All I want to do right now is get Sage and hold him as tight as I possibly can to show him how much I love him. I'm kind of hoping that tonight would be the night he'd steal the car and come over here. He needs to leave his house. And I want to see him. Enough said. I want him to be happy, and I'm upset when he's not. He needs happiness. Maybe I could take the car over there. I could do it I'm sure. I'd learn to use reverse and risk hurting the car to get over there. But before, when I said I wished I was there, he said no because he didn't want to hurt me or say anything mean to me. I love that boy. And all I want to do right now is comfort him. He's sad. He's angry.
I needed this weekend. Very little homework, an art outline and a couple of problems from my Physics book. Anyway...
I'm not sure if I can write about yesterday. Certain parents check this I think. Evidently, it was found on a certain someone's history. So, I guess all I can say is yesterday was fantastic. Boris makes good pancakes. Sometimes, I worry about him. He doesn't share. He said he was fine yesterday, but there were times he seemed...i don't know. I kept asking and he kept saying he was fine.
College is scary guys. Next year is senior year and then it's over. I keep feeling I grew up too fast. Which I have, and I feel that way because of my years at the cult school. But highschool was my way to be a kid again, and college is nipping at my heels. It's not good. I don't have good feeling about it.
Sage is taking the SATs again to get above a 1300 for scholarship possibilities. That made me scared the most. He wants to go to Temple because it's his best choice since it will be free. But I don't think he wants to stay at home for college. He was marking colleges out of state. I mean, I want THE BEST for him. I mean it. If he feels that leaving the state for a college he loves is what he wants to do, I can't hold him back. I don't know why I'm saying this. I feel the comments will be like, "You guys might not even still be together by the time you have to start college," "Don't stay together when you get to college," "He's the only boyfriend you've had, blah, blah, blah," "Don't think too far ahead," etc., etc., etc. I think those are my insecurities talking, but that's how I feel about this at the moment. I'm sure if I talked to other friends about this, they'd say the same things. Do I feel those things? No, definitely not. I forgot about college worries after a while yesterday. Boris helps me froget my worries. I guess that's a good thing.
I'll shut up. There's no point in saying this. New subject.
Gretta destroyed her fingernail. Like, she really did. It's purple and black, and the cut coming out from under it is a nasty color. The skin at the bottom of her nail is yellow. I think it shoud get checked out now, as does Sage. But my parents are like no. Gah.
I have to take one day at a time, maybe it won't seem like it's moving at lightning speed.
Gah. I was sad to know that all my hard work as a violinist has not left a mark on my neck. It made we want to cut my hair off, burn my violin and music, and down a bottle of vodka. It's so rough. I've got nothing to show I play violin. Probably because I can suck.
On a lighter note, I hate Manogg. I've got shit to do from Physics day because he didn't give me the sheet that said what to do if you aren't going. Fuck shit damn on him. GAHHHARERERAGFAGADSGF!!!! He makes me so fucking angry, I think I want to punch a wall!!!
Noel was telling my mom a story about how she read about Sylvia Plath today in Academic Access. She knew who she was because of something my mother said to Noel when she was six. My mom couldn't remember. Noel proceeded and said that at one point, Noel was annoying the hell out of my mother and my mother turned to her and said, "Noel if you don't knock it off, you'll make me pull a Sylvia Plath!" Sylvia Plath stuck her head in the oven.
Mmmm. May. So nice. One of my favorite months, sometimes. It reminds me of the Institutes. May was Shakespeare month. I bet you five bucks today was a dress rehearsal. They're doing Much Ado About Nothing. If you're interested in coming, I think it's Friday, May 28. I'm unsure of the time. But they always do a fantastic job. Much Ado About Nothing is great :)
Yeah RHPS TWICE this weekend. So good. The guy who's Frank for TNP is bloody AMAZING!!! I really hope they come back soon. We needs them. We = Montgomery County. I want to be in a cast more than flippin' ever.
I MAY BE GETTING MY VIOLIN CALLUS!!! So exciting. Or maybe it's a dot i've always had. If it's really my violin callus, I'm having a party, k?
All in all, good weekend.
I want to chill under a tree with my beau. :)
I want to learn tables, these layouts aren't very great. I though of Spencer, blah, blah, blah.
Hmm. Last day of April. Makes me sad because life's going way to fast.
