"He'll sit there and go, Dipsy... Po... Dipsy... Po. I honestly don't think he knows colors. Just Teletubbies."

10.31.2004

"I don't want to see a teacher with cleavage again, ever."

Maggie's party was a blast, despite Chels and I having highly constrained breathing. So here are quotes, because you guys deserve them.

Schmeeze: No, I love to hand out candy! Because then when you open the door, you can say "trick or treat" to the kids!

Schmeeze: He needs an enlargement pill!

Me, eating a Krispy Kreme: Hey, Chels, Mags, I can hear myself getting fatter!
Chelsea: I still love that she said that as if she has fat to begin with. Hey, you know what would be adorable? If Madame got all stressed out about something and ate a bunch of Krispy Kremes and got pudgy. Wouldn't she be so cute?
Me: You know this is totally coming up during class on Monday, right?

Bet: Your MOM said that? Is she just the most terrible person?!?!

[I'm holding Maggie's bichon frise, Max]
Maggie: Cate, you're, like, the same size as the dog.

[I say something involving sex.]
Caitlyn: Why are you talking about sex?!
Tricia: Um, she's just happy because she had sex yesterday.
Schmeeze, sarcastically: God, Cate, I told you not to tell anyone!

Maggie: Hey, Stary, did you see Cate in the paper?
Stary (a teacher, with no cleavage, thank god): No, I don't get the paper. I get all my news from The Simpsons.

Maggie, wielding the drill: Will this interfere with my screwing?
Stary: Nothing could interfere with your screwing, Maggie, because you haven't been nailed yet. And being nailed comes from getting hammered!

Stary: Were the Bush twins there? I like those girls.
Maggie: Stary!
Stary: I don't want to marry them or anything!
Me: Oh, just dig yourself a little bit deeper, Stary.

10.29.2004

Unilingual.

This afternoon I was speaking French and Das Vater was speaking German and my mother realized that she's going to have to learn Arabic or something wonky like that to make up for being unilingual this long, because it won't be long before Fake Sick ends up taking Spanish with The Pushover.

"SHUT UP AND BE CAROL!" -me, to Chelsea, doing dialogues in French class

Hi, everyone. It's me. I was in the Green Bay Press-Gazette this morning, and right now I am pretending to type up an English paper with Betty Jean. As you can see, I lie. And, according to Pencil Case, I just have "charisma to burn."

[Chels is blabbling when we're supposed to be doing dialogues.]
Me: SHUT UP AND BE CAROL!
Chels: Ha, I'm so putting that in my blog!
Me: Good, then you'll actually update it.

Maggie is a gargoyle. And, for the record, there IS a goat in every church. Also, I'm going to buy room 203 a new door when I'm rich, because it keeps eating peoples' hands (i.e., mine) and refusing to open. Then I'm going to buy all new keyboards, because these suck, and then I'm going to buy SMS twenty-five matching copies of Johnny Tremain.

Hee, during regular English today, not pretending-to-type English, which is what we're having right now, the room next door was emanating with bizarro alien music and we all started laughing. English Teacher: "It sounds like they're having fun."

Betty Jean just discovered the "cool little gadgets." And now I'm going.

10.28.2004

"I can hear myself getting fatter!" --Genius Idea, after numerous Krispy Kremes

French club this morning, which meant Krispy Kremes, but then Pencil Case forgot about French club and also brought Krispy Kremes for his birthday treat. We are such pigs. Although Genius Idea was in sort of a bad mood today, for about ten minutes, because some girl was whining about room arrangements for the Europe trip (yeah, I overheard, and, girl, shut up and be happy you get to go). But then Maggie did quotation fingers (now we will forever say "la papeterie" with quoty fingers) and Paul didn't know the answers ("I didn't get this one." "Have you noticed that it always happens this way, Paul?" "I have, Madame, I have.") and we got more Krispy Kremes and it was all okay. And Chelsea was not sick today, so the last five minutes of class were perfect: just sitting there, all of us, eating Krispy Kremes. Such a moment of unity.

Yay, our band gets to play for GWB. I don't like him one bit, but I'm still going to be happy for them because playing for famous people is seriously something to write home about. (And put on a resume, if you're La Mere.) (Also, I'm starting to realize I don't like Kerry all that much either. But my new rule is "no politics". Because the whole world does not need to know who you like, who you hate, and who you're voting for, you can keep it to yourself and no one will get pissed off at you or disagree with your opinion. Then again, that's just mine. But we can all find much more interesting things to talk about, and still be happy that our school bands are GONNA BE FAMOUSE!!!11111ONE, even if you don't like the person who's giving them this opportunity.)

