Can't you see Grandma's watching her stories?

It's been real.

Sat, 27 May 2006 22:14:18 GMT

i'll tap the brake while you crack the window

Thu, 25 May 2006 01:56:18 GMT

Today was the day of fallen-through plans. I expected to spend my last senior day running around having adventures, but all I did today was watch TV, play on the computer, and have a really awkward job interview with an Indian guy who called me a "youngster". Sweet.

Tomorrow, instead of going to 4th period, I'm job hunting. And since I hate driving with a passion (side effect from all my near-death experiences), I have Mesa and Far West as my only options. I've already applied to Blockbuster, both Northwest Pharmacies, a bunch of places I don't want to work at because they're too far, and today, some cleaners (see: the Indian guy).
Places I'm applying tomorrow:
- County Line (ugh... hostessing)
- CVS Pharmacy (ewww)
- Cookies in Bloom (I doubt they'll hire me after last year's fiasco... don't ask)
- Old Quarry Library (do they even have people who aren't volunteers?)
- Goodwill Donation Center (I'm so excited. Heavy lifting!)
- Kabloom (doubt they'll hire me, they already have Lisa Solomon)
- Sports Authority (although I am NOT a sports authority)
and my personal favorite,
- Hearing Aid Express
I don't know if you have to have special qualifications to work there (most likely a PhD in old people), but I'm going to try.

Wed, 24 May 2006 00:01:04 GMT

This morning I went to my calculus final, even though I didn't have to go. It was wicked fun though, Erica Lee and I wandered around the building. I discovered a room behind the librarian's desk that I never knew existed, the percussion room, and the girls' dressing room in the theater. It's so weird discovering new places at Anderson, considering I've been there for four years.
Then we went to Mr. Powell's room and played Pictionary and history trivia with Ig Paz, Olivia, Melissa Feather, and Peter Pham. Peter Pham, I must say, is an enjoyable fellow. It is really too bad I never met him before today. Anydangways, Erica and I (inspired by Olivia's epic poem to Mr. Powell) wrote a poem to Mrs. Gunter. If you really want to read it, it'll be on my AIM profile for a while.
Then newspaper final! ULTIMATE CHAOS. We eventually managed to all get to Kirby Lane and order, but it literally took an hour and a half to get our food. We each got a slip of paper with one person to talk about, and we went around in a circle. It was quite sad/funny/hectic, and I was very proud of Tracy for not crying. She's been a big ball of tears for the past three weeks or so.
Then, graduation practice. Surprisingly short, and quasi-enjoyable. Fun seeing some lovely people, and the teacher I sat next to was surprisingly nice. However.... we can't throw our hats because of "safety issues"??? WHATTTTTT!?!??! This upsets me greatly. What do they think will happen?
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/trjnlaura06/graduation.jpg

PS. Where are we supposed to look as we walk to our seats at graduation? I feel awkward with all the teachers staring at me.

i've got nothing to give you except everything

Sun, 07 May 2006 02:03:44 GMT

Oh, what a crazy, topsy-turvy day!

Let me begin with last night. I went to see Eisley with Afua, Brynn, Aaron, and Nebeale (spelling?). Eisley was, as expected, AMAZING. The opening bands were wretched, however. They both had really hot bassists though, so Afua and I were mollified. (PS Afua, I looked up Sexy Bassist McDreamerson, and his name is WYLIE!!! IM IN LOVE!!!)

So I went home directly after the concert so I could get some sleep before the review session, which started at 8 the next morning. (Mr. Loeffler, you are a sadist.) Knowing my class and their proclivity towards drinking, I figured Katie, Colleen, Afua and I would be the only ones there. So I wore pajamas. Au contraire! There was a good 20 people there. Slightly embarrassing at first, but that's the way it goes sometimes.

So I was at the review session from 8-12, and I don't think I learned a single thing. Not Loeff's fault, it was just too dang humid to learn. Then I came home and my dad informed me that someone was coming to see the house. I refused to leave, but I really hate interacting with random strangers. I considered hiding in my closet but settled for a belligerent glare (oh, those rebellious teens!).

