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Thursday, May 29, 2003 ( 6:41 PM ) JESUS I was just thinking (while typing about biscuits and gravy) about taters which made me think of Billy-Bob Thornton (SNL episode) which made me think about Angelina Jolie, and what headline should happen to cross my screen when looking at the news scroll provided by my AIM program than "Jolie-Thornton marriage officially over." I am psychic. And I post too much. But that's because I love you too much. FLYING SQUIRREL! lat.er.i. # ( 6:37 PM ) Biscuits and Gravy Hmm... History and English finals today. History wasn't as painful as I expected, I think I did pretty well. And English, well, let's just say that Cordelia only successfully copied down 2/3 of the vocab words, so there were some suprises. Tomorrow is German. Goody, goody gumdrops. And then I am done. Let's see, I would like some biscuits and gravy (as the title of this post so *wonderfully* suggests). I had beef udon for lunch and the beef was really strange and I spilled hot udon broth on my hand and cursed because it burned. After the history final I went to Za's for a smoothie with a bunch of my girlies (I seem to be eating a lot) and we got there before it officially opened which was sweet because we sat on couches and gossiped. Not particularly malicious gossip, just spicy enough to make us happy to be well... us. I would now talk about special communications... but I just typed a bunch of my thoughts out, read what I said and felt um... it's none of your business. But so anyways, I am really tired and am considering the possibility of bathing and putting on jimjams. I would like to say that I used a number of words (sweet, girlies, jimjams) in this post that I don't ever use and I felt weird typing them. Um... go frolick somewhere else, I'm out. lateri p.s. that last sentence was written for the sole purpose of using the word "frolick" p.p.s. I will tell you about what happens when my diary is devirginitized tomorrow, or saturday. # Tuesday, May 27, 2003 ( 9:05 PM ) Blowing off steam on meth amphetamine Gee. Boys can be stupid. Helen H from Waldsee changed her email addy and never told me the new one *sobs* that makes me sad. We haven't eaten dinner yet. That also makes me sad. So... four finals in three days and then I'm off to summerdom. Yay. Summer. Yay. Pool. Yay Kari. Today in history Sara and I were remembering eating Ethiopian food. Yum. Now my mom is forcing me to turn off my compooter. Lateri # Saturday, May 24, 2003 ( 6:23 PM ) You've got your gun to my head. Yay. I looooooooove this weather. And I loooooooove taking back sunday. Um. My mood right now is good. I felt a bit crappy yesterday, but no, I am not having mood swings, I've slept since then. If I had a laptop, I'd do my homework outside. I went on a low ropes course. That was fun. Kari and I talked about Corbang, drew a map and confused Alejandra. I ate two hot dogs and there was a cat there named "Misery" who liked potato chips. Now, I have to do my bio assignment. lateri # Friday, May 23, 2003 ( 11:49 PM ) "It's hotter than you-know-what in here" *Insert sensless Blather here* I don't want to wake up in the morning. No, you can't interpret that however you want. So, can a woman be an "independent woman" who gets an allowance from her parents? I was just thinking about that. And I think the answer is no. So girls, stop accepting that monthly stipend of $4.95, stop doing your chores, go out [on the street corner] and earn some money of yo own. Also, don't listen to anything said by anyone whose name begins with a "C" and ends with an "ordelia" because those people are surely crazy, should be taken for granted, forgotten and left all alone. Because that's all they really want, to be left alone to blow bubbles on their front porches for the rest of their lives. Yes, I speak from the heart, my brother. Peace out. Also, eat your veggies and don't return calls, mothers love that. no lateri for you tonight... # Wednesday, May 21, 2003 ( 5:31 PM ) Let The Wild Rumpus Start!!! So, field trip today, yup. Complete with not enough time for looking at the interesting exhibits and too much time for the non-interesting ones. Today was pretty good, overall, better than yesterday by a "landslide." I got to eat my entire lunch, I understood the math quiz and I got to see a Tipi. Then in math when Ms. Plisch handed back the graded problems, it all went down the drain. She gave me 0/5 for a problem that was "missing" when in reality, it