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I got the comments thing fixed, so no one has an excuse not to squawk.
I've been thinking about some things lately. (I know, thank God right? I've been thinking of things.) But really. Today in Health class we were meditating (I know.. I haven't gotten to the part where thought is involved. Just be patient. Oh look, now I've built up this big expectation in your mind that I was thinking something very deep and insightful when in fact it is quite contrary. And I digress.) My health teacher does pilates, and she said our stress essays freaked her out so much. But we have some mega overacheivers in my class who will anonymously be known as Eivra g.c.m. and so on and so forth. Even I wrote about how I never have a free second to myself. (IS THIS Big Llama On Guinea a typing contradiction or what? "I never have a moment to myself" but I write in this almost every day. It's funny right? And I digress oncemore.) People always tell you that high school is your 'glory days' but I don't really see how it is. Lately "I've been wondering if there's more to life than this" (quotations lessen the degree of cliche). I feel like I go to school (note the additional period they added at my school this year.. so 40 minutes longer then I'm used to.. with 20 minute lunches now), go home, do as much homework as I can before my SAT Tutor, not to mention that homework, which is more stressful then most things due to my pending fear and anxiety that I won't get > 1350 on my SATs and I won't get to go to the colleges I like and Nadnerb and I will break up and there goes my life. So then after the SAT Tutor I have to do as much homework as possible and race to get it done before 9:15 ish so I have enough time to talk to Nadnerb on the phone before bed. I could be a walking dead person but I wouldn't be able to sleep even if I wanted to. I take 3 aspirins a day for my habitual headache, I suffer one of those stress upheavals where you're crying and tired and in a foul mood at least once a week, I have to stay after every single day for this meeting or that extra help. But it's not even clubs I legitimately LIKE, it's clubs I tolerate because I know I have to do them. This past week I saw my boyfriend from 2:30 until 9:30 on Sunday. If you do the math that is 4% of the week, 7 hours out of 168. And you know what I really want to do? Learn to play the piano. I can listen to "Scenes from an Italian Restaurant" by Billy Joel a thousand times and every time I envision myself whaling on a baby grand. Maybe in forever and a day.
Song to download: Azure Ray - Displaced

Wow Miss America is definitely the funniest I have ever seen it in my life! Okay, first of all, Miss California SO did not deserve to be the 4th runner up! Miss Wisconsin was a JOKE and she didn't even win any of the competitions, it was just ridiculous. But that wasn't the funny part. The funny part was when they announced Miss Florida had won. This was the one who had the most poise, too. She FLIPPED HER S. I have never seen someone so crazy in my life. Everyone was getting frustrated because they couldn't pin the crown on her head. I was sitting there watching it in silence with my parents and then all the sudden my dad goes, "Get a grip..." to Miss Florida and it was just hilarious. She is going to be so embarrassed when she watches that video later.
But honestly, nobody is perfect, which by implication more or less means that Miss America is fake. I personally think the best people are flawed. Not really flaws, but more like foibles, because you like things about people that aren't exactly perfect. That's what gives people personality. I don't know, Miss America is okay, but nobody really cares about Miss America anyway. So I guess either way it doesn't matter.
Today was my last day at Izzies (for now). So sad. I am going to be dirt poor. I'm going to miss everyone a whole whole lot. I have to wait until May to come back. It's just no fun. But, well, you can't win 'em all. I say that too much. I mean, you at least have to be able to win SOME!

Song to Download: Fountains of Wayne- Stacey's Mom

That's me and Nadnerb. I like that picture, we took that about a month ago. I think it's sweet. I remember that day, it was the day during the summer that we finally saw each other after 3 weeks due to vacation scheduling overlaps.
I feel confident that I have the best boyfriend. Although his sensitivity gets to me occasionally, it really is ideal. He's great at helping me when I'm upset and he's so much fun and he's very smart and adorable and he is just so passionate about our relationship. Like if I ever even suggested the fact that we could break up in the future, he gets flabbergasted. And he has always maintained that we're going to go to college together. He's got me doing it too. Now without realizing that some people think we're crazy, I just say things like that. I haven't been this happy in a long time. He's like an endless supply of peach snapple. Now that he's around I can't even imagine it being any other way, ever.
Call me a melodramatic lustful teenager if you want, but there's nothing wrong with optimism.

