Taco tackled me during lunch. I think it was because I accidentally knocked her head against a tree, but I'm not sure. Her knee's still messed up so she had some difficultly actually knocking me down, but I lost my balance eventually.


Key Club tonight. w00t!

THE RABID BEASTS SWARMED THE SIGN UP TABLE AND I DON'T GET TO BE THE PANCAKE THIS YEAR!!!! AAAAAHHHH!!!! I'm so sad...seriously...I've been looking foward to this since last year...eeeeehhhhh....*cries*

We saw a UFO. We being me, Shreya, and Steph. Shreya and Steph saw it before the meeting, Audrey said she did too. Then me and Shreya and Steph were all driving home and we saw it again near the high school, and then when we got to the top of the hill on my street. Egg-shaped cloudy white disk. Major freaking out in Steph's mom's car. Curse it all being Thursday, we wanted to have a big scared sleepover.

Apparently, Brian looks like an old man.


Thanks, that was fun
Don't forget
No regret
Except maybe one
Did I scare you?
When I dared you?
I looked you in the eye
And told you goodbye
And you mocked me
It shocked me
When you walked me to the bus
Thanks, that was fun

Taco: TACO!
Me: ...
Val: ...Why...?
Taco: Just to see if anyone responded. Watch...TACO!
Kat: *turns around*
Taco, Val, Me: *laugh*
Kat: Wait...what...who...AH! Why did I answer to that?
Rachel: I don't know.
Kat: AH! Who am I? What's going on...? I'm confused about who I am!
Me: ...You're Kat.
Kat: Then why did I answer to "Taco"?!
Me: Maybe you just wanted to know why she shouted her own name, so you turned around to look at her and ask her.
Kat: ...Maybe...I don't know...
Me: ...What's your name?
Kat: I DON'T KNOW! Who am I?!
Rachel: You're Kat!
Kat: But am I Kat? Or am I Taco?
Taco: ...TACO!
Kat: *turns around*
Taco: *laughs*
Kat: *high-pitched scream* I DID IT AGAIN! *hides face in arms*
Me: *trying not to laugh* It's okay...(to Taco:) Look what you did to her!
Rachel: You've made her confused about who she is!
Taco: *hugs Kat*
Kat: You made me confused about who I am you fucktard!

Kate: You can learn a lot from drunken Irishmen in bars.

Janitor: *knocks on door to girls' bathroom*
Kristine: No one's in there.
Janitor: Thanks. *walks in*
Laura: ...So they have to knock before going in the girls' bathroom?
Me: Well, yeah.
Laura: Why, because we'd be changing our pads out in the open?

Art if freakishly strong. He can run around with me on his shoulders. Or rather, he could if I was able to keep my balance.

She said "Lately
Falling's been easy on me
A lot like breathing used to be
And call me crazy
But I was thinking
Maybe you'd be waiting on the ground
To come and catch me"

Sydney's Site has finally, finally, FINALLY been updated! w00t.

Hahahahaha...Art hitting on the cafeteria monitor...

Me: Yeah, this bottle still has your teeth marks in it.
Art: *bites bottle*
Cafeteria monitor: That's hot.
Art: *chews on bottle*
CM: Yeah, I can see why you're surrounded by the girls. Wow.
Art: *winks*
CM: *walks away*
Art: *tries, and eventually succeeds, to put a hole in the bottle with his teeth*
CM: *walks by again*
Art: *kissing sounds*
CM: ...You have issues.
Art: Yeah, I do. *points to shirt..."I have issues"*
Me: *takes lollipop out of pocket*
Art: *asks for lollipop...puts it in his cheek*
CM: *walks by again*
Art: *winks*
CM: ...Do you know what the penalties are for sexual harassment?
Art: (I don't remember exactly what he said, something along the lines of "come here baby")
CM: Sure, it's funny now, but just wait until I'm in a bad mood or something, I'll bring you down to the office and write you up.
Art: (Again, don't remember what he said, but he called the guy a big stud.)
Taco: Art, shut up!
CM: Yeah, I'll write you up for sexually harassing a male teacher.
Art, Sam, Me, Taco, etc: *hysterical laughter*


Alyssa: Come on guys, seriously, I don't want to be mean, just-
Shainess: Everyone shut the fuck up!


Kid in Bio class: Hey...half your hair like...disappeared.
Me: ...I got it cut.
Kid in Bio class: Yeah...that's what I figured...


