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I'm upset, as usual.
Orchestra just lost me $75 - someone wanted me to be in a two hour focus group but I have to go the mofo stupid Austin. UGH! Two short hours at the galleria so they could ask me questions about college admissions. $75!!! I'm so pissed off right now.
We couldn't pass out the paper today (no homeroom), we dont' have homeroom tomorrow either. ~_~;;
Everyone was getting Rice decisions today. Megan got into Rice architecture.
I don't know whether to vomit, convulse, or just wither and die. I can't decide if this means that I'm screwed. Word on the block is that Rice isn't even her first choice. I want to cry. I'm being so selfish right now. I'm only worried about myself. I don't remember if I went into that daydream I had in English class about my future fateful day in April. It involved either"
- (& hopefully) screaming in so much joy that life suddenly goes into slo-mo and "Chariots of Fire" begins to boom through the neighborhood out of nowhere. People begin to appear on the sidewalk as I run down Memorial high fiving strangers with the occasional gallop and leap of sheer happinees.
(What we don't want..)
- I open the mailbox. Know. Walk into traffic and get killed by a Lexus, BMW, Hummer, Porshe, or whatever luxery car happens to be driving by at the moment.
- Life stops when I open the mailbox. Everything freezes like a bad sci fi movie. Pan out to a crude black and white picture of Earth. Explosion.
I'm such a drama queen but I'm wearing a tiara right now so it is only fitting.
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OMG.. my valentines are the awesomeness! I want it to be a surprise but I'm just exploding with giddy elementary anticipation. Steph is already trying to arrange some anti-v-day plans. I've been nodding along and saying "yeah" "ok" to her schemes. I've heard "Love Stinks" like a billion times on the TV. I don't really care. I'm just indifferent to the whole matter. I think it might actually be more deperessing to have an anti-v-day thing, then you are just dwelling on how you aren't at a pro-v-day thing. I dunno. I keep hoping Nick Valensi will wake up, drop the "Cabinet" and the rolled up dollar bill and give me a call. I'm not waiting by the phone though. (STROKES ARE COMING BACK TO HOUSTON FOR SPRING BREAK!!!! ::hyperventilates::)
I have so much crap due Thursday. I'm sad.
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Ok. Crazy things are happening. Mr. W is making sense & he is being sort of interesting. I actually liked the outlook of sin, not as choosing something bad... but as choosing a good, but not the greatest good available. He explained that sin hurts you only because your are denying yourself an even greater good. The metaphysics of good & evil has been an interesting topic. I'm still warning people away from philosophy. One good lecture series does not make up for a year of torture.
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My ink assignment is crap. UGH. I'm tired of it. I hate ink.. I HATE IT. I haven't even started with ink yet, lol.
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I filled out 130 raffle tickets, my finger wants to fall off.
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Girl scout cookies came today. yikes.
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"Dude" is no longer my most overused word. Now I can't saying "Aw snap!" and "fo' sho'."
Tralala.. John said he would name is son "Fabrizio." I love him. Not only is he tributing a member of my favorite band but I've never heard him talk about having kids. Ok, so he is 12 and that isn't weird. Even though he is being a bit rebellious, I think he will turn out fine. I love John, he's my little rock star.
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In other news: I want to kill Liz. Don't ask if you don't already know.
Orchestra just lost me $75 - someone wanted me to be in a two hour focus group but I have to go the mofo stupid Austin. UGH! Two short hours at the galleria so they could ask me questions about college admissions. $75!!! I'm so pissed off right now.
We couldn't pass out the paper today (no homeroom), we dont' have homeroom tomorrow either. ~_~;;
Everyone was getting Rice decisions today. Megan got into Rice architecture.
I don't know whether to vomit, convulse, or just wither and die. I can't decide if this means that I'm screwed. Word on the block is that Rice isn't even her first choice. I want to cry. I'm being so selfish right now. I'm only worried about myself. I don't remember if I went into that daydream I had in English class about my future fateful day in April. It involved either"
- (& hopefully) screaming in so much joy that life suddenly goes into slo-mo and "Chariots of Fire" begins to boom through the neighborhood out of nowhere. People begin to appear on the sidewalk as I run down Memorial high fiving strangers with the occasional gallop and leap of sheer happinees.
(What we don't want..)
- I open the mailbox. Know. Walk into traffic and get killed by a Lexus, BMW, Hummer, Porshe, or whatever luxery car happens to be driving by at the moment.
- Life stops when I open the mailbox. Everything freezes like a bad sci fi movie. Pan out to a crude black and white picture of Earth. Explosion.
I'm such a drama queen but I'm wearing a tiara right now so it is only fitting.
---
OMG.. my valentines are the awesomeness! I want it to be a surprise but I'm just exploding with giddy elementary anticipation. Steph is already trying to arrange some anti-v-day plans. I've been nodding along and saying "yeah" "ok" to her schemes. I've heard "Love Stinks" like a billion times on the TV. I don't really care. I'm just indifferent to the whole matter. I think it might actually be more deperessing to have an anti-v-day thing, then you are just dwelling on how you aren't at a pro-v-day thing. I dunno. I keep hoping Nick Valensi will wake up, drop the "Cabinet" and the rolled up dollar bill and give me a call. I'm not waiting by the phone though. (STROKES ARE COMING BACK TO HOUSTON FOR SPRING BREAK!!!! ::hyperventilates::)
I have so much crap due Thursday. I'm sad.
---
Ok. Crazy things are happening. Mr. W is making sense & he is being sort of interesting. I actually liked the outlook of sin, not as choosing something bad... but as choosing a good, but not the greatest good available. He explained that sin hurts you only because your are denying yourself an even greater good. The metaphysics of good & evil has been an interesting topic. I'm still warning people away from philosophy. One good lecture series does not make up for a year of torture.
---
My ink assignment is crap. UGH. I'm tired of it. I hate ink.. I HATE IT. I haven't even started with ink yet, lol.
---
I filled out 130 raffle tickets, my finger wants to fall off.
---
Girl scout cookies came today. yikes.
---
"Dude" is no longer my most overused word. Now I can't saying "Aw snap!" and "fo' sho'."
Tralala.. John said he would name is son "Fabrizio." I love him. Not only is he tributing a member of my favorite band but I've never heard him talk about having kids. Ok, so he is 12 and that isn't weird. Even though he is being a bit rebellious, I think he will turn out fine. I love John, he's my little rock star.
---
In other news: I want to kill Liz. Don't ask if you don't already know.
