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Wednesday, November 13, 2002 == 08:42 p.m. Monday, October 7, 2002 == 07:52 p.m. Now, today was different. There was a construction crew making a new staircase down to the lower parking lot, and subsequently, the Trailor Pit. That means - anyone who has a class in the pit must fight through the smelly construction crew to get to class. Well. that would be easy if the big ass cement truck wasnt parked at the top of the only staircase leading to the upper campus. Oh boy. Now, usually one could walk up the steep bank next to the staircase to save some time. Otherwise, you would be waiting at least three or four minutes to go up the stairs. Because we are in Gwinnett County, of course some doofus had messed up and told them that the staircase was going to be on the wrong side of the existing one. Figures. That meant that the side that was supposed to be left alone had been completely dug out and filled back in. Joy. So thats what my tax money went to last year. Wow. What a waste. One of the construction workers had been kind enough to take a piece of wood and stamp down a sort-of walkway next to the staircase in the otherwise complete mess of dirt and debris. That would have sufficed had it not rained. The entire hill was a complete mud pit. There were little rivers of bright red water flowing down the side of the hill, all converging in the lake that had mysteriously appeared overnight. You see, the same construction crew was supposed to finish the sidewalk we had been promised, so a trench had been dug out to aid in the pouring of the concrete. Way to go. To begin with, I was handicapped. Brand new leather shoes. I was not about to step in a bunch of mud. It just was not going to happen. I would rather have waited until the sun had come out and dried the mud into a hard adobe-like substance that is safe to walk on. Of course, with the time constraints we have during class change, that wasnt an option, either. So I was pretty much stuck for the time being. I took the opportunity to observe the people around me. There is something you must understand about this group of people before I continue. The combined intelligence of the entire mass of people could not be anywhere close to that of your average monkey embryo. Some of the comments that the group of people were screaming were justified. You cannot imagine how much it pains me to admit that these people were actually right. But, of course, they have their intelligence to slow them down. One genius, the bright star in the mass of dull space, had the most excellent scheme as to how he was going to get up the hill. He was going to lay down a sheet of notebook paper to step on. I'm sure his plan would have worked if he had not insisted on using the same sheet of paper for the entire hill. It was entertaining to watch him accomplish getting halfway up the hill. He would bend over, hop, move the paper, and then land on it. Most people would have figured out that hopping and mud dont mix. He had a system going until he hopped, slipped, landed face down in the mud with a very audible *smack*, and rolled a short distance before hitting a telephone pole that was oh-so-cautiously placed in the corner. While trying to contain my own laughter, he managed to use the pole to stand himself upright and get himself situated. I'll admit, that feat was accompanied by some very choice words. I didnt have to help him, and I probably shouldnt have. But hey, at least I got a pass into class. I would have hated going to the stupid KnOT table to get a tardy slip. Saturday, September 28, 2002 == 09:26 p.m. I needed a change. I wanted something simpler. Something unique. Something bland yet testeful. This works. I like it. And thanks to Matt's ventures into archives, I dont think I'll be messing around with that until I'm ready to fuck something up. Who am I kidding, I know there has to be a way to do it right. I aim to find out what that is. Hmm. And then Matt can have his old pita back if he wants it because WonderLucas can come and fix it. Hah. Right. I am a dreamer, and that, my friends, is a definite dream. I'm going off to sing along with Patty Griffin and ponder the happenings of the universe. Care to join me? Friday, September 27, 2002 == 10:00 p.m. So, ever since I moved to this country and came to this school district, I've had the same bus driver. Well, I heard through the grapevine, and what a wonderful thing that is, that she was transferring to a higher paid job. So I rode the bus for three weeks straight. I didnt mind it, as this woman is probably the most entertaining person I've ever met. I bought her a cell phone cover, painted it to look like a school bus, and put her name on it. She's got some strange obsession with phone covers; she has about three hundred of them. So anyways, her last day came, and I agreed to keep riding the bus for a while to make sure the new bus driver could handle it. When I gave her the phone cover, and she openend it... she started crying. She said that of all the bus routes she's ever had, the one that I live on is probably the best she's ever had. That's when I lost it. I hugged her, and wished her good luck. *sniff* I'm going to miss her. She made the school day bearable, and now she's gone. Oh well. I guess now is when I get to the juicy stuff. There's a guy from my English class that really likes me. He's been over at my house for three or four days straight, and I seriously think that he wants me to go out with him. The only problem is that he's so not my type. He's a great guy and everything, but he's sooooooooo not my type. The very idea that he's interested in me almost makes me