We call them cool
Those hearts that have no scars to show
The ones that never do let go
And risk the tables being turned
We call them fools
Who have to dance within the flame
Who chance the sorrow and the shame
That always comes with getting burned
We call them strong
Those who can face this world alone
Who seem to get by on their own
Those who will never take the fall
We call them weak
Who are unable to resist
The slightest chance love might exist
And for that forsake it all

My hair is fluffy. : D

I wonder how many times a day I say to myself, "People...eww..." Stupid crowded halls.

"What most people don't understand is that attitude is about the easiest things in the world to fake. You jut out your jaw. You stare. You pretend you're not paying attention and that you don't care. Real soon, everyone begins buying it. People never look further than your exterior, anyway. They think the pretty-pretty people are just as beautiful inside. Me? I liked people to think that I was tough--that I was dangerous. My outside was a warning to anyone who looked my way: I'm not going to be your victim."

Hehe...makes me think about a few people I know/have known.

Refilmed the lemon video today. More frusterating than last Friday...more people that weren't involved who seemed to enjoy running in front of the camera. But hey...I remembered to add in effects this time.

Got my hair chopped. : D I love it. I may or may not put my picture in the Citizen along with the 7-year-olds who have had their hair chopped, I have not yet decided.

Cripes. Just...cripes


Life barrels on like a runaway train
Where the passengers change
They don't change anything
You get off, someone else can get on

Hehe...Art singing Garth Brooks and "I'm Too sexy" on the phone...and whatever that other weird song is...

Me: So why would you and Matt bug my boyfriend? (assuming I had one)
Brian: haha well dude...he's going out with Sarah, there's gotta be SOMETHING wrong with him
Me: well, obviously
Me: I meant BESIDES that

"Each Jew has his own brand of madness."

Hahahahaha...it's so true...

"Yom Kippur-sometimes called Instant Lent"

Yay for not eating yesterday...no more sins!


Poor Josh had to stay at the synagogue all day...I went to the morning service with my family then came back around 2 and hung out with him.
There were a lot of funny things he said/did and then paused and said "...You're not blogging any of this are you?" Sadly I don't remember any of it. This is getting pathetic, any of you guys know some form of memory restoration?

Maybe I'll remember it later.

Chopping my hair tomorrow. Yay for Locks of Love. Taco, no, I'm not cutting it as short as yours. (This is something I remember:)

Taco: Your hair's too long!
Me: Yeah, I'm getting it cut soon.
Kristine: How short?
Me: I dunno...either shoulder length or really short.
Taco: You should do a me!

I forgot to mention yesterday how talking to people about the lemon video spawed all sorts of humorous conversation bits.

Sam: No! Not Andrew. I won't let you throw lemons at him.
Me: Why not?
Sam: Because I want to get hit by lemons.

Art: What are you planning to do to me with lemons?

Sam: But it would be so much funnier! I'm a cripple!

Art: I will bribe you with letting you wear my hat all day if you let me get hit by lemons instead.

Dave: This is the most hilarious conversation I've had in a while.
Me: You've never had two friends arguing over who gets to have you film them getting hit by lemons.


Ahh...there were more...but the crappy memory strikes again.

Filmed the mini movie for Videography today. Good times.
Taco and Sam both got hit by lemons. So they set up a lemonade stand. And Will ate a lemon for the final scene after the credits. Taco was in that scene too, the look of disgust on her face as Will bit into the lemon was HILARIOUS.
Unfortunately, I am a fool, so I forgot that the purpose of this project is using scene change effects. Sooo...we have to refilm it all on Monday. Oh well. It's fun. : D
But DAMN I'm stupid.


Three thousand five hundred miles away
But what would you change if you could?

I missed an entire day of school yesterday to go the Big E. : D
It beat school by a lot, but it was still rather boring. Rachel was the only one on the trip who I knew well enough to be comfortable spending a whole day with her, so I hung out with her. Unfortunately, Rachel was also hanging out with Carolyn, who insisted on stopping at EVERY SINGLE booth we passed that sold jewelry. Gaaaaah...
At least I got a caramel apple.

Rachel: Geez, you have like, a supermarket in your pants!

Rachel: *hands me a pen*
Me: ...Is this from my pocket?
Rachel: Yeah.
Me: ...Are you shoplifting from my supermarket?


Hey mister if you want to walk on water
Would you drop a line my way?