Everyone should have the chance to go downtown with Stasia. Or wait, forget I said that. Downtown time with Stasia IS MINE!!!! No, but really, we had a great time. Went thrifting. I got a plaid shirt, a red shirt that said Eagles, and a yellow shirt that says "I eat Carrots." If that's a sexual/drug/gang related saying, pelase tell me before I wear it to school and become humiliated, kthnx. I mean, I know it could possibly stand for "I eat cock." But it might not. Who knows? Anyway, it's cool so are the other shirts. Stasia also picked up very Stasia like shirts. We also went to this place called Isshkabibble's, they hadgood fries. We sat by this photo signed by a porn star. She had REALLY big breasts. And her face looked bird-like. Anyway, a funny thing that happened was at the train station home, a pregnant woman sat down next to us and smiled at us. But then all of a sudden she got up and went to the next bench. I felt a little dissed. Stasia said it was maybe my cooties and maybe she feared that I'd infect her baby with my cooties. I said that it could've been both of us, but would someone not want to have a Stasilissa baby. Good times, good times. I had a great day. It kept my mind off Sage for sometime. Which I guess I kind of needed.
RHPS tonight. Hope Sage comes. I hope everyone plans on coming. But I know everyone won't go. Oh well.
QUIZ TIME BECAUSE I'M BORED AND WAITING FOR MY LAUNDRY TO GET CLEAN!!!
i deleted it, because it made sage angry. I'm worried about who he's referring to in his recent blog. it has got me scared. really really scared.
Okay kids. That's all for today. Thought of Spencer today, it was good thinking. And I acutally did today. Because of when we were on South Street...this is all.
Sorry for lack of postage, folks. I haven't really felt like it.
Eww navy band and school propaganda. I'm so sick of their want to forcing military folks on us. I'm never, ever going to work in this country's military. Know you me. I shall quote Marisa's responce to today's band:
"No wonder the country's in debt."
The guy with the headset we called DJ White Fluff because he was whiter than white bread.
Downtown with Stasia tomorrow. Should be good, we're going thrifting.
For all of you who DIDN'T go to prom last night...you missed one hell of a night.
Yeah, oh my goodness. I felt really good last night. Nice and pretty. I wasn't feeling like that when I had put on the dress before.
And the photographer lady came and I can't freaking WAIT until we gets them back. Coral was so nice. And her helper husband was hilarious. At one point when we were doing hair, I was like, "Yeah my mom can make a mean bun." Don was like, "Teresa, evidently you have mean buns." What a crack up. And I was so excited when Sage pulled up. I got so nervous. AND HE WAS SO HOTTTT!! Suspenders and pink all de way :)
I belly danced at the restaurant. I want lessons.
Weirdest thing that happened Junior Prom night: When Bryan Painter came to say hi, he kissed my neck. It was very, very odd.
Anyway, you can read about the rest of my night on sage's blog if you haven't done so already. Seriously, junior prom was the best night of my life. Senior prom has got competition hard core.
I'm making a George Bush pinocchio doll for art class. it's exciting.
oh yeah, RHPS/Hedwig and the Angry Itch party at Nate's house this Sat. Evidently there will be more info on Wednes day, but if you're interested RSVP at abington2k@yahoo.com or 215-576-7194.
UPDATE: POSSIBLE CANCELLATION OF THE RHPS/HATAI PARTY BECAUSE NATE'S MOM IS GOING THROUGH MENOAPAUSE AND FLIPPED SHIT TONITE. BUT IT'S NOT DEFINITE, SO WE'LL KEEP YOU POSTED.
this is all, oh wait....
l.m.f.a.o.a.o.t.f.f (laugh my fucking ass off all over the fucking floor).
I don't know first thought that came to my mind. Scholar is the best dog in the world. THE best. I'm going to walk him tomorrow before I get ready for Prom. My agenda for tomorrow:
1. Pick up Sage's boutineer.
2. Eat, take Schol-puppy for a nice, long walk.
3. Relax, mask, rinse mask away. Must have pores as clear as possible.
4. Go fabric shopping with AT for his Mads costume.
5. Get ready for prom.
6. Look pretty for Sage, mom, Tracy, Mimi, Pop-pop, and Dad so they can admire/take pictures.
7. Break it down at prom.
8. Go home and change.
9. Go to Young Frankenstein at Baederwood with Sage for the end of our night.
Sounds fun, neigh?