Did anatomy homework, worked out, took a shower, wrapped Julie's present, then headed out to pick up Katharine. We went to Logan's Ice House or something like that. The waiters made Julie sing "I'm a Little Teapot" in front of everyone. Apparently it was supposed to be a joke, but she really did it. What a pimp.

After eating... oh man. Let me try to condense this. Basically, it's raining like no other, and we try to take shelter in Katharines house but we're locked out so I drive her to her aunt's. In the process, all three of us get soaked, I almost kill us 32498327432 times, and we listen to some sweet tunes.

Now I'm waiting until 10 when I'm FINALLY going to go see "stick it".

Let me ask you the question I asked Missy/Katharine but got no response:
Ok, so say a crazy serial killer was going to murder you (but pain isn't a problem, he's just going to whack you on the head or something). Would you rather
A) Have him kill you in your sleep, so you'd never really know what's going on
B) Wake up, so that you're aware of what's happening
I don't know, each have merits. I mean, I'd be really pissed off if I woke up dead. Or rather, I wasn't aware that I was being killed. But I wouldn't really want the last thing I saw on this world to be a crazy murderer face.
Thoughts?

Wed, 03 May 2006 21:54:45 GMT

BEST QUASI-BIRTHDAY EVER.

So far, 18 is owning 17. We'll see how it goes.

Wed, 26 Apr 2006 21:37:28 GMT

Today I bet Rebecca that I would get all 4s and 5s on the AP test. And if I get all 5s, I get 50 bucks! You are now a witness.

In second period today, we were supposed to calculate all of the scholarships we've gotten. I couldn't remember exactly what I got so I did it about five minutes ago. Because I applied to a few crappy schools, I got a lot. Guess. No, seriously, guess! I'll give you a hint. It's over $1000 and under $1000000. Whoever is the closest gets M&Ms.

Laura W- I can't do your fun letter game because I seriously can't think of U words. All I got is ukelele, umbrella, and uterus, and I have very little idea how to make those relate to my life.

Last order of business. Word on the street is that people don't think Grinnell is a good school. Despite the fact that they accepted me, and the fact that they're in Iowa, they are AMAZING!
GRINNELL FUN FACTS:
- It is ranked 16th in the nation by USNews.
- They have the highest percentage of any college of students who join the Peace Corps.
- They have one of the highest per capita endowments in the country (aka they're flipping rich).
- It is ranked 13 in the United States for per capita production of science and engineering PhDs.
- 97% of professors hold the highest degree in their field.
- They have a campus in London.
- Their retention rate was 92% last year.
- 25%-75% SAT is 1320-1480.

So yeah. Basically it dominates. And devastates. And blows people away.

the importance of being fern-est

Sun, 23 Apr 2006 19:05:55 GMT

So, as an early birthday present my mom bought me a miniature fern for my room/future dorm room. I'm SO excited. It's adorable.

However, I feel that it is vital for my fern to have a name. I'm going to talk to it constantly, because I won't make friends in college, and in order for me to converse properly with it, it must be named.

I've thought of some. Some aren't even proper names, but whatever. Vote for your favorite, and suggestions are welcome.
- Milo
- Karl (I'd say we're fern material)
- Milton
- Death Cab Fern Cutie (huh?)
- The Plant formerly known as Fern
- Fern-gie (ahhh black eyed peas get out of my soul!)
- Fern Shizzle
- Disco InFERNo (fern, baby, fern)
- Fernest Hemingway
- Christofern Colombus
- Franz Fern-dinand

i hope you've got a big trunk because i'm putting my bike in it

Mon, 17 Apr 2006 21:29:28 GMT

I just e-mailed all of my colleges to tell them I'm not going. It was surprisingly unemotional. I thought I'd be sad telling Carleton no, but I guess the fact that I completely couldn't afford it (despite the killer drawing I sent them) softened the blow. I feel bad enough making my parents pay for Grinnell. Quality ain't cheap! And I'll probably go to grad school... ouch. Hope they weren't planning on retiring soon. I'm trying to help them out, money-wise, so you know what that means....