Me: It's a joint effort.
Maggie: Like a knuckle!

Emily: I have a question! It's really important, I promise.
Mr. B: Okay, Emily.
Emily: Do goldfish come from lakes?

I filled in the pattern that my pants left on my hand when I sat on it during world history. It's very cool. The right-click button of this mouse is thisclose to falling off. I actually don't have any real homework, except for studying for ICP, memorizing the Notre Pere (I already have), and that stupid English paper that's due on Wednesday. I'm so, so tired of the Odyssey that even O Brother Where Art Thou? might be a strain to deal with right now.

"I can hear myself getting fatter!" --Genius Idea, after numerous Krispy Kremes

French club this morning, which meant Krispy Kremes, but then Pencil Case forgot about French club and also brought Krispy Kremes for his birthday treat. We are such pigs. Although Genius Idea was in sort of a bad mood today, for about ten minutes, because some girl was whining about room arrangements for the Europe trip (yeah, I overheard, and, girl, shut up and be happy you get to go). But then Maggie did quotation fingers (now we will forever say "la papeterie" with quoty fingers) and Paul didn't know the answers ("I didn't get this one." "Have you noticed that it always happens this way, Paul?" "I have, Madame, I have.") and we got more Krispy Kremes and it was all okay. And Chelsea was not sick today, so the last five minutes of class were perfect: just sitting there, all of us, eating Krispy Kremes. Such a moment of unity.

Yay, our band gets to play for GWB. I don't like him one bit, but I'm still going to be happy for them because playing for famous people is seriously something to write home about. (And put on a resume, if you're La Mere.) (Also, I'm starting to realize I don't like Kerry all that much either. But my new rule is "no politics". Because the whole world does not need to know who you like, who you hate, and who you're voting for, you can keep it to yourself and no one will get pissed off at you or disagree with your opinion. Then again, that's just mine. But we can all find much more interesting things to talk about, and still be happy that our school bands are GONNA BE FAMOUSE!!!11111ONE, even if you don't like the person who's giving them this opportunity.)

Me: It's a joint effort.
Maggie: Like a knuckle!

Emily: I have a question! It's really important, I promise.
Mr. B: Okay, Emily.
Emily: Do goldfish come from lakes?

I filled in the pattern that my pants left on my hand when I sat on it during world history. It's very cool. The right-click button of this mouse is thisclose to falling off. I actually don't have any real homework, except for studying for ICP, memorizing the Notre Pere (I already have), and that stupid English paper that's due on Wednesday. I'm so, so tired of the Odyssey that even O Brother Where Art Thou? might be a strain to deal with right now.

10.27.2004

"My cousins talk like that." "Are they young?" "No, they're from Bonduel."

DAMMIT AOL JUST DELETED MY WHOLE LOVELY POST AND I STILL HAVEN'T MEMORIZED THE POINTS OF THE INSPIRED VIEW FOR THEOLOGY.

(Although I can now say "In the morning, I eat my binder" in French. And that was just the weirdest sentence I formed off the top of my head with the Chapitre Trois vocabulary.)

Okay. Going to memorize now. Buhbye my little peeps.

Vaguenosity.

Yeah. So, even though WinDVD is Satan, I'm watching my shiny new OC DVDs on my computer when I'm also working on the screenplay, because I want to and also because I told Pencil Case he could read some of it tomorrow, since he seemed to Get It. Or at least Get that it was not a BIG PLOT ACTION MOVIE. I'm also intermittently studying for the four quizzes I have tomorrow, but I'm not going to overstudy and I'm going to get eight hours of sleep. Seriously. Because I neeeeeed a happy report card, and I want my information stored in the right boxes of my brain.

Okay. I love Kelly Rowan's facial expressions. And Adam Brody is hot. Bye.

10.26.2004

Geek Chic.

I am waiting very impatiently to get my geek-chic glasses. Sigh. It took me three tries to get a computer with working internet. I am not too happy with my report card, at least not what I know of it. So now I'm very determined to do well on every single test/quiz I have on Thursday/Friday (I think I have one in every subject except for English, where we just have minor quizzes every day, and world history, because we just had a test). (Actually, I could probably fail my French quiz and still get an A, but I'm not going to try that, because if I get a 100 I'll have a 99, which is an A+, and that would pretty much make my day.) The new Entertainment Weekly is here.

