El Immigrante!!!!

for me, math is over forever! woot. Today was the last exam, being math, and I am done it. for good. Next monday second semester, music theatre, hurrah. the bus fish-tailed this morning too, on the way to school. scary shit there.
I got the Tellstory cd, not to keep, mind you. Aric, my fellow math conqueror, let me borrow it until monday. SCORE. pretty good, too. track 3, don't know the name, but i love it. even my mom said they were good. lol! that was....interesting....

but you know what sort of ruined the mood of the day? finding out that next year, school would be starting a hour earlier. that sucks. why couldn't they wait another year, until i graduated? gark! i don't want to get up early, leaving for my bus stop before 7 am. screw that, even if I do get home earlier.
Reason for this? they want to save money by using the same buses that drop off highschool kids to bring public school kids to school at normal times. that means highschool kids with raging hormones have to get up extra early instead of the babies. DAMN. we have raging HORMONES, we can't go to sleep early and still have enough sleep! some of us are Insomniacs! what a load. cheapo education system. it is a known fact that we can't start focussing until around 11AM or something like that. I will make a bet that more students will do bad in school after this change because of the change in sleeping patterns. they should make it so that public school kids go to school at the normal time, and we go to school and hour LATER than usual, or vice versa, since we have to work in most cases part time jobs.
stupid education system, piece of crap schoolboard...i wish they would get sued or something! arg. that pisses me off.
maybe im just lazy, but even so, there are a lot of lazy people who agree with me, im sure. heh. even kirsten agreed with me, and she works her arse off.

anyway, that kind of put me out. stupid mother....errrrs.....

sigh, but other than that, it was a good day. first semester over, second starting...oi. im verrryyy tired. goal for the long weekend? to paint and write. i need to get some of that flowing more. i've got the urge!!!!
:D
well well well, it seems thats all i've got to say other than life sucks. but then again, every teenager says that, especially after finding out they need to get their ass out of bed even earlier next year. lucky dilholes who are graduating! arg! school is a rip off!

one man on the shutoff valve, one man on the gun!

in the music room again...

so, it seems that no one is really here today other than emma. Kirsten is leaving early, because she can, and that leaves emma and I alone here at school to make wreak havock on people! buahahaha
well, not really. we wont do that.
anyhoo, i've finished my studying for the day, and am now sitting listening to music, wishing i had an electric guitar, not an acoustic. gark! i should have brought my pick up! stupid me!
what a night... i seem to have forgotten everything I was going to type. isn't that a bumkick? i will have to steal a guitar from outside in a little while, after I play some SOLITAIRE, because i am the solitary person in this room....oooo! take that. stupid shelf.
I'm thinking that I have a bad fear of cars and trucks. I'm terrified of driving, even though I want my license. i just need it in case I HAVE to drive somewhere, but I can't stand driving! im afraid of it. isn't that pathetic??? i waited so long to be able to drive, and now that I can, i don't want to! I would rather do all the house chores than drive around in that huge frigging truck. i hate it, even. I know, how wierd, for someone to NOT like driving, but I don't. I think I'll just use public transit, bikes, and other people to get around. It would make more sense, to me at least.
i think someone is out there...
yup, janitor. oh sorry, Custodian.
ANYhoo....... beneath his hat the strangeness lies. take it off, hes got three eyes!!!
oooooo
you gotta love rush. flippen' eh! whoops! i got in trouble for closing the door. that sucks. oh well!
oh man, i need more music than this. I lvoe rush, but I need more stuff!!!! ARG. foriegn music would be nice, something from india, or africa, or something. something that you will never hear on a canadian radio station. cooooool stuffffff.
aren't i stupid?
to be honest, I am simply wasting time here. I have another hour and fifteen minutes before emma will come back and save me. OO, cold air! stupid door, close!!!!
some people really do amaze me sometimes. i don't want to say who, but some people, man! arg. i don't understand them. they say one thing, and then go and do something completely stupid that pretty much contradicts what they said earlier, or something that challenges it, at least. I dont understand it at all.... oi. I wish there were people in here, people I knew. but no, I am alone....ok, thank god for blankets, i need one right about now...

