much better mood than yesterday. Today was a good day. :-)

Please, please, PLEASE let it be a good day.

Also: Today is my tenth anniversary of living here. How come I STILL feel like the new kid?

Happy fucking anniversary to me.

So not only did I fucking crash my car this morning, but I went down 80 points in English and 60 points in math on the SAT's.

FUCK EVERYTHING.

I smushed my car today. I'll talk about that later. But first:

Chicken Dance Elmo

WTF?!?!

My dad said that he thinks the picture of me before homecoming that we gave to my grandfather in the hospital really helped him. I wish I had gotten to talk to him today.

Okay, no more sad Robin today.

My cell phone went off in bio. How embarassing. This was right after I had made a dirty joke much too loudly, too. Oops.

The dirty joke wasn't even that dirty, it was just that we were talking about shampoo and this boy says "Yeah, I use herbal essences."
Then Linda said, "But that's a girl's shampoo."
And he said something like "But it's got those commercials, you know those commercials."
And we all know what the girls are doing in the herbal essences commercials.
So I said, "Oh, that's why you use it!"...unfortunetly I said this a little too loudly right when the class decided to get really quiet. At least everyone thought it was funny. I think.

I still have writer's block and I have to write a college essay by Tuesday. Fuck.

Writer's block really sucks.

Parnassian was fun. Some of the guys made up this game to play when you have nothing to do, you do your scene while someone else stands around doing the funniest, most distracting things possible and you have to stay in character. It's hilarious. I think Matt and Azudi are the best at it, mostly because they just say the dirtiest things possible.

Meanwhile, I'm possibly the best maid ever.

I'm so tired. And I feel kinda crappy.

And I still have work to do but I'm procrastinating and I really just want to go take a nap and I can't because it's 10:30 at night and taking a nap means going to sleep till tomorrow morning. Grr.

Yesterday was the last day of Miss Saigon at work. One of the cast guys gave the concessions stand a little baggie of Hershey's Kisses and a very sweet note written in sparkly pen (he's in theater, what do you expect?). Aww! I'm going to miss them so much...I think they should stay and do Annie. I don't care that most of the cast is Asian...Annie could be Asian, I swear.

I went to see some lady to help me with college application stuff. She's extrodinarily scary, but I think she'll be helpful. I hope.

I put "And" at the beginning of sentences a lot. Very bad English.

Whatever, it's a style...or at least that's my excuse.

Let's see, what to write....

Yesterday I was at Molly's house with my family and her family and Laurel's family and one of our other neighbor's families having a big brunch. Eventually Molly, Laurel and I got bored and went over to my house to see my headshots and watch a movie. So we're sitting there watching a movie when I randomly say, "I don't want to go to homecoming, I'll be all by myself and I'll be miserable." They tried telling me I was stupid and it would be fun anyway, but it wasn't really working. Not fifteen minutes later, the phone rings and it's Matt saying he was just convinced to go to homecoming and do I want to go with him?

What?!?!

So I say yes, despite the fact that I've only known him for about three days, since he seems nice enough. But obviously after I hung up the phone I got very suspicious, so we all went upstairs to the computer, went online and IMed Philippe saying "Did you just convince Matt to go to homecoming?! WITH ME?!?" since I had been whining to him earlier about being afraid I'd be the only loser without a date (yeah, I know, a little overdramatic, right?). Barely five seconds after that, Miles IM's me saying "Good news. I got Matt to go to homecoming with you." which was surprising 'cause I didn't think Miles would actually care that much if I had someone to go with or not.

So homecoming was fun, even though the music was so loud that for awhile I couldn't hear out of my right ear. And the fact that it was so dark you could barely see who was who was good because if it had been any lighter I doubt I would have danced as much. There's no way I'd dance when I know people can actually see how much of a spaz I am. A lot of my friends were there and for once in my life I didn't feel like a third wheel all the time. And now Matt and I are friends, which is cool. And I'm glad I have friends who'll remember I'm dateless and get someone to go with me to a dance.