Tonight I really wanted to go to Ambler with KT, K8, and Marisa. Damn brain. Why must you always screw me over? It was awful though. At one point it felt like my neck filled up with fluid. Ugh. Blech. Eck.
I din't know. I don't want this thing to be boring. But I wanted to blog.
Kristyn apologized to me the other day. I was caught off guard, so I didn't know what to say. But I'm glad she did it. Still doesn't change how I feel about her. Oh well.
I need to get my mom something for her birthday. It's tomorrow. She hates when we buy her stuff. But I haven't had time to make her anything. Hmm...
Thought of Spencer, yah da yah da. This is all. G'night :)
Mad props to Sienna who thought I actually did shave my body and had to be reassured by Brain Caine that I still had all my hair and eyebrows because of my post a la April 9. Gooootta love 'er!! I wuvs you, Sienna :) !!!
Yeah so Marisa and I decided that Mr. Manogg was a troll. And kids passing his class were "troll" material. Same with the kids he talked to for once. Marisa and I also witnessed him picking his troll nose in his "troll hut" (troll hut = the little office connecting rm 132 and rm 130). So I drew a picture...
Okay, okay, okay. So this may be a little tasteless. but you know what? He puts equations on the board we've never seen and expects us to know them, he loses my work, and he just points at your paper and turns you away when you ask him a question. I think it's okay.
Perhaps I need to stop making pictures so I don't take up all of Almeda's given space.
Anyway, umm, stuff is rough right now. With Sage and I. I'd rather not divulge. I was going to because Sage is making so freaking angry and basically everyone knows. But it's okay, I've cooled down for right now.
I think I'm done for now. I thought of Spencer, it's was okay thinking I guess because he's mad at me. This is all.
P.S. @ 8:51 PM - Fights with boyfriends bring early periods. Just in time for Junior Prom. Thnak god I'm wearing black.
I got out of bed because I had to throw up. I'm really sick. I mean REALLY sick.
I feel sad, because Sarah and Britney are complete bitches. They told everyone I have an STD, just because I slept with both of their boyfriends on Saturday night.
I'm so sad. My kitten got run over this afternoon. I found him when I was coming home from school. His head was all squished. I took some photos. I'll miss him. Poor kitty.
Last night I had to shave my entire body. Apparently, the lice that I caught from Amanda's friend are really hard to get rid of. I look quite strange with no hair and eyebrows. I'd post pictures, but my webcam is broken.
I want to tell the world to get fucked.
I am really annoyed with those assholes at _are_you_hotter_than_us_?, because I am so much cuter than them, and those photos don't do me justice. They can't reject me, so I'm starting my own rating community. Click here to join (the first five applicants are automatically accepted).
Today, I got a digital camera! Yes! Here's ten thousand photographs of my cat.
I want to say thanks to the world for absolutely fucking nothing! You all suck. I feel so alone, no one ever reads this journal, or even comments to let me know that I'm not suffering alone. It's cold here, and I want to die, but I cannot figure out how many of you to take with me when I go.
I went to the doctor yesterday, and he said i was dying. they found my spleen was a turnip. And bipolar disorder.
You should all do this quiz! It's amazingly accurate. You just put in your name and birthday, and it will tell you you're a moron.
Oh yeah I got my SAT scores. 460 on math + 580 on verbal = 1040. Prep class, here I come because I suck!!!!!
That's enough for now. But I'll leave you with my favourite Buffy fan-fiction piece I wrote last year when I was in hospital.
I want to make a new layout tonight. Now that I have my PSP7 back :)
I answered the questions, kiddies.
1. You're given the choice of a semi-automatic machine gun, an immaculately crafted katana, an atomic weapon, a toothpick, a piece of dental floss, or an attack monkey. Which do you choose and who will you kill?
The toothpick AND the dental floss, I 'spose. I think I'd kill all of the world's icky, sticky bacteria with my super tools. If that wasn't possible, I think I'd take the semi-automatic and blow Barbara Streisand's uterus out of her frail menopausal body. >.> <.< J/K.
2. How many cups of sugar does it take to get to the moon?
Depends on your metabolism. Someone with high metabolism would need about 593760209384 cups. Someone with low metabolism would need 3.79 cups.