...JOB SEARCH 2K6 HAS OFFICIALLY COMMENCED!
My criteria:
~ In the mornings only
~ Pays over 7.00 an hour
~ Don't have to prepare food (I know I'd poison someone)
~ No janatorial work

I applied to Blockbuster today, but I doubt they'll hire me because I'm always in there being generally annoying. Once Rikki and I knocked over a shelf of video games while we were fighting over what to get. Classy!

I'm going to go pick out what classes to take next year. Homework? Scholarship apps? AP tests? Nah.

Sat, 15 Apr 2006 13:36:29 GMT

I just sent in my Grinnell deposit! SUCCESS!!! I'm Iowa bound!!!

And now I have probably the best day ever ahead of me: Breakfast with KARL, then going to Jamlean (king kool lounges!! yessss!!), dying easter eggs, and then watching Dodgeball with my sister. AND I'm going to college!!

this is a goooooood day.

Grinnell Campus Visit

Sun, 09 Apr 2006 15:45:16 GMT

so, i'm back from grinnell (pronounced grin (like the smile) ell (like the letter L))! this is going to be wordy, i apologize in advance.

so thursday morning i left to go visit. and let me just say, i'm pretty much in love! at my other college visits, i pretty much sat around all day. at grinnell...

thursday: i got in around 5, met my host, ate dinner with a table comprised entirely of black, indian, and hispanic lesbians (they made jokes about jews the entire time), saw a documentary film about the rwandan genocide, went to a folk concert, and then went to bed.
friday: woke up early, visited the library (WHICH HAS THESE SWEET STUDY-JUNGLE-GYM THINGS!!!), went to a reception for admitted students, went to a class (literary analysis, they were discussing this amazing book called "dream on monkey mountain"), met amy my grinnellfriend, went on a tour, ate lunch, went to the student organizations fair (i'm going to join the swing-dance club!), went to an art gallery, played racquetball, went to another class (calculus II), met a fellow texan, went to the faculty fair, went to a lecture on the resurgence of anti-semitism in the west, watched a hardcore game of ultimate frisbee, went to dinner, went to a movie in the campus cinema, and then went to sleep.

Grinnell is just awesome. The dorms are nice, they have a dining hall that looks like the one in harry potter, their library is amazing, and the food is actually pretty good! The students I met were really cool, and the teachers were nice. I'm about 98.9 percent sure I'll be going there.

But I realized that no one here even knows where Iowa is. So, to educate you all, I've prepared a little visual aid.

This is Iowa.
Yeah, it's pretty hot. Its main exports are
CORN
BEANS
Its capital is Des Moines, pronounced De Moin. "Yeah, let's put two S's in our capital's name, but not pronounce either!!"

It is also known as the "Hawkeye State".

Their state motto is "Our liberties we prize and our rights we will maintain".

Hey, at least it's better than "Friendship". Way to go, Texas.
John Wayne was from Iowa.

Iowa has the highest percentage of grade-A topsoil in the nation.

In conclusion, Iowa is pretty lame. Sorry Iowians (Iowites? Iowanians?). But Grinnell is cool, and that's all that matters.

Oh yeah, I'll update about prom later.

Now we can swim any day in November

Tue, 04 Apr 2006 21:24:03 GMT

I'm on a livejournaling streak. It's like a winning streak but six thousand times lamer. And with no winning. Awwww.

Today was pretty good I suppose. I woke up early, went to school, did nothing, went to class (more nothing), had fun lunch time adventures, newspaper (lower than nothing... sub-nothing), came home, and am now sitting at my computer, doing, you guessed it, nothing.
But my jampacked schedule is being interrupted today. I have to go to this reception for national merit peoples... and I REALLY don't want to go. My mom is literally forcing me to go with a cattle prod. At least Libdor the Burninator will be there. Hopefully she doesn't manage to burn the place down.
~ Mr. G gave me a high five. He is obviously way cool.
~ I put up SADD posters with Ladd today, and he wouldn't stop singing "We Want the Funk". Quite aggravating.
~ Target commercials are the WEIRDEST THINGS EVER!!!!!
~ My back hurts. I'm getting old and crotchety. Soon I'll sit on the porch all day yelling at the scalawags to get off my lawn.
~ Our house is officially on the market now. There's a sign in the front... weird.

