incomprehensible
Ohhhh my god. Friggin AMAZING weekend. I LOVE YOU GUYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Can't even describe. I figure someone else will give a day-by-day (erm, hour-by-hour, depending if we slept or not o_O) soo uh. Just assume that if you don't know, you MISSED OUT. BEITCHES!
WILL MISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS =*( Come back to visit SOON, and when I say soon, I mean within a month. OR... taf new year's =D, which is slightly more important.
Hehe so many funny/gay pictures. Mostly gay. All the pretty ones are with other people, as I'm too lazy to break out my camera during hipshong time.
So little sleep. Severe physical damage (due to Strain II of bahtinosis) as well as sleep deprivation. And screaming and singing and jumping around.
TOTAL CUBBIE WITHDRAWAL!! 4 offdays?? Insane! I was having convulsions. I stole Andrew's paper to check the sports section, even though I knew there wasn't a game til Monday. And then at Todai, I almost died when I realized they had ESPN on the tv screens. THAT PLACE IS FRIGGIN HEAVEN.
School seems so impossible/improbable tomorrow. Not only that... DRIVER'S ED! AH! I anticipate a 9 o'clock bedtime -set by myself. Wheee.
8.29.2004
two rants on the day
One is in my journal for English, so you won't be seeing that one. (I'm actually looking forward to doing this assignment, something I haven't felt since art class in fifth grade. An actual journal with deep thoughts and crap like that? It's gotta be good. The rant's on religion, of course, because what would one of my journals be without a religion rant??)
Anyway, so AIM. Is it just me, or do people mercilessly slaughter the art of AIM? Let's narrow this down. Everyone knows that I, Bettina, Queen of the Universe, never/barely/rarely ever IM anyone first. That is because, among other reasons, I usually have something to do while I'm on the computer, so I'm not merely schputzing around and waiting for people to talk to me, I am actually concentrating on something (gasps!), (usually cubs.com or reading espn articles...). The point is, if you IM me, you better goddamn have a reason to, or at least have the effort to make conversation.
Now, I'm not always gonna just blow you off and tell you to leave me alone if you have nothing important to say (which I sometimes do tell people, if I'm really busy. Deal with it.) But if you DO have something to say, please go ahead and say it. You don't need to idly speak about nothing for 5 minutes before getting to the point (this applies to the phone too). Because when you ask how I'm doing, or "what's up?", I will definitely answer, with something entirely truthful nonetheless (more gasps!). And when I ask YOU, I expect the same, because I actually care. However, for those of you who DON'T (which I'm sure is at least 50% of the time), then DON'T FUCKING ASK. If you do this often enough, I guarantee I will stop caring and purposely - make no effort/kill the conversation/what YOU do - the next time you talk to me.
Otherwise!, I'm usually more than happy to just chat with you, especially if you're interesting to talk to. If you're not, you better goddamn have a game plan. What I hate the most is: when someone IMs you first, makes little/no attempt to keep up the conversation, and then says something along the lines of "Soooooooo...." or "anyway...." OR THE WORST, just "..." (as if I'm not good enough for any word composable on a qwerty keyboard) as a cue for ME to come up with something for US to talk about-- even though, (if you recall), that I wasn't the one all interested in talking to you in the first place. REMEMBER? YOU IMed ME.
So, if you're just an eager beaver and want desperately to talk to my Heavenliness, MORE POWER TO YA... don't be scared, if you're cool enough, I won't hate you! The point is, just fucking use some social skills, be respectful, and make AOL/thespawnofsatan PROUD.
One is in my journal for English, so you won't be seeing that one. (I'm actually looking forward to doing this assignment, something I haven't felt since art class in fifth grade. An actual journal with deep thoughts and crap like that? It's gotta be good. The rant's on religion, of course, because what would one of my journals be without a religion rant??)
Anyway, so AIM. Is it just me, or do people mercilessly slaughter the art of AIM? Let's narrow this down. Everyone knows that I, Bettina, Queen of the Universe, never/barely/rarely ever IM anyone first. That is because, among other reasons, I usually have something to do while I'm on the computer, so I'm not merely schputzing around and waiting for people to talk to me, I am actually concentrating on something (gasps!), (usually cubs.com or reading espn articles...). The point is, if you IM me, you better goddamn have a reason to, or at least have the effort to make conversation.
