So I fell asleep for two and a half hours earlier tonight and now I'm tired again. Hmmm...

So I was supposed to see Chicago with Matt tonight, but he's all sickly (poor Matt) so that has been postponed and now I have very little to do except listen to this dumb Shakira song over and over again. It just said something about buying thongs. Interesting.

Oh yes, and I have been accepted to college. A branch of the University of Pittsburgh...I just don't know which one yet. I've been told that after a year at one of the branches, I could probably transfer to the main campus. Interesting.

I GOT A B+ ON MY MATH MIDTERM!! WTF?!?!?! THAT'S INSANE!!! AND I GOT AN A- FOR THE QUARTER!!!

That's really crazy. I wasn't there for most of the semester and guessed half the answers on the midterm, 'cause we didn't have time to finish it. So maybe that was 'cause of a curve. Or maybe I was just lucky. I don't know how I got an A-, though, 'cause we don't do anything in that class. We maybe had one homework assignment. And then later he was like "Oh, only ten of you did it so I won't count it". Most of the time is spent sitting around takling about nothing and playing calculator games. I think he kinda just made up everyone's grades 'cause everyone got great grades. Probably 'cause he likes us, I think. But I'm not complaining. I haven't had a math grade this good since 8th grade...back when I was a straight A student....hahahaha, that's funny. Me and straight A's. One time I got nothing but A's in English for an entire marking period, and then Erika and I got the highest grades on our reading questions so we got extra credit and coupons for ice cream. Except that she didn't get to buy the coupons, so she gave us each two bucks for ice cream which I think I either spent on pizza or library fines. Or maybe ice cream. Anyway.

My grandfather's in the hospital, so I'm going to visit him tomorrow, followed by going to see The Producers in the city with my parents and a family friend. That should be cool. Except for the hospital part. My grandfather apparently fell out of bed last night and my grandmother couldn't get him up, so it was decided he should stay in the hospital until they can get some kind of home care. I think they're going to take him off the chemo because I don't think it's doing anything. Meaning I don't think they're going to try and treat it anymore. This is very upsetting, but at least he won't be so sick anymore. The cancer isn't what's making him sick really, it's all the medication he's on. At least he'll hopefully be coherent and be able to do things now. Just don't know for how long. But this is something I accepted a long time ago, probably before anyone else in my family. So.....I don't know.

My throat's itchy...that's not so good.

I think I'll go play the Sims.

Today I got to school late and Mr. May didn't seem to care. And then he first pretended to be nice to us, but then made it clear that he loves the band much much more than us and that he really hates us all and then he made us carry up all the chairs and music stands from the auditorium and set them up. FOR THE BAND. Except we played for five minutes and it was awful. He was being a real bastard today.

CaDeNcEbEaTsDoWn (9:50:47 PM): its so obvious he favors them
TypicalBrunette (9:50:51 PM): of course
CaDeNcEbEaTsDoWn (9:50:54 PM): yeah i know right
TypicalBrunette (9:51:02 PM): no one wants the orchestra, we're just something that comes along with the band
TypicalBrunette (9:51:06 PM): like an std....
TypicalBrunette (9:51:16 PM): hahahah, i can't believe i just compared the orchestra to an std
CaDeNcEbEaTsDoWn (9:51:43 PM): HAHAHHAHAHA
TypicalBrunette (9:52:01 PM): but it's so true!!!
TypicalBrunette (9:52:11 PM): the band is like sex and everyone likes it and yay for the band
TypicalBrunette (9:52:21 PM): and the orchestra is just this thing that comes along and ruins everything!
TypicalBrunette (9:52:32 PM): omg, i'm sick
CaDeNcEbEaTsDoWn (9:53:06 PM): HAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAH

I blame too much health class. Ms. Martinez tramatized me with her "trophy" and now I have a sick sick mind.

We had an assembly today. It was extrodinarily stupid and now we're going to get ID's that we MUST wear because apparently we're all juvenile delinquents or something....I don't know. I doubt it'll last for too long. They can't kick everyone out of school for not wearing them. And if they did, that would be kinda fun 'cause we'd all go out for pizza.

Speaking of pizza:

Today at lunch I went up to the counter to get change for a dollar for the gumball machine. The guy was getting change for me (I think his name is Frankie? This is the same guy who calls me "Beautiful", Anna "Beautiful Eyes" and all guys we ever show up with "Crackhead"...I dunno if he has a nickname for Jen, but that could be 'cause she rarely buys things) and Matt came up and put his arm around me (yeah yeah, PDA, get over it you little three year olds) and this was the conversation which followed:

Frankie: Watch out, Matt, she's got a boyfriend!
Matt: Yeah, I know, it's me!

And we laughed quite a bit. And then told Mike and Philippe who thought we were raging idiots. Which is possible.

Anyway...it was a lot funnier at the time...and...shut up.

And then Mike did an impression of an emu humping a guy and I will never be the same again.

