smush.

4:18pm: Terrified of telephones and shopping malls and knives, and drowning in the pools of other lives.

8:41pm: ...
my roommate is breathing loudly.

10:50pm: Oh man
Kitty Halftime Show ROCKED.

1:11pm: LOOK AN EGG


I CAN'T WAIT.

11:53pm: ahhhhh
earthquake

5:42pm: pet peeve
I don't like it when my dad just stands in my room reading his fax.

he's doing it right now


........


kay he left ^______^

4:01pm: the mall, and stuff.
It's been hot lately. The past two days, actually. Yesterday I rode around on my bike again. Technically it's my brother's, but he doesn't use it. I went down Main and up Hilltop, and there were some firetrucks around house. An older lady and a couple other men were sitting down and the lady said, "Oh, that's just our house burning down!" She seemed very jolly for a woman whose house was burning. I thought about going up to the school, see how the construction is going, but decided against it and went down Orange. Downhill for awhile, whee whee, then uphill, oh no. I mostly pushed my bike. I'm lazy. After awhile it went turned into a downwards incline (that's a smart way to say "downhill." I think.) and whee wheee then I went up up Melrose, but turned and went towards my old elementary school. I'm going to go help there soon. Then, down Melrose again, and home. I think my back wheel is flattening. Pooey.

That was pretty long and not very interesting.

Today my mom and I went to the mall, she needed a dress for a wedding they're going to tonight. I got some stuff. And then we went to Bed Bath & Beyond, where I finally learned what a wedding registry was. It's a pretty good idea! Although it seems weird to tell people what to buy you, but it's easier. We got her a can opener!

I couldn't sleep last night. That's been happening a lot lately. It's really annoying. And speaking of this, you know what I dislike? When people flaunt the fact that they're an insomniac. Telling your friends about it or saying "Man, I'm tired, it sucks having insomnia," that's ok. But to mention it in the "About Me" section on your Myspace, no. Lame.

11:59pm: ok. now I have a piece of wood holding up the broken part.

who wants to test it out?

WINK WINK

10:58pm: not fat i swear
I got onto my bed right now, and it made a noise. It's been breaking for awhile, where the side connects to one of the legs, but it's broken now :( Still usable, I guess. I believe I've had this bed since I was very young, maybe it was my first bed after I stopped using a crib.

I weep.

Went back to the dentist a couple days ago to get those fillings. Fuck that was a bitch. All the fingers and horrible instruments in my mouth, drilling in the teeth, numbness.

Maybe I should take better care of my teeth?


NO. BLAME = PUT ON OTHER PEOPLE.

12:17am:

12:17am:

10:38pm: something witty
Ummmmm...............
I did nothing today. I can't be productive when my parents are home, especially since they usually have a TV on and my biggest pet peeve is when I can hear the TV or music from somewhere else. You know, that muffled sound. If the TV downstairs is loud enough, I can feel it vibrating on my floor. Judge Judy is especially loud for some reason. Seriously. But it's not like I have much to do. Start some stuff for scholarships, read, and write an essay about Tolstoy are all I have to do, really. I've thought about writing something, but I'm not a good writer. If I do start, I think it's OK, but then I realize it's horrible. Unless I'm just telling myself that for some reason? Something unconcious?

Hey, my mom's TV is off. SILENCE. It's beautiful.

So I downloaded this album by Orchid and the last song sounds exactly like a song I've heard before, maybe by City of Caterpillar? I'm way confused. I'll have to go search my music.

I was watching Extreme House Makeover show, whatever it's called, and it made me cry. Stupid needy and inspiring families.

11:46pm: myspace bulletins pt. 2
So I posted a bulletin that mocks those other Jesus ones. I hope the joke doesn't get lost, because it already got reposted by someone who frequently posts those other ones. Maybe she just knows how to laugh at herself. Hell, I barely know her, she says we were best friends in 6th grade. I never responded to her message about that.

Am I a bad person? maybe jesus can help.

11:15pm: myspace bulletins
My mom stayed home from work today because she's sick. She didn't even say anything to me until, like, 4. Years from now, I'm going to use this as an excuse for something.

Has anyone ever opened one of those Jesus Myspace bulletins? Where the person posts a title like "BEYONCE DIED IN CAR CRASH" and inside it says "if this post wuz about jesus u wouldnt have opened it huh U NEED JESUS IN YOUR LIFE REPOST OR ELSE."

It's weird when people I know make retarded postings like this. Internet personalities and real-life personalities can be way different. Hell, just look at me.

i don't think I've made a profound discovery here.

9:58pm: Today my brother and I had to go to the dentist. I hate the dentist. My mom told me the appointment was at 3:00, but my dad said to be ready by 3:30, so I thought the time was probably changed. A little after 3:00, it turns out my dad wasn't really sure what time it was. Nice one. When we got there, the receptionist didn't say anything, so I guess it didn't really matter. Home Alone 2 was playing in the waiting room. My brother went in first, then I went. I got x-rays, then sat around for awhile, and then the dentist came to poke around with that horrible pointy tool. The scraping, ugggh, the scraping, the poking. He talked to my dad about the surgery I'll probably have to get on my jaw. Then he cleaned my teeth with this stuff, and we left. I have a lot of cavities. I have an appointment next week again to get them filled or whatever. :( It's my fault though, but I'd rather just be sad about it.

