Today seems like a good day to curl up in bed and read.  Or listen to music.  Or watch a movie.  Or read a book.  Or cry myself to sleep.  Whatever.  As long as I'm in bed when I do it.

If you couldn't tell, my day was not fun.

Okay, part of it was fun.  Going to Ritter's with Kristin and Mark after school was actually a ton of fun.  It's just the other parts that made it kind of suck way bad.

So.  I'm hungry.  Haven't had dinner yet.  I think I'm going to change into my pj's, make a tuna fish sandwich, get in bed and watch a good movie, and then hopefully fall into dreamless [or good dreamy] sleep.

...took my Jessica Crawford away

...to North Carolina

...and it won't bring her back for a long time.

Mark, Booter, Joseph, Kristin, Katie, Jamie, Mary, Kyle, and some other guy whose name I think is Sean went over the the Crawford residence to hang out with Jessica on her last afternoon in Murfreesboro.  Marshall had already been over there all day to spend time with his Bliss.  [Bliss is Jessica's older sister, and Marshall's girlfriend.]

Oh yeah.  She found out she was moving to North Carolina with her mom last night.  Her mom was supposed to arrive at around 7 PM tonight.  She wound up arriving at 4:20 PM this afternoon.  We managed to keep them stalled until 6:00 or 6:30-ish.  It probably helped that we had about ten cars with us, the largest of which had been parked in a sinkhole and had gotten stuck.

le sigh.  I am sad.

On a more lighthearted and random note, my dad just gave me the last two or three days worth of "go to college here!" ads that came in the mail.

I got a letter from MIT.  Yes the MIT.

On the front of the envelope, it says, "You're ready."

I laughed for about three minutes straight.  Whooooooooo.  Silly MIT.

It gets better.  I turned the envelope over and on the back it says, "You're so ready."  Ah, the funny never stops.

The pimpest watch that ever did pimp. Or tell time.

That came on the UPS truck today.  YAAAAAY!

*cough*  Just ignore the price tag.  I kind of hate myself for how much money I spent on a stupid watch... So don't judge me.  I'm already judging myself.  :p

Fazoli's Night was a record lame tonight.  Nobody showed up but me.  Jared might have showed up sometime after I'd given up and gone home, but I don't know if he actually did or not.  Everyone had some reason to not be there.  Groundedness, illness, rehearsal, the release of the Rent DVD...  It just happened that all these reasons overlapped on the same day.  Which sucked.

On the bright side, Russ a.k.a. "Jarome" is finally one of the management staff at our Fazoli's.  Woooot!

Errr.  I'm tired I think I'm gonna go to bed now.

Military Ball was so much cooler than you.

I booty danced.  Don't believe me?  Ask around.  It's the truth.  I even got up on the DJ platform with Brandon King and danced in front of everybody.  Don't believe me?  Ask around.  Also the truth.

Michael Thoe and Jonathon Modrall caught me in a slam dance sandwich.  Kinda frightening.

I made the mistake of standing within arm's reach of Nemanja when a swing song came on.  I swung.  I may not know how to swing dance, but that didn't matter.  Nemanja didn't give me much of a choice.  Thought I was going to fall on my head and die for a second there.

Mellie Riddle is the coolest.  She saved my night.  Even though I'm pretty sure that all my friends now think that I'm in the closet and have a secret lesbian lover.  Oh well.  Their problem, not mine.  ^_^

So yeah.  My night was way cooler than yours and there's nothing you can do about it.

Rhiannon is so cool.

That's one of her livejournal icons.  She made it herself.  That girl makes me laugh.

My military ball dress wasn't ugly. It just needed to go on a diet and lose a few sizes.

Went to The Perfect Dress to pick it up and try it on one last time just in case. It looks amazing. That seamstress is a magician.

So I take back what I said about my dress. And what I said about The Perfect Dress. Neither of them suck.

Now. Just one more problem to deal with. My armpits hate me. I can be sitting still, doing nothing at all, and I'll have pit stains. Don't judge, I know you get them too. Now, the question is: How can I keep it from ruining my lovely dress? My dress last year was black, so you couldn't tell I was sweating. This dress, which is red, a color that loves to show the slightest bit of moisture, could be problematic. Any ideas?