Anyone have ideas for where I should work this summer?

Mon, 03 Apr 2006 21:54:09 GMT

Well, I got accepted to Emory. And I have got to stop only updating when I get in somewhere!

So... I got accepted everywhere I wanted. But, cannot pay. I'm getting so stressed out I drank an almost full bottle of syrup today. SYRUP!!! EW!!! I can feel my arteries deteriorating because my blood is so full of sugar chunks. Where am I going to go... it's a mess.

Oberlin sent me a t-shirt today. It's really big and seriously ugly, but I'm going to wear it tomorrow anyways. Maybe I'll cut it up or something.

School is a waste of time.
I got 4th place in headline writing in UIL, and I'm overly proud of it.
I have paint on my leg because I made Kelsey/Lindy/Steph bags.
I need to pack for my Grinnell trip.
I hate the "sensational!" Wendy's commercial.

the endless agony!!!!

Tue, 28 Mar 2006 03:20:53 GMT

since my last entry i've gotten into:
northeastern (massachusetts)
carleton (minnesota)
oberlin (ohio)

i, obviously, rule at college. however, i do not rule at getting financial aid, and therefore my college-getting-into skills are rendered worthless. oh well. hendrix bound!!

i was considering making a deep entry about change and college and moving on, but my stomach hurts immensely. it's practically impossible to think about anything remotely complicated when you have a stomachache. it's unfortunate how we never notice body parts until they hurt. well, actually, once i had a sore throat for a week. it was wretched. so now i congratulate my throat every once in a while for working correctly. maybe i should do the same with my stomach. my throat was probably bragging and it got jealous. poor thing, i'm sorry i neglected you!

i don't even know what i'm talking about, but it's ok because only like four people are on livejournal anymore.

they flashed a photograph, it couldn't be you

Sun, 12 Mar 2006 22:37:32 GMT

Sorry livejournal acquaintances, I have somehow broken my computer. It keeps flashing "the driver NH4 is on an infinite loop". Yeah, that makes total sense. Therefore, I am on my laptop, which was made circa 126327 BC, weighs a metric ton, and is ridiculously slow. So, until my compy is fixed/stops hating me, I probably won't be updating. Sorry, friends!!

But, to keep you up to date till now, this spring break has been amazing!! So far it has contained:
- kite flying
- skipping school :o
- shady grove
- katharine saving me from certain death
- high school musical dance-a-long
- my cousin's wedding
- shopping on the riverwalk
- playgrounds
- work drama
- target adventures

Wow. Can it GET any better??? OH WAIT IT TOTALLY CAN! Tonight I'm going to see the deep sea 3-D imax. I am so flipping excited. It's like a massive orgy of all the things I like: 3-D, IMAX, and deep sea fangly fishes. Be jealous. Or just come, its at 8 but they advise you to get there 20 minutes early. Don't know why, maybe to prepare mentally for the awesome.
And then tomorrow is camping. I LOVE SPRING BREAK!!!!!!!!!!

Oh and PS- My sister just informed me that the guy who played Jason, the red power ranger, is now doing gay porn. Discuss.

yes, i realize that i only talk about college now. it's a disease.

Mon, 27 Feb 2006 20:33:22 GMT

I GOT INTO GRINNELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(it's a small liberal arts college in iowa with an average SAT score of 1390.)

i'm really stoked because it's the first non-safety i've gotten into. and they are giving me 12,000 a year!

just in case you wanted to know.

arkansas: land of 1,000 churches... per person

Sun, 26 Feb 2006 03:30:24 GMT

so, i am going to write a detailed description of my hendrix trip. then never speak of it again.