I have war wounds from French class. No kidding. I'm going to take pictures of the wound on my digital camera. (I am going to try not to mention that it's from me elbowing the corner of the filing cabinet instead of Maggie whilst we rushed up to the assignment board to erase the word "POOPIES.")

Diana on complex numbers: Oh, are these the fake ones?!

Paul: Maggie, what do you have?
Maggie: 95, you?
Paul: Oh, me too. (Paul gets upset when Maggie and I do better than him at French. Which is all the time.)
Me: I have a 98.
Paul: Well, why don't I just bake you a cookie then?
Me: Really, why don't you?

We have our first playoff game tonight against Luxemburg-Casco. L-C is not selling tickets because they hate our fans. As Genius Idea says: "They're not selling tickets because they don't want you guys there." This is so true. Last year is the only year L-C has not sent a letter to the editor about our behavior at our games against them. I'm not sure if this is just them being ridiculous or us being truly horrid, since I've never been to an NDA vs. L-C game, but the "they hate us because they think we're spoiled rich Catholic kids" has been floated around quite a few times. Nothing against anyone who goes to L-C, but NDA is a bit tired of being put under a microscope just because it's a private school.

Okay. I'm going to chill out and read EW and pretend I'm not antsy about my HOT NEW GLASSES.

10.25.2004

"I'll peck you with my hat!" --Princess Di

Yeah, so, it was a dress-up day today, and it kind of turned out that jeans and a T-shirt didn't count, even if you still brought your dollar for charity. Which was kind of what I wore, although, in my own defense, it is a Halloween T-shirt. And, as expected, this announcement was made during first hour, which meant that I was in French (seriously, speaker announcements took at least seven minutes today. It was ridiculous, since we have an early dismissal and therefore, our periods are only 32 minutes long), and I was up correcting people's crappy grammar on the wipe board. Genius Idea apologized for having to give me a referral, but then guess what? She never did. It was fabulous. I hope she doesn't see me and remember, since that would kind of suck.

Anyway, people I barely know have complimented my highlights, although members of my tight posse did not notice, which is kind of insane. Maybe my posse is just not as hair-oriented as the rest of the school. (Actually, that is probably a true statement.) Anyway, I'm going to go do my homework so I can go to Zesty's before I have to get my ridiclous picture taken at 4:30. I still haven't figured out what I'm going to wear, although I have a vagueish idea. Okay. Seriously. I'm going to go do my world history now. I swear.

10.24.2004

Femmes au Foyer Désespérées

That, my friends, is how you say "Desperate Housewives" en francais. Which I find greatly amusing, almost as amusing as... leafblowers! Seriously, I got to leaf-blow today. In the immortal words of Chellie, "Cate + Leafblower = love". The highlights are very pretty, in case you were wondering.

"Will this make my armpits glitter?" -La Mere on the type of Secret antiperspirant that has sparkly packaging.

Yay Desperate Housewives is on tonight, which makes me so obscenely happy. And check out my snarky new userpic. Now I'm going to find something productive to do. (Actually, I just ran out of random things to say.)

Highlights

I'm putting highlights in at the moment. Or, more accurately, waiting for the highlights my mom put in my hair to set in. Really, whoever writes the box labels for Feria must be obsessed with making things eight times as dramatic as they actually are. It's actually really amusing.

Me, at random, in a ridiculous voice: I LIKE SHARP KNIVES!
La Mere: Thank you, Amy Sedaris.

I saw the optometrist yesterday, so Tuesday afternoon I get to pick up my hot new geek-chic glasses. During my exam, La Mere and I got the giggles extremely badly, and then we got our kicks trying on ridiculous 80s glasses. It was quite the event, followed by another event that is called Cate and La Mere Going Shopping. I got a hot T-shirt from Old Navy for The Great Transylvanian Blood Drive, and cute red shoes. And, as you all know now, I slept over at BB's on Friday, so it was altogether an extremely eventful weekend and fairly Vati-free, although for the few hours he was around he drove me absolutely insane. Oh well.

10.23.2004

SMORES AND ELEFUN!

