Joyous nonsense.

7:40PM

AlaSTARman (7:40:31 PM): You're just really, really fucked up.
AlaSTARman (7:40:37 PM): In an unnatural way.
Legallyblond8908 (7:40:40 PM): Thanks.

7:39PM - Courtesy of the Black Eyed Peas.

What's wrong with the world, mama
People livin' like they ain't got no mamas
I think the whole world addicted to the drama
Only attracted to things that'll bring you trauma
Overseas, yeah, we try to stop terrorism
But we still got terrorists here livin'
In the USA, the big CIA
The Bloods and The Crips and the KKK
But if you only have love for your own race
Then you only leave space to discriminate
And to discriminate only generates hate
And when you hate then you're bound to get irate, yeah
Madness is what you demonstrate
And that's exactly how anger works and operates
Man, you gotta have love just to set it straight
Take control of your mind and meditate
Let your soul gravitate to the love, y'all, y'all
-Where is the Love, Black Eyed Peas

4:49PM - Run-on sentence.

This is one filthy house but I don't like to clean very much so there's a good chance nothing's going to get done about that or anything else because I procrastinate sometimes but that's okay because I get enough done like for instance today I did two loads of laundry and washed some dishes but I still have to sweep and vacuum because that's what really needs to be done not to mention the fact that my car is still chilling out in the backyard and the ladder is against the house and my stuff is everywhere and I should go feed Puffy because she's hungry.

3:29PM

I feel so FREE because they're not here.
Finally.
The stop/clear button on the microwave will be pushed every time something is taken out of it.
The spices on the stove will stayed lined up in the right order.
The hair will be taken out of the shower drain.
The phone will be hung up and charged.
The windows will be opened with no bitching.
My music shall play and my tattoo shall be visible.

24/7!!

7:54PM - Courtesy of Bob Dylan

Johnny's in the basement
Mixing up the medicine
I'm on the pavement
Thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat
Badge out, laid off
Says he's got a bad cough
Wants to get it paid off
Look out kid
It's somethin' you did
God knows when
But you're doin' it again
You better duck down the alley way
Lookin' for a new friend
The man in the coon-skin cap
In the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills
You only got ten

Maggie comes fleet foot
Face full of black soot
Talkin' that the heat put
Plants in the bed but
The phone's tapped anyway
Maggie says that many say
They must bust in early May
Orders from the D. A.
Look out kid
Don't matter what you did
Walk on your tip toes
Don't try "No Doz"
Better stay away from those
That carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose
Watch the plain clothes
You don't need a weather man
To know which way the wind blows

Get sick, get well
Hang around a ink well
Ring bell, hard to tell
If anything is goin' to sell
Try hard, get barred
Get back, write braille
Get jailed, jump bail
Join the army, if you fail
Look out kid
You're gonna get hit
But users, cheaters
Six-time losers
Hang around the theaters
Girl by the whirlpool
Lookin' for a new fool
Don't follow leaders
Watch the parkin' meters

Ah get born, keep warm
Short pants, romance, learn to dance
Get dressed, get blessed
Try to be a success
Please her, please him, buy gifts
Don't steal, don't lift
Twenty years of schoolin'
And they put you on the day shift
Look out kid
They keep it all hid
Better jump down a manhole
Light yourself a candle
Don't wear sandals
Try to avoid the scandals
Don't wanna be a bum
You better chew gum
The pump don't work
'Cause the vandals took the handles
-Subterranean Homesick Blues, Bob Dylan

8:12AM

To-Do List for this Morning:

Charge camera so I can take lots of pictures.
Wash sheets so they are all clean and fresh.
Finish packing so I have something to wear.
Take a shower so I'm all clean and fresh.
Brush Francis so she knows I love her.
Pick books for the trip so I have something to do.
Eat breakfast so I feel my best.
Write out very detailed fish-feeding directions so Heathcliff doesn't die.

I think that's about all.

6:18PM

I'm being forced to update by a tyrant.

