February 18, 2005

I Wish..

February was over. It's been a long month, and theres still 8 days left. Ugh.

Its not that its been such a bad month, cause a few good things happened, its just that a lot of little things are adding up to one, totally sucky, whole. But on the positive note, I have an interview for GirlsState tomorrow morning, and my application made it to the State Level for Governors school (I find out if I'm in or not in April). And then I've been getting mail from Vassar and Tulane (not quite sure why thats a big deal, but people say it is).

But on the other hand I've just been blah. I've been doing double as a Stage Manager and as head of Tech, and its not uncommon for me to have a good 30 pages of history to read and take notes on a night, and stats, and physics, and everything else. I don't get much sleep anymore. Usually (even if I do go to bed around 10) I don't get to sleep until about 1, and I wake up at 5:30. And you can bet that its even less when I have a big assignment too. I also have been laying brick and block in Construction class.. can I just mention that my back hurts from mixing mortar? Ugh.

So enough of my whinning. I'll go be blah someone else!

May 04, 2004

School... It's so productive

So here I am. Its 6th block. I'm bored and in the Library. So I decided to blog. I actually like the assignment we're working on. I'm in my Theater Production class and our final project is to do all the technical work and designs for a show of our choice. I chose the movie (which I labored to adapt to stage) 10 Things I Hate About You. I really have been enjoying working on it, but I needed a break so I'm blogging-ish.

What I really want is to go home. I'm not feeling well... not at all. Last night I puked-not a fun experience- and then in English I almost puked again -once again, not fun. In english we were discussing the book Things Fall Apart and some one brought up the character Mr. Brown, and English Missionary, and all I could think of was "Mr. Brown can Moo, can you?" And then I was joking with another friend who knows about Mu.Nu, and she started saying "Mr Brown can Moo" and I quickly added "NU!" before she finished it with "Can You". We giggled.

Yeah can you tell I'm bored?

March 27, 2004

Bad Freshie. I hate you.

It takes real talent for a freshie to blow the motor on a circular saw.

On stage crew we have two circular saw, and one had a dull blade that I hadn't gotten around to changing yet. So we were I was using the older one that didn't have a safety lock on it. Well this Freshie decided to ignore what I said about not using the dull one and did. He managed to cut about 3" into the plywood before the blade stopped moving. He just kept holding down the button. And he blew the motor.

I'm fine(ish) with the fact that he blew the motor, I can understand that mistakes happen. But what really ticks me off is that he disobeyed me when I said they were not to use the circular saws, and that the idiot didn't even have goggles on. That Freshie isn't going to be using power tools again.

February 19, 2004

I can anotate in my sleep

*Yawn* I don't think I've ever been this tired before, and I don't think its going to get much better. Besides the fact that my legs hurt like (pardon my language) hell from the leg press in the weight room, I've been staying after school to record blocking everyday and then I come home to do 3-4 hours of homework.

And my teachers (for the most part) suck. They all asigned projects at the same time. Oh yeah, remind me to post my paper on Arsenic. Its rather fun-almost got me sent to a shrink. Hehe.

So I feel bad about the lack of quality on this site. I've been looking for a guest blogger, but of my friends, either I refuse to let them blog, or they just don't DO anything. So I'm taking applications, per se.

So this was my random post of the day. Heres a list of posts to come:

Block of cheese
Marry Poppins
Why Teachers Shouldn't Talk
Midsummer Night Dream
Stage Managing
A Doll House vs. A Doll's House
And many, many, more.
I'm aiming for Sunday to be a big post day, if not Sunday, then I'm gonna start using my lunch shift.

February 15, 2004

It figures

That even though I paid 80 bucks for an MP3 player, I don't get the batteries included.

February 10, 2004

God is a tomato and Satan is a pickle

Or at least thats according to E.C. Glass High School.

I know I've been a bit late on telling you about the Regionals, but hey, I was still laughing at them. To be short, my school got 3rd place, and isn't going to states because we missed 2nd by 1 point. I wont go into the logistics because I'll whine, but I'll tell you the funny stuff.