I took Art's hat before homeroom today and have successfully held onto it the whole day, except for a period of about 15 minutes taken up by the time between just before 7th period, and the fire drill 7th period. Downside: Art has my black hat with the flames.
You know, I'm very proud of myself. Art accosted (yeah vocab word) me before 7th period and he won the battle to get the hat back. However...during the fire drill, I saw him standing with Andrew and Sam and Kristine, so I snuck up behind him and grabbed the hat back. He ran after me, but I won this time. : D
My water bottle now has indentations from Art's teeth. Better the water bottle than my arm. :-P

Brian gave me a ride home today. We would have beat the bus by a lot if he didn't keep taking the wrong turn and/or missing the right turn. We caught up with the bus and he stopped to let Joe in and gave Joe a ride down the street to our house. The three of us spent half an hour throwing things from Brian's car at each other. He hit me in the stomach with a frisbee and it hurt, so I decided, "You know what? He's not getting this back." So I hid it in my backpack and went into the house. Then I felt guilty and brought it back out and stole the kickball instead. I tried running away with it, but Brian ran after than me, and as I said in the blog several months ago, "the schmuck can run faster than I can, curse him". So Brian got the kickball back. And Brian left. And Joe stole Brian's handcuffs. And Brian stopped the car and then decided it wasn't worth it and kept driving. Hahahahaha...

If I could make it rain today
And wash away this sunny day down to the gutter
I would
Just to get a change of pace
Things are getting worse, but I feel a lot better
And that's all that really matters to me
Well, Amy hit the atmosphere
Caught herself a rocket ride out of this gutter
And she's never coming back I fear
Anytime it rains she just feels a lot better
And that's all that really matters to me

And some of us sink like a stone
Waiting for mothers to come
There has to be a change I'm sure
Today was just a day fading into another
And that can't be what a life is for
And anything she said well she feels a lot better
And that's all that really matters to me

Josh came over today to help me dismantle my room so it can be painted. He had fun playing with the razor.

In the basement when Josh dropped off the doorlock kit parts:
Josh: *sniffing wiring harnesses* These smell reeeeeally good.
Me: They smell like wire. *Hands Josh a Sharpie* Here, this smells good too.
Josh: No! I'll sniff wire but I won't sniff Sharpie's. That's where I draw the line.

Me: You seem enthralled by that wire. Here, I'll cut you a piece. *Hands Josh a piece of wire* You can make a bracelet out of it.
Josh: *chews on wire*
Me: ...or eat it.

Dismantling my room:
Me: Can you throw away that paper flower there?
Josh: Sure. *takes bite out of paper flower*
Me: It's probably really dusty.
Josh: *coughs up piece of flower*
Me: *laughs hysterically as a cloud of dust comes out of Josh's mouth*

Me: I'm just going to end up throwing out the model abbey.
Josh: Oh, that's no fun. We should burn it. You know, a ritual paganistic thing in honor of Redwall Abbey. Would your parents let us light it on fire?
Me: Probably not.
Josh: Aww...
Me: Just throw it in the trash bag.
Josh: Where's the razor? *picks up razor* ...Can I?
Me: Sure.
Josh: *proceeds to cut Redwall Abbey into pieces* I've accomplished what an army of rats never could!
Me: Destroyed Redwall?
Josh: Yeah. All of Redwall Abbey is now ripped, cut up, or eaten.

There was a whole episode where Josh played dress-up with some things in my closet. Unfortunately, I'm not sure how to quote that adequetly. Check his live journal. He tried on all of my boater hats, the beret, and the camo beanie. He also wore my green poncho. I have pictures. *evil grin*

Other bits of hilarity shall come later...I'm tired and forgetful now.


Oh, damn it...my room's all empty and depressing now.

I have paint on my feet.

Today I spent 10 hours of my life preparing to paint, and then painting, the kitchen, dining room, and downstairs hallway. Part of preparing to paint involved taking stuff off the tops of cabinets in the kitchen, dusting them off, and packing them into boxes. I shall be sick of boxes by the end of all this.
Cleaning greasy sticky grime off of pottery and other stuff is gross and annoying. At times, however, it is also enlightening. "Wow, this pitcher is actually white?" If I have to do this again I shall scream.

