Oh, come on Joseph... so I spelled your URL wrong... sugarsnapjoe totally makes you sound like a pimp....totally!!....Please forgive me? Pleeaase? I <3 you!

David - When I said "who's is bigger", I didn't mean who left longer comments. ;-)

Don't worry. I still think you're peachy keen.

MINE's bigger, bitch...

How much can I not stand Hilary Duff and her stupid sister in every stupid frickin' commercial they do together??

Sooooo much.

David and Joseph seem to be having some kind of "who's is bigger" contest in my comments section. Okay, maybe not, but I always wanted to accuse someone of having a "who's is bigger" contest. Okay, not really, but right NOW I feel like accusing people of having a "who's is bigger" contest. There. And how did I get involved in this Zhang Ziyi thing? Seriously. What?

Let's see how many people find my blog while searching for porn just because of that last paragraph there.

My head hurts as do my ovaries...or something around that area...ow. Oh well. Lalala.

I got a job! I think. As long as my training goes okay and stuff. Hopefully it will. Hooray for Kaity and her boytoy Clay for getting me the job! I now get to be a hot video store chick. Whooo.

Fry kissing Edna (big freaky lobster chick thing) on Futurama is one of the most disgusting things I've ever seen in animation.

Meanwhile, my response to everything that annoys me lately is "Uch, your mom." Either that or, "Eh, blow me." Which would actually be quite difficult to do, technically, but...yeah...just sharing...

I also called my old job today that I left feeling all annoyed at (the doctor's office with my yucky boss) to see if they had the amazing denim blazer that I loved. 'Cause I suddenly decided this morning that maybe I left it there. But it wasn't there. Which means it's most likely gone forever. Sigh.

Puppies cure a bad day...

So I get this comment saying I don't update or something.

I'm in an awful sort of mood. So now you're stuck with an update of cranky sensitiveness. I'm PMSing like a mad woman. It's ridiculous. And I did not have a good day.

I woke up with this pain in my shoulder/neck. Yummy. So I had a little trouble getting out of the house on time.

I get to school, drive around looking for parking for about ten minutes. I'm running a little late and I think, "Well, lots of people are late to this class and he never really seems to mind, so it's okay." I wasn't like slacking, but I wasn't freaking out that I would be late since lots of people are late.

I walk in to the teacher saying sternly to me in front of the whole class, "You're always late and you always miss the directions."

EXCUSE me?! There are at least three other people who have come in late at least as often, if not more often than me, who also come in way way later. On top of that, I never really disrupt class when I come in late, I'll even sometimes sit on the floor (we have class in a TV studio so we have to go find our own chairs from the back and there's no desks or anything) just so I don't cause disruption trying to find a chair. And I'm pretty much almost always prepared, as opposed to a few of the kids who had like...nothing. So. Shut up. And don't give me crap in front of the whole class, a few of whom didn't even bother to show up today. Thank you very much.

So, right. What else? People stole a few of the CD's I wanted to play on the radio. As well as the fact that the radio station is spending a ridiculous amount of money for an event that no one is going to go to. Money we could maybe better use to get new equipment (our stuff is ancient) or CD's or figure out a way so we can actually broadcast somewhere other than the cafeteria. It's really pointless spending all this money on this thing. And quite a waste. There's no way we can really break even. It's sad and frustrating to most of the people at the station who are really just there 'cause they think being a DJ is kinda fun or interesting or a good experience, and are getting pulled into this ridiculousness.

And..I have cramps like a mofo.

I should stop whining. I don't have it so bad.

Plus, Josh just sent me a picture of his family's new puppy. Sigh. I'm gonna get all attatched and it's not even my puppy and then it goes back to the seeing eye program. Hehe. Oh well. Puppy!!!!

Say the line Earl, or you get the gas...

Why am I so amused by doody jokes?

P.S. Does anyone remember Action League NOW! ?

I'll write a real entry one of these days. Seriously.

Don't Panic

There's a trailer for the Hitchhiker's Guide movie on the front page of Amazon.com.

How much do I want to see that movie? So much. Mostly because it's got Mos Def in it. And Mos Def makes everything better.

