LJ is such a fad now..
Dec. 16th, 2003 08:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
transomwhiplassIn case you haven't noticed, LJ codes are no more. Apparently commericials are being aired for in at movie theaters on the West coast. The consequence of being in on a trend will probably hurt the server. I'm concerned. My pay account now longer allows power beyond fiddling with customization options. My invite codes are meaningless, the server will probably slow with the huge amounts of new members - the speediness for pay accounts will probably some how be sacrificed. Oh well, like I said.. I'm a horrible vain person. Crap on me.
Anyway... word spreads. You let someone in on it and they tell someone else, thats even how I got here. But I think its getting a tad rampant.. people I would have never expected have LJs; very interesting, emerging from woodwork.. etc. I wrote an article on blogging last year but no one really noticed. Our paper last year sucked a big one, even I admit that - I was a horrible staff person, its a miracle that I am where I am today. That is kind of random and I should ward of tangents like the devil right now, I'm trying not to study for my philosophy test or - that which shalt suck my soul into eternal darkness. Mr. W - go screw yourself.
By the way, I'm going to avoid naming names of anyone that can bust me open or expell me from school.. too risky. Don'tmakemeretypelastyear'sdrama,golookitupyoubum (January-ish?). If you go to SAA, you know what I'm talking about, for those who don't - who the hell cares who Mr. W is?? All you need to know is he is a chauvinist mysogynist who uses his class period to cram the beliefs of his so called Catholicism down our gagging throats. Its a rape of the mind if you ask me but it is my fault for signing up for the course.
College - I picked up my drawings today so I can put together my "informal portfolio" over break. I'm going to be drawing, pasting, collaging, building, hammering, designing, & stressing out the ying yang as I throw together pieces for this thing and then frantically try to pagemake. My deadline is January 10 and my interview with a Rice Archie professor is the 20th. I've been horribly lazy and blase this entire year but today I was thinking, envisioning if you will, recieving my acceptance letter for Rice Architecture. The feeling I imagined would be like some inner explosion of joy that would just emerge from every particle of my being with the power of a nuculear blast, I think that would have to be the happiest day of my life to date. I want to make that happen, I want to explode goddamn joy from every "particle of my being" (dude I sound corny).. I've been inspired. For the next few weeks I see myself with glue under my fingernails, scraps of paper & tape in my hair like a wild bird's nest, an overall unkempt appearance but I definetly see this as a necessary evil for getting in. Megan M. can just go cry.. I swear to god it will be her or me. Everyone thinks I'm a competitive paranoid freak but honestly.. if both of us were to get in? That might look strange.
Tomorrow are my last 2 finals (haha, 2/3). English - bah. I kick AP English's ass on a daily basis. DMac gave me a 92/95 on my paper, everyone I know got a B. Pulling an all nighter that week was worth it, a 92 & 100 on my papers. I was doing my "boo-yah" dance that day. MWAHAHAA... EXEMPTION!!!!!!
Oh Sarah. I'm just secreting self-absorbedness, lol.
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Today something REALLY embarressing happened. Our cleaning lady walked in on me when I was in the bathroom(!!!) After that, I HAD to get out of the house.. I just, couldn't be there. So I ran all of the errands that needed doing. I picked up our Christmas pictures, my photoshop job doesn't look at all shabby ^_^. I took Anthony across the street to buy his date a corsage which I picked out because he would have rather died than look at the flowers. I put gas in the car and went to the grocery store. Ugh, I got a glimpse of soccer mom lifestyle ::shudder::. On the way home we driving past the middle school and all the sudden Anthony spotted two middle school girls and yelled through the glass in an old man voice, "SKANKS! HARLOTS.. HARLOTS (Southern preacher voice)" It was really random but disturbing, he is such a freak sometimes.
In other news, my addiction to Cinammon gum is not getting any better but it is keeping me from eating lots of holiday chocolate so whatever. I have a bag of untouched Ghiradelli in my room.. SHOCKING. I go through a like pack a day, in fact the other day I was contemplating rolling one up in my sleeve like a bad ass chain smoker would do. haha. Just joking.. senioritis has set in to the extreme.. angelic Sarah has died and chewing-gum-at-school-out-of-control-breaking-all-the-arbitrary-rules-Sarah has emerged. Ok. Anyway. My crappy Phil. notes aren't going to study themselves. ARGH.
A note for fellow suicidal Philosophy takers: Do a good deed and warn an underclassmen. Upperclassmen kept me out of AP Bio but there wasn't ANY good warning away from Philosophy. There still isn't nearly enough cursing necessary to keep the innocents from Mr. W's dungeon of death. The only "truth" I've discovered in there is that rumors are true and Philosophy is useless tripe.