Uber Ralph is one freaky little hermit crab. He is way smarter than a creature with a brain smaller than a pea has any right to be. Like, back before Dex died, when I thought Dex was molting, UB kept trying to eat him, and like, whatever I did to try and protect Dex, UB would find a way around it...climbing over cardboard...burrowing under cardboard...trying to figure out what the hell plastic wrap is...
And now, Uber Ralph has apparently figured out that one of the lids of the tank lifts up quite easily. Last night, I had UB and Mallow out in my room for a while, but before I went to bed, I put them both back in the tank and closed the lid. This morning, when I checked on them, Mallow was there, UB was not. I was like..."okay...he must just be burrowed under the sand somewhere." But then my dad knocked on the door and said "Did your hermit crabs have a breakout?" UB had somehow gotten out of the tank, out of my room, and over to the stairs. Okay...
I put him back in the tank, closed the lid, went on to 10 hours of painting. When I checked the tank again, Mallow was there, UB was not. I found him in Sam's room. So, apparently, during the 10 hours I was gone, Uber Ralph, climbed up the wall of the tank, across the top of the tank, lifted up the lid, crawled out the lid, fell onto the floor, crawled across the floor of my room, under the closed door, across the hallway, under the closed door of Sam's room, across Sam's room, and hid under Sam's desk.
I just wish I knew how Uber Ralph figured out that the lid lifts open. How do hermit crab thought processes work?


The thunder struck, the clouds appeared
Our fearless crew was not prepared
And pretty soon the boats came for us
Half a million strong
We gathered arms, we fired shells
We build a wall around ourselves
And pretty soon the spirit was a lot like
What it used to be back home

Talked on the phone with Josh for a while. Very amusing.

Josh: I'm going to burn down your house so you can't move.
(That has got to be the most...unique...thing I've heard so far in regards to me moving.)

Josh: Well, your mom's a bad Je...oh wait.

Sam: *shows me bite marks on shoulders*
Me: See...that's why you don't have biting contests with Art.
Sam: I won though!
Me: Did you now?
Sam: Yeah! I almost made him cry. It was really funny.
Me: ...Making Art cry would amuse you?
Sam: Yeah.


After I move to Arizona and Sam and I both get our licenses we're going to take a road trip. I'll leave from AZ, she'll leave from Gbury, and we'll meet halfway in Oklahoma. w00t!


The freshmen in my bio class are slowly realizing that I'm older than them.

Kid 1: Did you go to Two Rivers?
Me: No.
Kid 2: Smith?
Me: Yeah.
Kid 2: What core?
Me: Endeavour.
Kid 2: You were in my core? I don't recognize you.
Me: ...I'm a sophomore.
Kid 2: Why are you in our class then?
Me: I didn't want to take AP Bio.
Kid 1: Wow, it must be really weird being in a class of freshmen.
Me: Yeah.


The sun will set, the stars would shine
The trees would shake, we'd all feel fine
Let's take the moon and make it shine for everyone

L'shanah Tovah everyone.

Happy New Year!

Throwing bread in the river = no more sins = yay!


Brian singing Usher...oh man...what IS the world coming to?


Don't try to make me fly
I'll stay here I'll be fine
Don't go and let me down
I'm starting to like this town

Am I in love with this?
My constant broken ship
Don't go, I'll shoot you down
I'm starting to like this town

I am a horrible person...
Happy Birthday Dave!

Dave claims that I am now no longer older than him...but I still am by 4 months! Muahahahahahaa!


Kat was trying to finish writing her song during lunch today.

Taco: That's a bad line.
Kat: I KNOW. Okay...what rhymes with "hurts"?
Me: ...spurts.
Taco: Hahaha...yeah, you're talking about blood.
Kat: Eww...that's so gory though.
Taco: Well you can't use "shirts". You can't have clothing in songs, unless you're Ludacris and you're talking about sex.
Kat (a little while later): *still trying to think of something that rhymes with "hurts"* burts...durts...gurts...
Me: ...squirts.
Taco: *being freakishly amused by this, laughs hysterically and gives me a high-five*


Me: There...now you have a chastity belt!
Sam: I don't need a chastity belt.


Josh gets to be and usher for Rosh Hashanah services tomorrow. He also gets to go in an hour and a half early. Fool.

Josh: It's like a big tide of jam coming toward us...but jam made out of old women.


So then. Rosh Hashanah starts tonight. I probably won't be on later tonight or all day tomorrow, so I'll see you punks in school Friday.

Happy New Year.

Josh: the soup nazi is my hero
me: I thought I was your hero
J: well, he's my backup hero
me: ok, good
J: in case you like die, or move to arizona, or something random like that
me: ok
J: eh, strike that arizona thing
J: you'll be my long-distance hero

The outside of the house is being painted. Yesterday, about half the windows in the house were covered with clear-but-not-see-through plastic stuff. Today when I walked into my room my windows were covered with it too. I can no longer see the trees. Damnit.
It's kinda creepy, I was sitting in the kitchen after school, and I hear a noise outside, and I look over to the window and I could see the silouette of a guy standing outside. I was like "Holy SHIT...oh yeah."