ok, so the plane trip there was pretty boring. then we arrive in little rock, get a car, and start driving to conway. on the way, we see about 17 lakes (prime breeding ground for mosquitoes, according to locals) and no less than 2398472398472 churches. i'm barely exaggerating. there were more churches than houses, leaving me to suspect that one person somehow goes to more than one church.
"where do you go to church?"
"well, my left leg goes to united methodist, my right prefers first baptist, and my left hand goes to st. mary's."
"what about your right hand?"
"oh, it's atheist."
they had the CRAZIEST town names, too. we saw signs for snowball, pocahontas, and england. we actually ventured through pickles gap (contrary to popular belief, they only make fudge. don't ask, i have absolutely no idea).
but the absolute best part of the trip there was this billboard:

for those of you who don't speak hillbilly, that translates to: did you eat? j'eet -> ja eat -> didja eat -> did you eat.
OH MY GOD. i told my dad to turn the car around, i'd seen enough. i like having all my teeth, i hate banjo, and i'm not romantically interested in any of my cousins, so i definitely wouldn't fit in. unfortunately, he dismissed my pleas and i was forced to continue.
but dude. campus was so pretty. the buildings were all super nice, the teachers were beyond cool, and the students were nice. there was even a group of them protesting for gay rights a few streets down. whoa!
so we get there and then just wander around for about three hours, then i go to dinner for students and am unbelievably, excruciatingly awkward. i end up at a table with four band kids, and they pretty much just talk about band for an hour. did you know theres more than one type of saxophone??? ME NEITHER! i tried to steer the conversation to something less lame, like, i don't know, ANYTHING, but they wouldn't have any of it. band = life for these kids.
then we went back to our hotel because i had to finish writing my presentation for the next morning. we were supposed to prepare a discussion for one of four literary works they gave us. i worked on it SO hard. it was probably about 5,000 words of pure literary genius. i was up until about 3:30, then worked on it from 8:30 to 10:30 the next morning.
so i go to the interview place and walk inside the room. i have my seven pages of notes ready and waiting. so the first question they ask me is "why did you pick this passage?" valid question, totally have an answer prepared. so i bust it out, then am about to go into my paper when they say "so what are your extracurriculars?" i give them a blank look. "ummm... don't i have to do a presentation?" "no, this is more about you and your interests."
WHAT-WHAT-WHAT?!?!?! first of all, hendrix, you told me that i was doing a presentation. secondly, i hadn't prepared any answers about my extracurricular interests. i was on my own for this one.
so i was really awkward and bad. AWFUL. make that AWFUL. i'm not being self-deprecating, if i had been interviewing me, i would have hated myself. they asked me my position on whether minimum wage should be abolished or not. i was absent that day in class, i didnt know what i was talking about!! i completely forgot about newspaper, i repeated myself over and over, i was wishy-washy on my positions, and i committed the cardinal sin of interviews.
"so laura, why do you want to come here?"
"well, i applied to beloit because..."
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! not beloit! hendrix! hendrix! i love hendrix!! hendrix forever!!
but the damage was done. honestly, who DOES that?
by the end, i was totally and completely frazzled.
"well, is there anything else you think we should know about you?"
"ummmmm................... i really like crossword puzzles."
i swear, if they give me that scholarship there's no way i'm going there, because that means i was one of the best people there. you'd have to be borderline retarded to do worse than me, seriously.

Thu, 23 Feb 2006 03:02:34 GMT

Argh! So right now I'm filling out Beloit's housing application (because I have absolutely nothing else to do) and it's wonderfully complicated. One of the questions is "Please list the characteristics friends use to describe you." So, help me out. Throw out some adjectives! You can even do it anonymously if you're bashful.

PS- Also, they ask you to circle what types of music you like. One of the options is "emo". Beloit! So trendy! So far I've circled alternative, folk, hippie (?), indie, reggae, and techno. I think I'm going to write in "High School Musical".
PPS- Hahaha what the fuck is "rockabilly"???

Nine coconuts? Now we can make a pyramid!

Sun, 19 Feb 2006 22:07:39 GMT

I'm hooooooooooooooooooome!!!

Oh, the things I've seen in Ohio/Wisconsin! More accurately, the things I didn't see because the whole time everything was covered in snow. Brrrrr. In Wisconsin, it actually got down to -12 degrees. No, I didn't mistype that. NEGATIVE TWELVE DEGREES.