You know what? I keep thinking about my dress from last year. I love that dress. I love it a lot. I think I might wear it again next year. Maybe to prom, instead of Military Ball, though. *shrug*

Yeah, so Brian's pregnant.  (Brian King, not Brian my brother.)

so what?

"When you gonna grow up?
Momma always said
Are you gonna walk around with a silly grin
and a bubble on your head?
A spaceship landed by the mall
There was a big parade
everybody got laid
and they burned all the books and the chevrolets
And they grow so fast they never crawl."

It would appear that every county in Tennesse except for Davidson and Rutherford has cancelled school tomorrow.

*looks at now-snowless sky*

Maybe they'll just bend to peer pressure and call it off.  You know.  Because they want to be accepted and thought of as "cool" by the other school systems.  No one likes a goody goody.

...Maybe.

Stupid middle Tennessee.  Stupid dip in elevation.

Boooooooooooooooored.

Methinks I'm gonna call some friends.  Got some money from my Dadoo, so I feel like going out and spending it irresponsibly.

Wonder who's not busy?

Best "do something stupid and get this free something" banner:

"Shoot the rapper and get a free ____."

I forgot what the _____ was because I was too busy laughing at the "Shoot the rapper" part.

My heroes of the day:

Jeremy - bought me a chocolate milkshake from Reeve's Sain.

Leah - was willing to part with Michele's pre cal for an hour or so.

Michele - made photo copies of her pre cal.

Eric - didn't get us killed while trying to find Osbourne.

Does anyone know of any stores in the Murfreesboro area that carry cancer awareness bracelets and ribbons?  Especially the gold ones?

Oh yeah, and you should go back and look at my coffee post and tell me what you think.

"Under Pressure"

Pressure pressing down on me
Under pressure
That burns a building down
Splits a family in two
Puts people on streets

Bah bah bah bah bah bah
Bah bah bah bah bah bah

That’s o-kay!
It’s the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming let me out
Pray tomorrow takes me higher
Pressure on people

Do do do bah bah bah bah
O-kay
Chippin around
Kick my brains around the floor
These are the days
It never rains it pours
People on streets
People on streets

It’s the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming let me out
Pray tomorrow takes me higher
People people on streets
Turned away from it all
Like a blind man
Sat on fence but it don’t work
Keep coming up with love
But it’s so slashed and torn
Why why why?
Love love love love

Insanity laughs under pressure we’re cracking
Can’t we give ourselves one more chance?
Why can’t we give love one more chance?
Why can’t we give love give love give love?
Give love give love give love give love give love
Cause love’s such an old fashioned word
And love dares you to care
For people on the edge of the night
And love dares you to change our way
Of caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves under pressure
Under pressure pressure

Have you ever screwed a frappuccino lid back on (I'm obviously speaking of the bottled frappuccinos here) and you get it on just slightly crooked?  And then it's next to impossible to get the lid back off?  Why would the bottles be engineered that way?

And is it just me or does the Starbucks mermaid have two tails?

That about sums it up.

Lost.

I finished season one.  Now I feel all empty inside.  I looked at the price to buy the season two eps off of iTunes, but I have not that much moolah.  *sigh*  Maybe if I just do some extra chores around the house, I can get my dad to buy the first twelve episodes for me.

Sleepy.

Two nights ago, I pulled a 85%-of-the-nighter to get and English project and a physics project done.  I got plenty of sleep last night.  I still feel exhausted.  My dad thinks I might be getting sick.  That's bad. I don't want to miss any more days.

You should entertain me this weekend.  Come up with some good ideas.

I have a great dislike for my life right now.  By right now I'm not sure if I mean this moment or this month, but whatever I mean, I don't like it.  I'm just filled to the brim with what seems to be nothing but bitterness and irritation.  I feel like a generally less-than-adequate person.  More accurately, I've been less than myself.   I only feel less than adequate.

I know why I feel that way.  I just don't know why I do the things that make me feel that way.

The internet isn't exactly where I'd want to get into it, so I'll just quit while I'm ahead.

News from the Land that is Oak-y:
After school today, in the business hall.  White kid and black kid were from some reason not having a civilized conversation.  White kid called black kid the n-word.  Black kid pushed white kid to the ground.  Kicked white kid in the face.  White kid couldn't get back up, just laid on the ground shaking.  While I was driving my friend Stephanie home, we saw an ambulance racing past us in the Oakland direction.