No jokes here

So I didn't write about this before because I was kind of scared and I didn't want to make anyone worried for no reason, and I didn't want to jinx stuff....but I'm gonna write about it now.

So on Thursday I went to the gynocologist for a normal check up type thing. Going to the gynocologist is funny. I don't really get why some people make such a big deal out of it, I don't find it THAT uncomfortable. I mean, there's poking and prodding in weird places, but it's not like it hurts (at least I'm pretty sure it shouldn't!). Maybe people are just more modest than me? Hehe. Anyway, I went to the gyno, and that was okay. Except at the end of my exam the doctor thought she might have felt a cyst on my left ovary.

Ooookay. She said it was usually nothing, but that she was sending me for an ultrasound just to be sure. I was already freaking out a little bit. I started freaking out kind of the second I saw that, "Hey, that shouldn't be there" look on my doctor's face during my exam. But I stayed calm enough until I got to the car where, of course, I immedeatly started crying on the phone to Josh and my mom. I don't know exactly why I was crying, I wasn't TOO scared about it...the doctor hadn't seemed that concerned. But I was nervous and thinking about my grandfather and how my grandmother had breast cancer years and years ago and how my mom had a hystorectomy and all that lovely stuff.

I got home and calmed down, mostly because I didn't want my mom to start freaking out. She freaked out anyway, but it would have been worse if I was being a spaz, too.

I went for an ultrasound on Friday. Linda was nice enough to go with me (Mari was going to come, too, but had rehearsal) :-). Actually, she drove me! An hour before you have an ultrasound, you have to drink 38 ounces of water. That's a little over two normal size bottles of Poland Spring that I drank in like...ten minutes...15, maybe? I swear, I really felt like my eyeballs were floating....it was crazy. Hence Linda driving, I was afraid I'd be too distracted by having to pee, hehe.

The ultrasound itself was kinda weird. They put this goo on my stomach which my mom told me was going to be cold, but it actually seemed to heat up a lot once it hit my skin. Very weird. The technician chick moved that sensor thing around...it was okay except that she was pressing down on my bladder after I'd had like a bucket of water. Eesh.

I also had an "internal" ultrasound. I won't go much into that, heh. Lets just say it was more poking and prodding like at the gyno's office. Not too bad, though.

Anyway, that was it and then I just had to wait a few days for my doctor to get back to me with my results. The ultrasound technician told me everything looked good and not to worry too much, but I still was a little nervous. I had lots of distractions, though. My grandmother went into assisted living over the weekend and that caused plenty of excitement since she's a cranky old lady who didn't want to be there. The people at the assisted living place kept calling to tell us how aggitated she was. Then she fell and they took her to the hospital (she's okay) and that caused more stuff to deal with. So I didn't have to spend too much time being worried. Josh was nice and called me everyday over the weekend to keep me even more distracted. And Linda and Mari were good at dealing with my random spazzing. I have great friends. :-D

So this afternoon I turned my cell phone on to a voicemail from my doctor.....and I'm fine!! She said everything looks okay and the ultrasound was clear and I'm so happy!!! I'm really grateful that it was nothing. And I'm especially grateful to my friends for keeping me calm and being so helpful while things were a little uncertain. Thanks, guys. :-)

And I've decided that this month I'm going to give money to ovarian cancer research. Since there are women who didn't get such happy news from their doctors.

Now I've gotta go. My aunt's in town and I have to get ready. Thanks again to all my friends. I don't know what I would do without you guys.

::muah::

Did you know that butterfly's taste with their feet? So that when they land on you, they're actually TASTING YOU.

And you people wonder why they freak me out. C'mon!

Happy Valentine's Day!

Sam and Libby Ballet Flats

My parents got me these for Valentine's Day. They make me feel like when I was little and always wanted to walk around in ballet slippers. Also, they're SOOOO comfy. And pretty!

Must go...have to pee....

Math Notes Part Deux

*Note...I was kinda a bitch about some chick in my class...I didn't actually mean that mean stuff, I was just bored and cranky and annoyed...I'm sure she's a perfectly nice person...as well as the teacher, who was a substitute today, hence my cranky annoyance....substitutes in college...gah...just cancel the class!!...Anyway...enjoy :-) (I hope)


Page 1

Valentine's Day is on Monday! Ohh...exciting...My mom is apparently getting me a Valentine present...