Well, we arrived in Oberlin at around one o'clock Thursday. It was dreary, disgusting weather.
First of all, we went to an information session. It was only me and this other girl, who was TERRIFYING. I think she was taking steroids or something, because she was huge and seriously muscular, with a super low voice. I smiled at her and she growled at me. Literally growled. No, seriously. Me: tentative smile. Her: Grrrrrr. Later the guy giving the session asked us about our extracurricular activities and I learned that she wrestles, does discus, and plays the recorder. I didn't know that people were even allowed to play the recorder after like 5th grade. Luckily, she had to go practice her recorder skills because she had an audition later that day, so she didn't come with us on the tour.
The campus is really really pretty. Lots of trees! There's constantly someone playing music or singing. The kids are so weird its awesome. Umm... picture me on the days that I dress oddly, but give me blue hair, a guitar, some piercings, and a sign protesting something. THAT is Oberlin. My mom was faintly horrified at first, but by the end of the tour she liked it too.
Negatives? The cost. If they don't come up with some serious merit aid, I'm screwed. Oh yeah, and their mascot is the Yeoman. Yeah, I know. For those of you who have no idea what a Yeoman is, it is "a farmer who cultivates his own land, especially a member of a former class of small freeholders in England". Ahhh! Terrifying. "I'm going to cultivate you to death!!!"

The next day, we went to Beloit. Ohhhh, Beloit. You are so goddamned cold. We went on the tour (at like 2 in the afternoon. mind you) and despite stockings, jeans, long socks, and boots, I couldn't feel my legs after the first five minutes. Campus was GORGEOUS though.
But our trip to Beloit was not simply recreational, I had to compete for scholarships there. Basically, four people interview you. And I had prepared great answers to a bunch of questions that I thought that they would ask me, and they didn't ask a single one. Come on, people! Cut me some slack!
Beloit was also different in that I stayed overnight in a dorm. We all had host students. Mine was a RAGING alcoholic, and so were all of her friends. It was insane. It was 8:30, and they were doing shots of Jack Daniels Whiskey. One girl was sipping vodka from the bottle. Then I got hit on by four (count em, four) ridiculously drunk guys. I have included one conversation below, word for word:

Alcoholic McDrinksalot: (slurring madly) Well helloooooo there! R'you a prospie?
Me: Yep.
AM: Where's you from?
Me: Austin
AM: (confused) Austin...
Me: Austin, Texas? Heard of it?
AM: AH! Yes, yes... I hate Austin.
Me: Why do you hate Austin?
AM: NO! I 'ate TEXAS.
Me: Why?
AM: A girl there screwed m'over hey guess'at I made on my physics test?
Me: Umm... a 98?
AM: NO!!!! A 42!!!!
Me: ...
AM: It was out of 45! 'S the highest grade in the class!
Me: Good job.
AM: Wan'go dance wimme?
Me: Actually, I have to go bye see you never!

Unfortunately, they're all freshmen so I'll definitely have to deal with them next year. Oh well. I went to some classes and they're pretty cool so if I end up there I won't be too upset. The professors are great! Plus there are a ton of REALLY good looking guys there.
Negatives? The bitter cold, everyone being an alcoholic.
But what is Beloit's mascot, you ask? THE BUCCANEER. And the turtle. It's a really long story, but it's both. I like schools with insane mascots.

So, bottom line, I liked both and if I end up at either I'll be completely fine.

we're sooooooaring, flyyyyying

Tue, 14 Feb 2006 04:02:04 GMT

'High School Musical' is so freaking good. The best made for TV disney movie yet. No, it's better than that, it's the greatest movie of all time. No, it's the pinnacle of achievement of Western civilization! No! THE ULTIMATE CREATION EVER MADE BY MAN.

I'm not exaggerating. Watch it, and just give into the cliched goodness of it all.

Fri, 10 Feb 2006 23:00:48 GMT

So... totally got rejected from Rice today. Not like I wasn't expecting it, though. And I had already decided that I didn't want to go there. But still, it's mildly depressing.