The show that beat us to 2nd place was E.C. Glass and, to be nice, I've seen choir concerts that were more entertaining. They sang almost the whole time, with short lines of dialog. Everything was about God, because the title of the play was "God Lives In Glass". My problems with the play are numerous. Among them being that it was a public school doing a play primarily about God. Another problem is that their main song consisted of two lines:

Ask the children
They also had a song entirely about how God is a Tomato, and of course the kids from my school (once we were on the bus) came up with: God is a Tomato, Satan is a pickle, Relish is Demons, and Jesus is Ketchup. We had quite a bit of fun. Another favorite line from the show to make fun of is:
God lives in a mirror, and when I asked Him who the prettiest girl in the world is, He told me the truth.. And it broke my heart.
He said the prettiest girl was MV. Hehehe.

I could go on and on. But I wont, because I still have a lot to do before bed. I'm going to blog more regularly again, I just had to get used to being a Stage Manager and dealing with some new curves thrown my way. So Toot-a-loo. And maybe I'll give you more tales from Regionals.

Just remember, its no longer BLTs. Its BLGs. Bacon. Lettuce. And GOD.

January 25, 2004


Is a privacy agreement required by the national Government to be signed by all patients/clients of Doctor Offices, Hospitals, Pharmacys, and numerous other places.

HIPAA is a pain in my @$$.

Not because I don't think its a great idea. But because it forces me to do extra paperwork, which is just badness.

So if you haven't noticed I work in a Doctors office, an Eye Doctor to be percise. And that was where I was yesterday when Dad met Silverblue, Roxette Bunny, Tink, and PoloRandy. I was so mad when I found out I couldn't go because of work. Gah! Oh well. I'll just have to make them come up to woodbridge again... Or wait... If we go to States for the One Act (cross your fingers) I think its in the same general area. I'll find out tomorow.

January 10, 2004

Once again.. The school system proves it's stupidity.

A new letter is periodically sent home to all parents. The winter newsletter was classic. The opening message from the principal was about the renovations that the school is going through. Currently they are closing off all the class rooms (we used to have open-no doors or walls). And its still in the process. Here is the portion that makes me mad:

"...currently being renovated is the Language Arts Department. The students in those classes will be meeting in the 'luxury suites' situated on our front lawn until the first week in March.

I have been very impressed with the manner in which our students and staff have handled the renovation. They have adapted to life in the 'Luxury suites' and taken the challenges of a major renovation in stride."

Give me a break. The "LUXURY SUITES"? They're TRAILERS. Okay, we have Trailers on our front lawn. Not exactly Luxury. Whats worse is the "Taken it in stride" portion. If we were taking it in stride we wouldn't be calling ourselves Trailer Trash when ever we have to go outside. And might I remind you that its WINTER! Its COLD! There is nothing sweet about the trailers (pardon the pun), and certainly nothing Luxurious.

Gawd my school sucks.

December 18, 2003

Lost a soul mate

You know that feeling? I sure don't. The point is I'm going insane. I can't find anything to replace my Nuts. I feel naked, exposed. I've had the Chain since 6th grade! The nuts since 8th! My neck feels wierd. No other chain is the right wieght or has the right feeling. I'm lost. Helpless.


*sighs* MV, I hope you rot in the deepest of the nine hells. After all, I'll need someone to keep me company.

Rejoice! Rejoice!

Because never, ever, ever, again will I threaten castration on a male.

As I think some of you know, around my neck I have a chain of balls, on which too nuts hang. Aka Bolts. Itís quite funny at times. And Iíve had the chain for 5 years (I replaced it only once-with an identical chain), and the nuts for 2 Ĺ. Now I donít have them, and Iím going insane. During the course of the day, I can be seen to hold onto the chain, usually with out my conscious mind realizing it, until today. If Iím mad, I grab and twist the chain. If Iím sad, I grab and hold on to the bolts as my comfort object (I know, weird). If Iím agitated, I grab the chain. If unsure. If scared. If worried. If tired. If excited. If Anything. Most of the time Iíll grab the chain. Now itís gone. And hereís why.

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December 13, 2003

Perfect man

Is it actually possible I have found the perfect man? I don't know, what do you think. A picture of him is in the extended entry.

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December 12, 2003

He's mad...