success!!!

alright....so, if any of my lucky friends at home are reading this, for whatever reason that might be, i have the blanket. take that! buahahah....
that was unneccesary, however thats spelt. sorry. i apologize..ahh, getting warmer now. where did this thing come from, anyway? did FB say whos it was??? i can't remember....hmmmmmm, it boggles the mind.

well, how much is that?.....almost enough. I think a little more shall do.
hehehe, friday was fun. we terrified someone online who I've never met but jenn knows. Creepy Jake, I believe it was. we spoke of Walking bananas, waiting for him and watching him, from under the floorboards and in the ceiling above him, waiting for him to join them, because he was also yellow in colour, and he would have to find his sheep, who are scared of whales.... i think that was it. it was fun though! along with taking those horrid tests. oi vay. those were interesting. i have the feeling that Emma and I will be going through some more of those today. wow my fingers are numb
alright, thats enough time wasting. im down to waiting another hour and....7 minutes.... only that long? come on, you guys! you're supposed to make this take longer!!! to get this day over with! you let me down...

That is all.....exams suck arse, and second semester will too. stupid west side story. I hate you, and yet I love you... gark!

g'day!

hockey games are fun yet stupid

my moms friend, maggie, gave us three tickets last night for the Bulls Hockey game. of course we went, we had nothing better to do, duhhh.
hell
first off, one ticket was sitting beside maggie's mother, someone i've never metbut gord (step dad) planned to have me sit beside, so he could sit beside my loving mother. NICE TRY!!! mom took that spot before gord could do anything. instead I was stuck between gord and an old caughing hockey fan, both of home leaned over me to speak to one another, since the guys hearing was bad.
on fun!
it amazes me, sometimes, all the different reactions a person can have. the person in front of me, being too quick a thinker for his own good, stood up at one point (when he was mad, I take it) and threw a puck onto the ice DURING play. i think he meant to distract the other team, but I don't know which team it was. anyway, i was sort of stunned by that. I had no clue someone could be so stupid/passionate about a game to throw another puck onto the ice. what the hell for???? it made NO sense to me.
then, NOT helping the situation, the guy behind me leans over past my ear and starts yelling at the guy who threw the puck. "What the hell type of fan are you? throwing stuff onto the ice...": etc etc, and that went on into mutters for another half hour, I think. thankfull that guy apologized for yelling into my ear, though he wasn't the only one to be yelling at the puck-thrower.
two hasty people, one whos a little too careless and passionate (being puck thrower) and the other being a little too angry himself. things like that, with reactions like that, help explain a lot of why the world is the way it is. too many people making stupid moves and too many people giving them all sorts of shit over it. thank god there wasn't any punches thrown. i was almost sure there would be.
it was funny though, only those few people and myself really noticed the puck get thrown from the guy in front. no one around me noticed the puck, though everyone else in the audience did, they just didn't know who threw it out there.
heres the funny part about pucks.
in one of the half-times, everyone who had baught a puck threw it to centre ice. whoever had it closest won. it was amazing. as soon as the announcer said start, all these little black pucks came flying from nowhere into one space on the ice. it was like seeing the line of where the rain stops right at your feet, and then sunshine from that spot on. it was so strange, all those phantom people throwing the same thing out into the rink, hoping for the same thing.
and of course, buddy behind me is muttering to the puck thrower from before "aww, you can't try out now...."
so strange. people really do amaze me. after a while, i got talking with the old man beside me about art though. that sort of helped the night, despite the fact that as soon as my mother got up to leave, I ran up the steps from my seat. :(. oh well.

i was imagining what it would be like to be blind last night, or to be going blind. I was imagining how it would feel to know that what you were seeing around you would be one of the last things you would ever see. how different thigns might seem, too. kind of scary to think about, but being an artist you have to worry about such things. after all, I couldn't write or paint or even perform very well if I was blind, right? so there goes half of my life right there. depressing stuff, but still worth thinking about sometimes. you remember to appreciate things more that way.

