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[Apr. 19th, 2004|11:06 pm] |
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I did the twenty minute pilates workout an hour ago, and I'm still sore. I remember last summer I could do the forty minute workout twice a day, lift weights and then jog around the lake for half an hour. I'm getting old.
Today in Humanities I was looking through my American Lit. book, and it has the first part to Angels in America . I saw the HBO miniseries, and I'm really liking the play. We went to the library in that class to have a group meeting about a poetry project due next week, but I just half listened while I read the play. The meeting was stupid and pointless anyway. I'm in a group with three girls that the teachers love, so they always get A's no matter what they do in class. We have the "Popular" girl, the "Brain", and the "Gawth". Now the funny thing is, the popular girl and "Brain" are people I like, the first one is very friendly and the second is extremely funny. It's the "Gawth" I can't stand. She's a pseudo-intellectual, is one of those people who stops listening to a band after more than 100 people hear about them, my-angst-is-overwelming poet, and is a trendsbian/ all around whore. This is going to be fun :|
In over news, my Chem partner wasn't at school. Amen. I always have the worst partners; they all rush through lab work, doing a crappy job and snapping at me for not trying to work so fast I break the sound barrier. I got to do the whole lab assignment by myself and it was absolutely wonderful. No bitchy partners. I went at my own speed, putting time and effort into what I was doing. I was even complimented by Mr. V______ on the quality of my copper sample at the end of class. I wish I could do lab work alone all the time in Chem. |
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[Apr. 18th, 2004|10:19 pm] |
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I really want to write an entry right now, but brain isn't cooperating. Blech.
I had a lot of homework to do. Did some, didn't do some. I did slack much, however. |
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[Apr. 17th, 2004|06:06 pm] |
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My hair is horrible. I hate it so much, I wish I could shave my head. It refuses to look good. I went to the salon this morning, and my hair cut is almost worse than before I went.
The back is not spikey AT ALL (like I wanted), but bushy (!). And the way she cut my bangs makes me look like a page boy, which means I will have to wear makeup or look like a dyke. Neither of which I enjoy. Grrr.
Yesterday I went to Ashley's house, for the first time in 2 months. We went across the street to her neighbor's house. Her neighbor moved out last July and the house is completely empty. Very creepy. But it's on the lake, and since we didn't have anything better to do, we went down.
Ashley dipped her feet in the water and shivered. I tried it and said it wasn't that cold. She looked at me and bet me five dollars to jump in. It was about 50 degrees out and this lake was still frozen in parts two weeks ago. Since I'm poor and no one likes me enough to give me a job, I accepted.
I was wearing a sweater and jeans, not the most ideal for swimming in. So I had to strip down to my bra and underwear while Ashley was saying I wasn't really going to do it, etc, etc.
And then I did. The water wasn't freezing, but I still got out asap. Ashley was shocked, but thought it was hilarious. I jumped in again, but she wouldn't give me another five. :\
We didn't have any towels and I didn't want my clothes to be completely soaked, so I huddled on a bench, trying to dry. That was the coldest part of the whole ordeal. It didn't work. I was still soaking wet when I put my clothes on.
We walked back to Ashley's house and talked about how stupid it is for girls to give head to guys. Not that we do, but Ashley has a friend, I call her Millar, who always brags about that. It really is, since she never gets anything from them. ("It's so gross!" quote the Millar) We also talked about online journals. Apparently she has one, but it isn't lj and she doesn't want to tell me her username. That's okay, I understand that it's hard to say what want to when people you know in real life are reading.
The rest of the night was boring; we ate diner, watched tv, Ashley talked about Florida, and we played Uno. [sarcasm] What a wild and crazy Friday night. [/sarcasm] |
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[Apr. 15th, 2004|05:10 pm] |
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What to say about today? The sun rose and I went to school, the same thing I do five times a week. First block was alright; we're studying Whitman in English. I think he's a very talented poet and sounds like a wonderful person. But ever since Mrs. O___ showed us that documentary about him, people in my class can't get over the fact that he was bisexual, especially the guys. I mean, honestly.
Chapel was better than usual today. The school actually brought in a speaker who wasn't completely looney. Now to make up for this, next week's speaker will be frothing at the mouth onstage. The sad thing is, 85% of the speakers already do.
There were only five people in Advanced Biology today, since all the seniors are on the Washington trip. We designed our own anthropodes, and tommorrow we're going to build them. I love that class: I do barely any homework in it, yet I still get straight A's in it because Miss M___ loves me. Biology Honors last year was the same way. Now if I could be teacher's darling in all my classes...
In a similar vein, report cards came today. My report card is still in it's envelope, safely tucked away in my book bag. I know it isn't bad, but I always feel like I could have done better. I blame my parents, always telling me to "do my best", and whatnot :\ |
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[Apr. 14th, 2004|08:07 pm] |
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I cleaned up my journal today. Got rid of all the groups I signed up to, but never was very active in. And most of my posts in this journal that just...well, sucked. I'm either too tired or bitchy when I post. And not even in an interesting or funny way. I'll have to work on that.
Its also that I felt like I wasn't being real in any of the posts. Which is just stupid, since a journal should be a reflection on your true personality, not some superficial piece of shit. |
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