I was looking at the spam folder in my e-mail and saw something called "Re: anarchic, crackers and cheese." I know it probably wasn't a good idea to open it, but with a title like that... I couldn't resist. Spammers really need to get more creative; everyone has already figured out that "Re: why didn't you call me last night?" from some random e-mail is not real. Anyway, "Re: anarchic, cheese and crackers" was about stocks and some company, but it had this at the bottom, and I just have to save this somewhere.
( Becky was at sib when that happened bridget )

It's kinda creepy. I bet it means something. Looks like we've got a mystery on our hands, guys. I'll meet you in the Clue Mobile at midnight.

1:51pm: ind. day
Contrary to the last entry, we did do something yesterday. We went to my uncle's house in Temecula, which a little over an hour away. I didn't want to go at first... I was tired and didn't want to have to drive allll the way over there. But we went. The regular people from my mom's family were there but when we arrived, the adults had gone to some winerys (wineries?) nearby. My parents left and the kids played in the pool. I haven't been in a pool in awhile... We ate and chatted and blah blah came home. Go America, I guess.

I'm now awaited my IB and AP test scores. IB goes online tomorrow and AP should be coming in the mail.

And my journal is going public now because the person I was keeping in private from probably doesn't bother anymore.

11:01pm: neat.

You are 'programming in QBASIC'. This programming
language (of which the acronym stands for
'Quick Beginners' All-purpose Symbolic
Instruction Code'), which is so primitive that
it cannot easily be used for any purpose
involving the Internet nor even sound, was
current more than a decade ago.

You are independent, in a good way. When something
which you need cannot be found, you make it
yourself. In writing and in talking with
people, you value clarity and precision; your
friends may not realize how important that is.
When necessary, you are prepared to be a
mediator in conflicts between your friends.
You are very rational, and you think of things
in terms of logic and common sense.
Unfortunately, your emotionally unstable
friends may be put off by your devotion to
logic; they may even accuse you of pedantry and
insensitivity. Your problem is that
programming in QBASIC has been obsolete for a
long time.


What obsolete skill are you?
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7:39pm: hey
So today we had a match for Academic League, and the Varsity match is going to be shown on some local TV channel. During 4th period a few of us went to the library to set up and the TV cameras and stuff were there. We played volleybag, which is volleyball played with a rolled up plastic bag. We deemed it our good luck ritual.

After lunch we had our match. We played Mar Vista, and beat them. It was a close game. Gasp. Then the Varsity had their game and we weren't sure how they would do, since they haven't won a game all season. They finally won today, and thus saving our school's already awful reputation.

Today was a good day, the best I've had in awhile.

The new Britney Spears video was shown yesterday for the song "Everytime". It is awesome-tastic.

6:48pm: ...And I'll teach myself to flyyy
I went to the beach today with my mom. It was hot here, but cooler at the beach. I just sat there and listened to The Weakerthans. I'm feeling sick right now. Bleh. I also have 2 paragraphs for the essay I have to do for World History. It's not due until we get back, which is in two weeks, but I decided not to procrastinate. AREN'T I AWESOME?!

Yes. I am.

And now, because I'm bored, here are MP3 from a band called Goodbye, Blue Monday. I've been listening to them a lot.

Living Is Easy
Christian Rock Anthem

11:24pm: :(
This journal now has to be friends only, which is pointless because I have few friends on this thing. Comment here or e-mail me or whatever and I'll add you, because I <3 you Internet people and I'll totally let all of you read my spooky deep dark secrets. AND THEY'RE REALLY DEEP AND DARK.



WELL, NOT REALLY THAT DEEP AND DARK.


Mr. Taco says sorry.

10:50pm: -10
Today was utterly useless because I did bascially nothing worthwhile in any of my classes. There was a lame pep assembly for Spring sports, and they cheered on various people and hoochie mamas danced to Lil' John (YEAH!!! WHAT!?). But two very funny things happened today:

In English there is a girl named Crystal who is odd and no one really likes. She wasn't here today and there was a guy sitting in her seat. The guy is a social, which is a Mexican preppy. (I hate socials) Walter says to me, "Hey, Crystal did her hair different today". Funny, yes, but then Jose says "She's finally got that feminine touch" and I guess you had to be there to really appreciate it.

And then at lunch Rosa told Gilliane, "You can't tell a lie, you don't know how to lie. Tell me a lie right now" and Gilliane responds with "You're pretty". Because I am an awful person, I laughed and just buried my head in my hands.

Besides those incidents, the day was crappy and I should have just stayed home. I went to my Grandma's house for dinner and just hanged out with my brother and cousin. My grandpa made me run a mile on his new treadmill at 5 mph. My legs hurt.

Oh, and today I found the most emo lyric ever:
"So take this razor, sign your name across my wrists/so everyone will know who left me like this"

I think it almost surpasses that Thursday lyric about "If you slit my throat, with my last gasping breath I would apologize for bleeding on your shirt". Something like that.