anyway, thats all for today. exams are winding down (stupid snow day!!!!) and things are starting to be pulled together. except for math. ARG

dreams

last night, I had a dream that the snow melted away, and there were flowers growing under it.
i don't remember much else of the dream, other than bits and pieces of what might have been a distorted version of the performance night of CCC...
at the end of the dream, I remember sitting at a table, studying, or just talking with friends of mine, and then someone called one of their cell phones. It was a telemarketer, and I remember that friend saying "Good choice, asshole," and then "No", and hanging up.
not much, I know, but thats all I can remember from it. and it was a good dream, though a little strange at some points.

so, im preparing for the photography test, the only thing I'm really worried about other than math. otherwise, I'm in the clear with exams. I should have brought some water though, and Im already regretting not bringing any.
people are just starting/finishing their photography projects as I speak. i had mine done last week. good thing I got going on it! Phew!!!!
got the guitar home and strung up, so I can play it now. I have named it pippin, since the white tree on it seems to resemble that of Minas Tirith's tree (so people tell me) and I figured a LOTR name would only suit. so, Pippin it is!!!! hurrah for paint. I also got back my EYE picture from the freedom contest a while back. don't know the results, though I imagine I didn't win. duh, why else woudl I have it back by now????

anyway, other than that, nothing else going on. waiting for thigns to get moving so I can too, etc etc.... wish me luck, for anyone who would possibly read this in the morning.....or even tonight.....:S:S:S:S:S

monday, at school....and storylines

AHHHH
i just saw a poster up in the hallway saying, "Looking for a date to the dance?" and it had Gollum on it. ARG. horrible. horrible. thats all I have to say about that. heh. poor gollum
so................................................................................................................................blank space here........................................................
i haven't got much to say today, honestly. last few days of classes, being until wednesday. wow. wednesday, we have a few classes before the first exam. then we are basically done things for the semester.
spent lunch todya in the music room, of course, and likely had the most painful laugh of my life. ow. funny people.
bertolt brecht. thats the subject that Jen is having problems with beside me. oh well.
my uncle has a country place no one knows about
he says it used to be a farm, before the motor law
dont know that line....
something about wind and hair....
oh well. RUSH! woot. need more music. i finnaly got batteries for this crappy cd player, etc, as well as pants to replace my split ones from...last week? was it last week? NO> week before last, whenthe parents left. these are good ones, i think, and I also got a new old scarf to wear.
ok, new story line, here it is....:
its basically about this.
there is a girl(no name for her yet) who goes missing. in the past, she lived with this tribe in some country, dont know which, somewhere in africa, after her plane crashed, almost liek a tarzan thing,only without the apes and stupidness. so, shes gone missing, and her friend (a fellow classmate as well as traveller) thinks shes gone back to live with the tribe again. despite this thought, the people around her friend keep telling him (yes, a him) that shes dead, since most evidence shows that she is.
so, her friend travels to africa, place around there, and finds out that her old tribe was wiped out from war over the land there. so, the friend takes a while to pick whether or not he will keep looking or turn around and go home.
he decides to keep going to find her, in middle of a desert.
after a while, he collapses from the heat, exhaustion, etc. hes foudn by another tribe of warriors, who take him into the jungle to try him for trespassing, to see whether of not he should live for compromising their land.
just before he is brought to be executed in the middle of this village in the jungle, his friend suddenly appears, saving his life from certain death.
so they basically chill in the village while she tells him that this new tribe, the warrior tribe, took over where the old tribe was, killing some and taking some as prisoners of war, it would seem.
the war that wiped most of the tribe was over land between different tribes as well as some whiteskins.
when he approaches her about the idea of going back home, she says that the only way they could leave is if they become sort of assassins for the tribe, and their freedom from the village is only granted after they have helped gain back some of the tribes original land.
this itself is hard to do with them, but even after such would be completed, there is also the problem of whether they will actually be allowed to walk free. in the past, other members of the old tribe, being held prisoner, accomplished the same thing, but were killed before they left the jungle.
so, while they work on getting their freedom, he also face problems amidst the tribe, such as several attempts on his life, even hers.

there you go! a rare look into my plans for the story. buahahahaha. thats basically all i've got for it so far. it shouldn't be too hard, once I can get the geography down, etc...which i won't be able to do, knowing me and my laziness.
so, in photography.....i should be studying, but I can't study worth crap. ill just look through my notes, read some things I should have read a while ago, etc etc. Com Tec will be easy to do....OH
speaking of which...time to work on that!


stupid picture from last post won't show up! ARG!

hehehehehehe

I had to put this in, hehe, thought it was cute.

