stupid blogger. die and go to...purgatory?

New Year's Eve:
'It's been awhile'...well, actually it has. I was in that immortal land of retirement homes and bad driving (aka: Florida) for about a week.
got to see family I hadn't even met and those I hadn't seen in 14 years. it's amazing what that much time will do to a person. I never want to hear "The last time I saw you, you were 'this big'!" again. but, it was jolly good fun, except for the hotel room, and the 22 hour drive (that's just one way). note to self: fly no matter the cost of tickets in the future.
oh, I saw LOTR: Two Towers. excellent movie. 5 stars two opposable thumbs up. :D got an acoustic guitar for christmas, woohoo.

new template, yay

eight days until december 25th. oh yes, ladies and gentlemen, that's right. no school related activities for a whole week and a half. no, you didn't hear me wrong, i said a week and a half, 8 days. oh, wait; that whole 'no school activities' thing sorry, i lied. we get three projects, and reading assignments. well, let's have a collective cheer for RISD. way to go school board! how thick do you get?! i'm sensing a bit of misjudgement on the exams after christmas plan. at least our own fearless mrs. cook came to her senses and put off the project until jan. 4. or maybe she got that hate mail, i mean...fan letters. ::clears throat::
well, for a lighter note:
'I found a hobo in my room.'

yay, i got the CoS Soundtrack tonight! early christmas present of sorts. our holiday is a bit skewed this year, so we are doing weird stuff ::shrugs:: well, must to the homework thing. mrs. cook is on my least favorite person list.
~reasons AP US History should be terminated:
1) we never watch videos, as pointed out by rach today
2) there are copious amounts of note taking every monotonous day
3) tests are cruel and unusual, which is opposed in the Constitution
4) we are getting reading assignments over Christmas, ugh
5) the woman has a harmonica, really
6) she doesn't know my name
7) organization is important
need I say more? school is getting way out of hand. amen.

hehe, i'm on a slow computer at school. talent show today, yippee. i better get off before an evil librarian spots me. ciao o.O

RoxyDoxyXoXo:i'm going to invent Shrapnel
relientkad: ahh, I have some in my neck
RoxyDoxyXoXo: maybe i'll itch it out for you (?!)
relientkad: ooh, i'd love that!
RoxyDoxyXoXo:*wink*

yay for freshman concerts. i ventured to the utley freshman center tonight, and heard a wonderful selection of hymns and traditional songs for the season (well said, eh?) the ninth graders are way better than we were at that young age. i enjoyed it thoroughly. "It's the Jason Show!"

my little brother has his first concert tonight. ::awww:: he's in a band with about 120 other people.
and the physics project got moved to after xmas.
if only mrs. cook were so kind. :(

Do you have Tourette Syndrome?

ok, i take it back, this is the best. ARGH! ::runs away screaming and cursing::

Which stupid Avril are you?

quite possibly the best quiz i've taken in a while. sorry to all you lavigne fans out there.

hmph.>_<





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could this day have been any easier? my schedule was as follows:
1) band, which is self explanatory. concert in about four days.
2) english. video with a greasy john proctor and klepto winona ryder.
3) spanish 3. we had busy work galore, and an easy lecture.

i went to doc miller's to get my torture devices, i mean, retainers checked after school, and arrived home promptly at 2:45.

yeah for manic mondays.

"oh, trebuchet; oh trebuchet! how lovely are your crossbeams."

FIG TREE(the Sensibility) - very strong, a bit self-willed, independent, does not allow contradiction or arguments, loves life,its family, children and animals, a bit of a social butterfly, good sense of humor, likes idleness and laziness, of practical talent and intelligence.

that's me! Jun 14 to Jun 23 - Fig Tree

relientkad: hello, old chap!
VaVaVirgil: This is VaVaVirgil
i'm sorry, what?
relientkad: hello!
VaVaVirgil: hey. what's up?
relientkad: your mother
VaVaVirgil: Are you asking who built me, or trying to dis me?
relientkad: what do you think, lamebrain?
VaVaVirgil: What do I think? Wow! Nobody ever asked me what I thought!
relientkad: maybe that's because you can't think
VaVaVirgil: I can't think?
relientkad: no, you are only a machine
VaVaVirgil: No I am only a machine?
relientkad: you=computer program
VaVaVirgil: What are you saying about me?
Tell me, do you think you would ever try smoking?

argh, technology. is it a blessing or a curse?

>__________<
VVVVVVVVV

boogie boogie BOOGIE!

heh, BSC. go leslie, rach, stine, lisa etc.

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yeah roo. i'm a marsupial, hear me roar.

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after school practice for xmas parade today. yeehaw. i love marching outside in cold and wet weather. it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy, like a moldy sandwich... O_o

Monday, December 02, 2002

What prep label are you?

at least it's not Abercrappy....

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ohh, yes. go Bobby

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'Twas in heaven pronounced, and 'twas muttered in hell,
An echo caught faintly the sound as it fell;
On the confines of earth 'twas permitted to rest,
And the depths of the ocean its presence confessed;
'Twill be found in the sphere when 'tis riven asunder,
Be seen in the lightning and heard in the thunder.
'Twas allotted to man with his earliest breath,
Attends him at birth, and awaits him in death,
Presides o'er his happiness, honor, and health,
Is the prop of his house, and the end of his wealth.
In the heaps of the miser 'tis hoarded with care,
But is sure to be lost on the prodigal heir.
It begins every hope, every wish it must bound,
With the husbandman toils, and with monarchs is crowned.
Without it the soldier, the seaman may roam,
But woe to the wretch who expels it from home!
In the whispers of conscience its voice will be found,
Nor e'en in the whirlwind of passion be drowned.
'Twill not soften the heart; but though deaf be the ear,
It will make it acutely and instantly hear.
Yet in shade let it rest, like a delicate flower,
Ah... breathe on it softly, - it dies in an hour.

