Hats, sunglasses, prom dresses, pyjamas, and banana yellow tshirts.  Pray they still have some shirts in the morning when I get to the bookstore.

Selling yearbook ads.  (Which apparently means "Let's go mudding." in Huberian.)

Kelsey and Trish in big poofy white dresses tomorrow night.

Brian's coming to visit and see his lady (see above, prior) in her big white poofy dress.

Fall break officially starts tomorrow at 3:00 PM.  Too bad that from Sunday AM to around 9:something Friday night, I will not be around to see my lovley friends.

Cross your fingers for me.  I'm flying home from Madison on my own on Friday.  And I have an hour and a half layover in O'Hare.  *gulp*

Ever had a phobia so bad that you can't even take actions to make the cause of your phobia go away because that would bring you closer to the thing you are phobic of?

Yeah.  Pretty sure I can't step on spiders.  I made baby steps.  I tried to step on him.  (After trying to not hyperventilate for about two minutes.)  I wounded him, but he was still kickin'.  My dad lost patience and finished the job for me.

Sigh... Stupid spiders.  Why do they have to be so eight-legged and fangy and generally menacing in appearance?

In other news: 

No first through third/fourth period tomorrow.  Hooray for selling yearbook ads!

Nemanja tried to murder my car with his car.  Then he tried to murder me with his car.  T'was very rude.

I may be getting a second job... Or a better job... Or... I don't really know.  It's complicated.  We shall see how things unfold in the near future.

I was at work from 10 to 5 yesterday.  Around 4:30, I started thinking, "Well darn.  I actually have a Saturday night off and all of my friends are off at a band competition."*

*(I had no idea at this time that the competition was rained out.)

Lo and behold, some dude with his hoodie pulled up over his head ambles up to counter in an ever-so-ghetto fashion over to the counter and throws the hood back.

I get excited, squeal a little and say, "YOU'RE IN MURFREESBORO!"

Aaron Massey had come back to the Boro for the weekend without warning anyone.  Well, without warning me anyways.

And since at the time, I had no plans and he had no plans, we made plans.  When I got off at 5, we went back to my house to watch MST3K:  Angel's Revenge.  Then to Bellaccino's.  (Don't bother asking for extra cheese, you don't need it.)  Then to Wal-Mart to buy a carousel of 50 blank CDs.  And then to Aaron's where we watched Jerry McGuire I burned 42 of those blank CDs.

It took until about 3 AM to get all the CDs done, but it was worth it, considering that my CD collection just grew by 40+.

Anyways.  Whether the entry is exciting or not, yesterday was whole lotta fun.

I feel kind of awesome.

I saved 3 people's lives today.

How cool is that?  Just by laying down on a cot for 20 minutes and undergoing mild extremely mild pain and a little bit of light-headedness... You can extend the life span of three people.

I hate needles.  They freak me out.  I've always hated getting blood drawn.  But today it wasn't a big deal.  I just told David, the guy drawing my blood, to warn me when he pulled the needle out so I could look away.

(Thank you, Megan.  "HOLY CRAP THAT'S A BIG NEEDLE!")

I didn't see the needle, and I didn't watch while he stuck my arm or adjusted it so that it got into the vein okay, and after that everything was peachy.  It itched a little.  However, I decided that scratching the large needle that was currenty impaling one of my larger blood vessels was a bad idea.

That was one of the things that excited me about turning 17.  Getting to donate blood.  I just hadn't made the time to do it before.  From now on, I think I'm going to try to donate whenever I can.

It's too much to pass up by choice when doing a good deed is this easy.

Who has a big freakin' caffine (or lack thereof) headache?

I'll give you a hint.  Her name starts with S and she's sitting in Tyson's office waiting for her dad to finish up his work.

I'll gitve you another hint.  It's me.

On the upswing, I made a 100 on my weekend Calculus quiz... *cough*
And I think I may have done quite well on the test we took today.

free response + no implicit diffrentiation = HOORAY!

Now, because I am bored: A commentary on Tyson's office.