So it turned out to be lots of fun and not worth dreading at all.

AND people liked my dress.

And a big thank you to Miles who will have some kind of aneurysm if he doesn't get credit for getting Matt to ask me. I'm very grateful.

My grandfather's okay for now. I'm gonna see him tomorrow.

And homecoming was fun. I'll give a better update later, but I just realized I haven't eaten since this afternoon and I need food!!!

So now I DO have a date to homecoming...huh....

In the car with my mother this afternoon she mentions that they found a blood clot in my grandfather's leg and he needs to get shots of blood thinning medication. The doctors said he or my grandmother could do it from home, but they both couldn't handle it so he was going to go to the hospital to get his shots.

Later this afternoon we're back home and my mom calls me downstairs to say that they're keeping my grandfather in the hospital for five days to treat the blood clot.

I got home from work and suddenly it might not just be a blood clot. He might have a Pulmonary Embolism, which is a blood clot in the lungs. It can be treated with medication, but they're not sure that it's actually a Pulmonary Embolism. I know that they can treat it, but I also know it's serious. I watched enough ER to know that much.

And the thing is, I'm scared. In all the time my grandfather's been sick, I haven't really been scared. When it started, they said it was totally treatable and I believed them. Then he got treated, and look at that, it didn't go away. It grew. And then he got thinner. And the bags under his eyes got bigger. And he can't pay attention as well as he used to. And suddenly my grandfather started to look old.

And now I realize. God. My grandfather might die.

I'm afraid to go to sleep tonight. I'm afraid I'll wake up and he'll be gone. Oh god, I'm so afraid.

I just got the most gorgeous dress ever...okay, maybe not ever, but it's VERY pretty and it's going to make everyone at homecoming forget that I'm a dork who's there all by herself.

I'm glad I have comments again but I can't read them without reloading 2343256087 times.

I'm trying to hide from my dad the fact that I stole his Magnolia CD, which is technically mine since I bought it about four years ago, but decided I hated it and gave it to him. Except now I like it. And if my dad sees me listening to it he'll try and get me into a long boring conversation about music groups (which is always draining because my dad is very into the kind of music they play in supermarkets and elevators and then tells me that my music sounds boring) and I'm just too tired.

Molly came to school with me today. That was fun. I miss Molly.

Mrs. Petrallia was absent AGAIN (not that I'm complaining) and people kept leaving because they had early dismissals (or that's what they said, I swear some of these people just say they have early dismissals all the time just to get out of the class. Morons. Mrs. Petrallia's nice, but she's not an idiot.) At one point I looked up and realized not only was I the only girl left in the room, but all the guys were playing paper football.

After school Molly, Arielle, Maggie and I went into town for some food and on the way there were these two guys on motorcycles in front of us and on the back of their matching denim jackets they had these pictures of Knights and writing that said "Iron Warriors". I wish I had my camera. I got my camera solely for the purpose of taking pictures of random cool things like that but am too afraid to take my camera anywhere 'cause it might get stolen.

At work tonight the cool cast guy who talks to me came out and told us how much the cast loves the concessions people and how much they're gonna miss us when the show ends this weekend. Noo! I don't want them to go!

And I heard Dean McGowen got punched in the face by a parent today. What?!

In Parnassian rehearsal I got to be a teen alcoholic who says things like "It sucks hard" and "It bites the big one" and then goes and smokes some pot.

I was BORN to play this role.

Also, my stomach hurts and I'm hungry at the same time. Weird.

You know your life is like a sitcom when you're finally falling asleep at 3 in the morning only to be awakened five minutes later by your cat trying to force your door open by running into it head first.

Damn smart animals, those cats.

I got into Parnassian! Okay, honestly, I kinda knew I was getting in, but I couldn't really believe it 'cause my brain is backwards or something. For some reason I've got this thing where I think if you think something bad's gonna happen, something good will happen or vice versa. Like how you'll say "I'm gonna fail that English test" and then you get an A on it. I don't know, I think I'm a bit of a freak.

