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Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Tue, 25 Nov 2008 20:54:38 GMT

I got my license. =) About fricken' time.

The Unthinkable

Fri, 07 Nov 2008 01:44:29 GMT

Today, Jon and I are going to Streetsboro to get his hair cut... shorter. I may be more nervous than he is, and I can't guarantee no tears.

For those of you who don't know, Mr. Adkins is asking the boys with longish hair to get it cut short before Grand Nationals next weekend. Well, he said "by Monday." And since Jon is the only remaining boy who actually has to put his hair up, you can only imagine that he was Adkins' first target. So, Jon asked me to figure something out so that he won't look totally fugly, but I'm afraid it's impossible, since he just has the weirdest head EVER.

He's picking me up at five thirty.

I'll let you know how it goes. Complete with before and after shots!

EDIT 9:45pm:

The haircut? Not a disaster. I (and everyone else but Hannah, who immediately said, "Jon, you look weird!") think it looks really great, actually. During the fifteen minute wait, we went to Pet Supplies Plus and looked at all the cute little animals, then I texted like a mofo while he was getting it done because I simply couldn't watch.

And, because I promised...

Before:

After:

In other news, my parents seem to honest-to-God like him, which is much more than I can say about the other two boyfriends I have had (no offense or anything). And for what it's worth, I love his family a lot, but I shouldn't assume on the other end of things.

I am taking my driving test tomorrow, and I'm a little hesitant to post that on here for fear that I'm going to fail. And unfortunately, if I do, I won't be able to take it a week later, because I'll be in Indianapolis. Fancy that. If I do fail, I'll be able to dance all the sadness away at the middle school dance. I plan to get my groove thang on. For sure.

Mom found a bat in our basement yesterday. Then my dad killed it with a broom.

I'm happy again, and pretty excited about the trip next weekend, though not so much about the performance itself. I don't know, I'm really over marching band at this point. The music, the people, all of it. I'm looking forward to Wind Ensemble a lot. I sat in on the winds' rehearsal yesterday, and let me just say that you all sound awesome. I was especially impressed by the clarinets, and Ike. Good stuff.

-What happens if a car comes?
-We die.

Friday, October 31, 2008

Fri, 31 Oct 2008 00:33:53 GMT

You're a part time lover and a full time friend
The monkey on your back is the latest trend
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

I kiss you on the brain in the shadow of a train
I kiss you all starry eyed, my body's swinging from side to side
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

Here is the church and here is the steeple
We sure are cute for two ugly people
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

The pebbles forgive me, the trees forgive me
So why can't, you forgive me?
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

I will find my nitch in your car
With my MP3, DVD, rumple-packed guitar
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

Du du du du du du dudu
Du du du du du du dudu
Du du du du du du dudu du

Up up down down left right left right B A start
Just because we use cheats doesn't mean we're not smart
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

You are always trying to keep it real
I'm in love with how you feel
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

We both have shiny happy fits of rage
You want more fans, I want more stage
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

Don Quijote was a steel driving man
My name is Adam I'm your biggest fan
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

Squinched up your face and did a dance
You shook a little turd out of the bottom of your pants
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

Du du du du du du dudu
Du du du du du du dudu
Du du du du du du dudu du
But you

I'm feeling a photoblog

Tue, 28 Oct 2008 01:21:47 GMT

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Sun, 12 Oct 2008 01:51:46 GMT

Times change. Things change. I'm loving this.

This is the first day of my life.
I'm glad I didn't die before I met you.

In a nutshell...

Sat, 06 Sep 2008 03:04:03 GMT

School is back in full swing again. I am loving Tri-C a lot, a teacher's aide for Ms. Scott, Mr. DelCalzo is pretty much a badass, I still regret not joining choir last year, HAM will probably get harder, band is going alright, AP Music Theory could be a little better in some ways, and I don't remember a word of Spanish. The only time I'm ever home is to sleep at night and get ready at 6am. As of now, I'm not a great tennis player, and I think that fact stresses me out more than anything. I saw somebody unepected at Circle K on Tuesday, and I was shaking the whole time. Apparently we're friends again, but I'm not getting my hopes up about it staying that way. Lately I've been jealous of everything, and it's not fair. Specifically two people, but I don't know exactly which one I'm more jealous of. Jeff Guido is officially my Homecoming date, but since neither of us have intentions (haha), I'm not bothering to buy a new dress. Planning to wear the one from freshman year. I haven't been working nearly as much as I'd like to, but that will change next month, hopefully. I'm really looking forward to Matrix auditions, and maybe finally playing next to some truly talented people. In general, I'm not happy, I only wish I knew why. The time I do have to spend, I've been spending with my family. Alannah is getting to be HUGE, and Allison's puppy is a cute little shithead. It's terrifying to be completely out of control of every situation you find yourself in. And I'm tired of saving the day for my friends over and over and not getting anything back. We still don't have percussion shirts. It's really nice to have Phil to talk to every day, to keep me semi-sane. I'm a stupid, stupid woman.

How many times can I break till I shatter?

Mon, 11 Aug 2008 02:22:51 GMT

Who's counting? :] I'm not.

Sunday, August 03, 2008

Sun, 03 Aug 2008 02:30:44 GMT

Thanks to a certain Jeffrey Guido, I have a new nickname, as of tonight: Chode Girl. Thank you, Jeffrey Guido. :)

It's nice to be back at work, as you can tell. Haha.

So, once October rolls around, I'll never see you again. So why am I still trying to bother with you right now? I feel so stupid.

Band camp was a very good week, and a very bad one. I have nothing to say about it. Wednesday is a curse.

You sit there in your heartache
Waiting on some beautiful boy to
To save you from your old ways
You play forgiveness
Watch it now here he comes

He doesn't look a thing like Jesus
But he talks like a gentleman
Like you imagined when you were young
When you were young

Saturday, June 28, 2008

Sat, 28 Jun 2008 03:12:56 GMT

I am proud of him. I really am. I'm glad he is living his dream. But I'm even happier that he decided to leave me out of it. I realize now that I just would have held him back, and as much as I want to "just be the one who keeps him out of trouble," I know there's no way in anything but Hollywood that something even remotely close to that can truly happen.

Have fun. I know you will. Don't kill yourself. I wish I could have really known you.

I think I'm finally okay with it all. I am back on track with reality. Maybe. For now.

My life has taken more than one strange turn so far this summer. I've noticed that I go through phases. Right now it seems to be the--

Ready for this?

-- "staying up until three, watching Seinfeld, practicing mallets, working at Dairy Queen, running with Stasia, reading Science Fiction, obsessively texting, and trying for friends" phase. That'd be my life right there.

Speaking of Dairy Queen, I really love it there. It's the laziest job in the world, but I can easily admit that in my month of working there so far, I've already experienced some of the best memories.

I am waiting for band and tennis to start. I need a reason to not stay up until three.

Hey there Delilah
You be good and don't you miss me
Two more years and you'll be done with school
And I'll be making history like I do
You'll know it's all because of you

Sunday, June 08, 2008

Sun, 08 Jun 2008 01:15:22 GMT

Am I really that undesirable as a friend, even?

You left me without any self-esteem.

I just want to know how you've been
It don't make me feel bad that we're still friends
Mulling it all over in my bed
I hope that you see through your picket
I hope that you see through your big yard and white picket fence
To make amends
And still be friends