was within three inches (up and a little to the right) of her pleasant little "message." So, I raised my hand and pointed out that it had been right in front of her. She responded by chiding me for bringing up a personal question in class and told me to talk to her about it later. Then, she refused to answer someone's question on homework because she wanted us to have "enough time for the quiz." How are we supposed to learn from our mistakes if she won't tell us what made them mistakes in the first place? Then she insisted on reading us the stuff on the overhead [Mr. Garvey says that this makes people feel stupid] when we had enough time to read it ourselves and she could've just answered that question. So after our suprisingly pleasant quiz, I went up to her and showed her where the problem was. She then told me that I should do my work in a more linear fashion (which is probably true) and that it hadn't been there before (which is most certainly not true). So I wrote a message that said that the problem had been there before and I resubmitted it. Who knows, maybe she was tired. But still, it made me angry that she refused to acknowledge my problem that I did and if she had refused to change my grade I would've gone to my Daddy. Yup. And Ms. Kovacs. Right now I feel like I have more homework than humanly possible. But I am not actually sure of the "real" homework situation. So I better go figure that out since I am in my Mom's office and I want to leave. Also, her computer is being evil and this is my third time typing the first part of this evil message. Oh well. lateri then # Tuesday, May 20, 2003 ( 6:08 PM ) "A bleeding heart is better than none at all" I am about to divulge something-- that is, of course, if divulge is a word. Thanks to Benjer, I have been listening to *A LOT* of the failures. Especially "Stranger Take Me Away." Mrow. Now I am very full of creative energy and I hope that it will last through finals so I can use it over the summer. Also, I think I'll take my sketchbook to the award ceremony (two in one day!) that I'm going to at seven pm. Um. If something tastes like almonds, don't drink it... it might be cyanide. Hehe, I have never mentioned a certain freshman boy in this blog ever. He and KANGWAY were searching for his names and all they could find was when I talked about going to Kari's and playing computer games. Um... I was sad because I didn't finish my lunch during lunch but now it is all better because I am rocking out. I saw a punk boy walking today and it made me smile. But not why you think it would. My cat is crazy. "Drunk all alone, I need a razor blade. Stranger take me away..." (tell me to stop the madness) Um. My cat is rolling around in my lap, it's a little weird. CONTRADICTION. Um. I'm off to take over the birdcage. I won an award. yay. That's all. please be gone. lateri # Monday, May 19, 2003 ( 8:23 PM ) Dirty words, from my dirty mouth. I've been walking around (or sitting around, like now) with an amused little smile on my face today. I'm sure that the little old ladies city on their stoops (I think that that's a word) would say it's because I've finally found out "what it means to be a woman," ummm... but I haven't. I think I'm just genuinely happy right now, which is nice because it's the end of the year and I'm ready to go swimming. It's a bit sad when you stop reading someone's blog. But not that sad, oh well. Tom's blog made me happy, and I *could* tell you why. But, some things are better as secrets and I'm sort of out of secrets, so I'll just keep this one. (na na na boo boo). I wish that we owned a tent so I could sleep outside. I am tempted to sleep on my bottom bunk, but not that tempted. I've been listening to a lot of Distillers and Sidewalk Heroes and less and less of the radio. But then I feel guilty because I request stuff and don't listen. Oh well. I have already recieved one official entry to the previously (saturday) mentioned contest and one unofficial entry (Batia) that I suppose I should accept. Oh well. The clock is ticking fast so hurry and send me your entries: lootsgol@uni.uiuc.edu and have a chance to win. Um... I just had some tasty sushi stuff. Now I'm going to do my math so my dad will settle down (he is not unsettled... yet). Oooh, wait. I am applying to an Amnesty thing.... yes, more later. To my friends and dreamers, lateri # Saturday, May 17, 2003 ( 4:53 PM ) Get Free Money! Let's talk about if I should change my blog template and what I should change it to. I think it is time for a change. But yay, yay, double yay I have just altered something in my template. You want to know what it is. But I will not tell you, no. I will make you scour over my blog until you see what it is. I will give you several hints: 1. I changed one letter 2. I added three letters 3. It is in the template but not in an entry or and entry title. 