(formulas)

Oh man...there's this chick in my class who is way way WAY too excited to be here... You know the kind... the chick who sits in the front row everyday and answers every question allowed(should be "aloud"...what a dumbass I am)...even rhetorical questions...and laughs at every stupid ass joke the teacher says... or even laughs just 'cause the teacher is chuckling awkardly...

(pictures)

ew...and she just randomly talks to the teacher like they're in some kind of private tutoring session...bleh...


Page 2

(pictures)

I'm a bit dissapointed... the girl with the cool dreads isn't here... Ho hum... somebody told me... that you had a boyfriend..who looked like a girlfriend..that I had in February of last year... ladida...

(formulas)

Sometimes in class when I'm desperately bored I'll try and count out the seconds left in class... it never works... I think I count too fast... or maybe the clock knows what I'm doing and slows down to punish me for...I dunno... offending the clock gods...


Page 3

(formulas)

Dave yelled at me for not just walking out of class last week when I had to pee... Okay, wait, I havve to interrupt this story... remember annoying talks too much chick? OMG If I didn't know better... I'd say that her and the sub are... FLIRTING!

(picutres)

Ew! Ew ew ew ew ew! Okay... they're about the same age... 40's - 50's... but...EW!


Page 4

WTF, man?! W. T. F. You are not flirting with the teacher in front of the class! That's disgusting!

(pictures)

Alright... so along w/ the gross flirting this kid in the front just farted... Do you see what happens when you flirt in class?! You give your students gas...

(pictures)

Hey... that rhymed... and yeah... I almost busted out laughing when the kid farted... because I'm 5...

(formulas)


Page 5

(pictures)

I wonder if I'll still think farting is funny when I'm old... I mean.... if you can't laugh at farting... What can you laugh at?

(pictures)

Yeah teacher just said "cone" and I thought he said "colon" and almost laughed... what is wrong w/ me today?!

(formulas)

Talks-a-lot just asked how to put 1/3 into her calculator...sigh...


Page 6

(pictures and an actual note to myself!)

Still have the Killers stuck in my head... Weekend at Bernie's was on this morning... I definitely saw Bernie moving his legs... cheap!

(formulas)

Woohoo I just put an answer on the board and it was right and I rule... although now I feel like everyone was staring at my wrinkley jeans... or my butt... either or...

(pictures)

Now talks-a-lot is just repeating other people's answers like she thought of them all by herself... bleh...sigh... want to go home!...

With a flower in your hair...

I really don't know why, but I really like the video for Maroon 5's Sunday Morning. It makes me smile. Possibly 'cause I want to go to a karaoke bar and have fun and sing with everyone. And because it shows the people in Maroon 5 smiling....which is kinda rare in their videos...anyway...

I also just like the song.

I need some sleep.

P.S. There is totally use of vagina references in that video....in my opinion...

I had a dream that my parents had a baby girl before I was born but she died a few days after she was born and she didn't have a name. And that today was her birthday. It made me sad. But as far as I know, none of that is true. Maybe something to do with me feeling bad for having no siblings. For me and for my parents, who wanted two kids. Sigh. Anyway.

I have radio tomorrow...any requests?

I think I might have just eaten a piece of cake simply out of boredom...that's not good. Or maybe I was hungry...I can't remember now...oy.

Superspoon?

Apparently there was some kind of ball game going on yesterday....? I, of course, remain oblivious. Because, as we all know, I am a girl, and girl's don't know a damn thing about sports. ::Susan B. Anthony comes back from the dead and pummels me with a sack of $1 coins::

Just kidding. Of course.


So did Green Bay win*?


Tee hee hee hee hee

Meanwhile, I watched some old episodes of Futurama on DVD last night. I think Bender shitting a brick is one of the funniest things I've ever seen in animation. That, and the kool aid guy.

Class soon, must go.


*Just so you all don't think I'm that stupid - Superbowl: Patriots vs. Eagles. Patriots whooped the Eagles by three points. Now I'm gone. Byyye.

Why are there weird boxes and arrows?

Bored. Awake. Survey time.