3. A genie pops out of a lantern and says that he'll grant you 3 wishes. He's a jackass, though, and only fulfills one of
them. What is your wish, and will you desire vengeance for this slight?
Well, I know ONE thing's for sure, I will not spend my only wish freeing the stupid mutha f*cker. Otherwise, I'd wish to become a rock-supastar. Or to own a red and white polka-dot umbrella. Or to be happy always and to have the one thing I desire most. But I kinda already do.
4. If you could live wherever, whenever, and with whomever you wanted, what would your situation look like?
I would live in the Projects, this day and age, with a crack head mubba. Or in a luscious apartment in Montargis, France with my beau, Sage, as we sip champagne and watch the little people pass by. We would never leave the house and live in plaid robes and Sesame Street slippers and we'd ahve a delivery boy deliver us the richest food in all of France. Or I'd live in Northern California with Sage and we'd own a vineyard and make the best Red wine in America.
5. Are these questions crappy? If so, would you go suck a lemon or go jump in a lake, ya meanieface?
Well, if you insist *heads to kitchen.*
Thanks Ryan darling. These questions weren't too bad and gave me something to do whilst i waited to leave this hell-hole called Abington Senior High during my last testing day.
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There's this fat bird that seems to be showing up at the bus stop. Katie, Will, and I find him intriuging because he can't fly far without sinking to the ground at an accelrated rate. The first morning we saw him he was throwing up in the thorn bushes. I have a feeling that it's a she first of all and that she's maybe carrying eggs? Hopefully she laid them but you know. It's just a curious little thing that has been giving us laughs in the morning. I saw the bird yesterday morning while passing the bus stop.
I don't understand why gay couples can't get married. It really upsets me. I hate seeing all these couples on TV who are crying and unhappy because they can't marry the person they love. It makes ME want to cry.
Hum. Last night I went to Alison's. They have a trampoline inside their house. Anyway we made cookies for her sister Juliet b/c she's Pepper in Annie and they were just little gifts. Charly bought a 30 dollar Polo shirt from Abercrombie. That's just wrong.
Not much more to say. I'm going bowling with Spencer and Shayna today. That should be fun.
Speaking of which, I thought of Spencer today. It was good thinking.
This is all.
Wait no it isn't. Look at these quiz results. It's interesting, no?
1. Theravada Buddhism (100%)
2. Unitarian Universalism (100%)
3. Liberal Quakers (94%)
4. Mainline to Liberal Christian Protestants (82%)
5. Secular Humanism (80%)
6. Neo-Pagan (77%)
7. Mahayana Buddhism (76%)
8. Taoism (65%)
9. Nontheist (62%)
10. New Age (60%)
11. Bahá'í Faith (58%)
12. Jainism (53%)
13. Christian Science (Church of Christ, Scientist) (50%)
14. Orthodox Quaker (45%)
15. New Thought (44%)
16. Reform Judaism (43%)
17. Hinduism (43%)
18. Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints (Mormons) (39%)
19. Jehovah's Witness (39%)
20. Mainline to Conservative Christian/Protestant (35%)
21. Sikhism (34%)
22. Scientology (31%)
23. Orthodox Judaism (23%)
24. Seventh Day Adventist (20%)
25. Eastern Orthodox (13%)
26. Islam (13%)
27. Roman Catholic (13%)
Here's the link to take it.
Proud to seem to be a UU. Which I am. Happy I'm not Catholic. I know this seems stupid, but the questions are okay. It's cool and interesting.
Wow. To many quizzes on this thing. No more guys. It takes away from my content grade.
nce upon a time there has a young GYNECOLOGIST named SAGE . He was SOFTLYSLASHING in the WAGGISH forest when he met GRISLYRYAN, a run-away BIOGRAPHER from the COQUETTISH Queen SHANEEQUA.
SAGE could see that GRISLYRYAN was hungry so he reached into his GLADWEAR and give him his BESOTTEDSAUSAGE. GRISLYRYAN was thankful for SAGE 's SAUSAGE, so he told SAGE a very DUCKY story about Queen SHANEEQUA's daughter BETTY JOE. How her mother, the COQUETTISH Queen SHANEEQUA, kept her locked away in a SYNAGOGUE protected by a gigantic THREE TOED SLOTH, because BETTY JOE was so INEBRIATED.
