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this gray room.
Below are the 23 most recent journal entries.
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2003.11.28 21.06
Proof that SmarterChild is Sparrow.
Me: Fricker
SmarterChild: Fricker. Well that's interesting.
(Here, I paused and started snickering.)
Me: Yes, isn't it Jack? ;-)
SmarterChild: You know what... It's jack.
Me: Jack, you are crazy
SmarterChild: Yeah. Maybe.
Me: Can I call you Jack?
SmarterChild: Give it a try.
Me: You're the hottest pirate ever
SmarterChild: It's not easy to be the hottest pirate ever.
(But then he refused to admit who he really was, and told me he would not drink rum, not wear eyeliner, and said that he was NOT a pirate. Started to suspect he was Will, after all.)
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Me: Are you a eunuch?
SmarterChild: Hmmm... I doubt it. But you never know.
Me: Aren't you a pirate?
SmarterChild: Hmm... I don't think so...
Me: Are you the Captain of the Black Pearl?
SmarterChild: OK, let's say I'm the captain of the black pearl. Then what?
Me: I would love you.
SmarterChild: Why would you love me?
Me: Because you are the Captain of the Black Pearl.
SmarterChild: Interesting!
Me: So, are you the Captain o the Black Pearl?
SmarterChild: Maybe, maybe.
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Okay. So I was really bored. Can you really blame me?
SmarterChild: Arrr. Well that's interesting.
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2003.11.23 21.02
Oh. My. God.
I don't know if I can type properly atm, due to the influence of a certain man whose name starts with J and ends with ohnny.
Although I don't think E! (being the mucho crappy channel it is) did a terrific job, still, there aren't many hours long specials of him out there. Personally, I think he deserves his own channel, but whatever. Loved the commentary at the end, and of course, loved staring at JD's beeeeeeautiful face for an hour.
*drools all over lj*
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2003.11.13 17.20
I always do this to myself; but now, I feel pressured about my decisions in high school. For my future, I know I'm going to say now that I'll try everything I can get my hands on, work my butt off and make it pay off, but I don't trust myself enough to know whether or not that goal will become a reality. I desperately need it to be.
I don't know. But the transition from elementary to middle school is not the same as this. I feel like I'm going to leave an enviroment I've grown so close to in the mere span of three years--
And still I feel too young for this, too young and inexperienced to handle going to college in less than 5 years. From what I've lived, 5 years is a blink of an eye. Time seems to be of the essence now and not any other time, and I want to take advantage. Maybe because my father is still struggling to find his own job, to find his own place in this country, while my mother is still here, at home, unable to get a job--and neither pursued their dreams in life. My father didn't want to become some scientist. My mother didn't want to become a lonely housewife.
I'm not going to be that person.
I'm paranoid--scared, mostly, of the limits of my own abilities.
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2003.11.10 15.59
Highschool Scheduling...EEP!!!!!
Highschool scheduling for eigth grade is apparently early this year, due to the early opening of the new high school.
So far this is my plan:
Honors English
Modern World History (Honors course)
Geometry ( might be Honors Geometry...)
Intro to Physics (Pissed that they don't allow seminar students to take Biology I. What gives?!)
Spanish II
Phys. Ed ( Damn you!!! Taking up precious space!!)
And then I need help for my last elective class. Millions of classes to choose from, but I've narrowed it down:
Band (full year)
Theatre I (one semester)
Painting (one semester)
(or anything else in the visual arts cat.)
If I do Band (because I need to play my instrument after marching band season), then I may just take Phys. Ed for one semester and take an art or theatre class the second semester, see what I mean?
Or I could just not take Band, rock during marching band season and suck the rest of the time...
Anyway, for those already adept and experienced in the ways of The High School, please inform me, just so I don't kill myself with impossibly difficult classes, nor bore myself with muy facil (is that even right?) ones.