4. it is on the left. If you find it, email me and I will give you a. eternal love (doubtful) b. a prize c. a stick (also a prize). This contest lasts until the 22nd of May. All entries must be recieved by 12 am. As they will be reviewed on the 23rd. Postal entries must be postmarked by the 22nd. The winner will be anounced on the 24th in this blog and notified by either phone or email. hullo, hullo, hullo. Please, send me a heart, a brain and a liver. This will greatly improve your chances of winning. Actually, no, no it won't. I think that I'd get grossed out. Last night, I watched Velvet Goldmine. Lots of glitter and Ewan McGregor. That made me happy, sort of. Now I have to go... find a bottom. I think it will be my skirt because my pants are exhausted. Come on, let's go rip off your mom. Go get you some cheesecake, young'n. *mwa*s and lateris. # Thursday, May 15, 2003 ( 8:55 PM ) Chicken soup for the crack addict's soul. When you fail, it makes you happy to know that someone did worse than you. I wonder what my parent's would do if I came home with lipstick marks on my collar. Hmmm. *yawn* Sooooo. Game at St. Thomas Moore. It was cancelled. A whole season and not a single portion of an inning played. Yahoo. No, I mean HOORAH. Some things should never be allowed. But I got to see Kelsey (looking pure) and Anthony (looking bewildered) so it was worth it. Did you know that Farid's Dad peed on himself once? Well, now I do. I R BABOON. Does anyone remember that? I hope so. It was ummm.... priceless? How would you stay smooth? Pleasure the women, pleasure the women. That is my new chant. It's from something I read in the quotes section of the advocate they asked a burlesque dancer if he was gay and he said something like... "of course we're not gay, if we were, how would we enjoy pleasuring all those women?" something like that. Anyways. Let's pretend that it never lost it's luster, that we're not just keeping up out of fear. Complain, complain, complain. I have to run a 5K saturday that makes me leap for joy and giggle like a little girl. Which I am. So. Go read your email, then go to Amnesty Club in the library to plan the par Tee. lots of love and lateri. # Tuesday, May 13, 2003 ( 7:16 PM ) Let's just override the "emotions" setting My cat slept on that bag all night. Oh lordy, lordy. Hey little papa, I'll give you a riot. I was repetative, sorry. Myam. Why do people think I'm lying when I tell them Myam's meaning? I bet it's because their infos are full of secret code and hidden text with meanings that they understand but we can only guess at. Susy, I've changed, take me back. Last night I was thinking about stuff. And this morning I was thinking of Waldsee and Sigi and how I like his comics. I sat in the back of the van, missed most of the bo-fest... that was good, it got agressive. Copying and fraud, yay. Sometimes, my honesty makes me want to stab myself. But not very often. I got Mr. Vaughn to talk about Bohemians today. That was fun. Oh yay, I have free period tomorrow. I had three juice boxes between the hours of six and seven. I worked with Ellen in math today. It is too bad that she hates David, I find him rather pleasant. I think he grows on you though (no, not like athlete's foot) because I remember really disliking him when he was in fifth grade. He seemed to be going through a very conservative phase. And now, it's time for me to flow. laateri. # Monday, May 12, 2003 ( 10:43 PM ) You're so maroon. Today I am into: Hot pink, screaming, NARAL and the idea of going dancing. I am also into berry punch. Yay! I went to the Older Girls' Banquet. Say a girl with a patch reading "traveling into the third millenium with jesus" that was at least 5 inches in diameter. Played the elbow/chin game in the van. Sat in the middle *mistake* I am bad at AIM conversations because my responses aren't long and usually I don't really care. Oh well. I am going to go get a berry punch and drink it while I shower. Let's dream of flowers tonight. I really want my vampire book back from my Mommy's friend. I also want to steal the book I was reading of hers when I babysat and the kiddies were