I made a quickety-quick artsy lookin' front page, if I ever get a reasonable host. (Geocities is evil, everyone else charges. I'm broke). I'm kinda proud of it. Not that it took me any time. But let's pretend it did.
I wish I was better at pretending. I think the government should offer pretending classes for free to the public. It might improve morale. It might help the economy. It might help ferrets find homes (see below).
Elyn called. We talked about old people, the ear piercing of youths, slain deer and meat markets, and why she was afraid to answer the door (Rex, her dog, wasn't home).
Fresh squeezed by melly at 4:14 PM
My internet provider went kaboosh again. It was funny too, it happened directly after I heard a commercial for the company. "Want fast, easy internet service, with no random disconnects?".
I swear, I could've hurt them right then and there. I go insane without my e-mail, AIM, and all the funny as hell but pointless pages I visit.
Whoops, too late.
My mother has requested I make a Christmas list. I protest. It's not even near Thanksgiving yet. That's just wrong.
I did, however, oblige to make some apple crisp. It smells good right now. Mmm.
Fresh squeezed by melly at 3:13 PM
Friday, November 08, 2002
Following commentary blatantly stolen from God Made Fried Chicken:
for some odd reason a thought entered my head. "isn't petland nearby?, and what do the pets do at 2:30 in the morning?" so i drive over there and see that there is a cleaning/carpet crew working late. they left one door propped open. i tell peter to wait on the phone with me as i approach these 2 guys working in petland at 2:30 am about buying a ferret. when i walked up the guy nearest to the door looks at me like he is willing to help me find whatever i need. i tell him that i need ferret. he then changes his demeanor and says "no! the store isn't open! it's 1 am or something". i give him a look of confusiong and desparation. "but i just need a ferret". the other guy gets involved as he hears the frustration in his co-workers voice. "what is he looking for?". "i just need a ferret." the first guy says "sorry...we can't sell you anything".
I swear to god, if only we were able to buy ferrets in the wee hours of the morning, we would have accomplished something. I'm not quite sure what, but it would definetly involve the word "wee" and other words that make us sound like a bagpipe.....
And it would make me very, very happy.
Fresh squeezed by melly at 7:19 PM
My internet provider went kaboosh.
It did, really. All of a sudden, pages wouldn't load, I couldn't open my e-mail, and AIM shut down. "Kaboosh" is the only way to describe it. I felt so cut off from the world.
But it's all better now, really.
Fresh squeezed by melly at 6:05 PM
So I was relaxing on my bed, reading my big fat compilation of Doonesbury comics from the past 25 years and trying to figure out a Reagan flaming hair joke (being born in the late 80's, some things of this nature are hard for me to comprehend). I heard screaming. I looked up.
A ten year old girl with a braid down to her butt jumps on my bed. Hello, Kazzie.
"MeredithMeredithMeredith!" she giggles. Apparently, she found the need to repeat my name three times. Maybe she thought I was jinxed, or something. "Come babysit me today!"
Oh, boy. At least it's something to do. I'm currently waiting for the phone call which will grant me permission to enter her house, a block down from here. And preparing my immune system to withstand the amount of dog urine in that house.
Fresh squeezed by melly at 2:01 PM
I hate posting online quiz scores. They make everything around them so cheesy-looking.
I did, however, feel the need to show that I did accomplish something this morning. I have bonded with a person of my historical heritage. Even though that last sentance made no sense whatsoever.
Without further ado:
Fresh squeezed by melly at 12:06 PM
No school today. See me laugh.
I find it really sad that I am doing absolutely nothing today. Currently, I've spent about 3 hours sitting in this very chair. Sigh.
Was reading some other blogs this morning. Some are disturbing. A surprising number are about girls like me that wish to commit suicide/andor/have eating disorders.
Lord help us all. I mean, yes. Those things are dark. Those things are darkly interesting. Those things are darkly gross.
My blog isn' t like that for a reason. Ick.
Another reason why I'm holing up in this chair other than apparent lack of social life is that there's a bunch of guys upstairs installing a shower in my sister's bathroom. One has a ponytail. They're all fat.
Just thought I'd let you know.
Fresh squeezed by melly at 11:40 AM
Thursday, November 07, 2002
The first person to e-mail me gets a prize. A good prize. So good it's a secret. Even to me.
Why? Just wondering if anybody actually reads this thing.
Tried to write some song lyrics yesterday, wasn't getting anywhere. I was too engrossed watching my parakeet bite my shoelaces.
I love him.
I've found that I love a lot of things, actually. That's good, I think. I have something tying me to the world.
I've decided that skateboarding is a bad phenomenon. It spawns way too much new language uses that are either unintelligable or just disgusting. Example:
Evan, after playing with one of those retarded finger skateboard things on the floor of Social Studies today, exclaims, "This is boring. Hey, Christine! Get down on the floor so I can grind you now."
That comment makes me want to leave the world, rather than be tied to it. Le barf.
Fresh squeezed by melly at 7:21 PM
Eyes watering, nose running.
My mouth is dry as a dying cactus.
Fresh squeezed by melly at 5:06 PM
Half day again today. Not as good as the last, I was all kinda morose and such. Plus I overslept and didn't have time to take a shower, so I felt grungy. Whatever.
Nick officially made the basketball team today (although we all knew he would). He was greeted by cheers from those who shall become cheerleaders. I was not among them. It felt weird and good at the same time.
On the bright side, I got an awesome t-shirt today...it's yellow, has a cartoon of a cow on it, and says "please do not eat me".
Fresh squeezed by melly at 1:22 PM
Wednesday, November 06, 2002
Ok, so I was writing a note to Mikaela in science class today about why I don't like Nick anymore.
Or rather, why I can't like him anymore.
It went something like this.