Oh yeah...I might have gotten into college? It's confusing. Pitt sent me a letter saying they couldn't admit me to the main campus, but that I qualified for acceptance elsewhere (they have about five campuses, I think)...so I think I got in, just to a different campus...so this might mean I'm in college, in which case I'd be really happy. But I'm not sure. So I'm mostly confused and so is my whole family. Out of my mom, my dad, Matt, and I, nobody's really sure what the letter means. I'll call tomorrow and ask. I hope it means that I can get in somewhere. It'd be nice to be less freaked about college. Maybe I'll take the number with me and call during lunch out of impatience. Or maybe not.

I'm seeing Chicago tomorrow!!! Yay!!!

I'm tired and need to take a shower.

OH! And my sociology teacher tends to say "right" in random places when speaking. Like how people say "like" for no reason (something I'm guilty of doing a lot because I'm a slutty ditz...but not really...I'm only a ditz SOME of the time....). Anyway, the girl next to me who was in my psych class and I decided to count how many times he said it. We started a little late, he'd already said it a few times by the time we started keeping track, but our final number from when we started keeping track to the end of the period was 69. I'm gonna try it again tomorrow. What else is there to do in that class? Learn?! Pfft.

Fitness will be cool, even though all the gym teachers are being mean to Ms. Lobo. But they can all fuck themselves 'cause everyone likes Ms. Lobo the most. Except Ms. Martinez is still cool, but maybe she's not one of the people being mean. Oh! Funny conversation from fitness:

Lobo: (talks about how she scheduled the entire school's gym classes and for some reason this makes her disliked by other gym teachers) So now all the gym teachers hate me...well not all of them, but some of them don't like me so much now...
Ewelina: Ew, I bet it's Miss Ettinger, she's a bitch.
(class cracks up)
Lobo: Miss Ettinger's mom died yesterday.
(silence)
Ewelina: Whatever, it's not like Miss Ettinger died!

Done writing now. Bye bye.

I got a parking permit. Whee!! So now my car has two stickers on top of each other and that will make people want to attack my car with rocks out of jealousy that I got a parking space both first and second semester. Especially if they are named Ed. Mwahahaha.

Anyway.

I say anyway a lot.

Anyway.

Don't read this next part

My grades kinda suck and I'm on the verge of not caring. I was in English today and didn't feel like paying attention and for some reason analyzed my entire academic career in high school (again). When I began high school, I actually did pretty well but my parents didn't think it was good enough and therefore convinced me (without really meaning to) I was dumb and a slacker. This was pretty steady until Junior year where I couldn't take the pressure anymore, then crashed and actually did get really shitty grades. And now senior year I'm back to just sort of decentish grades and back to hoping my parents don't flip out on me, but at this point I will simply sit there, listen to them yell, then ignore them and go on with my business. I don't have the time or the patience to deal with their bullshit anymore. I love them, but I think our relationships will be much better once I am out of high school. Finally got it into my head that just because I'm only an okay student and not in a bunch of AP's or anything like a lot of people I know doesn't mean I'm dumb, just means I have myself focused elsewhere and maybe I'm just not a great student. But that doesn't mean I'm not smart.

You can read now. Here ends long repetitive rant that I have to talk about once a month. It's just something I do, okay? Leave me alone.

Since when do I downloard Shakira songs and like them? WTF?

Yesterday I ACTUALLY ENJOYED PIT ORCHESTRA. Insanity. We played stuff with lots of weird rhythms and I actually got them and it was awesome and I was so happy that I could get the rhythms and didn't screw up as much as usual. That was fun. Regular orchestra concert tomorrow, though I sincerely doubt anyone will want to go. Except Matt's going 'cause he's cooler than all of you. And Mari and Diane are going (ahhh I forgot Diane before, I suck), of course, 'cause they're in the orchestra and two of the five people in orch who actually know how to hold a violin correctly. I am not one of those five people...just kidding...I think....

And yesterday I told Mr. May I didn't think we should play Winter Wonderland again because it's SOOO awful, and he said it's better than some of the other stuff we have. Now THAT's really scary.

Wouldn't it be great if we got credit in English class for having blogs? It's gotta be doing us some kind of good, I'm sure....

Quesadillas are great and I think I'm addicted to them.

So I'm sitting around reading blogs and you people are damn funny sometimes....

Miles masturbating quote is very amusing and then Matt wants to have sex with his computer and Mari compares people to vacuum cleaners and I was just sitting here laughing my ass off the entire time. And then Liz Niewood (who I think has a name that you have to say both the first and last together all the time for some reason, like Dan Lange and Matt Baer who very often are called Danlange and Mattbaer) posted my favorite quote from any musical EVER.

"'You been screwin' the milkman!' he says. He was crazy and he kept on screamin', 'You been screwin' the milkman! ' And then he ran into my knife! He ran into my knife TEN TIMES!"

which I have posted before but no one understood except Diane because you all are uncultured swine...but not really. But now people will know what I was talking about. HOORAY!

I need to take a shower now. And I want to see Chicago. And I also want to BE in Chicago 'cause that would be cool. And since I'm already a slut and everything...you know.