I CAN'T WORK UNDER THIS PRESSURE!

In other news, I'll be in the bayou tomorrow. Well, early Sunday morning. There's still the matter of the 22 hour bus ride. Sarah, Emilie, and I stole a lunch tray today on which we can play cards and read tarot and draw pictures. I have three books to read and I'm hoping that a Cosmo comes in the mail today like it's supposed to.
Anyway, I'd rather talk to Alastair than update, sooo....

FIN.

10:01PM

9:45PM

I spent hours in a forest today.
And Alastair didn't believe that I could get us out of there purely with intuition. Someone learned otherwise.

11:26AM

AND:

I got a full scholarship for Alternative Spring Break.


Things are really looking up.


That and I made a new friend. His name is Alastair.

11:24AM

I'm home today with a respiratory infection. It kind of blows.

In other news, I got into Americorps yesterday.

( : ( : ( :

I'm leaving for Iowa in July.

8:35AM - I took this from my journal a year or two ago.

[x] I do (some) wear make up
[] When I walk by mirrors, I can't help but look
[x] I wear toe nail polish.
[x] I have cried at a movie theater.
[x] I've purposely talked to a guy my boyfriend didn't like.
[x] I love chocolate
[x] Getting a flower makes me smile, especially for no reason.
[] I've wrecked a car.
[] I can't put mascara on without opening my mouth.
[x] I'd do anything for a special guy.
[x] I think Johnny Depp is sexy in Pirates of the Caribbean.
[x] I've gotten a detention.
[] I've gotten suspended
[x] I love to laugh.
[x] I like rock.
[x] I like hip hop
[x] I like techno
[] I carry a purse everywhere.
[] I've been called a party girl.
[] I like to drink
[] I do/did own a spice girls cd.
[] I do/did own a Britney Spears CD.
[] Football isn't boring.
[] I love athletic boys
[] I love skater boys.
[x] Sweet guys are better than hot guys
[x] I've been called a tease.
[x] Lipgloss is better than lipstick.
[] I can't leave the house without makeup.
[x] I'm a bitch.
[x] I sing/have sung in the shower
[x] I play video games, even when there are other people around.
[x] My friends are the best, and they're important to me.
[x] I can be wild and crazy
[x] I really want to be with a certain someone right now.
[] I smoke way too much
[x] I have a tattoo
[] I have cheated on a boy
[x] I've thought about prom before grad. year
[] As a kid I was a girly girl
[x] As a kid I was a tomboy
[] I've played football with contact

8:01AM - Updates.

Here I am, once again, in the Hackett library. It's first hour right now, and my econ teacher has assigned us some project or report or something and I don't have the vaguest idea of what kind of project it is. Oh well, I'll figure it out and do it in the five minutes before class like I usually do.

So I had to get gas for my car this morning on the way to school. The gas station is a sad, morose place. I don't know if it was just coincidental and everyone was tired or what, but the only conversation I heard around me as I stood in line was about how no one can afford the rising gas prices and people can't afford fuel oil for their house. It was really depressing. Well, I guess it should be depressing. I put six dollars (my lunch money for the next few days) in my gas tank and I know that it won't even get me to school again tomorrow morning. I wonder how I'll find another six dollars tomorrow.

It's getting warmer outside. Sandals have been on my feet for the last two days. This is mainly because there is hardly any snow on the ground. It's still a good 35 degrees out, so my feet are by no means hot, but yeah. It's nice to look around and see a little color, even if it's just shades of brown. It's better than black and white and gray, which seems like the only color scheme winter can manage.

I turned in a resume to Gull Road Cinema. I really, really want the job. I know for a fact that they're hiring three people on and are in the process of looking at resumes and talking to people. I keep waiting for a phone call from them. I turned in my resume Monday afternoon, and it's now Wednesday morning. It's reasonable to give them a couple more days, but I'm really eager for a call. It would be so, so good to have a job again. Not just for the money, but having a job just feels good. It's nice to work. Although the money is pretty important.