Ronnie brought in baby cockroaches today and at the same time a centipede attacked our bio class and everyone started freaking out. I told Ronnie to feed the centipede to the cockroaches, but apparently they don't like things alive. Gross.

Also: New rule for people going into town. If it's lunch time and you're not a high school student, you're not allowed to be there. You take up all the parking spaces and make road rage-y teenage girls like me get angry and have to circle around for fifteen minutes trying to park. Get out. No one wants you.

Fuck.

I forgot to hand in my bio homework.

Parnassian list goes up tomorrow.

Still have nothing to write about. :::sigh:::

My mom's the biggest pain in the ass sometimes. She just had to be a teacher, didn't she? I bet if she weren't a teacher she wouldn't make me make charts and shit about colleges.

Homecoming isn't something you're supposed to dread, right?

I'm fidgety. And I feel like writing but didn't really do much today except go to work, come home, and see Molly. Exciting, huh?

"You been screwin' the milkman, he says. He was crazy, he kept on screaming YOU BEEN SCREWIN' THE MILKMAN! And then he ran into my knife! He ran into my knife TEN TIMES!"

Went and saw Sweet Home Alabama with Kaity. Such a corny movie, but I was in the mood for a corny, completely unrealistic and dumb movie, so it was okay. There was this woman behind us on line to buy tickets talking on her cell phone to her son. I can't remember exactly what she said, but it was hilarious. Things like "No, Bobby is not getting in the house. Why do you want to hang out with? You know what kind of stuff he's into. I know he's smoking pot and....NO, he is NOT GETTING IN THE HOUSE. Do you want me to call the parole officer?! Do you wanna end up back where you were?! 'Cause if you let him in the house, that's where you'll end up, back there with him! Alright, that's it, I'm coming home, you know I've let things go before but I'm putting my foot down...I'm coming home...No, I am coming home." and then she got to the ticket booth and bought her ticket, so I guess she didn't go home. Did I mention she sounded like she belonged on the Sopranos? Too funny.

Then we went to the diner 'cause I didn't feel like going home yet and wanted a milkshake which was fine, until we got there and sat down and I realized I only had four dollars. Oops. Just barely covered the milkshake. And now I have no money at all.

SNL really sucks tonight.

Who's idea was it to make the SAT's at 8 AM on a SATURDAY?! People are dumb.

Took them for a second time this morning. I kicked the English section's ass.

And I forgot to pick up my pay check last night. Damn.

Well, now's a good time for a panic attack.

Remember when everyone used to say "peoples" instead of "people"? Like, "What's up peoples?"

Man, we were dorks.

That was interesting. Got there thinking I was going to do a cold reading of whatever they'd given me, then 15 minutes later decided if I did a cold reading I'd be screwed so I went back home, grabbed the only good monologue I had found, and drove back. I honestly couldn't tell you how I did, I was really nervous and at a certain point in the monologue I just stopped being aware of what I was doing or how people were reacting or anything. At least I wasn't nervous anymore. So I don't know what happened at all. I do know that people thought it was the most depressing monologue of all time since it's about a girl who's father accidently killed her mother and then shot himself. You know, sunshiny happy stuff. One girl just looked at me and said "That was the most depressing thing ever, I was almost crying"...oops.

Then we did improv stuff and that sucked 'cause one kid in our group tried to tell everyone what to do and that's completely not the point, but you couldn't hear what anyone was saying anyway so it didn't really matter.

And now I have to wait till Tuesday to find out if I got in or not. Grr.

AHH! PARNASSIAN TRY OUTS IN 15 MINUTES AND I'M SOOO UNPREPARED!!!

Eh. Whatever. I'm sleepy.

Do I go to homecoming or do I not go to homecoming? Hmm....