What comes to mind when you hear..
..snow?:	night
..rain?:	driving
..tornado?:	barn
..summer love?:	um...beach?
..Jon?:	Newcomb(e?)
..Mike?:	Patierno
..Shea?:	stadium
..banana?:	Banana's in pajamas...are coming down the stairs...(omg what happened to that show?!)
..dizzy?:	skizzy..what?
..Laura?:	Valley
..Juan?:	Skeezy guys in Domincan Republic
..car?:	My toyota (named Clara...yes, I named my car, thank you)
..white?:	Gum...'cause I'm chewing white gum...
..peppermint?:	little peppermint mint thingies i hate
..New Found Glory?:	bad emo punk...i dont know why, i've never heard them...i have no idea what their music is like...they could be a swing band for all i know....that's just what popped into my head...
..placebo?:	pills
..orange juice?:	orange..original, no?
..candid camera?:	this girl who i knew who really liked to say "Smile, you're on candid camera!"...one of my magnet girls from camp, I think (magnet girl = 7-9 year olds who attatched themselves to me at camp 'cause I was the oldest)
..sister?:	laurel..who called me today...must call her back this week...
..brother?:	um...for some reason my Uncle Joe..what?
..hate?:	drippy red paint
..school?:	eh
..President?:	wish it was a democrat...but honestly the first thing that came to mind is the picture I saw on embarassing celebrity moments of John Kerry's daughter in that see through dress and there were little democrat donkeys CGIed to cover her nipples...weird...
..football?:	that Thanksgiving episode of Friends where Phoebe flashes the guys...also I think she was wearing a "That Girl" shirt that I thought was kinda neat
..rap?:	50 cent 'cause that's the last rap i heard
..pop?:	balloon
..rock?:	pet
..punk?:	rock
..sex?:	bed
..death?:	grave stone
..baby?:	...a baby...aw
..duuude?:	annoying surfer guy with long hair
..the end?:	is darryl hannah really dead?.

A kid I used to know in Ohio just IMed me. From Iraq. He was in the reserves and apparently they pulled him out of school to go. Can you believe that? I always thought if you were in school they would let you stay...apparently not....

It's all so very sad and weird...

Mathematics genius at work...

Yesterday I was in math class. Here are some of my notes:





At first glance, doesn't it look like I take really good notes? Guess again... here is a transcription of my math notes:

Oh my lord...I'm gonna punch myself in the face...we are actually talking about perimeter and area...did we not learn such things in third grade? Next thing you know we'll be taking out the colored blocks...

(picture of rectangle and formulas go here)

have to draw stupid pictures so people think I'm taking notes and not just ranting about how silly this is

(more pictures and formulas)

if only I knew another language that I could write in so I could be sure kid next to me ain't reading this...

Page 2

(formulas and picture)

pythagorean theory is what we're talking about now...I heart pythagorean theory...it is lovely and simple and easy to do...

(now I insert a comment saying that yes I am a nerd...also there's pictures here)

I can't stop burping...and I didn't even get my head slammed in a door...sigh...I want to go home!

(the head slamming comment is 'cause Miles once told a story about getting his head slammed in a door and then he couldn't stop burping and now anytime I start burping a lot I think of that story)

have to pee...have to pee...have to pee...
why do I have to pee so much today?
why didn't I go during the break?
sigh...because I didn't have to go then...sigh

(formulas)

the end...

Boring Robin

Update time!!

Sitting in the school "media center"...which consists of three computers that won't let you use AIM properly. Yech. Plus, I have a headache. And my next class isn't for about two hours. Joy.

I think I'm gonna get out of here soon, go wander around and find some tylenol perhaps....with the money I don't have...crap.

Right..I have about three dollars in the bank right now...literally.

Dave is sitting next to me using the other computer. Apparently he's intimidated by my "crazy fast typing skills". I so totally rule.

So today I directed a scene in acting...I mean directing class. My acting class that got morphed into directing. I got a lot of compliments on it...."a lot" meaning two. But still. We used the theme from Jaws in the scene. Nifty, huh? If only it had actually been my idea and not this other kids who is constantly called a genius by our teacher. Oh well. He still seemed to like all the other parts too.

I am so boring right now. Sigh...