Now, I'm not always gonna just blow you off and tell you to leave me alone if you have nothing important to say (which I sometimes do tell people, if I'm really busy. Deal with it.) But if you DO have something to say, please go ahead and say it. You don't need to idly speak about nothing for 5 minutes before getting to the point (this applies to the phone too). Because when you ask how I'm doing, or "what's up?", I will definitely answer, with something entirely truthful nonetheless (more gasps!). And when I ask YOU, I expect the same, because I actually care. However, for those of you who DON'T (which I'm sure is at least 50% of the time), then DON'T FUCKING ASK. If you do this often enough, I guarantee I will stop caring and purposely - make no effort/kill the conversation/what YOU do - the next time you talk to me.
Otherwise!, I'm usually more than happy to just chat with you, especially if you're interesting to talk to. If you're not, you better goddamn have a game plan. What I hate the most is: when someone IMs you first, makes little/no attempt to keep up the conversation, and then says something along the lines of "Soooooooo...." or "anyway...." OR THE WORST, just "..." (as if I'm not good enough for any word composable on a qwerty keyboard) as a cue for ME to come up with something for US to talk about-- even though, (if you recall), that I wasn't the one all interested in talking to you in the first place. REMEMBER? YOU IMed ME.
So, if you're just an eager beaver and want desperately to talk to my Heavenliness, MORE POWER TO YA... don't be scared, if you're cool enough, I won't hate you! The point is, just fucking use some social skills, be respectful, and make AOL/thespawnofsatan PROUD.
8.28.2004
stolen from chewy
RULES:
1. Put your birth month in an entry.
2. Underline anything that doesn't apply to you.
3. Bold the four that best apply to you.
4. Put all twelve months under your own. [I broke the rules. Teehee. Find the months on Chewy's xanga.]
NOVEMBER:
Has a lot of ideas. Difficult to fathom. Thinks forward. Unique and brilliant. Extraordinary ideas. Sharp thinking. Fine and strong clairvoyance. Can become good doctors. Dynamic in personality. Secretive. Inquisitive. Knows how to dig secrets. Always thinking. Less talkative but amiable. Brave and generous. Patient. Stubborn and hard-hearted. If there is a will, there is a way. Determined. Never give up. Hardly becomes angry unless provoked. Loves to be alone. Thinks differently from others. Sharp-minded. Motivates oneself. Does not appreciate praises. High-spirited. Well-built and tough. Deep love and emotions. Romantic. Uncertain in relationships. Homely. Hardworking. High abilities. Trustworthy. Honest and keeps secrets. Not able to control emotions. Unpredictable.
8.25.2004
AHHHHHHHHHH
It feels like I've been doing homework ALL WEEK. Oh wait... I HAVE. The sad thing is, I don't think I've had that much. The Euro essay definitely sucked bunnies... but then all I had was little assignments. I think this is the result of not having a last period study this year. I knew this was gonna happen. Man. Craptacular. Plus, my mommy's gotten into a habit of giving me two dinners... one at 4, one at 8. SOOOO much food! ARGH I don't even have gym this semester to work it off. Note to self: this could be a major problem.
Anyway, today was definitely better. I'm gonna talk about something non-school.
Oh yes, I'm getting my braces off (exactly) October 4, at 2pm. Wheeeeeeee... I'm mad I didn't get them off Monday, but the secretary was nice and bumped up 2 of my appointments, or else I'd be waiting til November. Driver's Ed starts Sept 7 ... I better find a way to manage my time before then, cuz this is not working.
editPS: The Fall Play is the Visit by Friedrich somethin. Soooooo good... the plot is CRAZY. I hope I can be in it, but again... the time management is perrrty bad on my end right now. Scratch that... the practices coincide with my Driver's Ed classes, which I definitely cannot be missing. Blah. Okay, winter play (and spring musical... haha).
It feels like I've been doing homework ALL WEEK. Oh wait... I HAVE. The sad thing is, I don't think I've had that much. The Euro essay definitely sucked bunnies... but then all I had was little assignments. I think this is the result of not having a last period study this year. I knew this was gonna happen. Man. Craptacular. Plus, my mommy's gotten into a habit of giving me two dinners... one at 4, one at 8. SOOOO much food! ARGH I don't even have gym this semester to work it off. Note to self: this could be a major problem.
Anyway, today was definitely better. I'm gonna talk about something non-school.