want to vomit. (Such a powerful word, vomit.) So a guy likes me? Yes. Shouldnt you be happy? Yes. Are you? No. I am madly in love with Cody. And he's madly in love with me. He makes me so happy. I dont think that you could ever understand. But Cody heard about the English guy. He accused me of cheating on him, and lets just say that Lucas got a little... upset. I couldnt sleep for two days. I thought that I had done something so bad that I would lose him. I had nightmares. Really bad ones. I took a day off of school to sit at home and be completely miserable. I cried so much I think I got dehydrated. I dont know what is going to happen now. I just woke up from a really long nap because I just didnt want to be awake anymore. I didnt want to be asleep, or awake, but I had to choose one. How sad is that? I think now I am going to go work on a new design for this thing. This one isnt pleasing me, and I need to change. I wonder what I can do. *hmm* I wanna have a place to put a ton of links, so I think maybe something with a sidebar. Hmm. We'll just have to wait and see. Monday, September 23, 2002 == 05:42 a.m. I'm waiting for the sun to wake up and open its sleepy eyes. I'm waiting for that first bit of sunlight to come creeping in from the east with its long slender fingers reaching out and touching everything in its path. I'm waiting for the world around me to blink itself alive in an extreme shudder of alertness as it does every morning. Why the school board thinks that we can function on a Monday morning at 7:00 AM, I dont know. I still have never figured out why they make us go to school so early. I dont think that will ever make sense to me. Shut up, you doof, you only have to do this for 151 days. Anywho. There isnt anyone online. I hate having to wake so early only to find that every single person on my buddy list is set to an away message. Grr. I want people to be awake and smiling and attentive like I am. Okay, maybe I'm not smiling, but I will be after I finish my coffee. I should also shave off my little goatee, but I think that can come later. Some people like it, but I'll be damned if I do. I cant stand the thing. I hate it. I think I'm going to stop yapping now and go off to watch cartoons. Hey, I've gotta do something with this extra hour that I have. Later. Sunday, September 22, 2002 == 12:05 a.m. I love the weather. Its starting to get cooler at nights. I love being able to open my windows and let the cool breezes flow through them and bring so much life and movement into my room. I just dread the day that it gets too cold and I have to close them for fear of frostbite when I sleep. Mister Matt. The only person that knows about my pita. How has your day been? I didnt get to talk to you when you were on earlier, as I was too busy coloring. Yes, I was coloring. I find it quite relaxing to bring back such an integral part of my childhood. It soothes my soul, and thats what I needed today. Its been a long day. I think I should end it on a good note. Dar would be a good note. I'm off to listen to a CD and sleep. I'll see you later if you're on. Bye. Saturday, September 21, 2002 == 12:19 p.m. Thursday night was also the night that Barry, the guy who was supposed to help me with an english project, was supposed to come over. Sure he came over, but the only thing he did was use my phone line to check his e-mail. He sat on my bed watching porn on his laptop and talking about his sex life. I didnt want to know that. Ew. I found out he was bisexual. Like I wanted to know that either. Ugh. I'm sitting here staring off into space. Matt is kinda talking to me, but I dont think the conversation is going anywhere. Oh well. I should be working on the English project. We have to create a comic book that explains the action in an epic poem that we read. Grr. I hate projects like this. I really do. And the fact that she wanted us to work in pairs didnt help either. I think today will become a day of making bracelets and staring off into space as I watch cooking shows on PBS and drool over the food they create. Figures. Thursday, September 19, 2002 == 06:46 p.m. So I called my mum at work to tell her about Mock Trial and she apparently wasnt too interested. Figures. She's never really interested in anything that I do, unless it directly involves her. Boo. I'm glad I moved out when I did then, I guess. Tonight I'm supposed to be working on a project for English with a partner. He's supposed to call me and come over and we'll do the project. Hmm. Right. I think he has a crush on me. The only bad thing is that he's sooo not my type. He's just so wierd. I dunno. I guess after he gets here I'll come back and write all about how he acted and what happened. I have a feeling he's going to proposition me for sex. I dont want that. Grr. I guess I'll talk to you peeps later. Be sure to send me lots and lots of e-mail because I love getting it. Laterz! Tuesday, September 17, 2002 == 10:23 p.m. So I guess that Mister Matt is going to have a field day with this once I get a design up. Yupyup I'll get rid of this template in the next few days. I've been itching to design something new, so I guess this is as good a time as any. I wonder what I'll come up with *lol*. So I guess I'll go now. I have nothing else to say. Ciao! |
I have to admit that I absoloutley love rainy days. I love being able to look out the window (well, I use a singular form of window because quite frankly, I only have one class that is in a room that has a window) and seeing the rain. Sometimes, I like playing in the rain. There are a lot of puddles that appear around our campus, and usually you can see me out there splashing around without a care in the world.