I felt like writing a note, so I am. Screw the life cycle of the universe. Ha.
I'm forcing myself to get over Nick. I've liked him for four years now, and it's time to get over him. Nothing's ever happened- I'm not his type. He can go date the cheerleaders or something...but I'm just not cheerleader material, and I'm not going to sacrifice myself for him.
I'm doing this because I don't want to turn into Betsy and Hillary or somebody that lusts after another for so long, and ends up getting hurt. Maybe I'm already gone, but it's better to stop now.
I'll still go to the West/Central game with ya next week, but I might just have to cheer for DJ instead of Nick.
I had to stop there. I realized Mikaela wouldn't care, I was babbling and feeling sorry for myself, and that there was a quiz in that class tomorrow.
Fresh squeezed by melly at 8:39 PM
Tuesday, November 05, 2002
I've decided I'm going to be a journalist when I grow up. An anchor or correspondent for a major news network/CNN, preferably.
I want Christine Amanpour's job, specifically. Chief International Correspondant. Basically, you travel to neat places, get to be on TV, and get paid for it.
Anyway, I'm going to research her and find out what she did in college, etc.
Fresh squeezed by melly at 6:39 PM
Survived ATYP, and in the process, I have aqquired a two gashes 8 inches long on my left arm. How I got these will remain a mystery to you, but I will tell you this- it involves a vending machine, a green bottle, Gianpaulo, and lots of stupidity. But you knew that already.
Katrina and I argued on the way back. I cannot stand her sometimes- she is so fricken' bossy, and believes she is the gift of the earth. She just doesn't know when to shut up.
I have, however, found the most amusing song on the face of the earth. Check it out at http://artists.mp3s.com/artist_song/1716/1716913.html
Fresh squeezed by melly at 5:11 PM
I'm writing this is school, again. I finished my paper about 10 minutes ago. It's a load of crap, but it will work.
I hope it will work.
I'm currently supposed to be working on typing up recipes for a cooking class, but that's not due until Christmas Break. Pleeeenty of time. Yep.
I forgot my lunch at home, and my mom just brought it. Thanks, Mom. :P
ATYP in two hours. This means Gianpaulo, Katrina yelling in my ear, and Russel Crowe in the form of Becky.
Bring it on.
I could spend the rest of the hour just people watching. I could laugh at Paul, who wants to start his own skateboard company and drums up publicity by writing "INFINITIE" on his sweatshirts in marker. I'm not sure whether to be proud of him for venturing out into the business word, or be sad that he still can't spell yet.
I could listen to Katrina and Katie talk about their random boy problems, but I have a feeling I'd hear more about that later, anyway.
I could listen to Starr (Yes. Starr) yell about Haiti and complain that Joe Groenhide is breathing on her. Joe really needs to take a shower.
I could watch Kerry draw a picture of her and Amberlee in their cheerleading uniforms, driving a Lamborghini. ("Spelled L-A-M-B-O-R-G-E-E-N-E-E", says Amberlee)
I could listen to Elyn tapping on her keyboard, actually doing the work that we're supposed to be doing at the moment. She's so organized and such.
Or I could just spend the hour figuring out how to spend the hour. Sounds good.
Fresh squeezed by melly at 11:23 AM
Monday, November 04, 2002
I'm banned from the 'Net at home today, so I'm updating this at school.
Must. Write. Paper.
Viet has a crush on me, supposedly. Dang boy-next-door.
Fresh squeezed by melly at 1:58 PM
Sunday, November 03, 2002
A strange thing just happened to me. I had the hiccups. My father scared me, under the premise of getting rid of them. I screamed.
Why did I scream again, after the first round of surprise hit? Was I just deeply terrorfied? Was I afraid of the sound that previously emitted my being? Was I trying to get attention?
I don't really know. Ha. Like that's new.
I gave up on my paper, I still have two more days. I read some Faulkner instead..."Barn Burning", for those of you interested. About this kid who doesn't like being associated with his father's bad ways of dealing with dissapointment (i.e., barn burning). His father and brother end up getting shot because of the boy's actions.
I wonder if he screamed twice.
Fresh squeezed by melly at 8:01 PM
No progress on the paper yet, but I've been thinking critically about why people think I'm a prep. Thinking is the first step, right? Anyway, here's what I came up with.
1) I shop at the mall, but not at Hot Topic. And Hot Topic scares the crap out of me. And there's a lot of crap in me.
2) I pass my classes. More specifically, I've had a 4.0 GPA all my life.
3) I play volleyball. Hey, it's not my fault that the sport I love involves spandex.
To prove this point, I just took a test which labled me as a "twinkie". That kind of hurt, until I realized that I like Twinkies. They taste good.
Oh, the brain cells are just moving now.
Fresh squeezed by melly at 5:20 PM
Still no progress on the paper. Of course, this could be due to the fact that I haven't even started M-Word up yet.
Or because I have no ideas swimming in my brain.
Or because ideas can't swim in the first place, even if there was something in my head to swim in.
I feel like going in the hot tub. And swimming.
Fresh squeezed by melly at 4:44 PM
I'm the worst type of procrastinator. By putting things off, good procrastinators have new zest to do them at the last moment.
Anyone want to help me write a character analysis on someone from the movie Gladiator? (No significance, that's just what happened to be on TV for the past two nights.)
Yeah, thought so. Hey, there's always time after dinner. Of course. Alright.
Who am I kidding?
Church today was fun, I guess. I just goof off and pretend to care about Paul/Saul. Or Psaul. Don't mind me.
Rashid (Ra-sheeed) was annoying the crap out of me today by teasing me about Nick, so I just started singing. I sang "Meet Virginia" because there happened to be a new kid there named Virginia. What a coinkidink.
I hate that word. "Coinkidink".
Fresh squeezed by melly at 4:32 PM