Saturday, November 02, 2002
I finally ate something last night. I hadn't eaten or drank anything but a "pixie" stick at Carlos' house since the CSF banquet. I was pretty much forced/compelled to eat a piece of pizza since I wasn't really hungry yet but I didn't want to just leave it in the garage. Later that night I had a cappuccino/cocoa (Thanks! Merci! Efharisto! Salamat![?]). It was a nice night actually. Thanks for coming over you guys, even if I didn't really need comforting, I still wanted to talk to someone. WOOOOOOOO! Ciaociao. See ya later.Friday, November 01, 2002
I think this kinda sums up Halloween: It's been SMASHING.That was such a bad thing to say right now... Well Happy Birthday RJ, and I'm sorry you guys. Um..Really. And yeah.
Thursday, October 31, 2002
Yayayyyyyy.... My AP Eng worksheet thing is done. Too bad I'm too lazy to proofread. You guys'll just have to deal with incomprehensible half-asleep babbling. oooohhhh WELLWednesday, October 30, 2002
I Love Seth Lombardi.http://pages.prodigy.net/nlom/_images/moi/duuude0001.jpg
His name is "Seth", and is you squint he kinda looks like Jonny Depp. And he's funny. As far as I know. And he has a cool last name. "Looombaarrddii" kinda just rolls off the tongue, ne?
It's six thirty in the morning and I'm blogging!! Haha... Di I blog too much? Perhaps.
I woke up this morning and dozed in bed listening to a really nice, happy, perky piece of classical. I looked at the clock and saw it was(according to MY clock) 6:04. Now I always have my clock about a half hour ahead or I would never be motivated to get out of bed. "How does this work when you already know it's changed?" Well, because I ddon't think about it when I'm half-asleep at 530 in the morning. Anyway, I knew we'd had a time change and so I lept out of bed, assuming it was actually 7:04 and my ride would be here any moment. Unfortunately for me we had gone back and hour and I was fully dressed and fully awake at 600 in the morning.
Damn.
Tuesday, October 29, 2002
Does any of my poetry ever make sense? I don't think so. It's very very free verse.I need to teach other people stuff in yearbook. I was all over the darn room trying to get everything done. Can noone do anything themselves? I had about three people talking to me every second! Not just about one thing tho. It was "Correct my article", "Look at my spread", "HOW DO I MAKE A PICTURE BOX?" Oh. My. Goodness. Elitevision is such an easy program, why doesn't anyone know how to create a textbox!? oh... now I sound bitter. I'm not. I feel cool that I can do stuff an other people can't. And frankly, for some reason I'm unusually adept at figuring out software. Not that Elitevision is really complex or anything like that. And I didn't make that up. Someone else told me I was good at software, I just agree. I don't know why. I just am. Mostly. Kinda. In a way. Of course I'm not Benjamin-the-techie who reformats computers or anything. But it annoys me to see people doing things the hard way and not using shortcuts. Or worse, when I don't have the mouse and I have to try and guide the person thru the steps and they JUST DON'T GET IT. It's sooo frustrating. I love feeling cool and useful and stuff -- but gracious...
um... I think there was something else I wanted to say. Hm...
Dr BROWN: Do you read my blog much? I want to know because You read some peoples and stuff but I wonder if mine, um... "holds your interest"....
Everyone else(well not everyone, but you know who you are) : haha.. I'm ignored. Just watch. I'm going to have a complex when I "grow up". I will take bets on whether I get ignored or not. Takers? Winner gets..uh...the satisfaction of winning.
I repeat myself too much. I really do. I dwell on things too. I think it's because people don't pay attention to me because I'm used to just listening and since no one pays attention to me I'm used to saying everything multiple times to be noticed and so I just get to be really redundant. See what I mean about being obsessive? What can I say? I need a hobby.
Monday, October 28, 2002
A couple people have found it odd that I never talk to the Seniors online outside of "blogdom". I guess it is. But I never really knew them well. I knew them well enouhg for them to always be, to me, "the Seniors"... but still not that well. Anywho. It came up because Justin asked if I ever talked to "Kat Why", because we seemed similar to him. I guess. Iono. I guess that's the problem isn't it? I really don't know. Well I'm Sunniegreen13, for future reference.... I'm ALWAYS online. And ciao!Sunday, October 27, 2002
I'm feeling more normal lately- and less normal. But I'm getting out of wavering between blah and angry. I've reverted back on a few things that I thought were over and done with. It's unsettling that emotions could flood back like that. I was all ready to give up my little interest to someone more deserving and perhaps more suitable, chosen by me of course. I was really happy at the prospect since I knew I would never let myself into the situation personally. Damn. I can't anymore. I got infatuated again. Why can't I stop? I was un-infatuated almost. With both infatuations. Well not "un-infatuated". I had rationalized myself out of depth in both. I made myself happy at the distance by the knowledge that I would be terribly uncomfortable any closer to the situation. It's true. I would drive myself nuts. But alas, that is the nature of the thing. Distance didn't serve me well. I just analyzed the subjects and found them even more intriguing than when I had left. I got to know them all over again. And I know them better now than ever before. Oh well. Third time's the charm, right? when emotion and reason battle, then agree to disagree, it's hell. There’s the wholly rational knowledge that my emotions are happily being dragged in two directions (or three, depending.[or six, to be very specific]) and then there’s the logic to know why I won't ever act in any of the directions for a plethora of reasons and a couple of scruples as well, It was the jolt of the first that reawakened the other two I think. It would be nice to be a hermit. Or bettre yet, live like Thoreau. Live with, yet not among. That’s the key. Did that make sense? No? Good.I think being imaginative can be a fault...
Feminists are the Cause of the Recent Islam-based Terrorism
Now that I have your attention: My mom brought up a kind of interesting idea. First I want to point out that I don’t think Muslims are evil and crap, but I do think there’s a definite correlation between the religion and the terrorism. I think that although it’s generally a peaceful religion many people have corrupted it as an excuse to wage war. But back to my mother: She said that the recent feminist movement probably has led to a lot of the conversion to radical Islamic movements. I think I agree. The Anti-man Feminism is so prevalent right now. Men are being fought against more and more. The alternative many of them seem to choose is an anti-women movement they see in Islam. Particularly, as one may notice, the men in prison, perhaps who feel emasculated by confinement. Today’s society is so polar. Ugh, I’m losing my patience with the human race. This is probably my first actual controversial post on my blog-thingy, ne? Well if the writing sounds a bit discombobulated, it is. I’m not satisfied with it but if I keep correcting and refining it’ll get to be too long.