Locodanny (6:49:46 PM): Ugly!
Locodanny (6:49:51 PM): Or something equally insulting!
TypicalBrunette (6:49:54 PM): About damn time
TypicalBrunette (6:49:57 PM): You're slow.
Locodanny (6:50:02 PM): Sorry, I just saw it.
TypicalBrunette (6:50:10 PM): You're forgiven.
Locodanny (6:50:16 PM): Wait, I'm not apologizing.
Locodanny (6:50:17 PM): Fuck you!
TypicalBrunette (6:50:34 PM): Eh

All of the links on Dan's webpage have Dan's face next to them and for some reason I find that bothersome. Like we're all a bunch of Dan Lange's. Eh, whatever. ::patiently waits for Dan to call her ugly or something equally insulting::

Oh yes, Matt's cat that hates all people let me go near him without running away and this made me happy.

My AOL attempted suicide, but I sorta fixed it. Except my filing cabinets from the past three months have dissappeared and that makes me want to cry 'cause that's where I save all my funny conversations.

I went to Matt's to practice DDR today and I still kinda suck, but I'm slowly getting better. I did one of those lesson things and that kinda helped. That game is highly addicting. Except now I have the song from "Cutie Chaser" (I think that's what it is and the only reason I actually know the name of it is because people are OBSESSED with it) stuck in my head and want to kill it with a sledgehammer. Or some other sort of large, blunt object. Whatever works.

Today is my dad's birthday. Hooray. Happy Birthday to my dad except that he will not know I said this here because he does not read and this and hopefully he never will. But still, Happy Birthday to him.

I went to school for STUDY today. AND THAT WAS IT. HOW FUCKING STUPID. And my teacher WASN'T EVEN THERE!!!!!! ::reverts to childlike state of babbling nonsense and throwing things::

So Philippe and I escaped to go practice our scene which ended up not being practiced at all, but instead we put up posters for his show and talked a bunch and had some funny conversations and some not funny conversations, but it was good all around.

During putting up posters:

Robin: (in whiny childlike state) PHILIIIIIPPPPEEE, we have to practice, not put up posters, I don't want to put up posters. It's cold and I don't want to walk around and let's GOOOOO.
Philippe: It'll only take a minute, stop your keh-vetching.
Robin: Keh-vetching? That's not how you say it. It's kvetching. No "eh" in between the k and the v.
Philippe: Kah-vetching. No? Vetching. No. Ki-vetching.....(this goes on for at least another five minutes)

And rehearsing:

Philippe: How much time do we have left?
Robin: A little over an hour.
Philippe: PLENTY of time. (spends twenty minutes talking about various things instead of rehearsing like we should have)

Philippe: How much time do we have left?
Robin: 40 minutes.
Philippe: PLENTY of time. (spends twenty minutes talking about other things and then making fun of how skinny Robin is instead of rehearsing like we should have)

(situation repeats some more)

Philippe: How much time do we have left?
Robin:.....5 minutes
Philippe: .............PLENTY of time....

These are the people who will some day be ruling the world. Be afraid. Be VERY afraid.

How I wrote my name on my English midterm:

Robin L (hates midterms)

I had bio (failed), math (failed), and English (did not fail) all in a row today. ::passes out::

The funny thing is that my English midterm was writing an in class essay on naturalism in The Jungle. I have not read past chapter three in The Jungle, yet I wrote four pages (two front and back) on it.

Then after my brain was all jell-o like from too many bad bad midterms I went out to lunch with Linda, Rebecca, Philippe, Mike, Mari, Amy, and some girl who I did not know. Yay for Roman Gourmet where the guy recognized me and said, "I know, you want a plain slice"...but then I didn't because I wanted chicken parm. But still, it's cool that he recognizes me...
....oh shit, did I just have pizza for lunch AND dinner? Gross.

After lunch I ended up back at school to drop off Linda and pick up Matt. We watched Bandits. Bruce Willis had a mullet. Disturbing. But the movie was good.

Later, Philippe came over with his DDR and we played and OMG DO I SUCK AT THAT GAME. It's just very very sad how horrible I am at it. And then people try to give me advice and I get angry.

DDR was followed by American Idol which is FUCKING HILARIOUS.

I tried running lines with Philippe for our scene online and it worked for awhile until we both forgot our lines and realized we didn't have scripts.

Wheeee no midterms tomorrow!!!!

Here I am!

I'm tired. I have not studied for midterms at all. I missed two of the classes of which I have midterms in tomorrow.

I am extrodinarily screwed. Here comes the panic attack.....

My psych teacher didn't show up for class today. And there was no sub. I hope she's okay.

I'm so tired.

The robot that writes Matt's blog entries must be malfunctioning since he hasn't had an update since Thursday. Fix it, Matt.

I didn't get into region, and not only am I not surprised I also don't care. My attitude for the audition was "Oh fuck it". And it worked. Yay for me.

Miles and Mari ripped me off with the whole counter/comments thing. I hate you both and will come after you...but not really. And Mari's AIM is dead and that is sad, but now I'll talk to her via my blog and say "If you want to get comments and need help plugging them in I can try and help you."

And now I am going to Matt's. Bye.

Went to see Philippe's play with Matt and Jon and Molly and Ariel and Mike. The play was WEIRD, but good. Philippe makes an excellent Spanish mountain climbing communist. Although, I'm sorry Philippe, but the guy covered in lights with a rose was THE BEST PART of the entire show.

