Jill, after you read this, you need to do me a favor.


I left my english book at school.

I need a copy of the damned words and their definitions.


Wanna help me out?


LOVE YOU FOREVUHHHH.



<3 Feesh

I resized my bg on my LJ.


It looks so fucking lame on my computer. I can't go back to larger though. Don't ever move up to 1280 x 1024. You won't freaking be able to go back, and the fact is that no one else uses it. It needs to become a standard before it's worth anything.

Ok. I'm sorry. Cheese pizza is the only worthwhile type of pizza out there. Pepperoni and mushrooms and whatever else you can think of... I just don't get it. Cheese... mmmm.


Simple as that. Cheese. Kicks. Arse. The end.

So, my entire family tells me (together, in almost an intervention-like group), that I've been in a horrible mood the past three days.


I wonder why.


Mom is only taking apart my entire life one day at a time. I mean... my room. C'mon. Why do you really feel the need to pull EVERYTHING out and reput it somewhere else? And then, when it's empty, she yells at me for not having more stuff. The entire time she's taking apart my room, the issue is that I have too much stuff. Now I don't have enough. It's because of the fact that my room was a sea of Beenie Babies. Now that they don't exist there anymore, I have crazy amounts of empty space.


I want it back to when she didn't give a damn about my room. I mean... at least more or less. She's always bitched about it but never like this. Tio John and Tia Nubia are coming up soon, that's why. They'll be staying in my room, of course. After all this, I have to sleep on a couch.


I'm gonna go hit a pillow.






My internet isn't working. Meh.

So, mom tells me to clear my room of stuff I don't want, or just regular junk that I don't need. I say ok.

I clear basically everything out of my room.

Mom says: So, essentially, you've just thrown away your life.

I say: No. I'm sorry I don't associate my life with material possessions. I have my life still with me, intact.

She says: You're disgusting.

I say: I'm sorry.

She says: We're going to Walt*Mart to get you more stuff.





And... we go. We see. We buy. She bitches. I say whatever.

The end.

Jack Black = Pure Sex

So, homecoming was last night. It was more or less fun, save for all the humping going on on the dance floor. Jesus. If those kids got any closer, the morning after pill would have been necessary. Ew.

Dave stuck around with me and the rest of the gang. I was wondering if he was going to roam to other friends but he was a decent date. We danced all four slow songs. Four. Four slow songs, in two hours. Isn't homecoming supposed to be all sweety-romanticy-lovey dovey yada yada yada? That made no sense to me whatsoever.

So, I guess I'm kinda diggin' Dave but I'm not at all sure if the feeling is mutual. I'm lost with that. Like... he's impossible to read. But, I suppose it goes where it goes, eh? No biggy if he's not into it. Friends is cool too.

Dad is too into the "GAME" to take Jill and me to School Of Rock. Gosh I want to see that movie. Maybe tomorrow I suppose. Hmm...

So, here is a picture of Dave and me last night. We bought these keychain things. It's pretty nasty of me, seeing as I have wretched tan lines, but he's cute.



Awww. =P


So... Jill's here. We're gonna go try to whore ourselves for rides to West Manchester or something now.

Uncle Alfie went to jail for stealing a car.



And, I got my sexy nylons with line running down the back.



That is all.

How do you explain to a six year old girl sexism, and why she has to do chores but her brother doesn't?


Man. Seeing her cry because she realized how unfair our household is brought up some serious memories. I guess I've swallowed it all up and decidedly forgotten how disgusting it really is around here. Meh.




I filled out 6 cards for college information. I'm down to Towson, HaC, LVC (SO expensive though), York College of PA, Susqui, Millersville, Elizabethtown, and Gettysburg. Info? If you know anything about those colleges, please share.

The system is down. The system is down...


Actually.. it's just my email server that happens to be down. So... My email is down. My email is down.



Gosh, I miss being able to check my email. Stupid, stupid bandwidth.

I wonder where the Raelians went... Did we completely debunk them, or are they still hanging around? I think I shall go look.


*edit* Alive and Well

Eh. Marching band today. I got lectured on being responsible. Of course... I deserved it.


Guess Who Marching Band Edition is hot. Geesh.


I found my Pokemon cards, which I had thought I sold. Yay! I can play with Matthew and Courtney now. OLD SCHOOL STYLE. They have all these new edition cards, but I have so many actual 1st editions they'd cry. Japanese ones two. I have foils and stars and freaking all this awesome shit.





Pep Rally tomorrow. SHOW YOUR SPIRIT OR DIE!












Goddamn am I a nerd.

Zach, the drummer guy, is pretty hot. Mmm. Marching band nerds are so hot.

Scale: Regular guy: 6
Regular guy when he joins Marching Band: 8


Zach is already like a 8 or a 9. So... He's an 11 now. Yum.

Ok. College night. Ten thousand colleges. One, little me. Ten thousand options. Only one choice.




Mary says York Campus of Penn. I can't go there. Just because it's close doesn't make it a good college. It doesn't have the best music program either. I need a good music program. God. I'm freaking going insane. *cry*

So, I got to direct the orchestra today. Ms. Best wasn't at school for some reason, and it was kind of insane. Jess Harrington tried to handle her at first but then someone offered my services, and well... I kinda wanted to see what it'd be like anyway. So, I went up... and wow. I remembered exactly why I decided I wanted to be a teacher in the first place. If I knew the music better... man. That would have been amazing. But, as it went, it was fun. I can't wait until I'm done with school and can finally start doing that, and only that. School... it's pointless. I need to know nothing but music theory and other specifically musical things. Nothing about math, or english, or world cultures. Of course... I'm not whining about World Cultures. I love it. I have a 94 in there. Wow. And... math this year is pretty easy as well. But, that's not the point.


The point is, Marty Brown has a fine ass.

JACK BLACK WAS WEARING A "JESUS IS MY HOMEBOY" SHIRT!!!!


Dear God. He's beyond sexy. He's... gfjgbfjdlag;/.


*drool*

I took a nap. The first thing I thought of when I woke up, after considering what it would be like to have worms that made your body stronger rather than weaker, was "Birdseed in the bathtub." It was one of those thoughts that just stuck in my head until I got out my bed. Birdseed in the bath tub. Birdseed in the bathtub. Birdseed in the bathtuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuub.



What's the meaning?


Marching band. Pulled muscles in my ELBOWS. And, Concert band. Pulled muscles in my HANDS.



It is insane.