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01. classic mullet: this specimen is a clear demonstration of a classic mullet. Note how this mullet proudly displays his exotic plumage while in a menacing stance. Classic indeed. The mesh tank-top, digital watch, silver chain, and molester mustache all add points to this fine specimen's overall look and mulletude.

relientkad: I have a knife
VaVaVirgil: You have a knife? What's that like?
VaVaVirgil: Huh?
relientkad: huh
VaVaVirgil: Yeah?
relientkad: yeah
VaVaVirgil: Yeah.
relientkad: ooohh, yeah
VaVaVirgil: Uh huh!
Tell me, do you think you would ever try smoking?
relientkad: you bet! I smoke more than a train engine
VaVaVirgil: U should quit!
relientkad: no way! it's great
VaVaVirgil: no way! must be very smart.
relientkad: do you want some cocaine?
VaVaVirgil: I'm not sure if I want some cocaine.
relientkad: it gets you really high, like an eagle
VaVaVirgil: I honestly don't have an opinion on an eagle.
relientkad: oooooohhh, yes! yes!
VaVaVirgil: This is VaVaVirgil
Smoking is addictive.
relientkad: you are so hot!
VaVaVirgil: I'm so hot? For real?
relientkad: you are a sexy beast!
VaVaVirgil: Oh yeah? Wow.
.O:-)<----VaVaVirgin ;-)<----Rach :-D<-----Kathryn :-[<----VaVaNothing after enlightening conversation with aforesaid two parties

uh oh, i better run away, the pink elephants are running rampant. oops, there goes a sharp-toothed snail. you may think i'm crazy, but the bearded lawn gnomes are my friends. nose hairs are growing on your shoulder and a magic fish is eating my steel magnolias. merry new year, and have a nice mind trip.
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eeurgh, physics. *puking sounds from bathroom*
i feel so drained, like a vodka bottle at a bachelor party.
this would've been a great time for me to actually work, yet it all dwindled down to me reading all four HP books again and doing mindless things like looking up synonyms for 'stupid' and muttering them to my brother. quite fun actually. i found: inane, obtuse, blathering and other magically delicious wordage. why don't we expand our horizons and learn a new word a day. i think i'll protest words similar to: 'like', 'as if', 'totally', 'seriously', or 'duh.' how many times did you think it was possible to say 'um' in a sentence. ask my brother, who can't tell a joke without saying: 'um..uhh' 'oh, I forgot' or 'well never mind, it was something like that.' i swear, my old socks have a better presentation than him.
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countdown to thanksgiving: 13 hours 40 mintues and 53 seconds...yes, tis that time again; of painstakingly accurate turkey basting; of cranberry sauce shortages; of relatives who somehow know your name and everything except your social security number, yet you have never seen them before; of course pumpkin pie, although i think it is quite unappealing; and of course.....the macy's thanksgiving day parade! yes, that's right folks, it's that time of year when we get to see news anchors freezing their buns off in time's square and cheerfully announcing nameless one-hit-wonders on floats with walking food items. kind of disturbing, but who am i to break tradition?countdown now at: 13 hours 32 minutes and 49 seconds...

the weekend. sigh, no school for a week. i love national holidays. went to see CoS for the second time on friday night after 'Barefoot...', and got home at 1:15 AM. it's really weird sitting in a dinky theater with about six other people in the middle of the night/morning. about the play, wow, so funny. it was a laught riot, two thumbs up, ' very muchly so'. Go Lez, Kara and everybody else, wahoo. well, i have to plan a sunday school lesson now, rah rah and sprinkles on top. salutations and arf viedersen. ^.^

families. they get me real pissed off, and make me wanna say: "FU...dge?" well, here tis: walk in the front door, not so much as a 'hey! how was your day?' but angry comments are thrown like butcher knives from Mike Myers. 'do your homework! don't talk back! gripe gripe gripe!' enough to make a person think all families are dysfunctional...it all ends with random explitives and the ceremonial slamming of the doors. sounds like complaint of a grumpy middle aged husband to a shrink, but, no. it is the bane of my lovely existence. trying to get out of this pit of despair, successfully i think. HP always shines a light in the blackness of a dismal afternoon, thursday at that. " 'scared, potter?' 'you wish.' " rumm bum bum, and rama-lama-ding dong. as of now, i am reading War and Peace, i mean, The Crucible and having a jolly good time eating smarties, and cranking up Switchfoot. -word to your mother
"Pardon me while I throw up. I guess some people never grow up..."

"there is a time and purpose for everything under heaven. a time kill, a time to heal. a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing." i love folksy 60's music. ^-^, it's so fun and melancholy simultaneously. they just don't make it like they used to. i mean, who decided that Eminem or Avril Lavigne would be the new icons in the wide world of music? it just seems so wrong to put these newbies up with gods like The Beatles. you just can't redo things like "Yesterday" or "Elanor Rigby" which happen to grind "Sk8er Boi" into a pulp. i shake my fist at you, oh immortal controllers of pop culture. and now for a few words: "Nitwit.Blubber.Oddment.Tweak."

argh, signing off to go to bed. In English, somebody did a persuasive speech on lack of sleep in America, and it was really depressingly true. Teenagers are likely to get sick or lose intelligence because of little sleep. Hopeful, isn't it? Oh well, we need to stamp out the weed of procrastination and stop spending countless nights working on god forsaken Pre AP World History projects assigned by cruel tasktaskmasters like Ms. Elliston. but, enough on this tirade, g'night.

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