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Run, run, we ooohhh!

2006-08-16T15:29:00.000-05:00

Usually I'd write about school if I weren't so completely exhausted (or if our upstairs air conditioning wasn't on the fritz) but I suppose I can make an exception.

Probability & Statistics:
Did a portrait of Shane right-handed. That was special, even if he certainly had a lot to say about it after. Tch, everyone's a critic.

Biology 2:
This lady is crazy. A reading quiz today, one tomorrow, a Vocabulary test, another reading quiz, and a skeleton test all in the same week?! Not to mention I sit all the way up front with Katie and nearly snap my neck every time I look up to copy down all the notes she puts up on the overhead. It isn't so bad, though; we do our first lab Monday and that's really kind of exciting! (I'm a nerd, apparently.)

Yearbook:
Left one of my mixed CDs playing in the back room while Amber and I literally crossed the desert to trailer forty-eight to drop off some fliers I made for the Academy kids. The poor, poor yearbookers we'd left behind had to deal with whatever songs I wasn't there to skip over, ie., TestIcicles, He is Legend, and Circa Survive. Hahahaha.

Government:
Fell asleep again. I swear, I get to that class going strong, and then he goes and puts in some tape from the 2004 elections and I'm out like a light. Ashleigh got transferred to our class, but even if she sits centuries away I'm still happy as anything.

Parking Lot Party:
Willie split his boxers doing squats with Jeff today. They were trying to show off the elasticity of their jeans and I guess his boxers just give out on him. He ended up going home commando in the end. Too funny, too funny; Katie and I sung to Hoku again on the way home!

Tonight is, of course, the best night in television (at least, to me it is). So You Think You Can Dance?, Project Runway, and Adult Swim. Swoon, swoon!!!

I am completely exhausted (and running a fever).

2006-08-14T17:44:00.000-05:00

The last few days of summer have gone by sooo fast; I don't think it's going to ever really sink in that I'm a senior until graduation day, though I did feel very old walking the cramped school halls again. But, to recap, Wednesday was the Project Runway viewing party, Thursday was incredibly insane with Norma Jean and Unearth, and Friday was incredibly cute with The Films (hello, Ronettes cover!). Saturday was spent in Columbia to wish Arlene's friend Caleb farewell, and Sunday, the very last day of our very last summer as high school kids, couldn't have been any more perfect. Picnicking in Marion Square, then getting completely soaked through at the waterfront fountains.

What a perfect ending to a really nice summer. We sang "Perfect Day" by Hoku all the way home!

Straight as a corkscrew, as bright as the night.

2006-08-09T16:47:00.000-05:00

Now that I have finally mustered up enough motivation to key in my e-mail address over and over again into my cell phone (see: slow texter), I would like to introduce you to Seymour!

Discovered on the first day of yearbook camp on the patio of Darla, Jeanine, and my hotel room, he was a starved little cat and aptly named Seymour because he was found by the sea, and because of the fact that we would have really loved to see more of him. All scarring incidents aside (he had a clawing fit when Becca tried to pick him up -- twice), he was really the sweetest thing... and I don't even like cats, usually! We fed him water and wafers and leftovers of pizza, and nothing was better than coming back from a day of classes to find him waiting for us just outside the glass door. And did I mention he had the prettiest cat eyes we'd ever seen? Mint green with a splash of teal, we were just absolutely smitten.

Back in an Ed Harcourt phase.

2006-08-09T10:29:00.000-05:00

From Adverbs, by Daniel Handler:

"This is love, to sit with someone you've known forever in a place you've been meaning to go, and watching as their life happens to them until you stand up and it's time to go. You don't care about yours."

"No, when you love someone you spend hours and hours with them, and even the mightiest forces in the netherworld could not say whether the hours you spend increases your love or if you simply spend more hours with someone as your love increases."

"When do you learn that the world, like any diner worth its salt, is open twenty-four hours a day?"

"She was a prophetess, something from elsewhere, and this is part of love too. You must believe what is happening, every pronouncement the love is making, or you might as well go back to the diner and wait for someone who has forgotten you completely."

"He thought she knew what he meant, but the biggest mistake you can make is thinking they know what you mean. If you mean that you are also exhausted and feel dead in the park, and that you ache for a love to pull you to your feet and make you human again, then you must say so."

Travis Pastrana is my hero!

2006-08-08T11:47:00.000-05:00

Ryann and I are officially addicted to violence and gore thanks to a few hours of Mortal Kombat. She's really good at Sheeva (who actually scares the crap out of me):

Whereas I'm more of a Subzero sort of gal:

But after being completely obsessed with beating the ish out of each other, we mellowed out enough to eat some spaghetti and play a round of Scrabble at Emily's house.

We love the Barbie Cam! (And jello cake with Cool Whip, too.)

2006-08-03T16:23:00.000-05:00

Give me a chance, I promise I will come back.

2006-08-02T07:21:00.000-05:00

Got home from Brittany's house the other night and decided I wasn't quite ready to sleep just yet, so this was how I killed my time until midnight!

It's a mess and it's rough, but a part of me likes it?

This was a good movie. More about last night at Brittany's when Katie sends me the polaroids!

Oh, gosh, it's that time of the year again.