Piano lessons have reached a new level of frusteration...I seem to be at least partially tone-deaf. Not as frusterating as my pitiful attempts at sight reading, but still rather irritating.

While packing stuff in boxes I came across some old elementary school yearbooks...ah, memories. Brian's 5th grade picture is goofy. Haha.

Rosh Hashanah starts tomorrow at sundown...those teachers better not give out homework.


I am covered in skin
No one gets to come in
Pull me out from inside
I am folded, and unfolded, and unfolding
I am...colorblind
Coffee black and egg white
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am ready
I am ready
I am...fine
I am... fine
I am fine

I have just started to begin dismantling my room for painting. : (
I have the week all planned out...
Tonight I actually cleaned my room and boxed up some of the old stuff in my closet that I've been meaning to box and relocate to the basement for a while. I also took pictures for the Sarah's Room Effect.
Tomorrow and Wednesday I'll finish the stupid closet and box some of the clutter lying around my room. This shall also be relocated to the basement, but will eventually be put into some form of moving truck.
Thursday is Rosh Hashanah...happy new year all.
Friday I'll have Shreya (if she doesn't have West Side...if she does than hopefully someone else) over to help me take down all the paper on the walls, hopefully keeping it in more or less one piece.
Room shall probably be painted over the weekend, or next week.
Curse it all.

Happy Aniversary Shreya!

(A day late)



Kate: So how did it go, Miss I'm-not-participating-because-I'm-too-cool-for-school?
Me: Umm...I was amused by boys fighting wasps.
Kate: Who won?
Me: I think it was a tie.
Kate: Well, the wasps has an unfair mental advantage.

Yeah, I was horribly tired when I got home last night, and I wanted to go to bed, but I had to do homework. Didn't get a chance to post the hilarity of yesterday, so here goes:

Went to the synagogue in the morning. I'm not a classroom aid on Sunday's this year, and we weren't selling bagels, but I was selling CD's for my dad. Sold NINE CD's. GO ME! w00t. Go Josh. Wouldn't have sold a single one if not for his marketing skills learned at Torturing Little Children. He made the table look all pretty and talked to people.
Brian stopped by around 10 or 11. Saturday night, he told Josh and me that he might come...we decided that meant no, so we were a bit suprised. However, Brian turns out to be Jewaphobic, so while he hung out in front of the synagogue, he never actually set foot inside it. While trying to convince him to do so, I accidentally ripped the sleeve of his t-shirt. That was actually pretty funny.
After selling CD's Josh and I got to fold tallis's, help set up a couple hundred chairs for Rosh Hashanah services, and then put away traffic cones. Good times.
The youth group meeting was at 6. We finished everything around 3ish. Josh and I figured that we might as well just hang out at the synagogue until the meeting (beats cleaning out my closet), but mother had issues with that, so I went to Josh's house and we watched the rest of History of the World Part I that we never finished in Confirmation last year. Yeah French Revolution. We also watched part of Robin Williams on Broadway...from the entire show, about two whole minutes are filled with him swearing.
Then youth group...we got a moderate amount accomplished. Always good. Joe did not help. Brad says Joe is not welcome at any more meetings. *rolls eyes*

"Another died and the world just shrugged it off"

Josh was still asleep at 2 this afternoon. And at 3, he was still too tired to go hang out at the mall with me and Brian. He missed out on riding on the carosel with me and Brian and Brian's random friend who happened to be there. (Alex I think.)
I have discovered that Brian would turn canibal if he hated the person enough.

Brian: That's a mean squirrel. I would not want to hang out with a squirrel that wouldn't defend me from the turkey vultures when I die.

Helped set up for the library book sale this morning. Mother wasn't happy about having to drive me there at 7 in the morning. I overslept, too...stupid alarm either didn't go off or allowed me to turn it off while I was half asleep. At least I did better than Matt...he says he underslept and woke up at 5.
It's scary, at the book sale, when everything is set up and they let everyone in at 9. Hoardes of people just rushing at you, shoving each other to be first at the tables.

Matt: Yeah, I usually hide under a table crying when they come in.