Made a storyline today. tough one, but I think it can be done.
Guitar is almost finished, thank god!
hehe, just found this too

Parody!!!!
enjoy!!

oh,hell at 2 AM

cramps are crappy!!!!!! they wake me up at 2AM, and I don't get to sleep again until 5. ARG. THAT is why I sometimes wish I wasn't a girl. guys don't put up with that kind of stuff, lucky assholes.
at least i made up for the lost time by sleeping in.
hurrah for new jeans! still no poncho though....

spell check realyl is uselses. wo

PS: Rush rocks

and then, there were exams

yes, exams are finally approaching, and all too quickly. Last night, Caucasian Chalk Circle was finally performed. now thats over and done with! hurrah!
photography is all done, com tec needs some touching up, and I need to start lugging stuff back home from the music room.
but theres also math. last exam to do, next tuesday, I think, but it still needs to be done. oi!
Next semester is Musical theatre -yay west side story- but there are problems with a lot of people and Mr.G. Tara is dropping out, apparently, and a bunch of other people have already. some things are beginning to fall out. uhoh.
but, despite all this, the temperature has taken a break from trying to kill me and has gone up to -10, as of now, at least. earlier, i replaced my split jeans with new ones. don't really like them a whole lot, but I needed some, so there you go.
sadly, i found no poncho.
people are odd, especially little people. when I was walking through the mall (with mom, of course.) we walked past three girls, likely about 10-12 years old, and they were dressed in punk clothing, chains all over the place, etc. I don't know, maybe I'm just a little too picky I'm not one to talk about dressing, I don't wear the usual myself all that often, but they seemed a little young to be walking alone in the mall dressed up as if they were my age. yeah, number wise, its only a one digit difference, but theres a surprisingly large change in maturity and growth in general in that one digit change. I mean, 11 years old, you're not mature. duh. everyone knows that. bring it up to 16, well, you're still not all that mature, though it depends on the person.
still, big difference personality wise. ehn. i don't know. just seemed a little odd to me. kids want to grow up so quickly, and even at 16 I want to be 5 years old again. seems stupid, sure, but I wish I wasn't growing up. sometimes I wish things would never change, even though I want them to so much some other times. when I was little, I wanted to grow up. but when I thought that, what I really wanted wasn't to grow up and miss everything about being a kid, but to grow up and have a mind of my own, so i could understand things better. well, I'm getting there!
not news, but I guess kids reach puberty at an average age of 10 now. holy crap. does that not seem a little early? I guess its from all the hormones that are pumped into food today, and that alone sounds liek a really stupid sort of problem. everyone wants to play god.
I heard the other morning, on the radio, that a state down south had legalized Cloning humans. More playing god.
if you've got it, flaunt it. I guess that counts for all ages.

the dress rehearsal of hell

we, dress rehearsal is over, but we didn't get through the entire play. so, back tomorrow for yet another dreadful rehearsal. oh boy. the stakes are UP!
also, very recently, our water pipes exploded from the freezing degree weather. therefore, no toilet, no sink, no washing, NOTHING. HELL AGAIN. no matter where i go and what I do, hell is behind me. I won't sleep well tonight either, since I NEED to finish this freacking guitar(which has now been worked on a bit) and memorize lines more, and....arg. i need black pants.
so much to do, and it feels like a lot of it is beginning to crash around me.
and above it all, despite my taking care of the house for a week, i am told that I am being selfish by giving people a ride home and not asking for one so my parents don't have to drive.
theres truth in that, i understand that perfectly, but until exams are over, and this damn play is done, i don't NEED that stuff right now. He just got back, and I don't need to hear him bitching about damn mistake i make.
AAAAAAAAAEEEEEEERRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGG
i hate step-parents. i think that if we can't get the water fixed, I will sleep over at my dads instead, get a ride to Jazz with them, etc....die at some point maybe
all in all, it has been an emotionally testing day, and I'm getting close to the breaking point.
rub everything in my face gord, yes, keep going. i don't care!!!

