date: january 13, 2001
time: 11:33 a.m.
listening to: mouth by merril bainbridge
talking to: nevie
feeling: rested?
wearing: red and grey plaid pajama pants, green michigan state shirt
lol, this song is so old. i downloaded it last night. it kicked my ass back then, and it still does, damnit.
oh my god. i called chrissy yesterday. i've been really good friends with her for a while, and i've finally gotten a phonecard to call her with... it was so cool. we like, giggled, the entire time. lol. but it gave me fuzzies, yum.
i'm going to chelsea's tonight... which means i'm going to miss a dae chat, sob sob. but s'okay. most of the girls from the radio station are going, so it'll be lots of fun. i'm bringing the rest of my pink hair dye to do chelsea's tips, if her mommy lets me. speaking of, i need to get some turquoise dye... i'm doing it for the moffatt concert in kitchener on the 28th. icannotwait.
tommy marcath is so fucking cute, oh my god. and so help me god, if anyone i know at school somehow stumbles across this, and you tease me or tell him, i will slit your throat. i jest not. don't you dare mention this to me, or you will be hurt. anyway. he reminds me of zac hanson... lol, he's puffy like zac used to be. and he's just CUTE AHH. i shouldn't like him, he's leaning towards the hick crowd who i hate, but ugh. lol. he's in my psych class. blah. i heard his girlfriend is pregnant. but it had to be a rumour, cause they've only been going out for like, a week. blah. she's in ninth grade. so. but they were calling him daddy and saying things like "i have a cigar, congratulations", and i was like what the fuck. so yeah.
lol oh my god, i am so anal, dude. yesterday while talking to chrissy i noticed that my keyboard was sorta dirty, so i popped a key off (i saw mrs. buszek do it one day in science), and it was DISGUSTING. due to all the stuff i spill on it. so what did i do? i popped all the keys off and cleaned it with a qtip and windex. lmao. yeah, i'm obsessive. i know this well.
DWAYNE came over last night. blah. and my mom was being such a fucking bitch, she kept yelling at me to get off the computer (i was doing homework)... and i know it was because they were going to go to bed, and there was no way she could sneak him up here without me seeing them. and the spare room (with the computer in it) is next to hers. so i about fucking vomitted all over. gah. i'm like, "shut the fuck up, god!!" blah. she is such a bitch to me when he's over. or ignores me completely. yeah, well fuck you too.
speaking of doing homework. i love the internet. i haven't done anything in my independent study in science in the past month. i'm supposed to be making up notes, dittos and tests for the freshman. then on exam day (friday), i turn in the binder with all my work in it. so, since i haven't done the whole other packet in about a month, i decided i'm going to do it this weekend, right? i kept putting off doing my research paper, so i took out the science instead to do, and came on the internet to see if i could find anything (last packet i couldn't). WELL WELL. i found EVERYTHING. all i had to do was COPY and PASTE. lmao, it was fucking glorious.
but i still have to write my stupid fucking research paper on anorexia for college writing. it's our exam too. i'm going to fail it - i have to write up a speech too, AND make a posterboard. yeah, and i have other exams to study for. apparently mrs. satan (aka mrs. bolone) doesn't understand that. and thinks she's soooo stressed. i'm like, "all you have to do is grade them, shut the fuck up." ugh. stupid lady.
okay, i have to go make up a test, and get ready to leave for chelsea's. sorry it took so long to update.