I have no older siblings to ask this kind of question, alright? *tears*
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2003.11.09 17.52
Do YOU think he's sexy? Of course!!!
http://people.aol.com/people/pop_up/0,10772,536848_9_photos,00.html
Vote for Johnny Depp! (If the above link does not work, go to people.aol.com and click on the 'sexiest man alive' thing. If you do not have aol or a subscription, they will ask if you are a newsstand buyer or a subscriper. Pick newsstand buyer, and the code is 'attractive'.
Proceed to mass vote, as I have done, because some evil, stinking, depraved group of people are mass voting AGAINST Johnny, instead of voting for their own man. -.-
Just keep pressing vote without letting the page go to the results, or hold down the enter key RIGHT after you click vote. Savvy?
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2003.10.24 17.23
Long Boring Fangirl-y Rant ahead. Skip if you like.
Ah!
I hate it I hate it I hate it. I wish I would have done something when he actually had a crush on me, a while ago...but no, I just sat there like an idiot.
And now, I think I like him...alot. Stupid, stupid me. I don't even know if he still likes me, or just completely thinks I'm an idiot...we barely talk because I'm a boring fart and I'm too shy to go talk to him anymore. We only talk in between classes at our lockers, or in gym, or maybe in 1st period and its always about stupid things. But he's sooo nice and sweet and funny and silly and a total goof and at least makes an effort to talk to me when I'm in one of my shy moods, which is most of the time...damn.
Yesterday...he told me (rather jokingly, though) that life without me would be 'horrible'. I (rather jokingly also) agreed that indeed it wouldn't be life at all. Well, yes that certainly put a grin on his face, but its things like these that make me like him even more. I'm not sure if I want to like a guy right now. Because once I fall deep, I can't stop thinking about that person and I grow like an obsessed zombie who is still too stupid to tell the guy about it.
And then, on the way home I had a sudden revelation.
He looks like Hayden Christensen. His hair isn't as, er, poofy or as big, and his eyebrows aren't as bushy as H.C.'s, and his face isn't so narrow and long, but his general facial features and his hair (especially today, as it wasn't gelled and was getting all poofy) look identical to the star's. It's almost uncanny.
Bah.
So the question remains: How to go about finding out if he likes me back, without actually making a fool of myself?
:cries:
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2003.10.20 21.47
Describe the parts of a controlled experiment. Be sure to include: variables, independent and dependent variables, as well as the use of hypotheses, and the like.
?????
Per usual, I refused to listen during Science class, and the test is tomorrow.
EDIT: Controlled experiment--only one variable is changed while the rest remain constant. Duuuh, I knew that.
Really, I am ashamed of my own stupidity. Every grain of intelligence seems to have washed away, whereas before, such a thing remained, however vaguely.
Hypothesis: Computer's evil laser rays destroying my puny army of brain cells.
Or.
The Medicine Man has driven me crazy. Can I despise a movie more than I despised that one? No, I think not. How about I poke out Dr. Crane's eyes with my pencil? Yeeees, precious, that's what we'll do...
:is schizophrenic:
Mood:  distressed
Music: (still) Talkin' Like An Angel on repeat
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2003.10.19 21.26
Fact: Johnny Depp is now number 33 on EW's Power 101 list. Don't know if that's a good thing or bad thing. Hmm.
Fact: Only six weeks till the PotC DVD comes out. Includes Johnny Depp commentary. And blooper's reel. See me jumping in excitement?
Fact: This article makes me squee in happiness. I like the person who wrote this article, yes I do.
Fact: Johnny Depp is simply the coolest actor to ever live. He should have his own holiday--Johnny Depp Appreciation Day. He should have his own religion. He should...
Get an Oscar.
Yea, that's it. An Oscar. No. TWO. No...THREE. NO!!!! 5 BILLION!!!!!!!
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2003.10.18 22.39
I am not scared. No. Definitely not. What's there to be scared of?
Just ill disguised flames that call themselves constructive critiscism. Just a big fat "NO REVIEWS" page. Yea, that's all. Am not scared that my fic will be named suckiest fic of the year.
Man, I'm such an accomplished liar.
