the xanga experiment - test phase 1

Yes, I've given in. At least for a little bit. I'm re-entering the realm of Xanga. I also made it prettier. It's brighter, so maybe it'll keep me afloat now that the sun sets at FUCKING 4:30 PM!!!

So, if you're gonna miss my blogspot, I'll just preview you on the next two months:

1) Today we ordered a Prius. The waiting list is 6ish months (but possibly earlier), he said. If my mommy approves, then we will order from a different dealership where the waiting list will (hopefully) only be 2 weeks.

2) School is eating out my brain. This will continue to be true for quite some time... so don't worry all that much about that status.

3) Major seasonary awareness syndrome-- I have issues with cloudiness.

4) I wanna go to St. Louis for Thanksgiving... ::sigh::

5) License on Dec 17. Jamaica on Dec 18. TAF new years on Jan 1. Seriously... why does the next month even need to exist?

So long for a bit!

deet deet dede deet dedeet!

On Dateline tonight...

Yay 8th grade CCLA project! I miss it =( I miss smuggling the camera and computer out of school. I miss watching Catie eat 20 white castles at Mary's house. I had no intention about talking about this in this post but I had to come up with a random opening line.

Anyway, I'm having major post baseball depression drawback sickness. I mean, I'll sit here and refresh mlb.com as much as I want but yeah the season's definitely over. In other news, Peter and I invented the Red Cubs (or the Blue Sox... but then its too much like the White Sox... so I shot it). We are hella good. But we couldn't decide on V-tek/Barrett. So we bickered then put both in.

I crave FREEDOM. This past week all I did was mope. I miss my optimism. What happened to it? And then I watched My Sassy Girl and then I bawled my eyes out. Guess that wasn't a great idea if I really wanted to feel better. I think I might feel better this week. I think. I hope. Actually, I figure if I tell myself I'm feeling good, then I will. So yes, this week will be a good week.

I think.

can someone gimme a SWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP


Damn.

That has got to be one of my more favoriter pictures of the spectacle. For instance, observe David Ortiz, about 3 times bigger than any of his teammates, trying to pile on top of them. You see Arroyo's cornrolls, "Mueller", and Pedro's hair. Best of all... you see POOHOLES sulking in the background.

Oh I really do love the Red Sox. I have since I first saw them in the ALCS last year, for Tim Wakefield's start... man do I love Timmy. I'm not just a convert... I've been rooting for them all the way. Sure, I wanted to see the Cardinals lose. And I will always bleed Cubbie blue. But they're our AL brothers and damn it feels good to win. Now, I'll just keep... WaitingTilNextYr, just like the rest of Cubdom, so hopefully illustrated in this touching article.

And remember who coined the "Why not us?" phrase. That's right folks: Dusty Baker.

randomize

I'm sick of heartbreakers. All you assholes in this world. I'm sick of hearing of my friends, strong people, who are just getting fuckin run over by morons that they SOMEHOW trusted and then had it thrown back into their face. How does this happen? Every day I learn yet another way that people find to be jerks. It's as if they try.

Anyway. This weekend was pretty good... correction, Saturday was good. Sunday I had driving session then Chinese school then homeworked my ass off until I fell asleep in front of the TV watching BOSTON KICK REDBIRD BUTT.. TAIL. Up 2-0 baby HELL YES. So, I drove on the highway yesterday and today... definitely a success... Woodfield every day once I get my license haha. I really can't wait. Winter break is gonna bring me almost everything I want. Take the road test on that Friday, then gone to Jamaica for a week before Christmas, getting home Christmas day, then TAF new year's (I'm on the planning committee! ha ha).

I'm done with that journal for English so I guess I might update more. Might. I'm feeling a lot better about classes... not that Euro isn't still eating my life or my English teacher has ceased to piss me off... but I'm doing okay. I wish I could say the same about everyone else. I hate it when people I love get fucked on something that I can't do anything about. I hate feeling helpless to help people. It's all because of those assholes...

In another news... happy bday to Jason, Peter, and Eric.

[[edit]] Here's an interesting thought: What is your favorite/most memorable/best memory you have with me (or involving me)? Yes I know I'm pretty damn awesome, but PICK ONE ~_^

Absolutely addicted to this song... so beautiful.

~*~*~

I've heard there was a secret chord
that David played, and it pleased the lord--
but you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this: the fourth, the fifth,
the minor fall, the major lift,
the baffled king composing hallelujah...

Your faith was strong but you needed proof,
you saw her bathing on the roof;
her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you.
She tied you to a kitchen chair,
she broke your throne, she cut your hair,
and from your lips she drew the hallelujah...

Maybe I've been here before,
I know this room, I've walked this floor;
I used to live alone before I knew you.
I've seen your flag on the marble arch,
but love is not a victory march,
it's a cold and it's a b ro k en hallelujah...

There was a time you'd let me know
what's real and going on below,
but now you never show it to me, do you?
Remember when I moved in you,
the holy dark was moving too
then every breath we drew was hallelujah...

Maybe there's a god above,
and all I ever learned from love
was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you.
It's not a cry you can hear at night,
it's not somebody who's seen the light,
it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah.

Hallelujah.... hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah.

~ rufus wainwright