Afterward I went to the diner with Matt, Mike, Jon, and Philippe. Fun fun fun. And apparently I'm very un-Jewish looking. I'm so un-Jewish looking that I look Irish. Crazy.

I'm sleepy. Good night.

I just read Miles's blog and want to comment on what he said re: Philippe and Daisy

To Miles: I envy you. I WISH I could be neutral. I wish I could be on the extreme outside of it and feel bad for them, but still be able to be friends with them both. I HATE taking sides. Anyone who knows me knows that I will do my best to never pick sides on something I don't know all the facts about and I will never put someone in the position of picking a side if I can help it. But for some reason, I was put somewhat in the middle and now I CAN'T be neutral. I was personally attacked in all of this and my side was chosen for me. For some reason, my name got dragged through the mud in the whole mess and as much as I wish I could, I can't just forget about it and pretend it didn't happen. I lost one of my best friends and that hurt so incredibly much that I can't even describe it. If the world made more sense, people breaking up wouldn't effect their friends. They would move on and everyone could still get along and things wouldn't suck so much, but the world makes no sense so it doesn't work that way.

I wish I could be neutral. I wish I could still have my friend because it's so hard to not speak to someone, to be afraid to make eye contact, to stay angry at someone. It's horrible to feel like running away just at the sight of a person. Especially someone who was a best friend. So I'm not going to be angry anymore, it's just too hard. But I can't go back to the way it was. I was attacked for no reason and I can't just pretend it didn't happen, no matter how much I wish I could. So I'm jealous. Despite anyway I may act or anything I may say, I miss my friend. Despite what has happened and what names I have been called and how many times I have been attacked for no reason...I still miss my friend and I wish that somehow it could all be a giant misunderstanding and we could all be friends again. But that's not going to happen.

I've gone off on a tangent. I started this trying to say something about how it's good to not pick sides and I ended up telling my own little piece of the insanity (just so you know I wasn't attacking anything Miles said, I just went on a tangent about my own feelings on it and didn't stop). There's a million more things I could say, but none of them make any sense in writing or anywhere other than in my head. So I will end with this: If you can stay neutral, you are incredibly lucky. Don't pick a side. Don't get involved. Just be there for your friends, I doubt that anyone will hold it against you.

DaThrillPh (12:24:39 AM): jesus christ
DaThrillPh (12:24:45 AM): the impossible has happened
TypicalBrunette (12:25:34 AM): ?
DaThrillPh (12:26:05 AM): you did not put me down for once
TypicalBrunette (12:26:09 AM): hahaha
TypicalBrunette (12:26:11 AM): shutup
DaThrillPh (12:26:12 AM): amazing
TypicalBrunette (12:26:21 AM): i am a nice person, you fuck head

Special Dance is awesome. I wish I could dance. I believe dancing requires confidence, and since that is something I severly lack, I can not dance. Instead, I look like a monkey having a seizure when I try and am a source of great amusement to those around me.

Whatever, I'll make Linda teach me to dance. Hahahah.

Region auditions are tomorrow! Or...today...huh, I should probably go to sleep. But it's not like I actually care or anything, so it doesn't matter. I'm so unprepared, it's great. I just DON'T CARE. I really don't want to go wait on line forever to sing that stupid song AGAIN and then go home. And I am missing Matt's sermon thing which I would actually like to see (Good luck Matt, if you read this before you do the sermon thing...if it's after, then I'm sure you did well anyway. Wish I could be there!).

Philippe's play tomorrow! And then next weekend we have to do our scene for Gov. Awards....hahaha, we haven't done it ONCE. Doom!!! Oh well, I have faith that we'll get it together because Philippe is cool that way (hey Philippe look at me NOT picking on you! I gave you a compliment!)

I'm tired and hungry...what to do, what to do....

Oh yeah, and I met the famous Hope yesterday. She tried to eat Mike's hair and it was funny.

What's this about Imhoff going to the hospital? I hope he's okay. His class bores me to death at times, but he's a nice guy and he doesn't deserve to have things wrong with him.

My mom got me star pajamas and chocolate and that made me ridiculously happy.

I am much too lazy to update my blog. Here is a quiz.




What lame pick up line are you?

I was hoping to get, "Did it hurt?"...oh well...

Oooh! Everyone go see Philippe's play because it's funny and Philippe's in it.

End Public Service Announcement.

I think I'll go get some hot chocolate and go to sleep. G'night.

Hooray for Wednesday! That makes it almost Thursday which makes it almost Friday which makes it almost three day weekend! Yipee!!!

I have the Anvil Chorus or whatever it's called stuck in my head. Daaa daaaa daaa da da...da daaa da daaa da daaaaa daaaaa.

Right. I'm sane.

I think I'm going to see the Special Dance Recital tomorrow which should be fun and make me wish I could dance. When I was little my parents used to take me to the ballet and when we'd leave I'd walk around on my tip-toes and pretend to be graceful like a ballerina. Oh come on, like you didn't do that...I'm talking to the girls who read this...and (insert name of male friend of your choice), of course.