Guess who held a Madagascar Hissing Cockroach today? That's right. You know you're jealous. Ronnie brought them in and came by our bio class and showed them off and some of us held them. I'm very proud of myself for not completely freaking out and dropping the thing and running from the room screaming. 'Specially since I've had nightmares where bugs that look exactly like that start swarming at me and they're really scary. But this was kind of cool, it has little sticky feet and everything. I did give it back to Ronnie pretty quickly, though. But at least I held it instead of squeeling and running away.

AND

Overheard in study yesterday:

Kid #1: I gotta go pick up college applications.
Kid #2: Oh, yeah, I already know where I'm going. I'm going to UMH.
Kid #1: What's that?
Kid #2: University of My House

And you think this ISN'T funny?! You're no fun....

So when did my life become a fucking soap opera? Or maybe it's just a soap opera in my head.

No, I will not elaborate.

Anyway.

Today was boring. I found out about Parnassian. If I get in, I'll probably get fired from my job 'cause I'll never be able to work 'cause they got a director who can only work at night. Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. I'm having some issues. Saying fuck a lot makes me feel better.

It'd be really nice if I could get a life.

Huh.

Ew.

I wish I didn't have to go to work tomorrow. Right now I'd really like to curl up in bed with a really good book and read all night and know I didn't have to do anything tomorrow if I didn't want to. I guess that's how this employment thing works, though. Laziness is not an option.

Looooooong day. Woke up late. Went to my grandfather's birthday party and saw my family and some friends of my grandparents. I get the feeling that my great aunt doesn't like me. She doesn't seem to like my mother, either. I asked my dad about it and he said she's just very reserved and it's nothing personal. It's still annoying, though. A couple of my grandparent's friends walked in and saw me sitting and eating lunch. The woman took one look at me and said "Oh my god!" to which I responded, "Uh oh, did I grow again?" 'cause that's always why people like that say "Oh my god!". It's usually followed with "You're so grown up!". Kind of amusing, actually. She made me stand up and see how tall I was and oohed and ahhed and all that weird grown up stuff that people do to kids they haven't seen in awhile. Then we heard stories about my grandfather and how he met my grandmother (she was 14 when they started going out! And he was 16!!) and other stuff. It was kind of interesting, although I noticed one of my grandparent's friends had fallen asleep in his seat in the middle of it.

Left there and went into the city to see my mom's friend in a musical. It was hilarious. They had a staged read through of "Damn Yankees" performed by people who had always wanted to be in a musical and had never been able to. My explanation was that it was a bunch of middle aged people who never had enough talent to be in a musical before and decided to get a bunch of other people just like them together and put on a show. No, I'm just being mean. Some of them were pretty good. My mom's friend wasn't bad. The guy who played Joe was horrible and I wondered why he was Joe since there seemed to be some pretty good singers playing other parts, but then I found out he had started the whole thing and it all made sense.

Got home around 11, went out with Josh and Emma. Emma made jokes about how short I am. I made jokes about how young Emma is. Josh said he missed college and we both punched him. And I learned how to throw a frisbee different ways, although I still suck. It was fun.

Not a bad day. But now it's 2 in the morning and I'm still not tired and I have to get up at 11 tomorrow to go to stupid work. Damn.

Oh yes, and while we were watching "Damn Yankees", the real Yankees were simultaneously losing the play-offs. How sad.

I did lots of stuff today but I'll talk about that later. For now I'll just tell you this:

THERE IS A WWJD BOARD GAME.

This past week has been kind of rough, so even though I didn't really feel like going to work, I was looking forward to being nice and distracted by selling candy and burning myself on coffee pots and sitting around talking to people. Of course, when I get to work my boss tells me I'm working the coat room. The coat room means sitting in a little room upstairs and waiting for people to give you their coats (obviously). Except maybe two people actually check their coats and you have to sit up there for an hour and a half by yourself with nothing to do unless you have a book or something, which of course I didn't. It was just me, alone with my thoughts which was really quite frustrating since the only reason I was looking forward to work in the first place was to get away from my thoughts.