There is the "I <3 Indy" wall that has two full size movie posters, as well as nine smaller posters.  Then there is the "I <3 Star Wars" wall that has two full size movie posters, seven smaller images taken from the books, I think.  Then on the very side of that wall, a full size movie poster for Army of Darkness, autographed by Bruce Campbell, has snuck in.  As well as classic car calendar and a small Dark Side of the Rainbow poster.

The door is probably the best part.  Because, in good no-one-ever-comes-back-to-this-part-of-the-building fashion, it is covered with Toothpaste for Dinner, Red Meat, and Dilbert comics - all held up by scotch tape and magnets shaped like pin-up girls and the covers of naughty dime-store novels.

Wow, Tyson likes Harrison Ford.  Like, way hard.  In fact, standing in the corner of the office behind me is a large cardboard cut-out of Han Solo dressed as a storm trooper.  My dad and I gave it to him for Christmas to match the large cardboard cut-out of Indiana Jones that's in the other corner behind the door.  He has more pictures of Harrisson Ford that of Klara, his girlfriend.  Let's see what the score is.

Klara: 5

Harrison: 16

I think it's obvious who he loves more.

Anyways.  Boredom is giving way to pure hoplessness.  Time for me to go.

Apparently I drive like a maniac.  But in a good way.

*shrug*

Heeeey.  Know anyone who might want to buy a yearbook ad?  I'll be your frieeeeeeeend...

So, I have absolutely nothing to do this weekend except work.

Anyone have any brilliant ideas for how to entertain myself?

Who's got two calculus tests this week? Me. (As well as other OHS AP Calc students.) And it sucks.

Anyways.

Soooo... A few days ago I bought Lost Season 2. Because I have a job. And I can.

IF YOU WANT TO WATCH LOST AND DON'T WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS, SKIP TO THE BOTTOM.

::edits in bold italics::

I've got about seven eps left. 1 and 3/4 discs. AHHHHH!

I've got two eps left.  2/3 of a disc.  AHHHHHHHH!

I hate Ana Lucia. I hate her so much I almost like Jack and Kate by comparison.

Even though it does suck that she got shot in the stomach while she was preggers. Makes me come back half a step from the brink of "WHY WON'T THE WRITERS JUST KILL YOU???"

Wow... it's like my DVDs are psychic!

I miss Boone and Shannon.

Shayid love forever! It's not nearly as pure as Jin and Sun's love... but it was pretty freakin' awesome.

Awwwww... BABIES AND CRAZY MOMS EVERYWHERE!

Bernard is alive! And caucasian!!! ^_^ Hooray for interracial love!

Locke! What is wrong with you? I totally knew that door was gonna fall on your legs. Dude, do you not watch your own show?

I like that Libby chick and all, but she needs to keep her hands off my man. Hurley is my chunky piece of Chilean man meat.

Well, at least ABC is nice enough to cede that fat people need love from hot people too. Thank you, ABC.

Dude...I just wanted her to stop putting the moves on him.  I didn't want her to get all murder-fied by a whacked out Mercutio.

I am sad now.



IT'S SAFE TO READ NOW

I'm at the grandparents' doin' housekeeping stuff while they're out of town.

You know, they're not coming back until Monday. Is anyone esle thinking what I'm thinking?

PAAAARTAY! Maybe?

This guy was one of my customers today.

He was wearing the world's most amazing shirt.

A shirt that he apparently bought for $2 in Israel.

I want one.  Real bad.

Luckily for all of you, he was cool with me snapping a quick picture of it with my camera phone.

Beautiful.

I love my grandparents.  Because they love each other more than any other couple I've ever known.

They're out of town.  Until they get back, I go over to their house every day or two to bring in mail and newspapers, water plants, pick tomatoes, and do any other random housekeeping item that comes up.

On the dining room table today, I noticed this card.  My Grandpa gives my Granny an anniversary card every month, not every year.  I'm guessing this was August.

(Front)

(Inside)

If you can't read it...
I needed ya.
I got ya.
I'm keeping ya.
Love ya.

Bill

Wow.  How revoltingly adorable is that?  I hope I love someone that much someday.

