I actually did it.  For about the first time in forever.  Felt kind of good.  I should try it more often.

Tuesday!  You know what that means:  Fugamazoli's!  Whooooo.  Gotta love sitting around for two hours eating free breadsticks and consuming insane amounts of sugary caffinated goodness.  Mmmmm.

Bleeeeeh.  ACI is coming up.  It's a week and two days away. Are we ready?  I'd say not.  I'm not all that optimistic about it, but hey. Whatcha gonna do?

Now I'm just rambling because I've got some free time in physics and nothing better to do.

Leave me a comment.  I don't care what it's about.  Be random.  Surprise me!

School makes me cry.  A lot.

I hate school.  Helllllllllllllllla bad.

For some reason, since spring kicked in, I've been flashing back to last spring and last summer.  I can't escape this feeling that I should sleep until noon every day and that I have no responsibilities.  It's screwing me up pretty bad.

So, about an hour and a half ago, my head got this ready-to-explode feeling.  Not in the I-have-a-massive-headache kind of explode, more like the my-entire-head-needs-to-sneeze.

Not just my nose.  My mouth, my eyes, my throat, my ears, my brain... they all need a good sneeze.

I don't understand!  I've been taking my allergy medicine like I'm supposed to, but everything still hurts and I'm still coughing like mad.

*cries bitterly*

Spring can be teh suck sometimes.  One good thing about it: my birrrfday!  April 4th.  Write in on ya calenda, sucka!

1.  Your clothes

2.  Your hair

3.  Your eyelashes

4.  Your bra

5.  In the hands of Brian King

Hey Oakland kids, anyone feel like a post AP exam rolling of Mr. Huffman's house?  I found it.

Mrs. Dugger said that he bought a condo off of Northfield Blvd.  I suspected it, but today my supsictions were confirmed!

Mr. Huffman just moved into my condo complex.  Seriously, if I were a softball player, I could chuck a rock from the roof of my house and hit the roof of his.

So.  You get that urge to take out some AP exam aggression on your APUSH teacher's new house - lemme know.  I'll hook you up.

[Me.]

My weekend was cool.  Got to hang out with the amazing Brian, Nemanja, Katie, and Sonja on Friday.  For the record, Final Destination 3 is hilarious.  Haha.  Nail uzi.

Got to hang out with Michael Cole on Saturday morning.  "Hercules, Hercules!"  Then came home and fell in bed after being up for about 20 hours.  Slept.  Woke up.  Watched TV.  Did nothing productive.

Sunday, much the same as Saturday, minus the hanging out with Michacco in the morning.  Went to see Date Movie with Rachel H.  Not as funny as I was hoping, but not an entire dissappointment either.

Today?  Boring as hizzeck.  I've still got counseling to do.  Why, oh why do I procrastinate so?

Ah, it appears I was mistaken.  I do not have the plague.  I only have allergies cleverly disguised as the plague.  When I think of allergies I think of runny nose, watery or itchy eyes, and lots of sneezing.

I have a nose that is just barely running, no watery or itchy eyes, and no sneezing whatsoever.  I do have a hell of a lot of coughing, a really sore throat, swollen tosils, and liquid behind my right ear.

Apparently, these are also signs of allergies.  Who knew?  *shrug*

So yeah, I'm not dead.  But I don't feel good and breathing is still somewhat of a chore.  So I'm not going back to school today.

Ciao, homies.

I am coughy.  I am thinking about not going to school tomorrow.  Thinking.  I'll probably wind up going anyways.

Wuh-oh.  Looks like I drafted myself for more intensive labor than my usual house cleaning. I let my grandmother get me started on yard work.  You know, raking, weeding, digging, pruning, and such.

I forsee much pain and sweat and dirt in my future.  Ah well.  It'll probably be good for me.

I went to Cafe Symposium at the library today.  It was neat.  You should go next week.  That's right - ALL OF YOU.  Rachel was my only buddy there.  I knew Erin Murdoc in middle school, but I haven't seen her in forever.  I also recognized a kid named Justin that I also knew in middle school.  But he's annoying.  Let us not speak of him.

There was also this guy with a lisp that seemed really familiar, but I can't place why.  *shrug*

Ugh.  I have to go wash off some of the dirt I covered myself in eariler today.

Or one of the best.

Today, Cari Jennings told me that she loves reading my phusebox.  That is always makes her laugh and smile.

YAY!!!!!

Cari's really neat.  I'm glad I have her stamp of blogging approval.

In other news, we're gonna give this Fazoli's Night thing another shot.  I might pout and sulk and play up the "nobody loves me" thing a little bit, just to make them feel a little guilty, but then I'll be done.  [The guilt would be over, of course, everyone except me NOT showing up last week.  :p]

Anyways.  If I'm gonna do that, I gotta scram!  Latah.

I get to see the gang tonight.

Maybe.

That would be neat.

I'm just waiting on Janie to call me.

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.