So I started reading the shelf that we keep the money box and coat room tags in. People who had been in the same position as me had written things and carved things into the wood, actually put in little games to play, like see how many flowers they had drawn or something dumb like that, and it was actually pretty funny. I took the little post it note pad that was up there and started writing some of the things down (what else did I have to do for an hour and a half?). Here are some of the better ones:

"God is good.
Man is not.
Man makes whiskey.
God makes pot."

"Sex is like a game, if you don't have a good partner then you'd better have a good hand." (And right under this someone had written "SO TRUE".)

"You can't run away from trouble, ain't no place that far."

"Here I sit, lonely hearted.
Oh my God, that old guy farted."

or

"Here I sit, lonely hearted.
Tried to shit but only farted."

"Don't make furs. Legalize marijuana."

Someone had written that people should write on the underside of the counter 'cause no one had written there. I looked under the counter and it had really dumb stuff like "Look, I wrote here." So I wrote "Have you ever wondered why?". Don't know why I wrote that, but I figured someone who looks at the underside of the top of the counter must be a pretty curious person and curious people love really weird stuff like that. Might as well give them something to think about if they've got to do a dumb job like that. Although I expect that if I go back and look at it next month some asshole will have written "WTF?!" right under that...don't blame them.

I also saw that one of the ushers had written about how much they hated concessions people and how we're all jerks and then some of the concessions workers had written back about how the ushers are losers who wish they were as cool as us. So I added "FUCK OFF!" because I've always wanted to write curses on a desk at school and never got to, and this will probably be the only thing even close to cursing on a desk that I'll ever get to do.

So all and all..work was boring. But I got some funny quotes out of it.

So I realized that the burn on my hand looks kinda like in Fight Club when Brad Pitt kisses Edward Norton's hand and then puts that stuff on it that makes it start to burn and he's got this big gross blistery kiss print on his hand...except mine isn't all blistery and gross, just kind of red and weird looking. And nobody was shouting at me about how God doesn't love me when I got it. But it is kinda kiss shaped. So it's sorta the same.

Yay! I can get comments again!

Not that I'll get any (unless you want to be really nice and make me feel special)...but it's a nice thing to have. :-)

I currently have a big nasty burn on my left hand.

Alright, it's not that big and nasty, but it hurts like it should be big and nasty. Wonder if it could get me out of orchestra?

I continue to believe that my boss is going through non-stop menopause. One minute she's your best friend, next minute she's scary bitch from hell. She yelled at me 'cause I can't work Saturday, even though I never work Saturday. Then she told us that this isn't school and we shouldn't talk so much and blah blah blah. She's just a cranky old lady with a stick up her ass.

Pep Rally tomorrow. I actually kinda like those things.

And I just ran out of things to say. Damn.

And my car is better! Yes!

I can't think of anything interesting to write. My day was pretty boring, despite frantically trying to finish my English project by 9th (which I did).

Sometimes I'll just be sitting in class and something pops into my head that I think would be great to write. The problem is that this always happens in fragments and about random things (like today I was thinking about how different teachers have different handwriting and it all sort of matches their personalities...yup, I think of some strange stuff...but it was English and it was so boring and what else was there to do?), so that if I ever did write them down it would never make any sense.

Ah well, guess I'll never be a famous writer.

Mrs. Hershey is still my favorite teacher in the whole wide world. I bombed the multiple choice part of my test and did well on the essay. She decided to add ten points to everyone's test, and then she gives 5 points for doing an extra article. So now I'll actually have a pretty good test grade. Yay! The only problem is she gave me some article about Prions or something...I predict mass confusion in my future.

Work tonight. Blech.

Well, that was pointless....

Tra la la, busy breaking my blog by trying to put comments on it again.

Pet peeves of the day:

People who give out your e-mail address just so they can maybe get free tickets to something. It's all a load of bullshit and now I'm gonna get lots of spam mail.

People who pretend they know how to pronounce things in foreign languages when they so obviously don't.

Broken cars.

People who overanalyze Steinbeck. Steinbeck is so upfront about everything there's barely a need to analyze his writing, let alone overanalyze it so much that you start seeing things that aren't there. (English nerd)

People who owe you money who know they owe you money and could easily give you the money but still refuse to.