Vitamin Ceeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

Feels good a-runnin' through my veins.  Make me feel not so weak and tired and congested and blah.

So.  Today was supposed to be the day from hell.  In fact, it kind of was.

Long, boring day at school.  Long, boring staff meeting.  Calculus quiz, on which I made a 5 out of 7 - or a 71.  (I won't punish you with the details.)  Upon my early arrival at the mall, an event transpired that made two of my favorite people in the whole wide world very miserable.

I was looking forward to a very unpleasant four hours at work, wishing I were at home doing homework... but to my surprise... It was fun.

It took my mind off of school.  It wasn't that busy, so I didn't have to deal with many people.  Plus, I found out that Mitch will laugh at pretty much anything.

So really, going to work today was like going to payed playtime.  It was fun.

Now I'm at home, showered, and ready to write that paper before I turn in for the night.

Friiiiiiiiiday... Only a few minutes away.  ^_^

Also if you missed it in the photobox - Here is Kelsey Shearron looking mightily like a fish:  (I hate you more.  : p)

Things that make me happy:

1.  Watching Spiderman with Rachel and Will
2.  Ninja Turtles fruit snacks
3.  Vitamin C

Things that make me not-so-happy:

1.  The paper I have to write on how Spiderman and "The Metamorphosis" are alike.
2.  The idea of how expensive the next year is going to be... and the fact that I'm no good with money.
3.  Allergies that are possibly turning into a cold...?

You guys...

The Crocodile Hunter died.

Steve Irwin.  As in the guy who says "crikey" - he's dead.

http://dsc.discovery.com/news/2006/09/04/irwin_hum.html?category=human&guid=20060904083000&&clik=news_tkr

It's a three day weekend.  I have no homework.  Why am I not happier about this?

Because my allergies are trying to kill me again.  My last two bad allergy spells made me think I was sick because I had a really sore throat, a lot of pressure on my ears, and general icky-ness.  But this time I just realized it's my weird-ass allergies.

And they need to go die somewhere in a manner that is most uncomfortable.

Today was fun.  Subdued, dreary, tired fun.  But fun all the same.

And it's only about 7:40.  For a Saturday, the night is still young!

Soooo... pretty sure my grade is... not good.

I don't know the exact number.  I didn't stay to find out because I didn't want to punish myself right when I was already feeling down.

I suppose I'll just have to kick up my homework a notch and start studying with my dad as much as I can.  Because if I can do the homework, I should be able to do the test.  Right?

Well that's what I thought, anyways.

Ah well.  Tomorrow is another day.  And unfortunately that other day is less than an hour away.  Perhaps I should get some sleep.

I've got a predicament...

When I'm in math class, I feel just a tad bit, oh let's say - retarted.

Except when I get home and I ask my dad to do Calculus with me, I'm not that that bad at it.

In fact, I'm kind of good at it.

So how come I have this history of totally sucking on tests and quizzes in math, no matter which subject?

Because I feel like I can't do it and that I'm not smart enough.  So I wig out and panic.  Or I hear that there are only seven or eight problems on the quiz, so I assume that they're all rediculously hard and that I'm going to fail no matter what.

So if I'm not dumb when I'm at home, how do I make myself not feel dumb when I'm at school?

What an interesting day.

The least fun nature walk of all time in Photography.  It involved such lovely views as trees; grass; flowers; more trees, grass, and flowers; and trash.  The trash including all this and more:  A playstation.  Two mattresses, one futon, one twin sized.  An exercise bike.  Some Shania Twain CDs.  Two mismatched gangsta shoes.  Various parts of a stereo system.

I opened a checking account at my bank.  I'll be getting my debit card in the mail in about two weeks.  Somehow I'm hoping that this will make me more responsible with money. . . . .Yeah, that sounds funny to me too.

I said farewell to my Memphis-bound homie, Brian King. 
(Have fun settling in, keep us posted.)
And found out that even five years after I left, the little desktop publishing thing I made in seventh grade is still laminated on the wall somewhere in Mr. King's shop class.  Mad Microsoft Publisher skills.  MAD, I tell you.

