Help!

January 30 2006

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

Coffee. It makes you think... In a really hyperactive way.

January 30 2006

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?

Ow.

January 28 2006
That about sums it up.

Lost and Sleepy

January 27 2006

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.

Hate is little too strong of a word. But only a little.

January 25 2006

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.

So uh, polar bears.

January 22 2006

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.

Dress-Capades: Part Tres

January 21 2006

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.

This will never get old.

January 20 2006

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!

Snow days are boring... how about snow weeks?

January 18 2006

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.





Don't be gay, Sparky. Good boy.

January 16 2006

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.

Pierre no nekkid no more.

January 12 2006

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.

Whaddya know?

January 09 2006

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.



"a date, huh? i went on one of those once. it was pretty depressing."

January 04 2006

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.


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Mmmmmblargh

January 01 2006

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.

HURRAH!

December 30 2005

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.

baby got that swing

December 16 2005

Well, it looks like the OHS Swing Dance for me.  After being told that I should go by five of my good friends, I guess I don't really have a choice.


Crap.


That means that I have to find some reasonably decent-looking clothes that still fit me.


And not be a bitch when I get there.


Crap.


I'll go... but I won't like it.  *pout*


::edit::


Okay, I went, I saw, I ran away.


I gave up after about an hour and forty-five minutes.  I danced a little with Alden, Michael Vanleivit (sp?), and Mellie's boyfriend Chris.  I asked Mellie to teach me stuff and she said, "Good!  Chris is new too," and made him be my partner while she tried to explain it to me.


I learned about three things... sort of.


And I feel like a total loser.


Not as much as a loser as Brian King or Nemanja though.  They wouldn't dance at all.  Nemanja was messing around with his camera and accidentally took a picture of my boobs [or the place where they would be if I had any].


Oh yeah, that's one to send home to the family.


I forsee a evening of loud music and reading sulkily.

Patience, Iago.

December 13 2005

Only one more whole day.


Then mid-terms.


Then WINTER BREAK.


Ahhhh.  So close.


You'd think I'd be more stressed, seeing as how I'm failing a bunch of shizzle [as usual.]  But I'm not.  Amazingly.  Or at least I'm not a walking panic attack.  My stomach has been a little touchy lately, so maybe I'm really stressed out on the inside.


Whatever. SIX DAYS.  And then it's all over.  Hallelujah.


Stupid semester.

He

December 09 2005

Sebastian!  He's okay!  *pets computer*  I missed him.



He had to be fixed twice.  The first time Elaine fixed it, she forgot to check it after she closed the computer case.  Which is a shame, because a wire was pinched and made a short circuit or some technological drabble like that.  So my dad had to take Sebastian back to the office.  I got him back yesterday and just now got him hooked back up.  ^_^



Had a night out with buds that wasn't on a Tuesday or at Fazoli's.  Amazing, I know.  Megan, Leah, Becky, Christi, Eric, and I went to The Nap for some good ol' Murfreesboro-style Mexican food.  Unfortunately, Christi and Becky couldn't join the rest of us when we went to see Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire afterwards.



Fun fun.



The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe tomorrow!  *squeal*  Can't wait.  Well, I think I'm gonna crawl in bed and do some reading for a while.



Good night, everyone!


p.s.  Auto-tagging drives me crrrrrazy.

Sebastian is in a coma.

December 06 2005

Yes, it's true.  My computer is currently incapacitated.



Our power went out twice on Sunday morning, and my computer's power supply blew out.  Luckily though, Elaine, the hardware chick from my Dad's office is willing to salvage a power supply from a broken computer and put it on my computer.  Yay!



Sebastian will be home soon.



Right now I'm updating from dun-dun-daaaaah!  Physics class!  Exciting, no?  I love this whole you-can-get-into-phusebox-from-school thing.



Wow.  I don't know if I just missed the exact right combination of days, but I am tooootally confused.  We're doing potential energy, kinetic energy, and how all that stuff relates to friction and force.  Seeing as how I never really understood the fiction equations in the first place, this is no good.  Nooooo goooood.



Ah well.  Class is going to start soon, so I should get off of the computer while I'm ahead.



Ciao, honies.

time flies

December 02 2005

Holy crap.  It's Friday again.  Where did my week go?


I slept in again today.  >_<  Whoo.  Good job, me.  I had myself another panic attack / nervous breakdown / depression spasm thing.  I called my mom and she told me to take the day off and come to her house.  So here I am!  Updating from mom's.


I was terrified that I would get in trouble with my Dad.  But when he called he just said he was sorry that I was having a rotten day and he hoped I feel better soon.


Totally not what I was expecting.  Not that I'm complaining or anything.


Well, enjoy your weekend while it's still here.  Before you know it, It'll be Monday again.