Short entry 'cause my mom just got home and I have to go be a good daughter now.

Is it still only Tuesday?!?! What?!?!?

Today there was no point in my being in school until at least 11:30, and that's only 'cause I like going to lunch, so really there was no point in my being there until 12:20. Silly school.

I had orchestra where I didn't play very much, followed by study where I fell asleep and then a Bio lab where Mrs. Hershey was absent. Mrs. DeLuca was our sub, so we ended up watching "Fifteen and Pregnant" starring teen pregnancy queen Kirsten Dunst. It was sort of biology related...I think.

In English, this cartoonist guy named Ted Rall came in to talk to us about political cartoons. He was funny, although he said "dude" excessively. But it was definitely better than sitting around talking about The Jungle.

I've run out of things to say. Yawn.

I have not left my house or seen any of my friends since Thursday morning. It feels sooooo strange. I feel all behind on everything.

I think someone turned the heat up too high in my house.

I was watching this crap show on VH1 about the 80's and they were talking about Joanie Loves Chachi, that show that they spun off of Happy Days out of desperation. Apparently it was very popular in Korea (I think they said Korea) because in Korean (I think), Chachi means penis.

Learn something new everyday.

I feel sorta better. I can walk around a little more without feeling like I'm gonna fall over, so that's good. And my fever seems to have gone away, for now. I still feel kinda gross, though. I can't get rid of this damned headache.

Anyway, this means I will probably still be quarantined for the rest of the day and have to go to school tomorrow, which is really no fun at all, but it's only a half day and I think people are going out for lunch, so that will be cool if I get to go.

I got a letter from my psych teacher saying I had 6 absences in her class. Which means I now have 8 absences in her class and I'm allowed 9. Eek. Although I think that's a bit fucked up because none of my other teachers have said I have that many absences....although who knows, we may get more letters...grrr....I like Mrs. Stelmasik when she's not being a pain in the ass about stupid rules. She lets this one kid in my class come in late every day of his life AND eat his lunch in class and I get in trouble for being sick? Not fair. And she's had more absences than my entire class combined. Okay, so she's pregnant, but still, give people a break!

Done ranting, I think.

I wish I had more to write about. Not much goes on in my house, though.

It looks pretty out today, but it's probably cold as hell. I miss spring.

Grrr...I am grumpy because I'm missing hanging out with people and having fun and I'm stuck here with nothing to do and since people who I'd talk to to amuse me are all together doing fun things, my options are sitting in front of the computer all night or sitting in front of the TV all night. Grr.

And that was one hell of a run-on sentence. Mrs. Petrallia would attack me with a dictionary if she saw that.

I watched way too much Nick Jr. this morning.

My mother was home till 9:30 this morning and would not let me sneak into school to see the MLK assembly (as many of you suggested I do), but it didn't matter since I couldn't move off the couch without being in pain. Yay for Theraflu, it makes me feel less like I'm going to spontaneously combust.

Some guy called and offered me a free cell phone this morning. I should have taken it 'cause my phone is ugly and annoying and does nothing fun. Oh well, I probably would have had to pay trillions of dollars for other things to get the phone. Speaking of phones, my dad has lost two cell phones in the past year or two. How pathetic. But now he has a really pretty one that has songs and lights up and I'm jealous.

I wish I could have people come over and watch movies and stuff tonight, except my mom isn't letting anyone in the house. I told you I was quarantined. Not that I want to get people sick, but I'm so bored. And everyone's still at school for at least another 35 minutes.

Yeah, you've probably guessed by now that I have nothing to say and am just posting because I'm SOOOO bored.

So bye for now.

I feel like watching the Osbournes and it's not on. How annoying. I really need something that will make me laugh hysterically without having to think too much right now.

I spoke to Philippe once on the phone and Matt twice, that really cheered me up. People should call me all weekend, it makes me happy.

I really want to see Chicago and it's not opening in normal places until the 24th (don't ask me how I remembered that), and I would just go to New York and see it except I'm now quarantined by order of my mother. Not cool at all.

I'm sleepy but I don't feel like sleeping because I'm too uncomfortable. I kind of feel like going and taking a shower 'cause I feel all gross, but I don't feel like standing up for that long. At least now I have an excuse for my laziness.

I have "Papa Don't Preach" stuck in my head. Haha.

And now I have run out of things to say. Bye for now.

And my temperature is now at 102.2.....

:* (

My mom got me this cherry theraflu stuff that tastes like chewable children's tylenol, only liquid and steaming hot. So gross.

I'm so bored!!!!

I also missed Anna's birthday and seeing how things with Ms. Lawerence turned out. I wish people would come home and let me know, or call me, or something.

Temperature as of two hours ago: 101.2

Not good at all.

It has been determined by my mother's (pretend) medical experise that I probably have the flu and I must agree. I've had a headache since yesterday and I'm all achey and went from being extremely cold when no one else was to being extremely hot when no one else in my house is. Blah. Stupid illness.