Just because I stole his sack. I mean, its not like I tore it open and emptied it! I did nothing of the sort, in fact I'm looking at it right now. I even sprayed it with some Fabreez to make it smell better. So now it wont smell like guy sweat and yucky stuff. I mean just think of where its been! Its a horid thought. So MV is mad, and wont give me a hug until I return his sack. Can't say I blame him though. I'd be mad if someone stole my nuts or balls (as in chains/necklaces). Oh well.

And for all of you that have very dirty minds, I was discussing MV's Hacky Sack. Hehe.

You would think...

I had asked her (my sister) to give up her first born to the Baby-Eating-Spider-Worshippers. All I did ask was for her help to clean my room, after her movie. And she's the one LIVING in my room for a month. Notice I'm letting her finish the movie? I could be a royal B****, but I'm not. Gr. Oh well.

December 10, 2003


So I asked MV to help me with a problem. The problem is simple. I need transportation that I can operate myself. I'm too poor/young to drive a car, so I thought bike. I have a bike too. Problem is I can't ride the bike. Or at least not out of my street. Doesn't do me much good at the moment. So here I am talking to MV and I'm contemplating transportation in the back of my mind. And I've been playing with the idea of a Moped. Not a regular dork moped, but one that looks kind motorcycle-ish while on the road. Got apperances to think of here. Heh. And in my mind, I don't want to get on a Moped until I can sufficiently ride my bike. No small thing here. Remember I'm 15.

So there I was talking with MV practicaly offering my dignity on the sacraficial offer. I asked "Can you teach me to ride a bike?" You know what his response was? "You were joking. Right?" Said in a semi-panicy voice. I regreted my question. Only a few people know that I can't ride a bike. Generaly the responses are like that one, or "You poor, POOR, deprived child."

He said no.

So I asked my friend, SMV (Second Male Version) his response? "YOU DON'T KOW HOW TO RIDE A BIKE? MY GOD! YOUR A FREAK!" Thanks guy, thanks a lot.

Males suck. I still need/want a moped. I hate bikes.

December 05, 2003

I lothe the snow.

I truely do, why? because now I might not be able to go to a party. I know that sounds shallow, but give me a break, I need some fun and I need to relieve stress.

Gone to curse the snow. Blog maybe on Saturday, Sunday if the snow isn't gone on Saturday. I'm going to the party. Regardless (unless the roads are really that horrible.)

And by the way, Mad props to Tom for his perfect take on Nor-east-ers. As for his List for the end of the world, mine is a bit different:

A) Steak and Ice Cream
B) Dime-Store Romance Novels
C) A cute guy (just kidding)
Yeah that list right there looks good. Oh yeah, and I would get all My CDs and a CDplayer and blast the music till I blow the speakers and/or my ear drums.

November 28, 2003


Is anyone going to mention the new colors? Is it good? Bad? Horrible? Or as Best-friend Male Version 1.0 said "Its like a Pop Star trying to sing Heavy Metal"?

Tell me! Because I know at least 3 people have seen this. hehe. I'm done imitating the King Of Suck now.

And I'm going to start refering to that guy as "Best Friend Male Version 1.0" (I'd say BF-MV for short except people would think I date him, and no. That would be like kissing my brother *shudders*, so for short I'll go with MV-male version)

November 20, 2003

A state of mind...

Ever been really content, for all of 10 minutes before you come crashing down the cliff of emotions to land and impale your self on jagged rocks? Thats how I feel at this moment emotionaly. I don't know why. I really don't care. I just am sick of it. Blah.

November 01, 2003

ICE PICK TO THE BRAIN *stab stab twist*

Thats what happens when someone says I'm turnning into a Mini-Ms. S. But I can't be a mini Ms. S. She's already super short, and I'm taller then her. *evil grin* in fact the only person I know of thats shorter then her is her mother.

Hehe. But Ms. S is so awesome.

October 28, 2003


Last two weeks before the show I'm not going to be posting a lot for a while...

BTW the show is November 14-15-16 (thursday through saterday run). $5 per person, its a great show. Its at Gar-Field High School. Come if you want. E-mail me for directions to the school if you want to go.