gark

love that word.
i need to be in a mental institution, severely, and all I want right now is a guitar to play, and I don't even have that! god damnit this week sucks ass!

ow my finger

i think i have carpol tunnel
eh
So, yeah...
tom and edward are assholes
anyway, they want to be called infadells....sure, thats how you type it...
i can't help but find it odd how a bunch of us are friends. i mean, was it just coincidence that we are all friends and have almost everything in common? like this puny and horrible little room? we all just met in here one day, and BAM! there it was. kind of freaky, when you think about it. I was wondering earlier how random it was that Gram came to bayside for an extra year of highschool at Bayside, not Quinte. I just thought it was funny, because otherwise I would never have gotten to know him. It would have been wierd without some of us never being around as often as we are. Like now, when there are a few of us missing, like emma and jenn, it seems a lot more quiet, not that it would be loud with them here..........ummm.......hmmm
well, theres quite a few of us here, but the mood is a lot more calm than it is other days. theres maybe four regulars in here right now, and Tara and Kim. not that they aren't regulars, but they aren't here nearly as often as Tom, Myself, Grame and Edward. not quite as regular. anyway, theres usually about ten of us in here....wow.
I don't know. i think about that every now and then, how different things would be if I never came in here. I've met the most amazing people that i'll likely ever meet in here. Bram! hes awesome, and if I never starting showing up in here grade 9 and 10, I would never have known him, or angus, or alex(?) or tom, emma, chris, james, everyone!!! i never would have met them now, because of that one moment in grade 9 when I thought I would spend lunch hour in here instead of alone in the hallways, because of one seemingly small decision at the time, it has effected the rest of my life. Its amazing, the whole butterfly effect you get from it. These people have made me who I am, they've changed me in so many ways. Im braver than ai was, a lto of changes made, and I'm so thankful for it. things would have been really different otherwise, and I can't even imagine how.
I wouldn't trade this for anything in the world.

well, back to the carpol tunnel...

drag...and then the end of the day

drama class is starting to become emotionally draining. we are three days before a big performance, and hardly ANYONE is giving a shit and trying to memorize their lines. there will be more than 120 people there at the least, and we are going to DIE in front of them. my lines are pretty much down, I just need to remember cues, and all the while, we are being hounded at by the teacher.
oi
I will have all but two tickets (out of ten) sold tonight to my brother and family(4), my parents(2), and my other parents(2). hurrah! lots of money there, 5$ a ticket. yet, i don't know any friends of mine who are going and aren't in the thing. awww. that makes me sad.:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(
parents are home tonight at about 10ish, around there. they called when I was just falling asleep (thanks mom! oh by the way, i need money), and then Samm called.
thanks samm. great to hear that!
good night.
oi
things are starting to build up now, what with projects due, math test tomorrow, dress rehearsal tomorrow night until about 6ish, etc. oh boy. this is going to be exhausting.
well, wish me luck!

later

oh man. i forgot how great a guitarist Jimmy Page really was until I actually listened to some music for the first in a while. how i miss it so...
well, the day is over, and I'm here, at home, thinking about stuff. I have a lot to get done before the week is out, and so LITTLE time and energy. the whole painting-the-guitar thing? didn't go through. i mean, i will paint it, but I didn't start yet...no...will...what...so...ever
i did finish one thing for photography though, now to start on the last thing, study, do com-tec stuff, memorize lines, bring supper/money, and start an essay. arg! im sure i could do all those things in a few hours, if I lived at the school and had no time limits. BUT NO. i live in a house without dark rooms, drama rooms, or even FOOD.
the last bag of milk is half full, and has to last through tomorrow? that WONT happen, knowing my addiction to that lovely substance.


sigh.
i sold some tickets tonight, and am waiting on my brother to see if he calls to buy tickets. stupid patrick with his "im busy" excuse. what an asshole.
we're going to die on stage. big time. i know it. i mean, I'm pretty sure I'll have everything down by then, since i'll be going over the stuff like mad, but still, some people aren't even trying. i hope most people show up tomorrow night for the rehearsal. we need it badly.
well, im off to type until my fingers are numb, etc...and think some more, maybe...

ahh, billah

well, it seems that This picture made up for the whole jesus thing

hehe, i wish i watched those awards! -dies-
watching bowling for columbine tonight with friend, maggie (actually, its my moms friend, but shes COOL!) and looking through old negatives for my project. yipes! i need to get to work on that!

