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Name: Taylor Birthday: 1/12/1990 Gender: Female
Interests: running...kind of, ADAM BRODY, jack johnson, john mayer, jason mraz, the killers, coldplay, dispatch, matisyahu (ha), matt ryczek, relient k, motion city soundtrack, eating tons of crap that i know is not good for me but i eat it anyways even though im not hungry, THE OC, coutning the number of time dimsdale says
"cool" with meg and michelle, watching any kind of disney sitcom (except for even stevens), having absolutlely NO classes with you-know-who, JACK on will&grace, NAPOLEON DYNAMITE (<3), zoolander, bug daddy, winter, snow days, the ocean, NYC, boston red sox, the DAWGS, track,making up acronyms for random phrases so that people don't know what im talking about, a bunch of other things i dont feel like listing... Expertise: being mean, keeping my room and bathroom in a state of continuous chaos, making nicknames for people, being a dissident, playing guitar i guess, racing rubber duckies, online family feud, being loved by my friends' parents, identifying plants, a bunch of other stuff considering i'm a pretty damn cool kid Occupation: Student
Message: message me AIM: HipposInDaHotTub
Member Since:
4/13/2004
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ohhhhhhhhhhh myyyyyyyy GOODNESSSSSSS it's an update.
wow...so much has happened since i last wrote...
i guess i'll start with santoiskljdghsjk's display of her fabulous bike, which was most definetly the highlight of last week. it really disturbs me that she wears spandex and rides her bike with those huge baskets on it everywhere. does anyone else think that boycotting gas is pretty much the stupidest idea...ever? oh well, at least she has a sweet bell with a picture of a doe on it.
saturday i ran 13 miles at the mountain... it sucked hardcore. jessie's party made up for it though...staying up until 6 in the morning painting sports bras kinda threw off my sleep schedule tho.
sunday i convinced my dad to let me drive by myself somehow. as soon as i got in the car "my humps" came on and i flipped out and almost crashed...not a good way to start off the drive, but hey, whatever. then spa din, which brock attended and everyone approved, so mad props to him. then off to transporter 2, which was just about the biggest waste of $6.50 on the planet.
monday i went to the moon and got these really cool rocks. i only got enough for 20 people, so start placing bids now (starts at 75 cents).
tuesday was wesleyan....barfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff. peeing in the woods is very nerve racking. after the race towey was being a lollygagger (mom's word) and so i started crying.
today i convinced myself i had leukemia. it was very scary and i started crying. some retard brought in 9 inch nails to listen to in art and i started crying again. almost cried in ap because mrs smith was being gay. almost cried in 5th because of sheer boredom, but then math made up for it because i got to wear my sweats around class while trying to convince mr dimsdale to be our sponsor for wall ball club. anyone who wants to join just contact me, michelle osborn, or courtney mclane. it's gonna be tizzight. our shirts are gonna say "balls to the wall"...HECK YES!

i also got to skip 3rd for the "GHP Meeting" and ended up walking around the school with cassidy and grafiti-ing grandaddy dan's board. bwahahaha...he won't know what hit him.
i'm really torn about ghp...obviously i'm not gonna do it for geometry, because i hate math, but i really love biology, and it seems like a waste not to do it. but on the other hand, valdosta is my least favorite city in the state, and i'd miss a lot of running...advice would be much appreciated.
how about a picture of the easter bunny about to eat a poor, helpless puppy? yeah ok.

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| - Careful *makes me want to lay in a field of straw glass...er...grass*
my way rad co-president says update so... i guess i will.
as far as school goes:
sumpter is jarring. smith is condescending. toda is desperate. ramey loves sunflowers. santoianni is a moron. dimsdale is "cool beans" (ha).
this morning i finally figured out that jacob robertson was not in ANY of my classes for the first time in four years. i celebrated while anne lamented about his presence in her ap class...we then proceded to make fun of him. too bad we forgot he was in our homeroom and SITTING RIGHT BEHIND US. crap. i always do that. i should learn to look around before i talk about someone...or maybe i should talking behind people's backs period.
did anyone else think that the old world encounters test was not as hard as mrs. smith made it out to be, and that they may have made a B or maybe even an A on it?
dimsdale said "cool" nine times today... a little much for a 40 minute time frame, i would like to think.
something i learned today: grapes don't float.
also, apparently a giant block of wax is a sufficient teaching device for a gifted chemistry class...yeah ok.
AND, throwing water bottles while screaming "I AM KARATE LINCOLN" is not permissible, even after school hours. oh well, at least we only got a scolding because of it. marlee deserved it anyways...who throws things at people when their backs are turned?!
my mom has decided to take a "hip hop for ordinary people" class...i swear, my family is SO weird. i'm seriously the normal one...and that's really saing something right thurr.
a. mil, i'm bringing your shoes tomorrow!
how about a picture of a woman who is way too happy to be in a painting of star wars? yeah, ok.