Hello everyone. I am at BB's hizzouse, and this is QUITE THE HAPPENING PARTY. Yes, yes, all four of us, including Betty Jean, who is asleep on the couch. I am drinking Mountain Dew and wearing Tricia's rings, and I love them so I've decided I need to wear more rings but this is a bit of a problem since I wear a size four and a half (I am, as Chelsea says, "teeny tiny", particularly my hands, wrists, and fingers). This is really incoherent and I'm sorry. It's almost one in the morning and I've had two cans of Mountain Dew and I have volleyball at 8 in the morning and I know very well that I'm not going to get eight hours of sleep and therefore I'm not going to remember anything, thankyouverymuch, but I am not taking a test tomorrow.

Smores make me drunk. Long story. Betty Jean almost called Black Beauty "Black Booty", and then we looked at last year's yearbook. Do we have '80s day this year, because, to be honest, it would please me SO GREATLY to wear my mother's old clothing and look completely insane. And to tease my hair, one cannot for get the hair teasing. (I obviously have no shame. Chellie and Maggie and I are already plotting our disco act for Cabaret Night, bwahahahaha. See? Shameless, particularly in the department of hair teasing.)

Really, I wish I had an easier best time than 1-2 in the morning. Seriously, why can't my best time be around nine in the morning? Or after school when I can get my homework done? But, no, I am stuck with two in the morning. I need more rings. BB has the greatest keyboard ever. I have this one chunk of blonde hair and it's really irritating me, particularly because it's right in the darkest portion of my hair. (My hair is like a set of color swatches for any shade of dark blonde, light brown, or red. It's kind of obscene, and I often have to fight the temptation to dye it all one color. But then I get lazy and have really bad roots.)

I'm sorry I'm so spazzy. I neeeed to write, I don't think I have all day except for a small random friends-only rant on my LJ that isn't even worth seeing. I'd really like to apologize to my friends list for that, no one wants to hear about my ghetto blaster quandaries and I need to remember that better sometimes. Actually, all the time. BB has these terrible books about such lovely topics of child murderers and other equally appalling subjects, so Tricia goes, "Where do you get these awful books?!?" and Anna goes, "I got those for free at a rummage sale." Which is going to be my new answer for everything. Oh, freck, I have to see the optometrist tomorrow, which is frustrating because of that eye-air thing they have to do about seven thousand times because I blink. But at least some hot geek-chic glasses will come out of it, right? My dad randomly counted to twenty in German tonight, and I think it was all right. I really want to look at old NDA yearbooks, je ne rigole pas! (I do not joke. Yay for being able to conjugate our -er verbs using the SHOE METHOD! Except that we are all sort of shoe-drawing-retarded.)

Now Tricia and BB are looking at last year's yearbook that I've already looked at about eighty million trillion times. URGH SICK MATH TEACHER HAIR. Anyway. I am on a hair/ring/spasm/Elefun kick tonight. Or, more appropriately, this morning. I don't know if I am even going to bother with sleeping, sorry. Tricia's away message LIES. Anyway, I'm going to go join the yearbook festivities. I hope you enjoyed this highly caffeinated post, je ne rigole pas!

10.21.2004

Call it like you see it.

Cate's Rules for Fabulous Grammar (stolen from the French board. See, I got 100 on my test, so I had no corrections to make, and therefore, Genius Idea was really nice and let me write grammar rules on the board. This is directly what I wrote, and what still might be up there in room 203.)

1. Do not misspell proper nouns (i.e., names, particularly your own) or leave them uncapitalized. It's just lazy.
2. When working with quotes, all punctuation is placed inside the quotation marks.
3. To make a singular noun plural, you do not under any circumstances place an apostrophe before the s. For example, the plural of "fashion" is "fashions", not "fashion's" (Conard's Fashion's for Men, I am looking at you.)
4. A lot? Two words. All right? That too. Ask Maggie about "alright". (This is Maggie: "No, really. Do that.")
5. Duct Tape is just jealous of my mad grammar-geek skills.

Pencil Case's Rules for Good Grammar (then Pencil Case decided to mock me. This is just what I wrote down before the bell rang.)
1. Chelsea hates to sew. (this included a crude picture of Chelsea with a mullet sewing.)
2. Pokemon is out.
3. Genius Idea is a natural blonde.
4. y=mx+b.
5. y=Ax(squared)+Bx+C

And now quotes.

"He's beautiful on the inside!" --Homeless Huddle on Scylla from The Odyssey

"It's like a professor's writing!" --Homeless Huddle on my handwriting

"Oops!" --BB, stabbing a knife (a REAL KNIFE) through her lunchbag

"It ain't easy for Eisey."