8:03pm: Oh well.
Today twas our festival, ooooh. We were supposed to go to the band room at lunch, but I went with my friends for a bit and then went to the band room. Everyone was at the buses already and the director threw his hands up in relief when he saw me. Apparently I had frightened him, but I just had to arrive fashionably late.

I went down to the buses and was greeted by Sergio, who has been asking me to marry him for about a year. We sat together on the bus and off we went to Eastlake. He continued to ask me weird things and said some lame pick-up lines.

Then we arrived at Eastlake and just hanged out for awhile. We watched other groups perform, including our orchestra. They are quite bad, but our orchestra was revived just this year, so I guess it's OK. They didn't get a rating. The ratings for festival are:

Superior
Excellent
Good
Fair
Poor

...And then we just some more nothing and Sergio continued to call me his wife and Raymond ran off with me... People are odd.

And then we had to go to the warm-up room. And in the warm-up room... We warmed-up.

And then, finally, out on stage. Three months of work for this moment. When we watched other bands, the lights are shining on them and they look very bright. However, when you're onstage and the lights are shining on you, the audience is very dark, almost pitch black. I guess this has no real significance, but I just felt like mentioning it.

And so, we played two songs: Cajun Folk Songs and Scenes from the Louvre. The girl announcing us pronounced both of the names wrong.

Cajun Folk Songs is fairly cheesy, but an OK song.

Scenes from the Louvre is a more classical song, and has 5 movements. It's also a difficult song, and a few key moments for me. I did decent, thank Jeebus.

So, we finished our songs. Mr. Palumbo was getting really into directing the songs and was sweaty and honestly it's a wonderful thing to see.

We went to sight reading, which is where we play a song we haven't seen before and get judged on it. I think we did alright there.

So we get out feelin' all relieved, and our rating has been written on the board outside.

We got a fair. A unanimous fair, which means all 3 judges gave us that. I don't care, I think we did OK, and so does Mr. Palumbo. The band was buzzing with disatisfaction. Apparently the judges thought we shouldn't have played Scenes from the Louvre, because it's too difficult. They would probably rather have us play some lame Swearingen song.

Then we arrived home, and I'm tired.

DA END OF LONG ENTRY.

10:00pm: Boom Chikk
Tomorrow is Thursday. omg. Tomorrow, for band, we're going to festival. Basically, we've been working on two songs for months and we're going to perform and be judged on them. All that work, and we perform 15-20 minutes. I play the French horn, and I have some fairly important parts in it. I do hope I don't mess up, or something.

Today, I was supposed to go to Academic League match. Academic League is like Jeopardy, except we play in teams against other schools. I didn't go. Oh well.

And LASTLY, I must mention that I have an odd infatuation with Britney Spears, and her next video is going to be for a song called "Everytime" (a great song) and she'll commit suicide in it. How much cooler can ya get?? Eh?

Goodness, my life is boring.

7:21pm: Hot.
It was hot today. According to Yahoo!'s handy weather thingy, today's high temperature was 85 degrees. Nothing much happened. Sylvia said a girl looked like Gollum. Laughter ensued; we are mean. In English we finally finished A Lesson Before Dying.

...I almost typed "As I Lay Dying" instead of "A Lesson Before Dying"

FUN FACT.

As I Lay Dying is a lame metalcore band.

Oh, and I got my order from No Idea! Records. They didn't have the Operation: Cliff Clavin CD or the This Is My Fist! 7". Sadness, but I did receive the Against Me 7".

That's enough rambling for today.

7:59pm: Sunny like Sunday
Today, we went to da beach. I went with my parents, and it was hot and sunny there. Thank goodness for living in San Diego. I brought my CD player and listened to The Microphones. Listening to The Microphones at the beach is very nice.

So far all my sentences look like they were written by a third grader.

THINGS I SAW AT THE BEACH:
- Little boy with a funny hat running around in circles
- Lifeguard having to go get little kids because they didn't listen to him when he told them to move
- Fat people
- Old people
- The sun
- Little jumping bug
- My legs in public for the first time in many months. I don't wear shorts often

Then we came home and I did nothing. I'm downloading music by a band called Muse, they seem good.

Oh, and last night I wrote a poem. I was inspired to write it after seeming some (lame) poetry a friend of mine wrote.

PRESSURE

Today I woke up
And everything was dark
And I felt a pain
On top of my heart
And I couldn't get up
Couldn't get out of bed
There was a huge pressure on top of my head

So I just laid there
And started to wonder
Why it's so hard to get out of this slumber
What's the point of getting out of bed?
When there's constantly pressure on top of my head
Choking me, choking me, oh God I can't breathe!
I started to scream, "Just let me be!"

I struggled and struggled, not wanting to die
I saw a white light flash before my eyes
Goodbye world, goodbye pointless strife
The pressure of the world will take my life
I thought my last few moments would be in that bed
Then I realized it was just an elephant sitting on my head

I consider myself the literary genius of this generation. Agree?
No. Of course not.