Thats all for today. THIS TIME TOMORROW I WILL BE IN A THEATER 2 HOURS INTO LOTR(!!!)
Anyway... word spreads. You let someone in on it and they tell someone else, thats even how I got here. But I think its getting a tad rampant.. people I would have never expected have LJs; very interesting, emerging from woodwork.. etc. I wrote an article on blogging last year but no one really noticed. Our paper last year sucked a big one, even I admit that - I was a horrible staff person, its a miracle that I am where I am today. That is kind of random and I should ward of tangents like the devil right now, I'm trying not to study for my philosophy test or - that which shalt suck my soul into eternal darkness. Mr. W - go screw yourself.
By the way, I'm going to avoid naming names of anyone that can bust me open or expell me from school.. too risky. Don'tmakemeretypelastyear'sdrama,golookitupyoubum (January-ish?). If you go to SAA, you know what I'm talking about, for those who don't - who the hell cares who Mr. W is?? All you need to know is he is a chauvinist mysogynist who uses his class period to cram the beliefs of his so called Catholicism down our gagging throats. Its a rape of the mind if you ask me but it is my fault for signing up for the course.
College - I picked up my drawings today so I can put together my "informal portfolio" over break. I'm going to be drawing, pasting, collaging, building, hammering, designing, & stressing out the ying yang as I throw together pieces for this thing and then frantically try to pagemake. My deadline is January 10 and my interview with a Rice Archie professor is the 20th. I've been horribly lazy and blase this entire year but today I was thinking, envisioning if you will, recieving my acceptance letter for Rice Architecture. The feeling I imagined would be like some inner explosion of joy that would just emerge from every particle of my being with the power of a nuculear blast, I think that would have to be the happiest day of my life to date. I want to make that happen, I want to explode goddamn joy from every "particle of my being" (dude I sound corny).. I've been inspired. For the next few weeks I see myself with glue under my fingernails, scraps of paper & tape in my hair like a wild bird's nest, an overall unkempt appearance but I definetly see this as a necessary evil for getting in. Megan M. can just go cry.. I swear to god it will be her or me. Everyone thinks I'm a competitive paranoid freak but honestly.. if both of us were to get in? That might look strange.
Tomorrow are my last 2 finals (haha, 2/3). English - bah. I kick AP English's ass on a daily basis. DMac gave me a 92/95 on my paper, everyone I know got a B. Pulling an all nighter that week was worth it, a 92 & 100 on my papers. I was doing my "boo-yah" dance that day. MWAHAHAA... EXEMPTION!!!!!!
Oh Sarah. I'm just secreting self-absorbedness, lol.
-----
Today something REALLY embarressing happened. Our cleaning lady walked in on me when I was in the bathroom(!!!) After that, I HAD to get out of the house.. I just, couldn't be there. So I ran all of the errands that needed doing. I picked up our Christmas pictures, my photoshop job doesn't look at all shabby ^_^. I took Anthony across the street to buy his date a corsage which I picked out because he would have rather died than look at the flowers. I put gas in the car and went to the grocery store. Ugh, I got a glimpse of soccer mom lifestyle ::shudder::. On the way home we driving past the middle school and all the sudden Anthony spotted two middle school girls and yelled through the glass in an old man voice, "SKANKS! HARLOTS.. HARLOTS (Southern preacher voice)" It was really random but disturbing, he is such a freak sometimes.
In other news, my addiction to Cinammon gum is not getting any better but it is keeping me from eating lots of holiday chocolate so whatever. I have a bag of untouched Ghiradelli in my room.. SHOCKING. I go through a like pack a day, in fact the other day I was contemplating rolling one up in my sleeve like a bad ass chain smoker would do. haha. Just joking.. senioritis has set in to the extreme.. angelic Sarah has died and chewing-gum-at-school-out-of-control-breaking-all-the-arbitrary-rules-Sarah has emerged. Ok. Anyway. My crappy Phil. notes aren't going to study themselves. ARGH.
A note for fellow suicidal Philosophy takers: Do a good deed and warn an underclassmen. Upperclassmen kept me out of AP Bio but there wasn't ANY good warning away from Philosophy. There still isn't nearly enough cursing necessary to keep the innocents from Mr. W's dungeon of death. The only "truth" I've discovered in there is that rumors are true and Philosophy is useless tripe.
Thats all for today. THIS TIME TOMORROW I WILL BE IN A THEATER 2 HOURS INTO LOTR(!!!)