"[Genius Idea's last name] can't talk, so you can't talk!" -- the wipe board in the French room before I took it over. I think that was one of the second hour punks who was loitering before their first hour class.

"I thought you were eating a crayon!" --Sara in world history while Duct Tape tried to eat chocolate before the bell rang

10.20.2004

Echinaceahead.

I am now deathly afraid of losing my voice. First of all, because it's terrible to lose your voice, because you sound terrible and you can't talk (::cough::Genius Idea, I am looking at you::cough::) and second of all, because Tricia lost her voice a few weeks ago and now hers cracks all the time. It worries me. Also because I hate, hate, hate it when I sound like a smoker, which sometimes happens when I drink coffee late at night/early in the morning on airplanes. So now I am taking Cough Gels, the most brilliant thing ever, and echinacea.

I'm going to be in the "About Me" section of the Lifestyle page of the Green Bay Press-Gazette next Friday. Which is exciting, but not quite as exciting because I have to have my picture taken on Monday, and that will then become my picture for my profile when I become Uber-revieweress. I hate having my picture taken by anyone who is not Aunt Lovely, or, you know, when Diana sometimes randomly takes pictures of me chastizing her dog, that's okay too. I would link you to it, but then you would know my full real name, and that would deplete me of the mystique that comes with being merely Cate. (Although my real name has been revealed/let slip quite a few times. Oh, well.)

Why was I not aware that Aimee Mann sings a version of "The Scientist"? If anyone knew this and deliberately witheld this information, I will pelt you with echinacea, the "voodoo pills" (tm Aunt Kathy). Okay. Now I'm off to make lists, which has to be the most relaxing activity ever, especially after an extremely large factoring assignment, reading Book 23 of The Odyssey, writing a matching quiz on The Odyssey involving five terms, five characters, five places, and five quotes, and dealing with this ridiculous picture of Bjork on the "Alternative" page of the iTunes music store. Sadly, the latter(est?) was the most disturbingly stressful of all of those. Auf weidersehen.

Cate, running on two-and-a-half hours of sleep.

Yesterday was such a great day. Seriously, we won at volleyball, I'm now a revieweress for the city paper's teen section, I spent time at the school's Open House pimping French Club (read: running around in a beret looking for Advil, pretending to be a spy with Maggie, and showing Angie all my rooms while she and Maggie peeked in Paul's locker), and my mom's friend CrazyJulie was over when I got home.

This keyboard sucks. Kind of like all of today. Seriously, I should have known that today would not be so fun when I'm running on two and a half hours of sleep and lots of caffeine. Like, hi, I'm Cate, and this is too much caffeine for even ME caffeine. Yeah, first hour sucked because Genius Idea completely lost her voice, but she was concerned about my lack of sleep (unlike any of my other teachers, who probably all think I'm clinically depressed I was so dead), I kept getting questions wrong on the English quiz that I knew the answers to, and I completely zoned out in the rest of my classes. Wait, not completely, because I remember Toe Touches having a larynx spasm (for real) and Adult Hermione talking about how much she loves wagons. Oh, and world history went rather well, because I have actual diplomatic talent when I am tired. So now I'm in study hall, taking advantage of the magic of a library pass, even though I can't check my e-mail.

I'm going to go attempt getting actual homework done. Actually, screw that, I'm too tired to do homework, I'm going to find a book to read.

10.19.2004

We're 8 Girls and a Guy, We Can Do it if We Try!

This was the cheer Erik and I made up when our lovely little intramural volleyball team won today. It was exciting. I made a ridiculous shimmy dance. I've been asked to write music reviews for the teen section of our local paper, since "there's only so much Hilary Duff we can handle", which is highly exciting. You can bet any reviews that get published will be linked to.

I'm going to pimp French Club with Maggie at the Open House tonight. It will be extremely entertaining.

La Mere, on Sixteen Candles: This is the most kick-ass movie ever!

Adult Hermione, on hotel shower curtains: I don't like them. They blow in and they touch your legs and you just never know how clean those things are. I'm a little paranoid.

Chellie and I, in American Sign Language while Maggie reads the annoucements: HITLER!!!!!!
Maggie: Stop that! I'm not Hitler!
Genius Idea: What's going on?
Maggie: Chelsea's just proud because she learned how to say Hitler, sea turtle, bacon, sausage, and popcorn in sign language.
Chelsea: And beaver!