Song to Download: Oasis- Wonderwall

I was looking at Ben's mobile phone blogspot and I recognized someone in the pictures, "Gelhouse" as Ben refers to him as. It occured to me that I went to day camp with him when we were younger - I'd say circa early middle school. His first name is Andrew, I'm pretty sure. But we didn't call him that. The only reason I remember him is because he always hung around my friend Nua Bed, and Nua Bed insisted that we refer to Gelhouse as "Glen" because he looks just like Glen Humplik from the Tom Green Show. And I kind of remember him living in Voorhees, which would make sense. So, that was funny for me. Let's see how long I can keep up referring to my friends in weird lingo.
Although I must say that my weird lingo pales in comparison to me and Xela's notes - written completely in Anglo Saxon runes. So, yes, we are fluent in another alphabet. I can now read it without having to write the English alphabet above it. The only thing is that it's not spoken so I have to translate it into my head as English because I only know what the letters look like I don't know what they sound like. You can't win 'em all. I keep saying that 'You can't win 'em all' and Nadnerb will tell me to shut up. haha. It's just funny because he never tells me to shut up so it sounds funny that he would tell me to shut up over that.
I gotta call Ibur soon. I hope he's doing all right. He was asking Yendys about me a few days ago. I'm glad he was. I miss him. I don't miss him being my boyfriend, I just miss him as a person. Him and I can still have really great conversations, and I like it better now that we're not going out. But that's the beauty of heindsight. The fact that we used to go out is so inconsequential now, it was 2 years ago. I hardly think of him in that light, what I mean when I say that is that when I'm talking to him it's not like it's talking to my ex-boyfriend, it's like talking to someone I used to be close to and now we don't see each other much but we still get along famously.

Song to download: Guster- Two Points for Honesty

I would really love it if my posts would show up. Maybe they will and I'm just computer ridiculously incompetent. Anyway, I've done way too much talking concerning my "blogspot" within the confines of my "blogspot". Onto the web logging - which (thank you Ben) is where the word "Blog" comes from. Oh wait just one more comment! My next mission is to figure out how to post pictures. I'm pretty sure I have to get them from a website and copy and paste the properties within that HTML code. HTML kills me.
Okay so on and so forth. I DO NOT WANT TO QUIT MY JOB. I love my job, I just don't love all the time it takes out of my day. I will miss the money big time, and I can't wait until I'm able to go back. I'm so scared they won't have an opening for me in May when I get my license, but I am practically an "alumnus" and everyone likes me there and doesn't want me to quit so I really think I'm in the green here. Straight A's, here I come.
Speaking of which, I am so scared about that. I need to do some hardcore studying for this Straight A beotch. I know that I can do it, I just need the focus. Whaaat.
I can't believe I've gone this far and not discussed my boyfriend. My living breathing dildo. I'm kidding, sort of. PS speaking of which when is he going to call? We'll call my boyfriend Nadnerb because I wish to remain somehwhat anonymous so as not to incriminate myself. That was sarcasm. How could I possibly incriminate myself? I don't even leave the toilet seat up. But oh well, you can't win them all.
Gouda-cheese taught me the coolest thing at work today :ahem: [Insert Johnny Cochran accent here]: "The anti-player has finally submitted an affidavit to the game of court. With trumped up charges against my client Snoop Dogg the dogfather on 227 counts of flexing his G's, busting his P's, dotting his i's... and ca-ROSSING his t's!"
And I leave you, my friends, with that.

Well here it is, a "blog spot". Sorry, is it cliche and boring to write an introductory entry? That's okay, you'll get over it. I accept the fact that I can be cliche at times, I represent. At least I'm not using crappy Xanga, that s is ghetto. Blog is such a funny word, I wonder if it's an acronym.
At least I'm not introducing myself, that'd just be pathetic. I'm not even giving you my phone number or naked pictures. So, go ahead and make the conclusion that this isn't porn. What am I saying? It's 9 p.m., it's way past my bedtime. I'm getting incoherent and cranky. I can't even fathom all of the things I should be accomplishing right now but I'd much rather type in an online journal, er, excuse me, an online "blog spot". I hope this doesn't cost money, I am so bad at skimming the Terms and Conditions. I usually just use that thing on the browser that says "Find (on this page)" and I type in Free and it shows me the part where this service is free. I gotta clip my toenails bad.