Oh yes, I'm getting my braces off (exactly) October 4, at 2pm. Wheeeeeeee... I'm mad I didn't get them off Monday, but the secretary was nice and bumped up 2 of my appointments, or else I'd be waiting til November. Driver's Ed starts Sept 7 ... I better find a way to manage my time before then, cuz this is not working.
editPS: The Fall Play is the Visit by Friedrich somethin. Soooooo good... the plot is CRAZY. I hope I can be in it, but again... the time management is perrrty bad on my end right now. Scratch that... the practices coincide with my Driver's Ed classes, which I definitely cannot be missing. Blah. Okay, winter play (and spring musical... haha).
8.24.2004
ugggh[aka big school entry, do not read if you don't want to think/hear about it]
Sooooo depressed. People ask me what I did this past summer... I really have no answer. Since I didn't do anything. AND IT WAS AWESOME!!! I just can't bear the fact that it's over already. I finally got a taste of how a normal summer should be, and now I don't want to let go! WAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH...
So here goes round two of my "first day of school" entries. Basically, I'm still a freshman. I have all these random classes in the [confusingly numbered] C wing now, plus two half studies, so I definitely got lost twice today. Not only that, I went to the wrong study, and IN THAT WRONG STUDY, tried to climb over a desk and knocked it over/fell over/tripped. I'm also having major identity problems. All summer I've been my normal hyper happy self, and suddenly I'm back to school, where half of my classmates think I'm a nerd/hermit/listen to classical music?!? Anyway, so I'm still in my TAF social mood (I can't really explain it, I think most of you know what I mean), and I don't think I said anything TOO monumentally stupid, and a bunch of the girls who were on my squad last year are still randomly talking to me, so I guess it's a pretty good start. I think that everyone is always cooler the first week of school because they're hoping they'll find people to talk to during the course of the day. Once they find those people, the exclusiveness starts.
On a boringer note, my classes last FOREVER. NINE FUCKING PERIODS IN ONE DAY. 35 minutes added to the school day. Absolutely despicable. Literally the longest school day of my life. My lunch moved from 10:20 to 12:50. I'm most scared for Spanish and Math, cuz there are some pretty hardcore speakers in my class and some diehard Mathletes goin on thurr... kinda freaky. Drama is gonna be bomb... I'm really lookin forward to the plays and musical this year. Sooo lucky to have bunches of you guys in my classes. Hopefully I can make the most of it.
Anyway... gettin' back on the daily grind. I CAN'T WAIT FOR LABOR DAY WEEKEND. =D
Sooooo depressed. People ask me what I did this past summer... I really have no answer. Since I didn't do anything. AND IT WAS AWESOME!!! I just can't bear the fact that it's over already. I finally got a taste of how a normal summer should be, and now I don't want to let go! WAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH...
So here goes round two of my "first day of school" entries. Basically, I'm still a freshman. I have all these random classes in the [confusingly numbered] C wing now, plus two half studies, so I definitely got lost twice today. Not only that, I went to the wrong study, and IN THAT WRONG STUDY, tried to climb over a desk and knocked it over/fell over/tripped. I'm also having major identity problems. All summer I've been my normal hyper happy self, and suddenly I'm back to school, where half of my classmates think I'm a nerd/hermit/listen to classical music?!? Anyway, so I'm still in my TAF social mood (I can't really explain it, I think most of you know what I mean), and I don't think I said anything TOO monumentally stupid, and a bunch of the girls who were on my squad last year are still randomly talking to me, so I guess it's a pretty good start. I think that everyone is always cooler the first week of school because they're hoping they'll find people to talk to during the course of the day. Once they find those people, the exclusiveness starts.
On a boringer note, my classes last FOREVER. NINE FUCKING PERIODS IN ONE DAY. 35 minutes added to the school day. Absolutely despicable. Literally the longest school day of my life. My lunch moved from 10:20 to 12:50. I'm most scared for Spanish and Math, cuz there are some pretty hardcore speakers in my class and some diehard Mathletes goin on thurr... kinda freaky. Drama is gonna be bomb... I'm really lookin forward to the plays and musical this year. Sooo lucky to have bunches of you guys in my classes. Hopefully I can make the most of it.
Anyway... gettin' back on the daily grind. I CAN'T WAIT FOR LABOR DAY WEEKEND. =D