Know what sucks?  How this is going to go down with the other kids at school.  I already saw some of it today.

White kids are going to be mad because a black kid hurt a white kid.

Black kids are going to be mad because a white kid called a black kid the n-word.

The real problem is that one of our students is boorish enough to use a racial slur against another student.  And that that other student is violent enough to respond by giving someone possible head trauma.

The problem isn't white kids, and it's not black kids.  It's just kids.  I hope people will see that some day.

Just borrowed the Lost Season 1 DVDs from my sister-in-law. Have watched about 14.5 episodes so far.  I would just like to say the following:

wtfPOLARBEARS!

That is driving me seven kinds of crazy.  So far into the season [please don't spoil anything past the point where Claire comes back because that's as far as I've gotten] we've seen two polar bears.  The one that Sawyer killed and the one that tried to eat Walt.

What.The. Crap.  I'm going to be glued to this stupid show for the next three days, probably.

Oh, and if giant jungle monster that likes to snack on plane captains turns out to be a dinosaur or a giant monkey, I am going to be sorely dissappointed.

And to close my obsessive fan post, I would like to say that Hurley is the best.  Gotta love a fat man who builds a golf course when he's been stranded on a wacked-out tropical island that has huge people-eating monsters and jungle-dwelling polar bears.

Went in to get my dress alterations marked today.

Thanks to the fact that the dress is two sizes too big, my alterations are $75.  For those of you keeping track at home, this brings my dress total to about from about $110 to $185.

That. dress. is. not. worth. that. much. MONEY!

It pisses me off so much.

There was another dress that I actually liked that was the right size that I decided not to get because it was $225.  I think that for a forty dollar difference, I should have gotten the one I would have liked.

I got the $99 dress [$110 with tax] because they told me alterations would probably be around $40.  Still much cheaper than the dress I liked.  So, for the sake of thriftiness, I went with the cheaper, uglier dress.

Words cannot express how frustrated I am.  The sooner Military Ball is here and over with and the sooner I can sell that dress to a thrift store for $10, the better.  Don't get me wrong, I hope Military Ball is crazy fun, I just can't wait to forget about that damn dress.

I love posting from school.

I'll give you a challenge.  Guess who currently is making a one hundred in pre-calculus.  You have five seconds.

one

two

three

four

five

OMGME! Yes, it sounds impossible, but apparently it is not.  I have gone from making straight D's the first semester to making a perfect grade!  Now, there's still four more weeks or so in the grading period, so nothing's set in stone.  But all the same.  I HAVE A FREAKIN' HUNDRED!!!

Now... if I could just raise me those Physics and Latin grades.

Goodness gracious me, this has got to be the longest and boring-est study hall ever. Ah well. Only 2.5 periods left, then freeeeeeedommmmm!

Movie tonight with Jen I., Sean, and somebody else.  Should be reasonably fun.

Welp, the sophomore punks are back from PT.  Ciao!

Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiihateschool.

Shame I have to go back there tomorrow.

Free sturff at Espresso Joe's today.  How's that, you ask?  Just have the counter guy love you so much that he'll make you free coffee and smoothies.  I had a "pink mocha" [some sort of coffee, white chocolate, and rasperry flavor] and a peach mango smoothie.

Mmmm.  I love my Matt.  He makes good coffee.

Sho.

(That's how Sean Connery would say "so."  You know, because he has a Scottish accent... Shut up.)

Snow day.  Everyone says there was no snow, but I think that if they look deep down inside themselves, they'll see that the snow is there in their hearts.

Ooh!  Forgot.  One other thing about Espresso Joe's.  Cute nerdy college guy heard me talking about Latin.  Got all ready to hit on me and everything, but I screwed it up.  He said, "So are you just taking the class, or are you majoring in Latin?"  I told him I was actually taking Latin at Oakland.  He got all embarassed and said, "Wow, I feel stupid."  We got into an ongoing conversation about Latin and school and computer junk and several times over the next hour and a half he said, "I really thought you went to MTSU," and "Wow, I feel really stupid."

What I THOUGHT but did not say was [imagine it in a sing-songy voice]:  You were gonna hit on me.  You were gonna hit on me!

It was fun.  His name is Joey.