Then as I was having a nice little fevered nap my mom starts yelling that I got a letter from Pittsburgh which makes me wake up, stand up to fast, get dizzy, recover, get nervous, go downstairs mumbling, "It's probably my rejection letter." and rip open the envelope. No rejection letter. No acceptance letter. It was a letter telling me they didn't have my SAT scores, despite the fact that I sent them in November. Then I went to see if I could check this out online and had an e-mail from Pitt saying they didn't have my social security number either, and without that they couldn't process my application. AHHH!!!

Called them up. Went through various menus and being on hold for much too long only to be told that their computer screwed up and they accidently had two files for me and that they indeed had both my social security number AND my SAT scores. Way to make a sick girl panic. But the woman I talked to was very nice and said she'll call me back once she straightens everything out, so I'm a little calmer now.

Except if I turn my head too fast, everything goes all swirly. Although, I'll blame that on the fever.

I. am. SO. ANGRY.

If anyone wants to do a dramatic scene with me for governor's awards, contact me AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. Meaning in five minutes. Because I just got screwed over BIG TIME.

Yay! I'm doing dramatic with Linda and comedic with Philippe and everything will be great...yipee!!

OH! Matt and I rented Trekkies over the weekend. It was so funny and scary, but more scary. I think if we watched it again it would be more funny and less scary because we wouldn't be sitting there the entire time going "OH MY GOD WHAT IS SHE WEARING?!?" or "HE WANTS TO DO WHAT TO HIS EARS?!?!" Except for that part where the transvestite starts singing. That will always be terrifying.

P.S. I secretely read Liz Niewood's blog....shhhhh....I'm trying to find out what makes her #1 slut and what just makes me #2 slut.

I hate being alone for hours at a time. Especially at night. Both my parents are working late and I came home at around 4ish which is kinda early for me lately and haven't left the house since. So I'm bored and lonely and creeped out by being in an empty house.

I really need a haircut.

We had a quiz in math AND I ACTUALLY KNEW WHAT I WAS DOING...or so I thought. He put some stupid annoying quadratic formual questions on there and they pissed me off. Oh well, I think I did okay anyway. Booo, math.

I want to be in the musical. I told people at lunch that I would steal a whore costume and then just walk across the stage and THEN go back down to the pit and play my violin. In the whore costume. After I said this, Mike suggested that someone streak across the stage.....I don't think so. I'm not much for streaking or for naked violin playing which would inevitably follow since I'd have to go play in the pit.

Wow my writing sucks now.

I came home and slept for awhile since I'm seriously sleep deprived. Somehow my brain related coming home and sleeping to this: I think I need a hobby. Maybe I should take up an instrument....oh wait....(and that wasn't an attempt at a dumb joke, I actually thought that for a minute....brain good work me)

I REALLY need a haircut. Is it haircut or hair cut?

My Parnassian meeting got cancelled or postponed or something, which is probably good 'cause I was completely unprepared anyway. Like I don't have scenes yet. Well, I do have one scene, but I have to ask Megan and Liza if they'd mind 'cause Linda and I want to do their scene from The Dining Room. Because we're just too lazy to find another comedic scene.

After I found out the meeting got cancelled I wandered around a little bit, then went to the band room which I figured out is where I go automatically if I have nothing better to do. Even when I'm just going to go home, I will head towards the band room and then go out that way. What a loser I am. Anyway, Mike was there, shortly followed by Mari and Philippe and Laura. There was a lot of talk about FNL, which I want to try out for. I'm at the point where I wouldn't mind making an ass out of myself by auditioning, the only problem is that I'm friends with the directors and if I screwed up, I'm afraid I'd never hear the end of it. Oh well, I'll audition anyway.

Hmm...I should probably eat dinner sometime tonight, shouldn't I?

Oooh, Mrs. Petrallia has jury duty. That means that my day will be COMPLETELY pointless tomorrow. Not that it wasn't already, but now I'll have to do busy work in her class and stuff. That kinda sucks.

Here is my schedule for tomorrow:

1 - Orchestra which I don't even count as a class
2 - Chorus...same...ooh, Imhoff gave me the money he owed me today. Cool. Except not really.
3 - Study - again...why bother?
5 - Bio - Look at leaves in microscopes....wheeee
6 - Lunch - my favorite class
7 - Psych - worksheets...yawn
8 - Math - hahahahahahahahahahahahh.....ahahahah....ha
9 - English - sub and busy work like crazy

Hopefully I will get to do something fun after school.

It's snowing again. Crazy winter.

OH! And my college envelopes got all watery and stuck together so now I need to get more envelopes.....Matt? Help? Please? I'm too lazy to go out and buy them. Or like go to the guidance office and get them or something. I'll give you brownies.

I think I'll go get food now. Leave me comments because I'm looooonely.

I just ate WAY too many cheese-its.

It's been snowing all day but it hasn't been sticking except to things like my car so I have to spend ten minutes cleaning it off. So basically, this snow is useless. Except it's kinda pretty, so it's okay. If I wasn't so tired and it wasn't dark out, I'd go take pictures of pretty snow covered things.

My mom's annoying me about college things. I hate college applications. I don't even know if I really want to go to half these places I'm applying to. I want to be near people I know. This whole thing where we all have to move away and barely ever see each other again once we graduate is really stressing me out, and it's not even for months and months and months.