---EDIT---
new dimsdale "cool count" record: 19.
and yes, that's in one class period. the man is insane. or lightning fast (because he's a calculator)...either way. | | |
| so i'm back...myrtle was amazing, to say the very least. i had the most fun i've had all summer, and possibly even the most fun i've ever had at the beach.
highlights would most likely be: + being that crazy kid a. mil's slave + performing the oscar mayer song en espanol + ghetto white dancing, especially the chicken dance + rox's dancing//spaz attack//potassium pain at caraba's + me offering to kick someone's ass for a. mil and megan's subsequent food spewing + you call that makeup?! i call it.......something else! + what's up, what's up, YOU really SUCK! + the dragon//molly show (come wash the dishes! i can't, my show starts in 5!) + belting out MCS and FOB songs at the beach with HO! while people stared in amazement//envy at our skills + dog piling sarah on her couch + a. mil freaking out over that stupid crab that bit her + hXc volleyball + the giant spoon + I'M LOST AT SEA! + SPAKIIIIN! ...wait...what? + i like ex lax...momma does too + the gallon challenge... chug it like a man! + sam's dance off at the attic = most amazing moment of my life + your mom jokes every three seconds + being voted the most polite//helpful slave (hell yeah!) + dani being freakishly excited about the prospect of me beating the shit out of a certain someone at the ring of death...who woulda thought?! + frolicking on the tennis courts in the sky with reub + showering, washing your hair, deoderant...its all SO overrated
yeah so many more, i'll probably add on later (along with pictures).
today kenzie got a new bokbag. she named it earl.... i swear that kid is the strangest kid i've ever met.
i've missed everyone...i'll get around to that song list eventually (i bet you guys forgot about it!)
anyone interested in invading crews on thursday?
oh, and how about a picture of what unicorns mean to me? yeah, ok.

-----SCHEDULE-----
2D Design - Sumpter AP World History - Smith Latin I - Toda Honors LA - Ramey Gifted Chem - Santoianni Alg II Gifted - Dimsdale
1st Lunch
anyone? anyone?
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HAPPY HARRY POTTER DAY!!!! YEAH!
this year is the first time in like...4 years i haven't gone out early to get the new book. i just don't have time to read it... i've only read two of my ap books (no essays whatsoever), and i haven't even started my language arts OR my algebra II. come to think of it...has anyone actually done ANY of that shit?
oh, and just in case you were confused, i'm not going to europe anymore... . my grandpa got sick, and then my cousins got afraid of terrorists, so no one would take me anymore. sad. oh well, it gives me a whole extra week of running before myrtle.
which, speaking of myrtle, i have payed off all but $5 of it. aren't you proud of me? yeah, you know you are.
this morning we were supposed to run at the mountain, but towey came and was like "hey guys, some lady just got shot at stone mountain...do you still want to go?" heh...no. we made up a new course instead called teddy roosevelt (TR for short) in honor of the shitzu named Teddy Roosevelt that we met on Dogwood Road. awesome.
uhhh...i'm really starting to miss people. and i finally got a photobucket account. so the following pictures are the combination of the two.
anyways, i miss:
rox (with that crazy kid a. mil and marlee...and me). she comes back from brevard today!

t-unit, the most amazingly gangster person i've ever met. notice the posters in the back. ugh...california is really far away 

anne marie pazinets, who i have not seen in....3 months?

dana and her mockernut hickory

e to the mily! not sure what she's doing here but...whatever.

the side ponytail gang (fo rizzle)

rrrrrrrosa...stuh-pehd! i don't really like this picture of her, but her facial expression is amazing, so i used it anyways.

samantha owens, aka your favorite thrift store dress tryer-oner.

thomas. yes, you read that right, i miss thomas...but only a little bit. ha.

anna and rosie...what studs. lskdfjskldj timber tape 

but there's so many other people that i miss who i don't have pictures of ...meg and her pants loving self, michelle and her cuban skills, natalie and her christianity lectures (yea, i really do miss them!), coco and her incredulous faces she makes at mrs case, b-ridge, the coolest baby mama out there, lauren dallASS and her potty//poker//desiree at dusk skills, lindsay mushett, the best pencil rescuer i know...the list goes on and on. ugh. at least it gives me a reason to look forward to school...not.
oh, and just so you know:
August 26- Give Joel Vincent Monster Energy Drinks Because He Is So Kickass Day

who WOULDN'T want to give him energy drinks?
---EDIT---
new layout//profile picture...
do we like?
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uhh...i'm at my dad's until sunday, and then i'm leaving for myrtle beach ( ) for a week with xc. excellent.
telephones work both ways guys, so call me... but only after 9 or on the weekends, because my mom gets pissed when i go over my minutes, haha. it won't "interrupt my vacation" as some people might think, i love hearing from ya'll. well, most of you anyways.
after that a week and then school...what? 
does any one else feel like summer flew by?
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| *the reggae singing, beat boxing hasidic jew from white plains, ny...not even joking*
i just spent a glorious two and a half hours outside...tanning,reading, and listening to music...perfect temperature with a light breeze. at one point i just put my book down and soaked it all in...that one moment of sheer joy is the happiest i've been in a long, long time. i may have a fucked up family and destroyed most of my relationships with my friends, but i've decided that things could most definetly be much, much worse. i'm tired of feeling sorry for myself.
this level of introspective...ness (which, by the way, is most definetly a word) usually pops up around december...no clue why it's hanging out in july. weird stuff.
my joy was also increased by singing "bitches ain't shit" at the top of my lungs from my deck... "BITCHES CANT HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANG WITH THE STREETS". i bet my neighbors LOVED that.
last night i heard people laughing and cohorting and such, and i was so tired that i convinced myself that we had ghosts. not cool. i figured out this morning that it was my neighbors on their deck, which is about 50 feet from my window. gosh. paranoid is my middle name.
watermelons are haunting me. everywhere i go...they're there. ah.
samantha has now inspired me to somehow acquire a tapeworm stuffed animal. how that will happen, i'm not sure. we'll see.
being indecisive kinda sucks...
time trial tomorrow = the death of me.
a picture of someone playing accordian for a dancing goat? yeah, ok.

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