Jesus action figure?????!!!!

yes, its true. there is one. old news, right?
pff!
i want to rant. i have nothing better to do.
I just looked at this website with the "action figure" on it.
quote:
"But, wherever your theological compass points, you will agree that this is the coolest action figure since G.I. Joe."
holy CRAP! If I were religious, I would be ashamed of myself and stop going to church. this is SO stupid! I thought there was a commandment against this sort of thing. jesus christ, the son of god, now in plastic form for a child to play with!
oh, and look, his arms can raise up to the heavens and he has Great Gliding Action!
oh boy....where the hell did this need for a plastic jesus come from? what person got it in their mind that they should make a toy in the resemblance of the son of god? WHO would be so niave as to do that? to challenge everyones take on the one and only son of god and make a toy out of him. its disrespectful! holy shit, thats what this is. holy shit. not even HOLY...
oh boy
I should not get ranting.
I just seems to wrong, doesn't it? the son of god is not a toy, if there is such a god.....man, if I were god, I would be plenty pissed
here...


take that, jesus!

yet another movie watched

The war. hehe, little frodoooo. It was actually a very good movie, about a man who is messed up from Vietnam and is trying to teach his kids how to deal with bullies, etc. in the end, it doesn't work out too well. he dies. but hey! it was good!
Horoscopes suck! what a boring day!!!
i'm running out of food and have no money to get more! yipes. i hope I can survive till tuesday on one bag of milk and peanut butter.
im just waiting for the Score to come on, since I like Edward Norton. buahahahahaha. and its canadian and i have nothing else to do.
and of course, i did NOT paint the guitar. im soooo laaaaazyyyyyyyy.
but, at the moment, there is nothing else to say, so....BUH

early in the morning....compared to usual, at least.

alarm clock this morning? two cats screaming at one another.

all of last years winter, I shovelled the driveway. When I say driveway, I mean two, since we share a driveway with our neighbours. and all of that winter, either me or my step dad would shovel. the neighbours NEVER did.
well, they shovelled for the first time this morning. Their half only, mind you, but they shovelled.
eeeerrrrrrrrrrr.
appreciation is always nice, and so is equal share. I guess they've never heard of either.
oh well.
Movie thats on today? Maverick, but I've already seen it three times, the third being last night after MAD MAX! heh. i forgot about that movie.
Mad Max scared me as a kid. the movie, I mean. I was little, and it scared the crap out of me. I think it was just the way the camera worked though. watching it last night, It was fine.
i cant believe my dad let me watch those movies!!! man. tremors, mad max, dirty dancing, what am I missing???? i forget most of them, save for tremors. I love that movie. the third one sucks though. Ass-Blasters???? how creative!!!
Parents are supposed to return tuesday, from what I hear. yipes. they are going to hate me.
"Mom? Would you like to pay ten dollars and come see CCC?"-"Mom, can you buy me some black pants for CCC?"-"Mom? Can you buy more food? I ran out"
oi. I would hate me if I weren't me. actually, I already hate me and I am me.

stupid people on WinMX. don't let me finish a d/l from them. arg. kill them all!!!
once upon a looking-for-donna time
there was a 16 year old virgin
oh donna, oh oh donna, oh oh oh
looking for my donna.
yay hair...they should make RENT a movie, then I can actually see it!

horoscope says I am supposed to have people over. wow. thats precise. I'm amazed that applies to every possible sag in the world! thats a lot of sag's having company at once.
i hate horoscope. I think I was supposed to be something else, like a Virgo...or Capricorn....or something that fits me better. yarg.

what am I going to eat for supper? man! I have no food! I made up the last of the pasta last night, and everything good is gone....maybe ill have pancakes!
or not.

help! need food!!!!

a non-eventful day...oh well!

heh, Hair was on again...