My Grandmother turned 69.  Which means she's almost 70.  Which mean's she's really getting old.  Which means I have to start getting used the idea of her not being around.  This is displeasing.
Her party was also a joint going-away party for my aunt Karn's niece Ping, who is going back to Thailand after staying here all summer to visit and help out Karn, my uncle David, and their daughter Diana.

Michael Thoe and I went to Hastings.  Where we happened to run into almost every single person on the planet that we know.  We spent a ridiculous amount of time looking at movies, games, and books before returning to his house to watch So I Married and Axe Murderer.

And now here I am at 1:30 AM.  Wasting my time on the internet.

And since it's technically the 26th now, I can say this:

HAPPY FRIGGIN' BIRTHDAY, GRACE LANGELAND!

Thank you.

Come on now, who do you -
Who do you, who do you, who do you think you are?
Ha ha ha!  Bless your soul.
You really think you're in control?

*sings along at an annoyingly high pitch*

Ahhhhhhh.  I love that song.

This weekend was pretty good.  Michael Cole and Rachel Hodorowicz on Friday.  Brian King and Megan McDonald on Saturday.  Megan McDonald and Carmeron West and Mady Robertson today.

I miss the summer.  I miss spontaneously deciding to stay out until un-god o' clock in the morning.  I miss not caring that it was 10 PM was way too late for caffine and deciding to get coffee anyways.  I miss seeing my friends all the time.

I've been kind of bipolar in my attitude about this school year.

My classes aren't that bad, but I don't have my classes with my very closest friends.  Because of band, JROTC, and work, I don't get to see my Siegel friends hardly at all.  About 90% of my college friends are leaving or have already left.

Once May rolls around, there'll just be a month or two left and then life as I know it really will be over.  My core group of friends will be completely torn apart.  It doesn't help that I'm determined to go to a school that has Latin.  (I recently found out that MTSU doesn't.)

Agh.  I sound really emo.  That makes me feel dirty all over.  And not in a pleasant way.  I think I'll go listen to some rap music or something until I feel back to normal.

As you guys know, a week ago today, my purse got stolen at the Belcourt Theatre in Nashville.  I had gone there to see and mock one of the most rediculously bad films in the history of the universe.  And somewhere in the process, my purse disappeared with several valuables inside it.  Not to mention that, to me, the purse itself was a valuable.

So yeterday, after spending my last day with Michael Cole that I will get to spend for a long time (he's moving out of state tomorrow), I went to see Pulse with Rachel Hodorowicz.

So we enjoy Ian Somerholder's smoldering hottness and discuss the fact that Mattie and "Josh" would have a much better relationship if she could just remember that "Josh"s name is in fact, Drew Wimberly.  (Don't believe me?  Go see the movie.  It's Drew Wimberly.)

Oh yeah.  The point.

I got a phone call during the film that I missed because I'm a good girl who keeps her cell phone on silent or vibrate in the movie theatre.  But they left a message.

It was the Belcourt Theatre.

They found my purse.

A week later.  After replacing my lisence, my locks, and my auto insurance cards... And coming to peace with the fact that I did a really supremely dumb thing and bad consequences resulted of it...

They found my purse.

Someone just sat down in one of the seats in the movie theatre and was like, "Hey, there's a purse here."

What the crap?  We searched for that purse, and we couldn't find it in any of the seats in or near where I was sitting.

Know what else?  It's full.

ID, money, insurance cards, keys.  It's all there.

That kind of killed my learning experience.

If you ever have the opportunity to go to the airport with a bunch of friends to pick up another friend, especially if it involves crazy windblown hair and loud rap music... Do it.

Heck, if you just have the opportunity to do anything with your friends... DO IT.  You'll be glad you did.

Because you never know when they won't be there to do things with anymore.

On that note...

Does your chain hang low?
Do it wobble to the flow?
Does it shine in the light?
Is it platinum, Is it gold?
Could you throw it over ya shoulda
If ya hot, to make ya cold?
Do your chain hang low?