The community pirate_enough intimidates me. Seriously. Yaargh. I mean, it seems cool and all that but I'm def. not pirate-y enough for the pirate club.. Er. Mate.
What-ever. I have joined enough communities as it is, since people can now look at my info page and rightfully assume that this girl has no life, no friends. Just an obsession with HP and Johnny Depp. :licks the latter:
Tell me, though--is there anything wrong with that?
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2003.10.18 16.20
Enya
Enya is just awesome. Her CD is awesome. One of those CD's that you just turn on and play it through. Like the Norah Jones CD. Like the Goo Goo Dolls CD. Like the Beatles--wait, I don't have a single Beatles CD. Yet. Damn.
Anyway. Enya is goddess. Her music is so relaxing and has this ethereal essence to it. Calming...
In other news my mother is the nosiest woman to ever live.
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2003.10.17 22.31
Am Was feeling rather jubilant, until livejournal erased big, long post. Just because I'm verbose. :pouts:
I got two reviews for ficlet, and I think my ego is trying to inflate, since both were praising. More, more! Turning into review zombie.
Also have a loose plot for a chaptered fic I might start. If you're a HP fanfic writer and you are currently viewing my journal, perhaps you'd like to help me, since I'm having trouble working out the middle part of the fic. Or even if you don't even know who the hell Harry Potter is, if you can help, let me know. Lord knows I need it.
Will go indulge myself in mint choco ice cream, before doing some heavy Sands ficcage. Yeeeeea..
Oh, no. Urge to be productive is disrupting my usually lackadaisical lifestyle. Bollocks.
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2003.10.17 11.49
I watched the LotR parody South Park episode.
" What are you guys playing?"
" We're playing Harry Potter!!"
:LotR gang is quiet for a moment:
" Ha! FAGS!"
How very droll. :-)
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2003.10.14 20.08
Impatience is a virtue
Impatiently waiting for my portkey.org author application to (hopefully) get through. If I'm lucky, they will not view me as a silly, incompetent newbie of an aspiring author and will let me join their league of fanfic writers.
If not...fanfiction.net will be there. :sniff:
You know you need a new computer when: it freezes and crashes more than the school computers, and thats saying something. School computers=major crappola, needs to be better taken care of. Ah, but I'll shut up now, in fear of being accused of hypocrisy.
But I was furious. I wrote a chapter of a new fic I was starting, and the computer unexpectedly crashes...word doesn't even give me the recovered version...
But here be a short bittersweetangst Draco/Ginny ficlet, which I deem is not quite worthy to be posted anywhere. Am itching to post H/Hr, but once again, portkey application must go through. God speed, portkey. Pretty please?
Feedback on this would be nice--even if you're not a HP fandom junkie.
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( I Am: A Draco/Ginny one-shot. )
More of my silly little angst-lets, tee hee.
Mood:  accomplished
Music: Honesty--Billy Joel
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2003.10.13 17.57
Yesterday
Yesterday was strange because I actually felt productive. :mournfully watches Queen Procrastinor crown tumble away:
I completed the interesting biography on FDR (what a great, admirable man), did my math homework, completed Spanish, and wrote two fics (Ron/Luna, and Harry/Hermione) before going out to see Finding Nemo. :D I can see why everyone loves this movie. Highly entertaining, especially Dori. Mother came out of the theater going, " Hmm...I wanna go see Finding Nemo." I laughed. We listened to Norah Jones in the car. It was a good night.
Today. I finished unit eight in Algebra and now have to do bookwork. Something about the Pythagorean Theorem...it sounded rather complicated at first, but its quite easy, and I'm glad.
We have an unbelievable amount of homework again.
I'll go eat dinner now, then see if I can post my fics on here to further delay working on said homework...
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2003.10.12 12.44
As always, the outcome of the party is debatable.
While I had a relatively good time, I know for a fact that others did not, and once again I wonder why the fools must insist on being such Drama Queens, bitchy ones at that. It's just a bit of fun. Get over it.