Anyway. Someone cheer me up about this. Please?

Random thought:
I wonder who owns the internet....

I think the cow that lives in Kait's brain and makes her do crazy things is acting up again. Crazy Floyd.

Matt's cat Patches broke his bowl. Tragic. Every time I go to Matt's house I see Patches sitting in a bowl on the kitchen counter and I say "Cat in a bowl!"....despite how big of a dork this makes me, it was still a funny thing to see. Poor cat.

I have a really gross pimple I wish it would go away.

I have very little to write about. You can tell this by the fact that I wrote about pimples and the cow that lives in Kait's head and my boyfriend's cat's bowl of all things.

I think I need a nap.

Plagerizing is a way of life. Now to copy EVERYONE else because I'm too tired and lazy to make a real entry.
Except I took out the stupid ones that are half of a sentence because they really piss me off.

Googlism for: robin

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robin is one of my closest friends in fandom
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robin is back in the hospital
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robin is a member of the bluebird and thrush family
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robin is also a radio regular
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robin is a welcome sign that spring is here or at least very near
robin is an exception to the ordinary and so are his doors
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robin is technically a chat thrush
robin is one of the most native and democratic of our birds; he is one of the family
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robin is not extinct
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robin is equally at home on both the atlantic and pacific coasts
robin is captured
robin is also an experienced orchestral bassist
robin is part of the mrp birel racing team in 2002
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robin is actively involved in helping to update and modernise these qualifications
robin is a total sweetheart
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robin is a strong believer in destiny himself
robin is not one of our most charming songsters
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robin is framed for murder
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robin is devoted to helping dogs and their people

More funny things:

Matt posted this on his blog:

WyattReloads (1:21:48 AM): so what makes you tick, robin?
TypicalBrunette (1:22:28 AM): probably that watch i swallowed

a short time after this I was IMed by the one and only Dan Lange:

Locodanny (2:32:48 AM): so what makes you tick, robin?
TypicalBrunette (2:32:59 AM): shut the fuck up, dan

Aw shit, I just inadvertantly gave Dan free publicity. Eh, whatever, I'm going to sleep.

Miles and I have funny conversations:

ThisMilkIsHot (1:37:22 AM): ooh someone got warrrrrrrned
TypicalBrunette (1:37:29 AM): yeah
TypicalBrunette (1:37:39 AM): it was because i was sending people porn and got caught...damnit
ThisMilkIsHot (1:38:39 AM): robin robin robin will you ever learn
TypicalBrunette (1:38:47 AM): ::hangs head in shame::

And we're gonna start a riot:

ThisMilkIsHot (1:42:13 AM): emotion eric doesnt update
ThisMilkIsHot (1:42:18 AM): and it upsets me so much
TypicalBrunette (1:42:19 AM): i know, it's annoying
ThisMilkIsHot (1:43:21 AM): lets riot
TypicalBrunette (1:43:25 AM): okay
TypicalBrunette (1:43:55 AM): does that mean i have to get up? 'cause if it does i'd much rather just send an angry letter
ThisMilkIsHot (1:44:15 AM): but then youd have to think
TypicalBrunette (1:44:31 AM): hmm...you're right, lets riot
ThisMilkIsHot (1:47:43 AM): ill get the rocks
TypicalBrunette (1:47:57 AM): i'll find sticks

In today's news:

I went to my grandparents house today and my grandfather thought the remote control was a telephone. It's kind of depressing, but at the time it made me laugh, which is bad. I am a bad person. But not really, 'cause it was funny, but it is still sad. I'm getting repetitive.

My dad listened to my Norah Jones CD and said he really liked it which makes me think he's now going to steal it and take it to work with him.

I got a new jacket. FINALLY. No more big bulky ugly black coat for Robin (you people think I actually LIKED that thing?!?). This is a new big bulky ugly coat...no, not really. It's pretty. Sort of.

I woke up at 1 this afternoon, but was still tired. And then I watched the Osbournes non-stop till we went out and that was fun.

At my grandparents house I played things from MuffinFilms.com for my grandfather and he laughed, while my mother saw it and said to me, "You're strange." Yes, I am, because that is how she raised me. So ha.

I'm hungry.

I wish I hadn't hated piano lessons so much 'cause I'd like it if I could learn how to play jazz on the piano or other fun things like in The Majestic when Jim Carrey just randomly starts playing fun jazz things. That was a good movie, I want to see it again. I'd go out and rent it, but it's late and I'm lazy and I owe the video store money so I won't.

Rambling alert!

Time for food.

I felt icky so I decided I should sleep. But then I decided I didn't feel like sleeping, so I went to go watch TV and I came back online and I missed talking to Matt and now I am sad AND my nose is stuffy.

Go ahead and make fun of me, I will have my revenge.

Why is Kait's site SO VERY PRETTY and mine is SO VERY NOT?!?!?!?!

I kinda slept through the past two days, since they were so completely pointless....actually, most of senior year is completely pointless, but I don't think I can sleep through it. Oh well.

