Meh. I had an absolutely horrible night.

Everything is becoming more and more screwy. I feel relatively hopeless.

I think that I've been using that word too often.

I've gotten a lot of college letters, but not from colleges I'm sincerely interested in. The Colorado School of Mines makes me sad.

Danielle and Aubrey were just called to the office, so I was talking to Mrs. Holliday. It was actually a semi-intelligent conversation about Mr. Deleon and his opinion of homosexuals. Odd. I really think that I'll have a referal by the end of the year in that class (Deleon) for arguing. Egotistical bastard.

Yes. So there. I've updated my journal.

Never make cookies with Audrey Sue.

Blob. Hedwig and the Angry Inch was amazing.

It seems like I have a million bazillion things to do. You might say I am a little overwhelmed.

“Piggy is a short fat boy, the type everyone picks on at school. The book even says he was picked on constantly at school, and this doesn’t change much in the book, except for in the book he is picked on a tad more intensely, in the sense that they kill him.”

Yes, I am proud to say that this idiot is a part of the sophomore class. Just think of what the future will be like. Being killed is just a TAD more intense than being picked on, haven’t you heard? By the way, I absolutely detest Gill. I wish I could steal a bus and chase her down the street. That would be amusing… watching Gill run from a big yellow bus. Hey, watching Gill run would probably be amusing enough... enough to make me wet my pants from laughing so hard. Of course, I’m not a violent person like that. Plus, I shouldn’t waste my energy hating her, after all, she’ll be gone next year (or so I hope).

It would be nice if all my hair fell out.

My Aunt was apparently inquiring about me so my mother put me on the phone to talk to her. Of course she asked about Gordon, specifically his marital situation. I calmly explained that he hadn’t gotten a divorce and that he had settled down in God knows where and is currently living with his wonderful wife and beautiful daughters. “Oh,” she said. Of course, I couldn’t help but add that he might be lying in a hospital dying or living on the streets in a cardboard box, at which point, my mother snatched the phone from me and told her that I didn’t really know much about the situation because I hadn’t heard from him in almost a year. It’s those kinds of talks that are the best mood brighteners.

“Breathe through my mouth.” Stupefying part of the movie

I still haven’t gone to the orthodontist. I think I am more than a month late, so perhaps I should call today. I’m sure I will forget, though.

Snogalicious. Ha. That sounds buggery. Speaking of buggers … my nose hurts. It’s the kind of hurt your nose gets when the air is dry… or too cold… or something like that. It’s the kind of hurt mine gets when I don’t use my medicine.

Tomorrow – binder, revisions, Animal Farm Stuff, outline and research for paper chemistry test Figureoutshtuffforde. BLAH…. Geometry…

Obviously, I’m great at making lists. Obviously, I should stop using the word obviously.

Oh and I feel very mean because I was rude to Mrs. Peterson (or however you spell it)

I'm at Aubrey Sue's house right now, listening to a man on TV talk about *raspy voice* four year old's "titties." Insanely funny, despite the perversion.

Cute hair on the teli.

So, we are going to paint tomorrow and hopefully, some more people will come.


This is Aubrey now! Tiffany is so nice and so pretty and I think she looks like Uma Thurman. Mr. Grant should not make fun of her typos, because if you can understand what she's saying in the first place, that's more than most people can do!


Tiffany says "bye" and I say "bye"
so "bye"

I've decided to make this a friends only journal so leave a message after the tone. *beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep* LoL.