October 22, 2003


What ever sexist-chauvanistic male decided that it was a good idea for females to shave should have been shot on the spot. OWW!!


Me and my mom have had weird dreams lately. Scary enough, hers actually preceded and actual event, even though it was a bit off. I'll spare you the details. But Iíll tell you about mine. I think its rather horrendous. I woke up in a 'cold sweat'...

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Revenge is so sweet...

Remember that tard? You know the freshie?

He called me fat!

Lol. It mostly poor diction (ooo... Big word! Big word!) on his part but I'm not letting it go any time soon. Hehe. Lets just say he's going to be cleaning paint brushes and Gelling the lights for a long time.

October 17, 2003

*mumbles* Stupid Freshie...

So Iím at stage crew the other day, and I have this song stuck in my head, I really like this song too. The choruses, which are the only part I know, go something like this:

if you wanna be happy
For the rest of your life,
Never make a pretty woman your wife,
So from my personal point of view,
Get an ugly girl to marry you.
And one of my friends, a freshie at that, responds when I sing it "So I guess I should marry you, huh?" Oh I wanted to smack that little Tard so bad, but I was nice, I didn't smack him, and I didn't even castrate him. But oh how I thought about it.

And if that freshie reads this, I want him to know something. Shane, I will get revenge, just you wait! *Evil Laugh*

He is actually a really good friend. Honest.

October 02, 2003

Bad days

are plaguing me. I've had 3 in a row, and tomorrow will be the fourth!!

I want need some chocolate.

October 01, 2003

One of those days....

Ever have one of those days, where it seems like the only time you open your mouth is to change feet?

Stage Kissing Sucks. And here's why.

Today was an interesting day. And since I don't feel like retyping it, you'll get to read part of a conversation where I talked about it.

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September 30, 2003

Tell me why

after the dogs get hair cuts they always decide to go into super-horny-overdrive? And considering both are male, and one doesn't have its 'parts' its really... whats the word?... gross.

And cold showers does not calm them down.

September 21, 2003


I decided I wanted to write about something. Something half way decent, and that could actually be considered intelligent. You know what happened. I couldnít think of a topic. Murphyís law in action.

September 18, 2003

Isabel is a-coming.

So you know what my mom said?

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September 01, 2003


Well dad was remined of a very important fact today. Iím a girl. And I donít like bugs/various other crawly things. So when we first incounterd a number of various crawly things he didnít understand my reaction. Lets see, what did I/we encounter:

1. Worms
2. Locusts
3. Worms
4. Worms
5. Worms
6. Pink baby somethings (possibly mouse)
7. Spiders
8. Pink baby somethings
9. Pink baby somethings
10. Pink Baby somethings
11. General things that involve live in the back yard

And how many of these did I like?

I think you get the picture.

August 29, 2003


I'd really like this image:View image

to be on my banner. But I have yet to figure out how. *sighs*

August 13, 2003

power outage

I am sick of hearing about this. It doesn't effect me (oviously) so I don't care. Let me just say it one more time:

Theres a huge power outage.

Big deal. The only people that should care about it is the people who are experiencing it.

Okay I'm done. Back to make more images to slander Frank.

I have decided, I will join the war against Frank from IMAO, to be more exact, I am joining Jen's side. Why? Because I need something to do. Also I can make graphic images. Hehe. I can't wait!

I got my questions from Stevie. But I'm not going to answer them just yet. Mainly because I don't have time at the moment. Got lots of school work. *Grumbles"Stupidschool"Grumbles*

1. Describe your dream date with your favorite famous person.

2. Which Looney Tunes character do you identify with the most and why?

3. Would you trade a walk-on role in a war for a lead role in a cage? (Esoteric Pink Floyd reference...)

4. If you could be on any of the reality T.V. shows, which one would it be and why?

5. What is the most embarrassing thing you've ever been involved in?

And, a bonus question that just begs to be asked of someone:
Why is my dopey dog lying on the floor, on his back, with all four paws in the air-the front two crossed, no less-wiggling around making noises like Chewbacca from Star Wars?

Real quick, before I have to get back to my school work. I Hate Annotating. Let me say it again. I Hate Annotating. I Hate Annotating. I Hate Annotating! I also hate my government work.