Setting up is cool, you get first pick of all the books and CD's and movies. Technically, we weren't supposed to take anything until the sale officially started at 9. We had our ways, though. Books stashed as "extras" in boxes under tables...CD's hidden under boxes of tapes...movies and DVD's hidden behind trees. We had a good system. We were all ready at 9. Within a minute of the hoardes of people rushing in, Paul and Kim grabbed the boxes of novels, Matt and another guy grabbed the hidden movies and DVD's, I grabbed the comic books for me and Bailey, and Bailey grabbed the vegetarian cookbooks...
I got $21 in books, CD's, and videos. I am very happy.

Girl Scout meeting tonight. Good times, my friends. Except, according to the Council, we are not "Girl Scouts" anymore. We do all the same things that Senior Girl Scouts used to do. Except we are no longer called "Girl Scouts" because apparently being referred to as a "Girl Scout" is no longer cool among high school girls. Come on now...if you don't want it known that you're a girl scout don't join, idiots. Honestly. Don't make the council change the stupid name for the sake of your so-called "coolness".
Aaaaanyhoo.
Fun times. I love my troop. We're all so insane.

Hilary: I don't know what it is with ten-year-olds and hitting on me, but I'm going to puke.

Oh CURSES there was something absolutely HILARIOUS that Mindy said but because of my crappy memory I can't remember anything other than what Hilary said about ten-year-olds hitting on her. And then me and Mindy and Grace sitting on the trampoline and Mindy and Grace covering each other's mouths with their hands and pretending to make out. And then Mindy doing that to me. And then Owen riding by on his bicycle and scaring the hell out of us. And then me and Grace jumping Mindy.
Good times.

I was inordinately amused by Kristine saying this:

"If your family has a problem with boys then they sure as hell wouldn't want you dating girls"

Okay, you guys pair up in groups of three then line up in a circle. Or even better, line up alphabetically by height.


Craig: Yeah, see, that row has Sasha, who's a native speaker, Evan and Joe, who are really smart, Tatiana, who's obviously incredibly intelligent, and Sarah, who...who's...umm...
Me: Thanks, Craig.
Rachel: Who's Jewish.
Craig: Yeah, who's Jewish.

Taco: I'm choking on my own atmosphere!

First Key Club meeting tonight! w00t!

Me: Hey...it's Dora.
Shreya: It's DORA!

Me: Yeah...see, Dora's trying to get everyone to go inside.
Shreya: Dora can kiss my ass.

John: For the love of god, let go of my shoe!

Shreya: We should play naked manhunt!
John: I can't believe you just fucking said that.

Me: I love you!
Shreya: Yeah, yeah...

Shreya: (on phone with mother) *mouths "fucking hell"*
John: (loudly) Did you just say 'fucking hell'?
Shreya: *gestures angrily at John*

GAAAH why can I NEVER remember more funny quotes from things that happened HALF AN HOUR AGO? I hate my memory.

Quote of the Tuesday:

Mrs. Kovacs: No, it's really not that toxic, you'd have to eat a huge pile of it for it to hurt you. Josh, don't even think about it.


We'll take
Our strength
To market
To trade
For
Their
Ugly
Beauty
Watch us grow up to war

Hey, remember about a week ago when I said something like "I give it a week before someone chokes during lunch because someone else is tickling them." Sam choked today when I poked her in the side. I SO called that.

School pictures today. Bleh.
I actually wore a skirt. Even though school pictures only show you from your shoulders up, I was like..."yeah, this is a cool skirt I'm going to wear it anyway." I kept tripping over it while walking up stairs and walking down the hallway. I changed into pants 5 minutes before homeroom started. That's the last time I wear a skirt to school.
Hung out after school with some friends and some other people I don't know, got a bit bothered when one of the ones I don't know took out some form of marijuana paraphrenalia...Christine and Katie and I decided to take a walk then.
Silly people.

Devon: There are times when I really love myself.

Taco: I like being a cripple.


Fred sits alone at his desk in the dark
There's an awkward young shadow that waits in the hall
He's cleared all his things and he's put them in boxes
Things that remind him, life has been good

Josh is a FREAK! He actually ENJOYS making doorlock kits...that has got to be the most mind-numbing job in the world. Freak.

Taco tore something in her knee stepping off a trampoline. Not falling off. Just stepping off. I find that rather sad.

Taco: Yeah, I'm on crutches more than I get suspended, if you can believe that.

Brian tried to kidnap me again today. "You have to take the right stairs this time..." I managed to run down the REAL right stairs again, but he almost made me miss my bus. Schmuck.