I'm off to eat some delicious carb-loaded dinner!

10.18.2004

Disgusting Day.

Yay, I think my internet might actually be fixed for good! This is so highly invigorating. Anyway, so many disgusting comments were made today that I just had to write them down.

JJ: AngryMathTeacher's still teaching even though she's due on Wednesday! Hey, did you know that her baby isn't actually hers, because she couldn't, like, produce her own sperm?
Me: Obviously. JJ, women don't have sperm!! They have eggs.
JJ: Oh, eggs, whatever. They tooked the eggs out of another woman's body or whatever.
BB: Tooked? JJ, do you go to school?

Pencil Case, when asked to say "the blonde girl is French" en francais: La blonde--- I had that girl! (Everyone in class jumps to the most sexual conclusion possible and cracks up.)

S, reading the line "give proper heed" in reference to Penelope and her suitors in The Odyssey: ...give proper head...

And now some non-sickening quotes.

Pencil Case: Never mind.
Genius Idea: I'm neverminding.

(I randomly charge at Maggie.)
Maggie: You should be a gymnast!
Chelsea: She'd kill herself.
Me: Gymnasts don't charge at people, Maggie.

BB: Diana! You drooled!

Anyway, I'm going to go eat dinner (it's 7:00) and bug La Mere (formerly La Madre. But Vati is still Vati since he speaks German. La Mere doesn't get to pick since she is, sadly, unilingual.) I put two poems up on the fiction blog, so you should check those out if Angie hasn't already directed you to them. I suppose you'll all get tired of me spamming myself now that my internet WORKS. We had our Krispy Kremes in French this morning, by the way, for those of you who were concerned. I was a hyper, cappucino'ed mess of glaze for most of the day.

10.16.2004

Printing is Fun.

Holla. I'm at Angie's, and we're getting a break (oh, shut up, it's going to be Europe money eventually) from printing old lady Christmas cards on the oh-so-vintage printing press. She would like to say that it almost took off her hand five times and that her dad almost took off her head. Whatever that means.

Anyway, I'm going to take this opportunity to write an extremely long post as further proof that I am Not Dead.

On Thursday, Betty Jean had an extra ticket to the TJ Maxx Tour of Gymnastics Champions, so I got to go and it was extremely fun. There was an autograph session afterward, so I saw and got the autographs of many gymnasts. I didn't get Mohini Bhardwaj's, unfortunately, because I love her, but I saw her up close and she's extremely pretty and nice. So is Annia Hatch, and she's a lot tinier than I expected her to be. They all seemed extremely nice, although Miss Carly Patterson did not seem too thrilled to be there. Oh, well. She did her Olympic floor routine, though, and that was cool.

On Friday, we had Fun French Friday, yay, and the NDA vs. Preble game. With about 3 and a half minutes left, we tied at 22, but then Preble scored another touchdown. It sucked and was extremely depressing, on top of being cold and wet, wet, wet. (Chellie, miss kind cat murderess--- I'm just kidding, she hasn't murdered any cats yet-- lent me a scarf to use as mittens, since I had cold tiny hands. I am forever indebted to her.)

We also had mass with Mr. Burns on Friday, which seemed to be a behavioral issue crisis waiting to happen. And I had the giggles through almost all of church. See, I was telling Chellie about the pig innard Chinese restaurant in Paris (don't ask), and she went, "Pig innards? I thought you said cats!!" which made me laugh extremely hard and made Genius Idea turn around and go, "Cateshhhhhhhh" in a highly amused tone of voice.

Paul is mean.

Hahahaha, poor Erik has to take health with Mrs. Enegy (that's how she spells energy), and she thought some kid flipped her off in class, so she went, "Are you flipping me off?" and did this little dance thing. I'm so glad I don't have to take health, you have no idea. Angie just realized she probably will have to take health with her, poor Angie. ("That's right!" --Angie)

Actually, you know what? Just disregard everything Angie says. She just used the word "vittles." Speaking of vittles, when are we getting our Krispy Kremes in French (which is also my homeroom) for being good pledge collectors?

Anyway, I have to work at the ridiculous auction tonight, which requires a ridiculous hula skirt-lei-hat combo getup. Let's pause five seconds for mad laughter.