SAGE KARATE-CHOPPED. He vowed to GRISLYRYAN the BIOGRAPHER that he would save the INEBRIATEDBETTY JOE. He would SPELUNK the THREE TOED SLOTH, and take BETTY JOE far away from her eveil mother, the COQUETTISH Queen SHANEEQUA, and JUNO-CHOP her.
Then, all of the sudden, there was a SATIRICALBRAINFART and GRISLYRYAN the BIOGRAPHER began to laugh. With a puff of smoke he turned into the gigantic THREE TOED SLOTH from his story. COQUETTISH Queen SHANEEQUAMOBILIZED out from behind a BARBIE and struck SAGE dead. In the far off SYNAGOGUE you could hear a CHIRP.
Yesterday was the New York Trip. We saw Mama Mia. I shall divulge.
I got up at 5:10, got ready, was picked up, dropped off and left for NYC. I sat with Rachel Looney and sang Pochahantes. We got there. Walked around with Alison, Gabe, Aaron, Chary, Lauren, Lauren, Jeff, and company. Went to kitchy souvenier shops. Then reported to our workshop place, only to find out we still had another hour. Went to Toys R Us, rode the ferris wheel. Went to workshops. Ate lunch at a small Mexican Restaurant with Ali, Gabe, Aaron. Saw Mama Mia, ran into Lee More (more she came to see us), went to the pier, ate food, was bombarded by oriental free sample people saying, "Yum, yum chicken!!" Shopped, came home.
Now, my opinion on the day: Very, very good. I was disappointed with the show, however. Let me esplain:
We went to the show. The acting and singing was very good. But, the "pit orchestra" consisted of keyboards and a drummer. No string, woodwind, or brass sections. It just wasn't cool. All those fantastic instruments replaced by 7 or 8 keyboards and synthesizers. I was pretty offended, as a violinist myself. It's just, on Broadway, you're seeing the best of the best, whether they sing, act, dance, or play music. And it's being replaced by computers. I explained to Alison why it upset me so much and she said she understood but it took talent to play a synthesizer and stuff. But if she feels that way, she doesn't understand I don't think. Not to mention the whole synthesizer thing keeps extrememly talented musicians out of jobs. According to the guy who ran the orchestra workshop, the chorus of Mama Mia lipsynched as well. Ugh, I'm still so disappointed. Evidently if we write enough letters about the synthesizers and whatnot, the producers will realize the audience isn't stupid and that they know the difference between a true instrument and a keyboard thing. However, many do not. Blech, the strings sounded so metallic. Another thing, I don't care if the music is pop music. They stil could've used full orchestration. I'm so pissed.
But my day was fine. Next week I'm getting my eyes checked and seeing the Manet exhibit.
I changed the picture because i was inspired by the little banner now atop my page. My deepest apologies, sagey.
I'm so excited for the New York trip tomorrow. So, so excited. Mama Mia intrigues me.
Quote of the Yesterday:
Well, hold on, okay. Ms. White was going over literary terms. She came across 'hyperbole' And as a joke, she pronounced it 'hyper-bowl.' So Christ Carlan replied,
"Oh I know what that is. It's when you tape the Superbowl and fast forward it."
Wizard of OZ is over. I guess it's a bit of a relief, because now I don't have to endure the grueling pit rehearsals. But I'm going to miss Ms. Voigt's sarcastic comments and the Jitterbug. Le sigh. The cast party was so much freaking fun. I have never danced that much ever and i think I was pretty good. Oh well, all in all the experience was good. I want to join some more pit orchestras.
Everyone be nice in language and conversation topics for now because I hopefully will have kids from the Institutes visiting here. Hi little friends!!
I briefly just went through 'My Pictures' and more than half are of Nate on his web cam. But it's all good.
I've lost my Hungarian dictionary so I have nothing to help with remembering my numbers.
I'm sorry I've been gone for so long guys. My internet stopped working for some random reason. However, it happened one day Noel was home sick and I happened to find some things on my desk she left there. So I was pissed. So miraculously, my mother fixed it, without deleting my D: drive (one time she did that installing a printer).
So what have I been up to? Not much.
My life is boring, friends. Very boring.
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nce upon a time there has a young GYNECOLOGIST named SAGE . He was SOFTLY SLASHING in the WAGGISH forest when he met GRISLY RYAN, a run-away BIOGRAPHER from the COQUETTISH Queen SHANEEQUA.