Hoping for the best just hoping nothing happens
A thousand clever lines unread on clever napkins
I will never ask if you don't ever tell me
I know you well enough to know you never loved me
Why can't I feel anything
From anyone other than you?
And all of this
Was all your fault
(I stay jealous)
I stay wrecked and jealous for this
For this simple reason
I just need to keep you in mind
As something larger than life
(She'll destroy us all before she's through
And find a way to blame somebody else)

I shall now make it official: I LOVE SHREYA!!!!
You're awesome, kid.

You see, I was disappointed in my old blog template, and also in the fact that blogskins was being completely WORTHLESS, so Shreya designed a new template for me. (Something I had no idea how to do.) Actually, the one she designed had a (hot) picture of Rivers for the background. That picture had too many colors and it confused my brain, so I put in the Boondock Saints thing instead. But I still love Shreya.

"I want my slaw!"
"You have your slaw, sir."
"I WANT MY SLAW!"
"You have your slaw, sir!"
"I want...my SLAW!"
"You have your slaw, sir!"

"So, brocoli. Mother says you're good for me. Well I'm afraid I'm not so good for you!"

"Success! I'm the only one here! I hereby claim this land in the name of incisor!"
"I think not!"
"Blast! Bicuspid! I thought you'd come around!"
"Have at you!"
"On guard!"
*struggling*
"Damn! What say we bite the tongue?"

Blogskins.com irritates me. Its worthless search engine turned up absolutely nothing for the following:

Weezer
Guster
Bruce Springsteen
Billy Joel
Boondock Saints
Dogma
Donnie Darko

And there goes the phone again.

WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE? (both blogskins and idiots who call the business line on holidays and weekends)

DON'T YOU PEOPLE KNOW IT'S LABOR DAY? STOP CALLING THE CURSED BUSINESS LINE!
Some idiot has called 3 times in the last few minutes. Or maybe it has been 3 separate idiots calling within several seconds of each other.

Spiders...*shudder*


And life barrels on like a runaway train
Where the passengers change
They don't change anything
You get off; someone else can get on

Melana: Hey, I'm not the sharpest shoe in the shed.
Me: ...Shoe?

I have developed an intense hatred for a certain paint roller. I have paint on my feet because of this paint roller. Stupid paint roller.
I don't like painting the house. It involves work, like carrying things around and vacuuming and getting dust in your nose and trying to cooperate with stupid, hateful paint rollers. I shall probably end up having to dismantle my room sooner than I thought, which is another reason to not like painting the house.
Stupid paint roller.


I see that there is evil
And I know that there is good
And the in-betweens I never understood
Would you look at me I'm crazy
But I get the job done
I'm crazy but I get the job done

So go ahead and laugh all you want
I got my philosophy
And I trust it like the ground
That's why my philosophy
Keeps me walking when I'm falling down

I pushed you cause I loved you guys
I didn't realize
That you weren't having fun
And I dragged you up the stairs
And I told you to fly
You were flapping your arms
Then you started to cry, you were too high

Now you take this all for granted
You take the mortar, block, and glass
And you forget the speech that moved the stone
And it's really not that you can't see
The forest from the trees
You just never been out in the woods alone

Silence is gray.
Silence is golden.
Silence is a stone in my mouth.

Josh came over for Shabbat dinner tonight...he had to learn how to make door lock kits, so this was a convienent time.

Dad: Hello Josh. You look very clean.

Oh man...after my dad showed him what to do, Josh had to make one by himself. I came downstairs to make sure he didn't screw it up...I was too late to save the first one. He tangled up the wires while taping them and in an attempt to undo what he did wrong, he cut one of the wires.
The second one he tangled up again, but he managed to undo the tape without killing the wire. (Go Josh!) But...he taped it wrong and had to start over again. It was really funny watching him. He kept talking to himself, talking to the wire, talking to the pieces you attatch to the wire...and then getting all frusterated when I said "no...that's not right."
I wanted Josh to sign my wall, so miraculously, mother actually let me have a boy in my room. Josh writing things on my wall brought to mind my birthday...all of us outside on the driveway at night...Josh with chalk...oh man. He had the EXACT same look on his face. At least he refrained from writing obscenities on my wall. Let's see what I remember from what he wrote..."Sic Semper Tyrannus -Pooey Josh" was the first thing. And...
"MY STAR WARS ACTION FIGURES!"
"Deathly Minty Fresh"
"I'M THE MAN"
"No one understands the fine points of my fetal cuisine"
"The Sarah room effect"
something about being cursed upon entering the room..."you will die in 7 1/2.7 seconds. Goodbye"
a square and "This space reserved for Arizonian FREAK"
And a whole ton of stuff I don't remember...

