the proof is in the pudding

I absolutely love Roman.

"Playing in the street!
In the wind!
On a hill!
At night!
On a WEDNESDAY!"

We had a study sesh tonight and told each other the we'd make it to page 18 before going to the gas station for some TMG. So we studied. It took forever because we kept getting sidetracked and distracted and talking about things totally not related. Then when we finally got to page 18 we ran outside and (after dancing in the street for a little while) we went to get our beloved TMG. We went inside, passed our beloved gas station man, walked to the beloved corner where the TMG machine sits.. and on the TMG button.. was a sign, that read "Out Sorry" Do you know how sad that was? I don't know, but I think I really almost cried. We stood there for about ten minutes just trying to decide what to do. We felt like if we got something else, we would be betraying our TMG or trying to replace it. We told our gas station man how we'd studied for nothing and how we drove with the windows down so we'd get cold so the TMG could warm us up, and now we had to settle for plain old hot chocolate. And he charged us for smalls when we got mediums because he could see the sadness in our eyes.

And we went to the park to swing. I <3 swings.




Subject change....



Signs.
Coincidences.
What is freaking up?
My mind = completely clouded.

have a nice day

I worked today for five hours... with my pants unzipped.
I didn't realize until I got home.

cookies sure were good

Let me first say that Battle Royale is basically one of the sweetest movies I've ever seen. And maybe I'm just so pumped about it because of all the caffeine, but it's still an excellent film. Know what else is excellent? I now have a place to wear my dress to end all dresses. And that place is homecoming. Oooooh snap. And here's another thing I enjoyed: getting my first paycheck today. And having the song "Money (That's What I Want)" playing over in my head ever since this morning. And and and, bringing in fall with some nice toasty marshmallowy goodness with Roman last night. Man. I love TMG. And fall. And Roman.


"I" went to see Sigur Ros tonight. In the form of a piece of paper. At least, I hope. Jaryd and Lee both said they would have a picture of me and Kyra on a stick and pretend it was us. That way we were there.

whammy

So... things are cool. What is there to say?

I made the best cd of all time for Kevin. I'm proud of that. Hopefully he likes it because, man, those are some good tunes. And I burned Plans for Becky. So, like, I like how advisory today was Becky, Jaryd, Kevin and me all listening to the same songs on two different sets of headphones and we were only off by a second or two.

In seventh hour Kayla and Doug started talking about what they were doing after high school. I joined in the conversation. Basically, I don't have too much of an idea. So I said I didn't know, then turned around, then a minute later said "No wait! Know what I've always wanted to be? The crazy aunt. Or the crazy neighbor lady. Or you know like your friend's mom who when you go over to their house you're always like... what the poop is wrong with her? I want to be that." Doug said I'll be like Kramer when I'm older. They said I could be in independent films. I'm going to make a movie about mashed potatoes. They said some other things too but I wandered off and made a bracelet out of yarn.

I was at layout for newspaper today for about five hours. And guess what I did. Pretty much nothing! But shh. I pretended to be busy the whole time. I made a box and slapped one page together, and that's basically it.

Next week's homecoming week, and I wasn't planning on dressing up because that's too much work and I'm not really into it. BUT at layout tonight, Elaina and I decided we were going to dress up for celebrity day. And man it's gonna be sweet. Just you wait...

celery

I never really update, do I? At least not as often as I used to. Sorry about that.

So I haven't really mentioned school at all. It's not too shabby really. I'm not about to get stressed over it like I did last year. I mean my classes are way easier and I don't have swim to get in the way anymore. It's working out nicely.

I keep getting compliments on my work in photography and newspaper. I mean, photography, every day someone says "That's really cool" or something to that effect and I dig it. I'm way ahead on my project and everyone asks me how to do stuff so I feel important. In newspaper today I got "Were your ears ringing yesterday? Because we were all talking about how good your articles are." And those are the two classes where you can really take pride in compliments, you know? Because it's not like if someone said "Hey, good job on that histogram" I'd really even care. Or like "You're really good at conjugating verbs in the preterite." Who cares?

And I'm liking Advanced Photo a lot. Basically we already know what all of our assignments are, so we can do them whenever. And class time is pretty much.. sit in the back and do nothing time. Or use the darkroom. But mostly I just listen to some tunes and do homework for other classes. Today I went into the Art Metals classroom and melted wax while I talked to Tyler and Lee. Tyler and I branded our knuckles to show our manliness. Meh-heh-heh.

So what has been going on? Let's see...

Last week I bought the coolest dress to end all dresses, at Promenade. Kyra and I were shopping downtown (we were walking downtown yeah-eah-eah) and I hit the jackpot. Best dress ever. No lie. I mean, I'm not a dress person, and I dig it. I just need an excuse to wear it now. Like a tea party.. or.. when do people even wear dresses?

Oh, so I work now. At Osco right alongside Kayleigh, which is fun. It's weird when someone says "What did you do yesterday?" and I tell them I worked. Or "Let's hang out tomorrow" and I have to say I'm working.

Which reminds me, since I work on Friday, that means no Sigur Ros for me. I couldn't go even if I'd wanted to (and I did). Maybe I'll go to Corpse Bride after I get done and pretend that it's anywhere near as sweet as seeing Sigur Ros. Yeah. Right.

OH! And talk of the weekend reminds me that there's been talk of starting the "Bitchin' Parties" back up sometime soon. Do you know how awesome that'd be? Answer: Very. And if not BP's we at least need massive park hangouts like the good ol' days.