Umm... that is all.

push me and and just touch me till i can get my satisfaction satisfaction

Thu, 09 Feb 2006 05:15:12 GMT

i do love me some good techno. and the song i'm listening to is not good, but its addicting nonetheless. i seriously can't stop listening to it!!

anyway, today was my last day at goodwill. i was actually very sad leaving everyone... until crazy bad-smelling lady who comes in at 8:50 and always complains about prices came in. followed by the hispanic lady who always keeps one hand inside her coat and buys endless picture frames and figurines. followed by the TERRIFYING crazy-haired lady who frightens me even more than the burger king guy does. then i was like "see you later, suckers!"

but we had some good times. adrianna finding that sex book and reading it to customers, pricing each other secretly, riding the bikes around the store, dancing to "gold digger", finding innuendo in everything, learning new words like "hoof" and "skeeza", stamping each other with the stamps meant for the checks, wearing halloween costumes and gaudy christmas sweaters, ribbon dancing with our register tape, turning off the open sign two hours early, perfume fights, tim telling me that if i become a stripper my stage name should be "phoenix", serenading ashley, you good MY will!, stealing lollipops, screaming "INDECENCY!" if the mannequins became undressed, picnics, avoiding the dollar man (he was so creepy), hiding in the dress section, making odd announcements on the intercom, looking through the box of porn someone donated, scraping our initials into the newly painted floor of the dressing room...

oh man, i'm a little sad. but it's all for the best, really. goodwill was like a tumor. a benign tumor, but still, you want to get rid of it because who likes tumors?

that was quite possibly the worst analogy i have ever heard.

RIP GOODWILL
June 19 - February 8

"it's always nice when people just say 'here, have money'" - my mom

Thu, 19 Jan 2006 23:41:39 GMT

AHHHHHH!!!H!H!HH!H!H!HH!H!H!H!H!H!!!!!

Hendrix just offered me a $18,000 per year academic scholarship!!!!!

I fell for you like a blind roofer.

Sun, 15 Jan 2006 06:30:16 GMT

So, it's about 12:30 right now and my parents are out of town. Therefore, I am out partying. OH WAIT no I'm not. I'm sitting here playing online pool with Richard and talking on this college website I'm obsessed with.
Sometimes I just want to punch myself in the face for being a complete tool.

(ps- internet pool is kickass)

do you feel like a puzzle, can't find your missing piece

Fri, 13 Jan 2006 05:48:38 GMT

My head hurts and my eyes keep unfocusing. Hm. Maybe it's the fact that I watched twelve hundred million hours of TV tonight. Seriously, from the second I got home until I started writing this, solid TV. I'm wasting my formative years.

Ouch! Seriously! I think I have a brain tumor, or a blood clot, or possibly a neuroglic dyempepsia. Yeah, I made that last one up. It feels like... Jackie Chan is kicking me repeatedly in the side of the head. Actually, both sides of the head. Don't know how he's managing that one. Gravity is nothing to Jackie Chan! He INVENTED gravity. Wait, I think that was Chuck Norris, never mind.

Anyways. What happened today... oh, I interviewed this kid. He was positively adorable, but a terrible interview because he was so shy. He said "I don't know" for four out of ten questions. And the ones he did answer... well, pure gold.

Example:
Me- "If you were to describe Science Bowl in one word, what would it be?"
Him- "Umm.... bowl."
Me- "...what?"
Him- "I don't know."

Lately I've been stooping to written interviews because it's the only way that you can pry something intelligible out of people.

What do you people think of Samuel Alito? I would love to hear opinions.

you can call me aaron burr from the way i'm dropping hamiltons

Thu, 05 Jan 2006 06:12:10 GMT

ok, so i lied about being done with college. well, not quite. i thought it was true at the time. does that make it true? it was true, but is now false? a conditional truth? what is truth, really?

ummm... i'll leave that one to you kids to figure out. well, long story short, i had a serious college panic attack (yeah! lucky number four!) during newspaper, and decided to apply to northeastern. it's in boston. it has the major i want. umm... that's pretty much all i know about it. thank god there wasn't a "why do you want to go here?" essay.

PLUS then i would go to northeastern and my sister would go to southwestern. it's like... a compass of knowledge!

school today was... schoolly. why the flip do i sit in the front of every class now? i much preferred skulking around the back in my cloak of darkness, but no. have to pretend to pay attention now.

if a woolly mammoth was charging straight at you, what would you do?