OI! so, I vacuumed today, d/l hair music (heh) and destroyed two vinyle records... well, it was only prince, so there go. take that, idiot who thinks you can paint in bed in the nude on your stomach. you dont know crap! buahahaha. yeah, it was for photography, for a 3-D look for a final project. yipes! I need to study for that!
I got life, mother
I got laughs, sister
I got freedom, brother
I got good times, maaaaaan
woot!
who would have thought Treat Williams was a good singer? yes, I am still going on about HAIR. heh. poor Berger dies...oops. !!!SPOILER!!! for anyone who gives a flying f***

so, I'm thinking I'll shovel stuff tomorrow, if it isn't frozen or warm enough to melt (as if THAT will happen, go from -25 to 2? i wish!) thats laziness for you. and paint my friggen guitar so I can PLAY the damn thing!....I should have gone to dads. crap.
oh the pain!!! I need a guitar to play, right now! and they're both gone. :'(
well, it encourages me to hurry up on the yamaha and finish it. sigh. so much effort that isn't there...
I could have gone to a hockey game tonight with Maggie (moms friend), but then I remembered I don't like hockey OR the Bulls, so there you go. stay home. do nothing. blablablablablabla. i need to start photography stuff anyway, work on my lines for Drama ( I have the first scene memorized! take that Chris!!!......?), and an essay for that, and think harder about....things. GA!
im just waiting to see what might be coming on soon, if anything. any good movies? nope. I need to write! I have a few stories going, and none of which i feel the....umm, whats the word.....ok, scratch that. I have a writers block. simple and plain. that and I have one story, which got up to 160 pages, and got corrupt from my STUPID floppy disk drive failling in the middle of saving.....ERRRRR....but yeah. i need to work on that, though I can't. Do you have any idea how hard it is to start over something that took you forever really get into? its impossible! so Im thinking I'll change everything around the second time, or give myself chance to forget the entire thing. then I wont feel so stupid re-writing it...
stories.....stories......must write! but can't!
the one is about this band, in the 70's (I think I put it in '75, but i can't remember too well) and just about how they try to make it. i don't think they will though, they sort of suck. heh. nah.
another is...wow, need to remember. CRAP! i can't. well, the one that got corrupt was about another world sort of thing. all fantasy.
RIGHT! the other was sci-fi fantasy-ish. about people in 3000 something, and the sun is turning into a white dwarf (for those who don't know star-phases, that basically means the sun is shrinking and dying, since it missed the supernova stage and just shrunk) but yeah, theres that one. and, buahaha, there will be NO ending to that one. just to screw with you! buahahahahahaha......

thats what happens when I get going about stories and such. the one I'm mainly working on is the band one, since I can really just put some of my own daily events or whatever into it. what a waste of time and space on my computer, eh? that reminds me, I need to save that story to disk...ooo, could have lost another one if I got a virus!

I made a decision about my two pairs of split pants (oh the hell of knowing your ass to getting fat). I will find an older pair of jeans and flares, and use the pants that ripped to make fancier flares....ok, let me go into detail.
One pair of pants that split from sitting on something that I should not have sat on, were jeans. they can't be saved either, I think...no. anyway, I'm going to tear them apart and put bits of them into another pair of jeans, ones that are gasoline style, or whatever, that I never wear, so that thye are flares and have blue-jean fabric in the flares. buahahaha. as for the other pair of pants, plaid ones, ill do the same to them, only to a black pair of pants that already had flares in them....
uhoh.
i need black pants for drama. SHITE!
thats the plan though! if I can learn how to use a sowing machine....I dont think my mom would do it for me. she would freak out at the thought of doing such things to pants. hehe.

well, I think thats about it for now...