asleep. My cat is in love with my paper bag, he is resting on it. Earlier, he bit my calf and tickled my toes. I was trying to explain German camp at dinner but no one got it. Oh well, I was the water, he wanted me and had to have me. Sweet, sweet sparklers. Please, let's dream of flowers tonight. lateri. # Saturday, May 10, 2003 ( 1:57 PM ) "I'll do anything for a free bananna" - David Boyle on why he was looking forward to the 5K So, the 5K was cancelled just like last year. I hope we don't have to run it in PE because I can't. I think I could run it outside in Crystal Lake Park because it's only two laps and it isn't depressing like the 45 or so laps around that hot, stuffy track. So, if I have to run it in PE I will fail miserably and get crabby. Big Show was a great success. I had fun and I met Baz's dog. She's very cute. I am going to write more of my History Paper which is turning out to be a load of crap. "How tall are you?" "Sir, 5'9 Sir" "I didn't know they stacked shit that high." Last night we were reading funny how-to books like "the art of kissing" and "the art of love-making." I am going to go trim my thumb nail. So lateri # Friday, May 09, 2003 ( 10:38 PM ) "I'll lick it off your top" Ooooh. first night of big show, absolutely exquisite. The stage was really really *really* hot, so now i'm covered in a think film of sweat and grime. C'est la vie. It is so hot and sticky that i am going to wear my risque pajamas (read: not nightgown, tank top). I don't know why I am telling anyone this. Tomorrow is the 5K. That is not so fun, I need to go to sleep. my cat is trying to locate the rose in my room. "I was dancing in a lesbian bar awo awo." Ok off to bedaroos, lateri my darlings # Sunday, May 04, 2003 ( 10:36 PM ) When the evening comes, I'll know where I want to be. Oh sweet, sweet inner limits. Sweeter than Loveline, that is for sure. Loveline is not sweet, it is destructive and intrusive. Little cousin (not so little, actually) has left, he helped with big show sets. Anyways, tech week soon, so it's off to bed. lateri # Friday, May 02, 2003 ( 9:27 PM ) don't can't Yay. Accusatory week (is that a word). My parents have made some new phone rules (laws). My grandmother is in town... oh how happy. Sad misfortune, what strange fate has condemned me to misfunction? So... in English, Franco Zefferelli's Romeo and Juliet. Poor Juliet was suffocating in cleavage. *long break for dinner* Do you know how scary it is to be walking towards the door of your dark room and sense a glowing light... and then realize that it's your T-shirt? It is rather freaky. After school today Batia and I wandered aimlessly... good times. I am sad that my turtle is spending a lonely night at Uni without me. Last night I thought about how symbolic my bed is before I sniffled myself to sleep. When I was thinking about the symbolism of my bed I altered the covers and pillows so that I only slept with one pillow and without my blankies. (*tear*) Um... yes, I still sleep with my blankies. (big blankie and little blankie). They are both a pink pattern with lacy edges. I used to think that the little one was softer but maybe not. When I woke up I was like "whoah... no blankies" I love my blankies and am surprised that I can sleep without them. When I was in 2nd grade, I went to sleep away girl scout camp. I didn't want to bring my blankies, probably because blankies are for babies, so my mommy made me a pillowcase out of the same material. Yay. Tomorrow is my Dad's birthday party and big show work day. I think I'll do some homework now and then shower. Then I will sleep. I think that I will sleep with my blankies because I feel very close to them. I will also read my body image book and my cults book. I want to draw but I can't because I don't have time. And yet I have time for you, wonderful blog. I had a really good idea for an art project but right now it is a secret. Maybe if you ask I will whisper it into your ear. But only if you are the person that I am writing this too. I had a dream last night about a bug, it had proglottids. Today I wondered what directors do when they see people that they *really* want to star in their movies. Do they just go up to them? To they stalk them to find out their phone number? Do they appear everywhere you go until they know you? (is that stalking). I like this post. Sadly, it must end because Ariana just called. Oh well. At least not all good things come to an end. latri. # |
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