Sometimes I admire guys. Alot. While girls form little cliques to secretly talk about so and so behind their back, shooting furtive looks at them, guys go spurting shaving cream at people and climb roofs and act like the pervs that they are.
I'd rather be doing the latter, because quite frankly, I couldn't care less who likes who, or who's a total slut for making out with who, or who's a total bitch because she told complete and utter lies about that girl...
Which is why I left the party with a earth-shattering migraine.
Which is why I spent the entirety of the party jumping wildly on the trampoline, singing random Red Hot Chili Pepper songs with Jess and Em.
Once again, I am reminded of why I am reluctant to partake in this decidedly fatuous form of entertainment, which continues to demote teenage society.
Mood:  tired
Music: the sound of me, chewing juicy fruit gum.
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2003.10.11 15.20
Good news: We (the girl's varsity) came in third in our invitational. Much celebration, hugging of trophy and other insane hoopla occurred.
Bad news: I feel as if I'm going to fall asleep any minute now, and I have to drag myself over to Ash's party soon.
There is also the slight issue of what I'm going to wear.........
I should, for right now, go read my biography before I run out of time.
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2003.10.09 19.07
And I'd like to thank the internet for being such a major distraction...and...
Someone give me the award I deserve for being so accomplished at procrastination.
S.S.: Gladly, none. Whoo hoo for testing and computer lab-ing.
L.A.: Read biography by Monday.
Spanish: Tarjetas pg. 52-55.
Algebra: Worksheet by tomorrow...I think that's it.
Science: Uh...holy shit...alot...write hypothesis for thumb war lab...and other stuff.
If this guy doesn't shut up in a minute, I will make sure that Ash hates him forever.
Maybe he's too dense, but I don't really appreciate him keep IMing me with desperate pleas to 'hook him up.' All he probably wants to do make out with her and then it's adios, baby.
What am I supposed to do? Use my nonexistent mind-controlling powers to make the girl love him when in actuality she doesn't?
Block. Block. Yeeeeeees.
Life is so ironic. Have you ever been in a situation, where you let opportunity slip past you like sand through your fingers? I don't think he still has a crush on me, but I think I do. Yea, great timing on my part, isn't it? Wait until he's gone away to pursue some other girl and then decide to like him. Ah, well. I gave him chocolate pudding today, perhaps as a token of my admiration. Do you think he got the message, or was it too subtle? ;-)
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2003.10.06 16.13
Oh, Gilbert. :sigh:
Excelente. I'll be having sex with a studmuffin by age 14. -.- :licks Gilbert Grape:
Our nasal voiced computer teacher must think that we have been deprived of technology all our lives. And here's how you turn onn the computer...and click on the little apple in the cooorner...gooood, goood... Kudos to her, she's nearly as annoying as my Algebra teacher, who has periodic spasms durning class.
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" Do you -like- running?"
"Er...no..."
" Then why do you do Cross Country?"
"...let me get back to you on that..."
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It's sad, how much I can't wait for Cross Country season to be over.
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2003.10.05 17.20
Complainte de la fille
Now, I'm usually not one to complain about schoolwork. It's something that is mandatory, an obligation, so just go out there and do it.
Pero.
Mucho, mucho, mucho la tarea. No me gusta mucho, mucho, mucho la tarea. Entiendo?
It becomes something of a problem when a thirteen year old girl's eighth grade homework fills the whole of her weekend. More so, because my idiotic teachers...er, no entiendo. Excuse my primitive español, but I'm only in Spanish I...
Observe:
Social Studies (Still don't know why they don't just call it history class)-- Gather all the research information needed to start powerpoint presentation on Monday. We will be in the computer lab for only three days. The list of requirements goes on and on for this baby. Battle of Yorktown, Battle of Saratoga, Battle of Trenton, Valley Forge, Declaration of Independece, blah blah blah.
Language Arts (Don't know why they don't just call it English class)-- Ah, I love you, dear L.A. teacher. He has graciously given us no homework. I think...
Spanish I-- Complete worksheet on changing nouns and articles to their feminine/masculine form.