AT LAST! I have seen HAIR!

buahahahaha
the first thing i said this morning (even though no one was around to hear it other than the cats) was HOLY SHIT, HAIR IS ON! Yell that a few times, and theres my first sentence of the morning. buahahahaha
but, something boggles me....how the HELL did kirsten see me as Berger last year? I dont look like treat williams! arg! Frodo? I understand that, but how the hell Berger?????????? I don't jump on tables and stuff, though I would if I could...???
wow, I'm lost.
must find soundtrack for it!

Movie networks are great sometimes, like for seeing a musical you never would have seen otherwise. I wonder if its on dvd? but yeah, they can be handy...and sometimes they can't be. ONE good movie a week, and the rest is either crap or boring crap, or a mixture of both of those and talent, somehow...ummm, Let me think about that one for a while.

well, its the weekend now, and nothing is on the to-do list, yet that is. Im thinking I'll get back into Downloading and get music from my new favourite musical. other than that, there is nothing to do. thats the sad part about Stirling, theres nothing interesting in it, not even a record store (not that I would go out, but it would be nice to have that stuff readily available). and its fucking COLD! holy crap, -25 this morning, i'm not going out in that unless my cat is frozen somewhere, or something....and even she doesn't want out. stupid cat.
so, for now, Music, Tv, Painting...oh, and photography.

don't you love html? i do! Last night, with the help of the MIA Alison, I messed around with this thing so that little Avatars can show up. hurrah! i love those things, heh. computers are great for some things.

anyway, thats all for now...

So, This would be the third post today, but thats because i am SOOOO bored, and I need to get used to it. good enough excuse? of course it is.
well.............

i apologize ahead of time for any disappointments....


who is reading this?
never mind
who am I?
ACTUALLY, there is a beginning. first of all, I will introduce to you, Jimmy Baggins' Origin..

Jimmy Baggins, which in the description or whatever is the slayer of Priests and Ringwraiths came from three major things. the name, Jimmy, comes from my all-time fav guitarist (Save for Alex Lifeson and whoever else I simply dont know yet, buahahahahaha) JIMMY PAGE> hurrah. Baggins? come on! people who know me know that I look like Frodo. well, there you go. Frodo BAggins.
so, why those two names put together? how the hell would I know? you tell me, damnit~!
so.....why priests and wraiths? the Lord of the Rings part explains it, really, but at thge time of the creation of Jimmy Baggins, I was obsessed with the song 2112, which was about a character who started a revolution with the power of music (Another guitarist sort of link there). the song is by RUSH, as people around me know, heh, and....wow, i lost my train of thought. there you go!
so, Jimmy Baggins, the creation...

train of thought lost again....

AHA! I finally got out of the house last night and went to jens. that was fun. good old LOTR! last night was the second time I've seen it. oh boy, I love Lord of the Rings, but I can't help but think of so many insulting things about it... Frodo is gay and Gandalf enjoys watching hobbits bounce around in bed. what a stupid dumb that frodo is...


what a crappy day! I froze my legs off this morning and my left hand went blue after school. frigger. There are steps in the whole freezing process, and I think i went throughjust about all of them before I reversed and was normal again (if you can call me normal)
first, theres that whole cold stage. thats where you're cold. second, theres the starting to freeze. third, your legs start to burn, but at the same time feel sort of numb. fourth, their numb, NOOOO feeling at all. fifth, a horrible tingling thing that could be burning, but im not sure. MY legs were burning when I finally stood still, but it felt better than freezing.
that was when the bus arrived, actually, so then the legs were burning, then numb, then freezing, then cold, and then TADA! normal regular body temp. i love it.
i was walking home though, and i had a bag of overnight crap, and I wanted to keep my hands warm, so INTO the pockets they go, and the bag around my wrist...a while later I wonder why I can't feel that hand, so i bring the thing out, and its friggen purple! like seeing a dead body, but it was only a hand, not a body....eeeeewwwwwwww. that was worse than sticking my middle finger with the cut on it into developer and then stop bath. that hurt...

hmmm, 5 something....well well well.....im cold and want a tuna sandwich, NOW....stupid tuna

Things I have accomplished this week:
-nothing
I guess when parents leave the house for a week, you DON'T get a life.

So, I just made this thing....and I have nothing interesting to say at the moment, other than we are preparing for a funeral of the late Lava lamp. may it rest in peace...