2006-08-01T10:05:00.000-05:00

First Semester:

(001) probability/stats - phillips, c
(002) biology 2 - worthy, m
(003) yearbook3h - addison, j
(004) first quarter american gov h - king, p
(004) second quarter economics h - eubanks, m

Second Semester:

(001) french 3h - stoney, l
(002) english 4 - oshinsky, l
(003) yearbook4h - addison, j
(004) psychology - fesler, h

It was weird being back in school again. They put the Stratford Core Values poster over one of our soda vending machines. Hahahaha, it was great.

In better news:

I don't have to take these darned pills anymore! Steroids, I believe. Anyway, they were the worst. They dissolved like a mother, so the only practical way of taking them was by drugging dollops of pudding and yogurt and swallowing them down as soon as the spoon hit the mouth. I'm getting loads better at taking medicine I think. Or else just a lot craftier!

Take me anywhere, I don't care if we sink!

2006-07-31T10:07:00.000-05:00

I miss having this for breakfast. It's one layer blueberry Eggo waffle, then strawberries and whipped cream on top, another layer of blueberry Eggo waffle, then strawberries and whipped cream on top, crafted with expertly fancy showmanship! Hands down the most genius thing I have ever come up with in the kitchen. It totally blows my Soft Batch cookie sandwiches right out of the water and puts my chocolate float to shame. Too bad Mom hasn't bought anything Eggoey since June! I should probably tell her to get on that.

We're leaving in a few minutes to visit the Summerville Target. The Paul & Joe line comes out on sale today! Pray I don't foam at the mouth and convince myself I need to buy everything. Oh, wait -- that's Arlene's problem. I'll just have to mediate and keep a leash handy. (Some of their stuff is really cute though.)

Well, I think that I'm bigger than the sound!

2006-07-30T06:39:00.000-05:00

It's gloomy outside! I am withering.

Yesterday at the kitchen table we all came to realize that Dad talks an awful lot. Doesn't shut up! Ever! If it's not about tomatoes and oxidation, he's either asking how his hair looks (he dyed all the white hairs black again) or if we approve of his new specs (thick-framed like Arlene and mine, we match!). It's really kind of fascinating, he'll talk to anyone or anything with a pulse I think; he even kept talking to me when I was doing my daily rinse of salt water, which means I had to keep spitting in the sink just so I could respond properly without having to flail around. Which I did anyway, because, honestly. It was getting ridiculous.

I have been awake for half an hour after sleeping at ten-thirty last night. Worst fears confirmed: I am a grandma. I have to take my pills in yogurt for crying out loud!

Really though, I haven't been able to sleep in since summer started. I wonder about myself sometimes. And, we probably should change Bob (Klaus Cousteau II)'s water, seeing as how we haven't done a proper change of it ever since his suicide attempt in Arlene's sink back in Columbia. We're both a bit scared to, to be honest. Well, Dad isn't, but he wanted to use the metal strainer in the kitchen to empty the vase out so he's not really allowed anywhere near Bob anymore. Unfortunately, this means Bob has been surviving under sub-par waters for roughly a month and a half now. It's gotten so bad that not even the new flakes I feed him with are dissolving anymore. They all sort of float along the surface now. Can't be good.

He does appear healthier, though.

Because I'm still trying to figure all of this out.

2006-07-29T14:32:00.000-05:00

Voila! A picture from Brittany's graduation party.

Veni, vidi, vici! One of me in Urban.

I am now, officially, a Blogspot pro.

I feel a little grown-up.

2006-07-29T13:51:00.000-05:00

I'm listening to "Consolation Prizes" by Phoenix and thinking that I really ought to open up the blinds behind my desk -- yes, desk! I have one now! -- to let the sunshine in. It's just that kind of song, you know? Too bad opening the blinds requires a bit more energy than I'm willing to expend, but the song's almost over anyway, so. No loss there.

Currently I am well on my way to recovery; I've just gotten all four of my wisdom teeth knocked out (or, rather, split in half and then dug out from my gums) and would you look at that? Day Three and I've been able to swallow down a biscuit with gravy and some ravioli, too! After the fiasco yesterday involving some incredibly ricey sushi -- which seemed a really good idea at first but in the end proved to be one of the most discomforting things to eat while nursing sore stitches, or suturing, as my sister so medically terms it -- I'd have to say that I'm glad to be moving on up. Last night in a fit of manic hunger I picked the leftover meat off of Arlene's spare ribs, which was probably an all-time low meal-wise for me, but this morning I was able to have some semblance of a brunch so I'm not nearly as crabby and ornery as I probably was two days ago. Thank God!

I still haven't gotten my permit and I realize I really need to work on that, but I've got far more important things to worry about. Like, okay, watching What Not to Wear totally convinced me to go the extra mile and get a stylized cut, but that's not the point here. What I really need to do is get through an estimated two hundred pages left of Wuthering Heights, pick back up on Jude the Obscure, and start Macbeth... all, of course, before August fourteenth. But, see, I live for this! This is procrastination at its finest. This is crunch time. "This is improv, this is Whose Line Is It Anyway?" (Michael Scott, The Office -- which, incidentally, I've spent all month watching the first season of on DVD.)

Not to mention I want to get through Sartre and Murakami before I get bogged down with AP English and yearbook duties, but that requires something I never seem to have enough of: money. I am hard-pressed for it! I'm finding that I have to do a lot of rationing if I am going to make it through August, what with all the shows going on and bands finally deciding to pay Charleston a visit. I am by all means hardcore po'. I'll have to cut back on the trips to Marble Slab and Starbucks, probably.

(... Nah.)

Also, I designed a shirt for Goodnight Moon, finally, and they liked it! So here was what I sent them:

And here is the finished product!