The musical is ending this weekend. Back to the 80's at Hackett, that is. I am looking forward to it being over, although it is nice to have a play practice to go to. What am I saying? I still have Generation Next to do for the next month! Ms. Allbee and I have been fighing again this show. It's pretty tiresome. I hate Hackett drama, especially with the administration.

I am so exhausted. It seems like I can never wake up. Sometime in the late afternoon I start to perk up a little, but other than that, it's just impossible for me to be functioning at all. I blame the time change, although that seems like a bad excuse because it never even affects me at all. Maybe I have some sort of vitamin deficiency. That seems reasonable, what with the crappy winter moods everywhere. I did feel better back when I took a daily multivitamin (unless I took it on an empty stomach- than I had twenty minutes of awful, horrible pain). Perhaps I will remind my mom to buy more next time she's at Walgreen's.

Alternative Spring Break is coming up again. I don't really think I'll be able to go. It's a. Really expensive. and b. Kind of overlapping with my Generation Next show. I really hope I get to go. I applied for a scholarship, but I doubt I'll get it. I will be sad if I don't go. It'll be a long, long week alone at home. Oh wait, I won't be alone. My dad will be there napping with five TV's on and microwaving things that make the house smell bad. Maybe I'll get the Gull Road Cinema job and will be able to work all day.

Current mood: tired

10:49PM

Night time radio makes me lonely.

7:16PM - I hate to sound bitchy, but...

My mom got kind of drunk and told me what my dad's getting me for my birthday.
She seriously hates surprises and won't let anyone else have them.

Here's how the conversation went:
Mom: "So you know that thing you saw in the newspaper earlier?"
Carrie: "Yeah."
Mom: "Well, your dad's getting it for you for your birthday. I didn't want you to think that it was your idea."
Carrie: "Wow. Now I have to pretend to be surprised while another holiday goes by with me knowing exactly what I'm getting because you tell me ahead of time. Good job. I'm going to tell Dad that you told me."
Mom: "Fine."

Seriously, though... is she completely surprise-inept? It's supposed to be a happy coincidence that I like ahead of time what I don't know that I'm getting. She's supposed to grin all-knowingly and keep her mouth shut. I feel bad for my dad. He plans this thinking I'll have this happy little shocked smile on my face, while all the while I know everything. That makes me wonder, has she done this for every holiday when I've entrusted her with the secret of the gift that I'm giving? She did this at Christmas too. We both knew that Alex would like something she got him, and she told him the day after we bought it. "To make sure he'd like it." Like it would make a big difference if he didn't like it on Christmas or ahead of time. Turns out he'd like it, just like she and I both knew he would, and yet another surprise holiday was killed by her dumbness.


It's little things like this that make me so mad at her. I feel like a greedy bitch for saying that, but it's true.

7:55PM

WHEN I WOKE UP THIS MORNING THERE WAS A CAVITY IN MY TOOTH.

TONIGHT I WILL FALL ASLEEP KNOWING THE CAVITY IS NO MORE.


Oh, the magics of dentistry.

5:32PM

Sorry god, I don't negotiate with terrorists.

10:35AM

Oh my god, this crazy week is finally over.
Now I can sit back, relax, make cookies, and wait for Christmas to be over with.
Last night was a definite confirmation to the fact that I can't stand taking care of drunk teenagers.
It's winter now. No more fall. I think the very end of fall is the worst season.

Current mood: thirsty

Current music: Washing machine.

5:36PM

My mom just told me to stop knocking around like a wild indian.

7:43AM

The last time I saw a clock it was 7:11. Now it is 7:43. How did I avoid looking at a clock for thirty-two minutes? There was one sitting right in front of me for twenty-five minutes, I must have passed three in the halls, and I ignored the computer clock until now (7:44). Weird.


I don't like reverting to things at this low level of amusement just because I am at school. Shouldn't school be interesting?