Oh man. There's so many more people I want to sign my wall...Leigh...Dave...Brian...Matt...Karen...anyone else I know...except I have to TEAR IT DOWN in 2 weeks! Everyone just write something in big letters on a piece of paper and give it to me and I'll tape it on the wall. I'm saving my wall paperness. I'm putting it in a box and putting it up again in Arizona. I'll take pictures of my room now, and then in Arizona I'll put all the paper up on the wall in the exact same way it is now...that's what Josh meant by the Sarah room effect.

And the last thing I see is my heart
Still beating
Breaking out of my body
And flying away
Like a bat out of hell

Today was the last day of planting poinsettas in Horticulture. : ( That was fun. Better than any other class...no lectures, no notes, no just sitting in a desk. We got to play with dirt! I was in charge of soil today...my Gir shoelaces got all muddy because I had to kick a lump of dirt that wouldn't break up. Up to my elbows in dust from that thing. Stupid soil. Now I know why James didn't want to do soil again today. I can't figure out why Eddie keeps wanting to do it again.

And of course lunch is always fun because everyone is so insane. I have discovered more people in my lunch period besides Matt and Hayley. I sit with Sam, Annie, Rachel, Art, Taco, Lauren, and sometimes TJ. I give it a week before someone chokes or sprays their drink out their nose because someone else is tickling them while they're eating/drinking.

Sam (or Taco, I don't remember): NO! I HAVE MILK!

Brian tried to kidnap me after school. I was walking with him down the hallway, trying to figure out the quickest route to my bus.

Brian: I'm giving your brother a ride home today.
Me: Why?
Brian: I can give you a ride too.
Me: Why are you giving Joe a ride? And you know I can't get a ride from you.
Brian: You're going to miss your bus.
Me: No, it waits a long time...I have no idea where I am. In relation to my bus. I have to get to the main office...auditorium hallway.
Brian: Come on, I'll show you.
Me: What? Where are you taking me?
Brian: I'm taking you to your bus.

We then walked to the glass hallway.

Me: Oh! I know where I am now. I have to go down these stairs.
Brian: No, you go down the next staircase.
Me: No, I go down these stairs, and then I go past the cafeteria and down the auditorium hallway.
Brian: No, I swear, you have to go down the next set of stairs.
Me: No! You're trying to kidnap me.
Brian: No I'm not.

He then grabbed my hand and tried to pull me away from the stairs, but I dug my nail into his thumb and he let go.
This kid is starting to freak me out. This is like...the fifth time he's tried to convince me to get a ride home from him. I'm gonna start carrying pepper spray with me...

Oh man...

Brian: and don't go poking me with sticks
Josh: I don't poke unarmed men
Brian: what's that supposed to mean?
Josh: it means you won't have much trouble in those tight riding jeans
Brian: hahaha well thanks. you can help me try them on
Josh: and then we can go searching in the lingerie department for something special for the evening ;-)

Josh: I dont know what I like more, brian, or poking fun at brian, or poking brian with a stick, or comparing brian TO a stick.


Josh: you just dont appreciate the finer points of my self-proclaimed fetal cuisine


Brian: I tend not to kick large animals in the side.


I have had this song stuck in my head ALL DAY...silly Blink 182.

If you want to call it a heartache
Then I shouldn't regret those things
I miss her
If you want the pain to go away
Better suck up your pride, admit
You lost her
Let her go, move on
Let her go, move on
Let her go
Time to wake up
Where's your daughter?
Hurts to break up
She was stronger
All my friends say
"Please don't love her"
What did I gain now?
I miss her so

Gaaaaaah I hate this...
Tonight I was informed that in about two weeks I have to dismantle my room so that it can be painted over so the house can be put on the market by October 1.
Damnit, that's the only room in the house that I feel completely at ease in. It won't be mine anymore.
The worst thing about this moving crap is that my parents don't seem to care AT ALL how Joe and I feel about this. Once, my mom has asked me ONCE what I think about it. I said "I'd really rather wait until after Joe and I graduate." She said "mm..." and then never mentioned it again. My dad hasn't even asked at all. And...this wouldn't be as bad if it was like we HAD to move, say, a job transfer or something, or even if it was because we have family out there...we're moving just because my parents feel like it, and screw whatever Joe and I think about it.