And on that note.. I'm out. Goodnight.








P.S. Lately I'm realizing just how much I love everyone.

perspective

Everything that was bothering me today is really, really insignificant now.

S
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do you know we're in high demand?

So K.Bot and I, we have hung out every Saturday for the past five. Adventures each time. The thing is though, we're both mega indecisive. So it's like.. we always just do whatever. And somehow always get yelled to by some weirdo guy.

Like once we were walking downtown around 9 or 10 and this guy, I don't know, I guess thought we were whores. He told us he had five dollars.

And today some guy in the mall, after we walked by, said "Did you see those hot girls? The one in the yellow?"

So.. weird.

But I wonder if I knew the guy. Cause I was wearing yellow and I don't know what kind of stranger would call me hot. You know. What kind of person would, unless it was a friend of mine who was being funny.

So.. weird.

But anyway Tim and I walked all over Ian and Kyra/Ally tonight in Brothers in Arms. But I just thought you should know. They lost horribly. They practically cried.

And Ian brought up pet names and how he would hate being called Sweetums or Teddy Bear so I was trying to think of some good ones. We decided Barfbag would be a good pet name. And Fishstick. But Honeypie? What even is that?



Oh, P.S. My brother is 18 as of midnight. I texted him saying "GO SHAWTAY! IT'S YO' BIRFDAY!" But he didn't even understand it. Man. What a lame-o.

important things that happened today:

Amanda and I said "Go-Cart" at the exact same time.

I ran through some sprinklers.

I was hired at Osco.

I was late to school.

I found a feather.

peep this

Say the word "thanks". I mean to yourself. Right now. Like over and over and over and over. I've been saying thanks a lot lately (to people, not myself). But I noticed.. I really like the "-nks" of it. I dig it.

nks

nks

nks

Tom Hanks

planks

cranks

tanks

your friends pooped on your car

I don't even have anything to say. I just wanted to use that title.

perkins jerkins

Will they ever fix the sign at Perkins? I hope not. I like it better when it's Jerkins. And I dig their apple pie like I have never dug a pie before. And it's so much better when you have a table of seven people all eating the pie, no plates involved.

Let's hear if it for apple pie.

And let's hear it for drug tests. As if peeing in a cup was not awkward enough, I had to hand it to the guy. Someting about that just felt.. a little too.. personal?

How about a round of applause to me for finally getting a job? Well, I guess I'm not actually hired yet. But should be soon.

Oh, and let's get excited for advanced photography. Let's do it. Because I already have all of my assignments for the semester, film and paper, basically everything I need and I'm nothing short of pumped. I'll probably start taking pictures tomorrow even. And I probably would love company. That could be you.

But let's give a long low "boo" to people who don't take the time to MEET ME before they decide what they think about me. I mean, I don't know, maybe I'm imagining it.. but it seems like it happens to me way more than anyone else. I've had many-a-friend tell me things like "Before I knew you, I always thought you were a huge bitch." and things along that line. Then Roman told me today how people (more than one) have asked her lately what I'm like, because I guess I'm quiet. And the one kid who she could remember, she said he asked "What is she like? Is she snotty?" (or something like that). Like, dude, I'm not so bad a person. Come up to me and say hello. I won't tear your face off, I swear. I'm not like.. unfriendly. I'm shy around people sometimes, and maybe even a loner some of the time, that doesn't mean I'm too good for people. Sheesh Louise.

I would LOVE to talk to you.

gas is up.....

I've had a fantastic day. You don't believe me, do you? I mean, with school and everything.. no one really wanted to go to school, but I'll be the first to admit I was a little excited.

Ally picked me up and on our way to Dunkin' Donuts we noticed there were leaves falling from the trees. It just shows how very close autumn is and that is mighty mighty sweet. We were listening to the new Death Cab CD because it's sooooo gooooood, and I told Ally how..

The song "Someday You Will Be Loved" always gets me. The part that goes "You'll be loved like you never have known, and the memories of me will seem more like bad dreams" makes me freakin' sad, to tell you the truth. But then it goes on to say "A series of blurs, like I never occurred" And every time I hear blurs in the song, I think blurds and just basically start cracking up. So my sadness doesn't last too long. Now I bet you can't hear that song without thinking blurds. I'm sorry to ruin it for you. It's a nice song. Now all you'll think about is poop, mwaha.

So, anyway, we went to Dunkin' Donuts.. and the sign, simply amazed me.
Bahaha. I just thought, what if everyone was always complainging about donut prices going up? "It's up to 2.90 a donut. I swear I'm just going to start eating bagels if it goes any higher."

We ate.

I got this coffee. I was all about it, until, a few sips into it, I realized it was just as disgusting as any other kind of coffee. It was Marshmallow Iced Coffee. What part of that does not sound delicious? Oh yeah.. the coffee part.

And then.. to school.. as upperclassmen (weird). All day I was saying how GREAT school was and how GREAT it was to be there, how PUMPED I was, and I don't think anyone knew if I was sarcastic or not. It was not too shabby at all.

Yeah, so school was alright. And then I had an interview. And, like, pretty much have a job I think. So that's good.

Tomorrow = Friday = weekend = sweet.

EXCEPT

I can't drive for a week.. because I may or may not have dented the car a few weeks back. Yikes. But I swear I'm a good driver.

sidenote

Did I mention that my brother is a senior this year? It makes me sad, BUT we have first hour together. And that.. is flyyyy.