Substitute teachers who actually try and teach you things when the teacher's not there. Honestly, who's that dumb?

My car is broken. Grr.

Hopefully it'll be fixed by the time I have to go to work tomorrow.

Meanwhile, I have to finish an English project and study for my math test. Grr. This isn't helping.

I think a very cool job would to be a philosopher. Not the kind of philosopher who sits around debating things like "If you clap in a forrest and there's no one around to hear it, will a tree fall down?". I'd like to be the kind of philosopher who randomly spouts out wisdom that become these incredible quotes that people write down in little notebooks and stitch on pillows and samplers and put on posters with funny pictures.

That would be one of the best jobs in the world.

1) Starting time: 8:54 PM

> 2) Your Name: Robin

> 3) Nicknames: I don't really have nicknames anymore. I used to have tons of really obnoxious ones but now it's mostly Robin.


> 4) School: Bomb Scare Central


> E-mail: I get enough porn ads as it is, thank you.


> 6) Eyes: Brown

> 7) Height: 5'5"...or at least that's why my license says


> 8) Pets: My cat Alice.

> 9) Siblings: None. I'm a spoiled brat.


> ~~**HAVE YOU EVER**~~


> 10) Been so drunk you blacked out: Nope. Alky-hol is bad. That's what the health teacher says and lord knows I always listen to her. :::straightens halo:::


> 11) Taken any illegal substances: Not that I know of....hmm...


> 12) Gone out in public in your pajamas: My pajamas consist of an old tee-shirt and some shorts, so I've worn them in public. They just weren't pajamas at the time.


> 13) Missed school b/c it was raining: Hurricane Floyd. That was pretty cool.


> 14) Set any body part on fire for amusement: No, of all the crazy things I've done, that's not one of them.


> 15) Kept a secret from everyone: Of course. Telling everyone everything gets really old, really fast.


> 16) Who knows your deepest ones: I'm not in the habit of telling my deepest secrets...you know, the ones that you never tell a living soul....besides, my deepest secrets aren't all that interesting anyway.


> 17) Wanted to hook up with a friend: Possibly...well...yeah...but there's no way in hell I'd say who.


> 18) Cried during a Flick: Yeah. Only cried in a theater twice, though. First at The Little Mermaid when I was little. It was the first movie I ever saw and I got really sad when Ariel left her family. I think it was all just a little much for me and probably way past my bedtime. And then at A.I. That was a damn depressing movie. It's the only time I've ever wished that the main character would just die already so he'd be out of his misery.


> 19) Had a crush on a teacher: Oh, that's disgusting. Have you SEEN my teachers?! Not to mention the fact that the only male teachers I currently have are Mr. May and Dr. Imhoff (aka Grampa)....ewwwwwww.

> 20) Ever thought an animated character was hot?: Not really...although I've thought if they were real people they might be kinda hot.


> 23) Prank called someone: Once or twice.