Now... if only guys who could legally date me would think I was hot [or even God forbid, like the fact that I'm a nerd or something] and hit on me.

Stoopid heads.

Well, if you're into the whole gay cowboy thing like some people...

*cough*

Then you will like Brokeback Mountain.  Mmmmmm.  Pardon my drool.  It's sad, but it's hella good.  Of course, who really thinks that a love story about gay cowboys set in the 1960s and 70s is going to have a happy ending?  Not I.

Good weekend.  Watched a lot of movies.  Beverly Hills Ninja, Fun With Dick and Jane, Brokeback Mountain, Beauty and the Beast, Phantom of the Opera...

Whoo.  Busy busy.

Le sigh.  I went shopping at Opry Mills today to try to find some clothes that would fit me.  By the grace of God I found one pair of jeans at GAP that wasn't completely fugly and another at Aeropostale that also was not completely fugly.  I also got a new skirt and a new jacket.  ^_^  Spending about 10 minutes in the Opry Mills Old Navy made me decide I should take higher stock in ours.  When you've been at a loss finding clothes big enough to fit you all day and in the space of five minutes you look around and see an abundance of 16s and 18s, you know you've found something good.

School in 8 hours.  Bed time.

My ipod is no longer naked.  Which means I finally got to take that stupid plastic film off!  YAY!

He has a nifty blue suit.  And nifty blue ear buds to accessorize.

Mmm.

Well, the Dress-Capades are over.

I didn't get the dress I wanted.  Any of the dresses I wanted, really.

I had to settle for something I'm not too crazy about but I could afford.

That's what life's about, yes?  Learning to settle and make enjoy what you have.

Well, hopefully having my friends with me at Military Ball will make up for the fact that I'm not getting to do major dress up like I want to.

Slim Fast doesn't taste half-bad.  Now lets just hope I don't get sick of it.

Physics is bad for your health.  I don't care if you don't believe me.  I know it's true.

And APUSH is possibly the most miserable experience of my high school career.  I hate hate hate hate hate HATE it.  Damn you Siegel kids who made it seem all appealling-like.

*curses mightily*

I have to call all my platoon leadership tonight and remind them to get their counseling done.  Craaaaaaaaaaaap.  I don't wanna.

Dress shopping tomorrow.  Cross your fingers that they have the right colors in the right sizes.

So, homies.  I need your help.

Military Ball is coming up.  Saturday, February 18.

I don't have a date.

I've been thinking about getting a bunch of my friends to go with me since we can have as many guests as we want.

But.

That doesn't change the fact that I don't have a date.  Any suggestions?

By the way, this is the dress that I will [hopefully] be wearing to Military Ball, dateless or not.

iSkin in the mail.  Pierre, you will be caseless no longer.

Ah yes, I didn't get to post this while the box was down.  I got an iPod video for Christmas.  His name is Pierre.

So... school.  Day after tomorrow.  And tomorrow is only 31 minutes away.  "No thank you?"  Think that'll work with the truency officers when they come to arrest me for not going?

Just the thought of everything I could've been doing all break, all the make up work, all the organizing - it makes me nauseous.  To add to the queasy, I spent the greater part of today [after leaving Jane's] chatting with my relatives about what college I want to go to.

I have a particularly busy-body distant cousin named Dot who insists that I come stay with her if I decide to make a campus visit to Duke.

There was another invitation that I actually liked.  My cousin Peg invited me to stay with her and her husband Scott in Illinois to make a campus visit to Northwestern.  That sounds like fun... if not really terrifying.  The cool part though, it would be very easy to combine the campus visit with a visit I've been wanting to make to my pseudo-dad Alex, who lives in Madison, WI.

Well.  Anyways.

Dad wants me to get to sleep soonish.  Trying to get back into a real world sleeping pattern and everything.

It's back!  It's back!  We have Phusebox again!

*throws confetti*

I would like to leave you with this piece of vaulable information:

People are stupid, stupid, stupid.

I am stupid.

You are stupid.

Your mom is stupid.  My mom is stupid.

Your second cousin thrice removed is stupid.

Stupid stupid stupid.

Not to say that no one ever does smart things.  It's true, the human race has had it's clever moments now and again. [The invention of cheese in a spray can, for example.]

But on the whole, we're still just a big blob of stupid.