date: december 12, 2000
time: 12:22 a.m.
listening to: so this is christmas by john lennon
talking to: nevia and brooke
feeling: tired but HAPPY!
wearing: blue jeans and '97 hanson compass shirt
YES! we have no school tomorrow! *dances around* first snow day, woooo!! could be because we're having a fucking blizzard. we've already got about 10 or so inches and expecting up to 14 by morning. *cackle* so they called off school. they let us out early. what a goddamn trip.
jack drives me home now, cause she got her car back... we get halfway to richmond and she decides to call her mom to let her know that we're okay and stuff. and her mom tells her to come back home cause her brother needs the truck to drive to work in. by the time we get home, her brother calls in sick and we just go all the way back. lmao. but we made jackie's mom drive. and the whole time she told me about how she's glad my mom left and how my dad's stupid. oh, it was funny.
i got my moe ten today. *claps* sessy cover. and state theatre is on the inside cover! the whole page. buhahahaha. oh yeahhhhh.
so i'm all happy cause margo told me we had a snow day, and i have like NO homework, besides reading a chapter in this homo book for college writing, to do... so i get a TRUE free day. let's just all pray the power doesn't go out.
aww, i like this song. "all i want for christmas is you" by mariah carey. yummy christmas mood. i downloaded a bunch of christmas songs yesterday. i hope my mom gets our tree soon, i feel like a homo without a christmas tree.
nicole is basically calling me stupid cause i didn't know what some french phrase was. she's had seven goddamn years of it. i've had two and a half months. but "people who dont know french could get it." thankkkks.
let's see. what's happened. oh yeah, i almost had a FUCKING HEART ATTACK last monday. my mom made me take her shitty zoloft. so i followed the directions on the bottle. two (50 mgs) at night. well, it turns out she just had the doctor write that so she could get twice as many and not have to pay as much for it... so on monday i woke up, my heart was like, beating through my chest and i was shaking a whole bunch... ALL DAY, people. all day. not until like seven did it wear off. it sucked. i thought i was going to have a heartattack. my mom's homo like that.
homo is my new favorite word, in case you haven't noticed.
what else what else... i finally got my first science test/project finished. THANK FUCKING GOD. those things are bitches. the next ones are even harder. gag me.
i decided i'm not paying 300 dollars for our ugly choir dresses and mrs. taylor can kiss my fat ass. i'm like, "you picked out the 300 dollar dresses, you can pay for them." seriously. i get to wear it twice, and have to return it to the school? and yet still pay for it? can i get a hell no? i'm a senior, damnit, she can pay for our dresses. plus, we look like overweight barbies and i assure you, NO ONE looks good in these dresses. they're all shimmery and sparkley and gaggy and powder blue and sleeveless and i feel like i'm fucking naked when i wear them. ewww. they suck. and now she won't let us wear jewelry! :( ugh. she makes us focus so much on the dancing aspect, that our singing is beginning to lack very very much. fuck, 90 percent of us don't know our notes! jeebus. and i just KNOW she's going to ream us out after the concert for it. slutbag. it's her own damn fault. so she can go suck a monkey.
i was watching the john lennon behind the music and started crying. :*( it's so sad. me <3's john lennon. but like i said to the dae, it's odd how we can mourn someone so much who's life we weren't even around to see, you know? and if john lennon weren't around, if the beatles weren't around - music would suck SO MUCH. so much. because EVERYONE was influenced by the beatles. so. it's sad. and i saw the interview that barbara walters did with his killer, and she was asking all these homo questions and i'm just like, thinking... that if i were interviewing him, i'd be asking things like, "so how does it feel to have gunned down the world's greatest singer-songwriter?" and "you DO know you're fucking crazy, right?" god, i hate that man. a part of me wants the government to let him out so that he can have his stupid ass shot hours after he's a free man. but that'd be too easy. way too easy.
i'm writing this for nevie, cause she says i never update, so i've got to be un-lazy for once. :D
pfft, enough ranting. this is fucking long.