> 24) Been on stage: Yes


~~~~~*FAVORITES*!~~~~~~


> 25) Shampoo: Thermasilk. But what's the point of this question? How does this help anyone to know more about me?


> 27) Color: Blue, green, red....I'm indecisive


> 28) Day/Night: Depends on the day or night. Some days are fun and some are not, and the same goes for nights.


> 29) Summer/Winter: Summer 'cause there's no school and you can stay up as late as you want, winter 'cause snow is pretty. :-)


> 30) Online Smiley: I used to like this one. :-Þ Because I'm a nerd. But now I don't really care.


> 31) Lace or satin: Both? I don't know, who cares?

> 32) Cartoons: Daria, The Simpsons


> 33) Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend: No, thanks for bringing that up, though. I always like being reminded about how I don't have a boyfriend. Really brightens my day.


> 34) Like anyone: You already got me annoyed with that last question, do you really want to start with this?


> 35) Who have you known the longest of your Friends: Alice...not the cat...the person...and not Molly's mom...it's confusing.


> 36) Who do you talk to about your problems: Depends on the problem.


> 37) Who's the shyest: I dunno...not me anymore, right? Right?!


> 38) a) Who do you go to for Advice: Depends on what kind of advice I need.


> b) Who comes to you for Advice: Various people. I'm a good listener and I don't tell other people's secrets.


> 39) Who do you get the most surveys from: Molly. She's the only one I get surveys from.


> 40) Who do you cry with: Nobody, I hate crying in front of people.

> ~~**IN THE LAST 2 Weeks**~~


> 41) Cried: Not sure...I know I've cried in the past three weeks about something stupid.


> 42) Cut your hair: Yup.


> 43) Worn a skirt: Hmm...possibly? I can't remember.


> 44) Been mean: Of course. But I probably didn't mean it.


> 45) Been sarcastic: Always.


> 46) Met someone new: Um...maybe? I dunno, I can't remember.


> 47) Talked to someone you had a crush on: Bite me. I hate these questions.


> 49) Hugged someone: Yup.


> 50) Fought with your parents: When do I NOT fight with my parents?


> 51) Wished upon a star: No, I always forget to.


> 52) Laughed until you cried: Laughed really hard, but not till I cried.


> 53) Played Truth or Dare: Ick. I hate that game.


> 54) Watched a sunrise/sunset: Nah, I don't realize they're happening until they're over. Not that I'm usually awake for a sunrise anyway.


> 55) Went to the beach at night: Unfortunetely, no.


> 56) Spent quality time alone: I'm a latch-key kid. I spend lots of time alone. Although most of it is spent watching TV or onling or sleeping or reading, so I don't know if it's "quality".


> 57) Read a book for fun: Yes. People used to think I was weird because I read for fun.


> 59) Are you lonely: Sometimes, but not in an extreme way.


> 60) Are you happy: Mostly.


> 61) Are you talking to someone online: I was, but now they all stopped talking or signed off. Hmph.


> ~~**DO YOU BELIEVE IN**~~,


> 62) God: Yeah.


> Devil: Possibly. I call many of my friends the Devil. Maybe there's more than one?


> 63) Love: Haven't given up on that yet.


> 64) The Closet Monster: I haven't looked in my closet for awhile, so you know...something might have grown in there.
>
65) The Big Bang Theory: Yup.


> 66) Heaven: I hope so.


> Hell: Mr. Panek's chemistry class.


> 67) Superstitions: I pick up pennies when they're face up. And I don't walk under ladders, but that one's mostly 'cause I'm afraid they'll fall on me.


> ~~**JUST SOME MORE**~~


> 68) What is your full name? This is still the internet, you know. But my middle name is Emily.


> 69) Who named you? My parents. It's after my grandfather. Not a bird, like popular opinion might believe.


> 70) Backstreet Boys or N Sync? :::cringe:::


> 71) When was the last time you showered? This morning.


> 72) What color pants do you have on right now? Jeans.


> 73) What song are you listening to right now? Nothing, but I have Another Love Song by Queens of the Stone Age stuck in my head.


> 74) What was the last thing that you said: "Bye." Not very special. My grandmother called and got me to look up her cousins in Texas.


> 75) What was the last thing you ate? A sandwich. But I'm gonna go get some cup of noodles 'cause I'm hungry.


> 76) Where do you want to go on your honeymoon?: I'd really like to get a boyfriend before I even think about honeymoons.


> 78) Who do you want to spend the rest of your life with? You're dumb.

> 79) How many buddies do you have on your list? 69. No comments. Some of them are people who have too many screen names.


> 80) How's the weather right now: It was really nice out when I picked my dad up from the station.


