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.

As you can tell, I am a fledgling in the wide world of blogs. Please allow me a moment to collect my thoughts and not make a complete idiot of myself. Thank you, and all your base are belong to us.