The other day I failed to notice the enormous puddle of water in front of my locker, and of course, slipped and fell flat on my butt, sending textbooks flying everywhere. It was highly amusing, I'm sure. I was laughing pretty hard. actually, but not so much when my butt was wet through all of world history. That was not so entertaining, although world history usually isn't. I hate, hate, hate covering ancient cultures, sorry, it's just not interesting. Once we hit the Romans and the Greeks, I'm usually okay, but... two months for prehistory, Mesopotamia, and Egypt is not necessary. Also, despite being a really nice guy, my world history teacher is really, really underinformed and mispronounces everything. It almost makes me miss Ursula the Sea Witch, who made things interesting and pronounced them correctly and was an absolute know-it-all. I am listening to the Ramones, since I am in a 'Ramones mood" (tm Tricia).

I don't like math quite as much anymore. Because ABC, our "teacher", doesn't TEACH anything. I mean, she's very interesting with her stories and lack of depth perception and guess-my-middle-name and turkey-ducks, but for god's sake, could you just TEACH THE LESSON? Amazingly, I'm fending for myself pretty well, what with my B/B+ grade. I love Introduction to Chemistry and Physics, too, and in English we're studying The Odyssey, which is always fun. I am a Homer geek.

The Ramones really want a lot. "I Wanna Be Sedated.' "I Wanted Everything." "I Just Want to Have Something to Do" (or, as I almost typed it, "I Just Want to Have Somebody to Do.") "I Wanna Live." Now we're listening to My Chemical Romance, because I never have. Well, I promised you a long post, so there it is. Hopefully my internet will be fixed up sometime this week and I'll be able to post random things all I want.

10.14.2004

Chellie and Maggie are Insane.

Okay, I am actually in French right now, but I've taken the self-check quiz about seventeen times and I'm still getting 100. This keyboard is loud. I just wanted you all to know that I'm not dead and that my internet is broken. Also, I might be in love with Franz Ferdinand. Once we fix the internet (read: possibly never), I will update you on all the fun stuff, like being a little Peep and the abdominable snowman.

Chellie and Maggie are being insane next to me. It is fun. And now I'm going to do actual work, mmkay?

10.01.2004

Blogs make me happy.

Maggie and Chelsea have blogs!! Yay!! And I'm stealing a survey from Maggie's.

If I were a month I would be February. Or June. But probably February.
If I were a day of the week I would be Saturday.
If I were a time of day I would be 2 in the morning, my most productive hour.
If I were a planet I would be... erm... Earth?
If I were a direction I would be east.
If I were a historical figure I would be Jane Austen. Who is a historical figure, damn it.
If I were a liquid I would be COFFEE.
If I were a tree I would be... I don't know. Could you shimmy up me? (Ha ha, unnecessary references to English class that really are not as sexual as they sound.)
If I were a flower/plant I would be an ivy.
If I were a kind of weather I would be warm, but not hot, and breezy.
If I were a musical instrument I would be a triangle. Actually, no, just kidding. I'd be a didgeridoo.
If I were an animal I would be an otter.
If I were a color I would be... here's Angie's answer: "some of the time you're a kind of lavender, some of the time you're tangerine, but you're also kind of a merlot sometimes." I say I'm pale yellow.
If I were a fruit I would be a gala apple. Or cantaloupe, but only good cantaloupe.
If I were a sound I would be a squish. Or a kaboom. The sort of kaboom that casually works itself into discussion.
If I were an element I would be... erm... einsteinium?
If I were a song I would be "Let Go" by Frou Frou. Because it's my favorite song right now.
If I were a book I would be... oh, let's make this easier, if I were a book character, I'd be Olivia in The True and Outstanding Adventures of the Hunt Sisters crossed with Kristin in The Life History of a Star.
If I were a food I would be pasta.
If I were a place I would be Manhattan or Paris.
If I were a scent I would be grapefruit. Seriously. Grapefruits smell so good.
If I were a word I would be "demented." You have no idea how many times a day I use that word. Although Angie thinks I would be "acquiesce", which really isn't something I find myself doing very often, but she says it's because of the sound. Oh, or maybe I'd be "dynamique", since I just like to say that.
If I were an object I would be a very cute red pointy-toed slingback Stuart Weitzman heel. Or... hmm... a FrancisFrancis coffeemaker.
If I were a body part I would be a chin. Ha, ha, just kidding. I'd actually be a neck. I have a nice neck.
If I were a facial expression I would be that one-eyebrow-raised thing La Madre does so gorgeously.
If I were a cartoon character I would be Lisa Simpson.

Okay. I'm tired and depressed and don't feel like talking, so bye.