> 81) Have you ever smoked pot? Nope. I've been asked, though. But...ech, I don't see the point.


> 82) What did you do last night? Wasted a lot of time and went to bed too late. And also bought a hair dryer.


> 83) What's the first thing that you notice in the opposite sex? Does it make me a bad person if the first thing I do is decide how good looking they are?

> 84) How are you today? Not bad.


> 85) How do you eat an oreo? I used to do the "make a wish" thing with my friends where you'd twist it and who ever got more cream would get their wish. Now I just eat them whole, usually.


> 86) Who makes you happy? My friends. Mostly.


> 87) Fave CD? I WAS listening to my Norah Jones CD a lot, but now I can't find it.


> 88) Dream car? One that drives and doesn't crash?


>89)have you ever won any special awards? Um...not that I can think of. I won "Most improved and outgoing" at camp once. I also won "Most likely to be triple jointed", though, so what does that tell you about camp awards?


> 90) What do you want to be when you grow up? Older (booo!!! Corny! Corny!!)


> 91) What are your future goals? Get through the year, get into college, make life better...think I'm reaching?


> 92) My fave music? It varies.


> 93) Favorite Food? Pasta with vodka sauce (hehe, vodka)


favorite movies? "Amelie" (yeah, that French movie, shut up), "Fight Club", "Bridget Jones's Diary", "Monty Python and the Holy Grail" (or whatever it's called, I'm bad with titles), "Sliding Doors" was pretty good, although weird. I dunno, I have a lot of favorite movies, those are just the ones off the top of my head.

> 96) Fave guys cologne? I dunno, I don't go around smelling guys...usually. :-P


> 97) Do you like to dance? When I can convince myself that no one is watching me and that I don't actually look like I'm having a seizure. So I don't dance very often.


> 98) Fast or slow? Let's see, how many times have I slow danced? Twice that I can remember. Once was with someone who I can barely stand and it makes me embarassed just thinking about it, and once was with Ian on the trip last year and we were being goofy and not really slow dancing...or at least I was being goofy and not really slow dancing. Am I forgetting anyone? So mostly fast dancing, though if it were with the right person I'd probably like slow dancing very much.


> 99) Are you too shy to ask someone out? Hell yes. Not without being very very convinced that they'd say yes. And even then I'd be scared as hell...


> 100) Fave name brand of cloths? I dunno. I buy stuff from Delia's, but that's not brand name, is it? It's all different stuff.


> 101) Do you sleep with a stuffed animal? I have one, but he usually gets kicked off the bed by me or my cat.


>102)ever been in love: I honestly couldn't tell you. That's a tricky thing to figure out.


> 103) What is the stupidest thing you have ever done? Like I'd really give you blackmail evidence?


> 104)what will your first son's name be? Jesus. But pronounced "Hey Zeus"....maybe Zeus for short...or maybe Hey...I don't know! You really think I spend time figuring this stuff out?!


> 106) What will your first daughters name be? Ms. Spaztastic Wondergirl. But Sally, for short.


> 107) What is your favorite drink? Mmm...chocolate.

Now I remember. I actually did have something I wanted to write about. Are we EVER going to have Parnassian? 'Cause if we're not and I went through all that appeal shit for nothing I'm going to be EXTREMELY pissed.

Not that anyone who reads this will be able to answer my question. I don't even know who reads this. Who are you?

I fell asleep for two or three hours. That's good and healthy, isn't it?

Going to sleep before one in the morning would be a good idea, I'm sure. I was actually doing that for maybe a week when school started. Ah, well.

I feel like writing a funny story, but I can't think of one. I think I have permanent writer's block.

Time to study for my bio test. But not really. I'll do that in a little bit, it was just a good way of ending this post.

Now you know my evil plan.

I'm weird today, don't mind me.

Went to Roman Gourmet for lunch today. First it took forever to get parking 'cause Philippe took the last open spot 'cause he's a punk. The pizza was good and they owner guy there is really nice, but the pizza was so hot it burned my entire mouth. Ow. The pain. I'm not talking normal pizza burn, I'm talking second degree burns, at least.

School was okay. I fell asleep reading my article for Bio last night. Oops. So I did it during study and handed it in later with an "Oops, I forgot to give you this" excuse. That was the most interesting part of my day.

Ho hum.