hooray for air!!!!

i need to:
1. learn my lines (not that i have a ton) by thursday, or friday, or saturday for sure
2. finish my sculpture by the end of exams
3. finish the two videos i'm making by the end of the week
4. sleep for more than two hours tonight
5. be super awesome errday

"i'll be there and you'll be knee-er"

So it's 4:30 AM and I am up because..? Well, because my house is still without air con so I stayed up until 1 just because I didn't want to try and sleep in the heat. Then at about three I woke up, boiling hot, to read a text about how sweet swimming was and I was pretty green (envy, not sickness). And I realized my dad stole my fan for his own use, and that I was pretty much dying, so I came down here. And you know what? It's nice and cool, plus it smells like fizzy pop incense. I'm just mad at myself for not sleeping on the couch. Idiot!

But now I'm wide awake.

So this weekend was pretty sweet. I found a bunch of my old CDs on Friday and I couldn't even begin to approximate how many times I've listened to "Whenever Wherever." I ripped with Zach like every day, and waded at Palm Park twice. And found out how absolutely delish Take 5 McFlurries are. And other things, probably. But basically it was a pretty alright weekend, and summer is real close. And I'm pumped. But I'll be gone for half of it.

Well I'm going back to bed.


OH, ps- there's like a bat outside my window squeaking and stuff.

he tells me i'm just hiding in circles

peacock feathers are bad luck, people, take them out of your ears.


I'm kind of bitter lately and I don't mean to be. But man, I don't know, I see through some people I guess. And I can't handle all the acts put on all around. I really want to meet someone who tries to be nothing more than who they are, even if it's bad. And I'm just so tired of wondering what someone is "really" thinking when they could just as easily say it. But hey, what can you do?

School's kind of killing me.

summer = simplicity and I want it bad.

I wish "gargle" was an interjection. Gargle! Gargamel?

Things: I finished my stained glass thing this afternoon, I got my drama letter yesterday, and Thursday should be swee-heet. Sweet heat.

seafoam green

It's a nice feeling to be able to stand in one spot as it starts to rain and be able to watch it and feel it getting harder without having to worry about getting anywhere or keeping your clothes dry or your shoes clean. It's nice not to worry.



Prom = four days
Days of school left = something like 14


I'm already getting kinda sad about my brother going off to college in the fall, but it's months away.

mystery girl

i think i'll live a secret life

umm... okay?

Eye pictures are way too cliche.

"Hips Don't Lie" is way too good. Especially the part that goes "She makes a man wanna speak Spanish. Como se llama? Bonita. Mi casa. Su casa." Literally, all he's saying is "What's your name? Beautiful. My house. Your house." How deep.

It's way too cold for a hundred degrees.

And 8:30 is way to freakin' early to work. Gah!

Huuuuuh.

something

So "blogging" once a week is not really writing. I've kind of lost my thing for writing, at least for now. It's taking less and less time for my words to get so scribbly they turn into bumpy lines, and I don't really mind.

I wonder what a handwriting analysis would be like for me.

School already seems over, even though we have a few weeks left. I took my AP Psych exam and final, now all that's left is a project. I finished.. who am I kidding? Cori finished our Environmental Science website, which is basically all we're doing all semester. Anyway, what I'm getting at is that there's not much left to do in any class. I'm still working on my clay eskimo though. After two months of just sitting through sculpture, it's crazy that I'll still be able to finish it before the end of the year. That and a stained glass thing, which means art scars all over.

It seems like tons of stuff is coming up soon. Talent show, Prom, Follies, my bro's graduation. Then when summer comes: camp, birthday, MIAD.. all in the first month.


...and stuff.

cupcake

Since I was a tiny little girl I've always wanted a poofy dress. I used to call 'em cupcake dresses, because I figured if you spun around in one it would poof out and you'd look like a cupcake.. or something. But I also thought everyone else in the world was a robot back then, so maybe I was weird. Anywaaaaaay. I got my prom dress, and it's cupcakey enough to fulfill my dreams.

And for prom din-din we're gonna grillllll.

And then

WAIT

this is crazy...

make cupcakes the next morning.

Yessssssssssssss.




Well, that's all.
Badonkadonk.

the atlantic was born today...

It rained inside tonight- Flash flood in aisle 10.

Once again, there's not a lot to say.

So maybe this is stupid, or funny. Take it as both. I took the SAT about a month ago, and no one ever told me, or perhaps I just forgot, but I didn't know that you get more points deducted for wrong answers than for blank spaces, meaning guessing's not the way to go. My scores came back today, and this is when my mom decided to inform me that that's how the SAT rolls. A little late I'd say. Whatever, my scores aren't horrible, but they could've been better had I known not to guess.


The point of "tarot, a rare carrot" was to mention getting a tarot reading that day, but I didn't ever get around to talking about it. Basically, it was pretty dead-on. I chose for it to be about Love rather than Life and thought of whoever as I cut the deck in three. And it was pretty accurate. It might've been general, but not enough for Beck to relate, meaning it's not.. right?



Something.