It rained all of first period. Figures. The one class I have out in the pit and it had to rain the entire time. Needless to say, none of the people that were in the pit were happy. The bell to go to second period rang. This forced a mass of people large enough to create significant damage to pretty damn near everything to be forced to walk up what will now be referred to as Mud Hill. In this mud was whatever was left of the pine straw that was oh-so-carelessly thrown about before school started, and the remnants of those poor souls that have attempted to climb Mud Hill before, but failed miserably and were trampled to death. It's not a pretty sight, but you get the general idea.
Once he got himself somewhat steady he decided to take a step back. Smooth move. He stepped on a large clump of mud and fell backwards. Not only was he covered in mud from rolling down the hill, but he managed to fall backwards into the trench that had been dug for the sidewalk. I couldnt help but laugh. Being the good hearted person I am, I helped him up and I offered him my jacket to cover part of his muddy self. I walked him to the attendance office surrounded by laughter and the occasional bad remark, and told them what happened. The secretary chuckled to herself for a moment, and then gave me a pass to class.| Patty Griffin - Tony Does anyone remember Tony A quiet boy, little over weight He had breasts like a girl When I wasn't too busy feeling lonely I'd stare over his shoulder At a map of the world He always finished all his homework Raised his hand in homerooom He called the morning attendance With the pledge alligence to the gloom Hey Tony, what's so good about dying He said I think I might do a little dying today He looked in the mirror and saw A little faggot starin back at him Pulled out a gun and blew himself away I hated every day of high school It's funny, I guess you did too Its funny how I never knew There I was sitting right behind you They wrote it in the local rag Death comes to the local fag I guess you finally stopped believing That any hope would ever find you Well I know that story, I was sitting right behind you Hey Tony, what's so good about dying He said I think I might do a little dying today He looked in the mirror and saw A little faggot starin back at him Pulled out a gun and blew himself away Hey Tony whats so good about dying, dying Hey Tony whats so good about dying, dying Hey Tony, what's so good about dying He said I think I might do a little dying today He looked in the mirror and saw A little faggot starin back at him Pulled out a gun and blew himself away Pulled out a gun and blew himself away Pulled out a gun and blew himself away Tony... Patty Griffin - Mary Mary you're covered in roses, you're covered in ashes You're covered in rain You're covered in babies, you're covered in slashes You're covered in wilderness, you're covered in stains You cast aside the sheet, you cast aside the shroud Of another man, who served the world proud You greet another son, you lose another one On some sunny day and always stay, Mary Jesus says Mother I couldn't stay another day longer Flys right by me and leaves a kiss upon her face While the angels are singin' his praises in a blaze of glory Mary stays behind and starts cleaning up the place Mary she moves behind me She leaves her fingerprints everywhere Everytime the snow drifts, everytime the sand shifts Even when the night lifts, she's always there Jesus said Mother I couldn't stay another day longer Flys right by me and leaves a kiss upon her face While the angels are singin' his praises in a blaze of glory Mary stays behind and starts cleaning up the place Mary you're covered in roses, you're covered in ruin you're covered in secrets Your'e covered in treetops, you're covered in birds who can sing a million songs without any words You cast aside the sheets, you cast aside the shroud of another man, who served the world proud You greet another son, you lose another one on some sunny day and always stay Mary, Mary, Mary |