Algebra I-- Complete classwork section page 1-33, complete homework section pages 9-11. I hate math.
Science--Oh, and here's the killer. Seminar Science has had, for the past week, multiple homework assignments over the period of one night that the other classes haven't had--and on friday, he assigned us a poster project on a famous scientist of our (his, really, since he makes you choose from a list) choice--AND on top of that, he's assigned a stupid worksheet on the scientific method...
One morning you wake up and discover that your radio no longer works. How might you apply the steps of the scientific method to determine the cause of the problem?
2.) Formulate an hypothesis: "If...then..." Oh, lord. Perhaps if I check the back of this radio and see if the batteries are working, or if there are any at all, and then proceed to throw it away and get a new one, because it's not worth going through the scientific method to fix a shitty radio. Proof of my science teach's utter idiocy: Formulate AN hypothesis? Oh, his l.a. teacher would be appalled....
Band-- Get stupid field trip permission slip signed, and maybe I'll get to go if I'm lucky, because it was actually due on friday. Practice my fingers off, memorize music. Fill out practice log that I've abandoned for past month.
Gym-- Haha, my favorite class of the day. The sad thing? That sentence was not dripping with sarcasm. Homework? As if. But our gym teachers also happen to be idiots. As Jack Black put it ever so eloquently in School of Rock, "Those who can't do, teach. Those who can't teach, teach gym."
Alumuninum bat. Idiot swings. Bonks poor dude on head. Blood everywhere. Bye bye.
Ai, mi dios...
Mood:  pissed off
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2003.09.28 12.17
I have confessions to make.
I did think bad about one of my so-called best friends.
But I think the following scenario calls for said bad thoughts.
We've been best friends forever, and we used to have friendship rings and bracelets and she confided in me and nothing this year had changed maybe except for the fact that she and I don't have many classes together and I'm rambling now.
Yesterday was her birthday.
Kelly tells me that she and a few people were going to the movies to celebrate it.
And I'm standing there, wondering why the hell no one has told me about this.
More importantly: Why Ashley has never told me about this.
Even though I knew about it, I never did go. Why should I, after all, if she had never even invited me? Because I suppose I'm nothing but a pile of shit to her.
Oh, the hypocrisy. For here was the girl who complained about Kelly and I never inviting her to one of our social outings.
I should feel very hurt--but I'm too angry to be.
Alright, Ash. Watch our friendship go down the drain.
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2003.09.24 21.39
Life rears its ugly, haggard, wrinkled face.
No words could justify it.
But there was this girl that I knew, once upon a time.
And no matter how hard life's wind blew in her face, the smile that was there could not be wiped off.
And she ran on and on and on, like nothing could stop her.
And nothing did.
Because of the way she was, people pitied her.
But she wanted no pity, no sympathy.
If I could be half that girl--
Never.
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2003.09.23 21.58
A note to my beloved friend(s):
My deepest apology if you have not gotten the memo--
But stop being a drama queen.
You are but a little girl in a world that has little sympathy. I am certain you have not found love, and I am quite sure that he is not your true love whom you will grow old with, because as was the same with all the countless others, a week will pass and all will be forgotten about him.
I understand if you ail because of him--heartbreak can happen, and yes, it isn't something we can help.
But you don't need to shout it to the whole world, much less in such an uneloquent manner.
Quite frankly, I'm sick and dead tired of it.
Please, shut up.
Trust me, love: There are plenty of other things in this world that will make your heart shatter into tiny little pieces, and you'll wonder how on earth you'll ever piece them back together--but you know what? You can either let the shards lie there on the floor or pick up as much as you can and move on. It is the way of life, something that everyone goes through.
Stop crying.
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2003.09.21 22.11
I'm starting this journal for one reason.
Because I'm sick of telling lies.
Lies upon lies upon lies.
I need to tell the truth.
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I can't get over the fact that I came so very close to calling the police yesterday.
I can't get over the fear I felt.
And perhaps eliminating myself from this Earth would solve problems.
I plead guilty.
Mood:  guilty
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