They postponed region auditions tomorrow. YES. That means I don't have to wake up at 8 to drive to stupid Paramus to wait on line for hours. I don't actually want to audition and I don't actually want to be in region chorus (not that I'll make it in or anything), I'm just doing it to fill the requirement for chorus (haha, AP chorus) because if I don't do this I'll have to sing in Cabaret Night and that would NOT be good.

Meanwhile, I'm bored out of my mind. After school Healy kicked the entire student body out of the building on threat of detention if we weren't gone we gave Matt a ride home, then went to get gas, then went to Taco Bell 'cause I was hungry and then I came home and fell asleep 'cause I was really really tired. What an exciting day.

After school I went to this meeting for Anthony's variety-type TV show thing. I'm not exactly sure what it is. And apparently I was made a writer? Huh? I can't write, what the hell? Okay, I can write normal boring English papers, but I can't write comedy things. That's insane. I told my mom that and then I told her that I was the only girl there and she said, "Well now you have to do it because you have to prove that girls can be good comedy writers." Tina Fey has proved that, why must I? I hate when my mom gets all feminist-y. Oh well, I'll write something if I can think of anything. And then it will get rejected. But at least I'll try...sort of.

I found out that Chris reads my blog which is kinda funny 'cause I haven't talked to Chris since 9th grade when we had swimming together and we used to make fun of him 'cause he didn't want to get his hair wet. Whatever, people reading my blog is cool....unless you're a stalker, and then I must ask you to leave.

I think I will go shopping tomorrow to celebrate not having region auditions. And because I feel like it. And because I don't really have anything better to do.

Bored bored bored.

At lunch we gave Philippe a pony tail. A really girly one, too. That was funny. But then he stole my hair tie which was not so funny because I'm running out of hair ties. I already had some girl in gym class steal three of them, and she still asks me for a hair tie on a daily basis. But it's okay because Philippe gave mine back (or more accurately, I grabbed it out of his hair after school because he refused to take the pony tail out which is a bit frightening, but whatever).

I should really learn to write endings for this thing. Bye.

Everyone was kinda grumpy today because we had to go back to school and no one has slept enough in weeks.

I was kinda grumpy.

It's snowing.

I'm all blah currently. Dunno why.

Sleepy time.

It's raining, it's pouring, the old man is snoring...

Eh, you know the rest of the song.

I really think we should have the next two days off. What's the point of us going back for two days and then having the weekend? Oh well, I guess it's better than having to go back for a full week. I'm completely not ready for this vacation to be over, it was so much fun.

Happy New Year! Last night I had dinner with Matt and his family and another family that they're friends with. That was fun (despite the fact that I was kinda nervous beforehand, but it turned out fine). We showed Matt's friend (also named John, but not the same Jon as from New York) Eddie Izzard. He didn't think it was very funny, but he also bumped his head on the ceiling going down to the basement, so I'm going to blame it on possible brain addlement. Yes, that's a word. Shut up.

I managed to drop my camera down some steps while at Matt's. I am Robin, superclutz extrodinaire.

At midnight we watched the ball drop on TV. I decided that New Year's Eve is a weird holiday since it's really just a bunch of people getting together in large groups and counting. And then everyone gets drunk. Hmm....

After that we decided to walk towards Flood's Hill and see the end of the fireworks on the way. When we got to Flood's Hill the adults turned back and it was just me, Matt, and John. We heard some voices towards the other end of the field and assumed they were drunk kids and for some reason we decided to walk towards them. At that point we heard someone screaming a name that I thought was Lyle and Matt thought was Miles so we walked closer. Then we heard a voice that sounded like Mike. Then we heard another voice that was very obviously Philippe so we started screaming to them and walked over. Turns out the "Drunk kids" were Mike, Miles, Philippe, Mari, Liza, David, Linda, and possibly some other people and I just wasn't paying attention. It was dark and I was getting tired. They all ran off to someone's house to watch a movie and we turned back to go to Matt's. Matt's dad gave me a ride home and Matt and I had a competition about whether a street was before or after school. It was pretty funny.

Today was my family's annual New Year's party. It was pretty boring until my friends showed up (finally) and then we were all bored together! Hooray! We played Clue and then tried Silent Football but there kept being interruptions and stupidity, which is the basic point of Silent Football from what I understand, so it was still amusing. Philippe glared at me a lot and I don't know why.

After that we went to Mike's house to sit around some more, only this time Mari, David, Liz, and Linda came along. We started watching Beauty and the Beast, but didn't make it very far before having to leave.

And now I am at home and am very tired and wishing we didn't have school tomorrow. It really is stupid to start school on the 2nd when most people have spent the past two days partying.

It just hit me that it's now 2003. Scary. And I'm going to be 18 in about 3 months. Scarier. And I'm graduating in 6th months. Holy shit. That is pretty fucking scary.

I made it into Liz's quote book! I feel special. That thing is hilarious, I want one.

I still need to go Christmas shopping for people. Eek. I feel bad, I should have gotten people stuff awhile ago. But I will get people things eventually. Really. I actually have money to get people stuff this year. Yay!

I'm getting a headache, so I'll stop writing now since this entry seems really really boring to me. Good night.