March 27, 1999

This is what I wrote last week, and never got around to actually typing/posting:

Look at this dedication (hah!)-do you see it? I'm sitting backstage in the middle of our high school's production (such a mature-sounding word) of the "Sound of Music" (for a complete lack of knowledge, we're putting both underline and quotation marks), and I'm writing for my webpage. For you. Forget the fact that I grace the stage with my prescence a total of 4 times in this three hour show- that's insignificant. I feel so loyal. Yes. (Again- hah!)

Ok, I'm admitting a mistake I made when I posted last week. Instead of saving to "seeds23.html," I saved my new file as "seeds22.html," thereby erasing the other "seeds22.htm" Therby erasing my only entry for the month of Febuary. And it was a good one too. Now, one would think I could easily correct my most horrible blunder, but my computer has decided to stop reading my disks. I can't get to the file to replace it. I'm really bummed- really and sincerely. I'll figure out a way to fix it next week. Oh, and to avoid any inconvenience on your part- the Ob game may or may not work, so do not feel bad if it rejects your answers, This doesn't affect you though, right? Because you've already played the game, right? I'll fix that one too.

Okay, you wanna know what's cool? The above promises are not a lie.

This week I had a baby egg project to do. You know, one of those things where you get a hard boiled egg and you have to make sure it stays in tact for five days. Of course, this is during tech week for the musical, so I've been forced to be neglectful. I almost forgot it backstage, my mother's iguana bit it, my friend actually put the entire thing in his mouth, and instead of addressing it with its real name- Jamal- it's own mother calls it Raul. Terrible. Hopefully this bahavior only applies to food-products though. I'd like to have a family one day. Well, I'll get picky. A family that adores me because I'm there for them.

And there's been a whole new emphasis on who likes who and so on this week. And although I still point at some aspects of it all and shout "Bullshit!" I've been nicely convinced that it's not bad at all. My heart has turned. This is going to make it so much easier to write my summer romance (and to all True Ob followers- the end is near-ish. Note: near-ish= many months, aka eventually) *a very satisfied sigh*

Elizabeth has just read my first paragraoh, and she says Sound of Music is underlined. Pish.

And that's all she wrote. Well, I do have little notes to add something about women's history, the quote, the pen color (this really cool blueish purple glowing color, I love it, surprisingly enough), and to inform you on the friend situation (pish- the situation is a really huge, sarcastic, almost bruised and defensive kind of pish. it's screamed really loudly too)

So, I'm feeling really guilty about my total inability to celebrate women's history month. I suppose it's good that I didn't go anti-women's history month and continued to stand up for myself, which is so unlike a bunch of girls my age. What got to me, though, was the reactions of my firt period class to some of the coolest women's quotes I've ever heard. They were in our morning bulletin, so they were read aloud. My classmates either didn't get them or thought they were stupid. Personally, I loved them. So, to conclude my lazy month- hurrah for all the 'firsts' everywhere for everything, and a salute to those 'lasts' who weren't allowed to do what the 'firsts' did- you are also heroes in your own right. Hugs and kisses to every soul who made this month worth celebrating. Here's to hoping that one day society will get it's head out of its ass and make the month unnecessary, because the simple word 'history' will automatically encompass every race and both genders worldwide.

You know you're a bad actor when your audience is limited to Nickelodeon viewers and their bitter family members.

It's been six months since I've really looked at my Roots section. It's different now.

Did you watch the Oscars'? All of them? Wow, how dedicated of you. Personally, I only enjoy the Oscars because there's always one person who gives a wonderful acceptance speech- that someone who you can almost clap for in your living room just because they project their joy over the airwaves. This year it was Roberto Bengini (sorry if that's misspelled, I just don't want to check it). The person who definitely doesn't qualify for this joy was the guy sitting in front of Roberto when he jumped onto the chairs. He didn't even react to the shoe in the back of his head. Not even a real scowl- just clapped. How odd, I thought.

The best advertisers are in the shampoo business. From the back of my shampoo and conditioner bottles: "Revitalizing Shampoo is an invigorating cleanser for all hair types." "Mandarin nourishes the hair to restore life and manageability." "Mega-Vitamins add lustre to the hair, and dramatically improve the health of the scalp." "Volumizing Conditioner is a weightless formula that adds fullness, body and volume for fine to normal hair." "Moanalua revives dull, lifeless hair; dramatically improves shine and body." "Formulated with extracts of exotic citrus fruits, Citre Shine is nature's own prescription for incredibly healthy, fabulously shiny hair! Capture the shine!" Damn! Now, I'll admit that I have no idea what half of the ingredients they talk about actually are, but I'm sincerely liking them right now, and I love the fact that they're in my shampoo. The amount of buzz words on the back of these bottles is incredible. I mean, the shampoo doesn't just have plain, run-of-the-mill vitamins- this baby's got the mega- vitamins! (and if the amount of italization that I'm using in this entry bothers you- you're way too sensitive) Crazy stuff, especially since it's only for dead cells spurting from the top of your head. Once again, damn!

Happy birthday Ned! You can now buy cigarettes and star in porn. Or, you can be really daring and combine the two. Good luck.

This coming week is spring vacation. Erin is in Ireland, which I feel will restrict my social life a bit. That's a-okay though, because it means I can increase the surface area of my butt by working at my computer for many hours every day. Yes, I know- I'm excited too.

Situation: I'm virtually the only person sitting at my locker the other morning. The boy who I told in October to stay away from me comes and actually sits down. Now, I know that things between us have gotten a lot less hostile, but they have in no way shape or form gotten friendly. When we get back to school, I'm seriously considering trying to find a new locker to sit in front of. Mine has just been completely taken over by people with either no ears, common decency, or respect for people, namely me. And the only real fear I have about posting this here is the possibility of someone reading it. But it's such a small fear, and such a large oppurtunity to get my feelings across. Amiable, shmamiable.

This boy in my German class thinks that you can get your dishwasher to work if you kick her. Personally, I find it disturbing that he's obviously become so attached to the machine, and wonder if his family is seeking help for him.

I was grounded today, and it was really humbling. I will openly admit that I've kind of been living my weekends as if I'm a deadbeat ( and I'm talking really deadbeat) twenty- something. And when you're twenty-something, the one event you are not expecting is for your parents to start scolding you for having a dirty room and for coming home after midnight two nights in a row. It totally took me off guard, and brought me closer to having a 16 year old outlook. But when I managed to bargain my way into being allowed to go out last night simply by saying that I was, my attitude aged a few years. I think I'll keep my mind under twenty, though. It just seems like such a pathetic reason to stay home. I'd much rather have my social life be my choice.

I have a nasty little bone to pick with the Brookfield Zoo. Supposedly, they're getting rid of their beloved Childrens' Zoo and replacing it with an interactive center with no animals. This means we will have no goats, no reindeer, no raccoons, no ducks, no geese, no miniature ponies, no sheep, no donkeys, no stepping stones, no eagle, and most importantly, no cows. And to replace it with nothing but a building that won't work correctly within a few months is definitely stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid, as Matt would say.

Where's Two Guys, a Girl, and a Pizza Place? They took Cupid, they took the 'lazy' excuse for watching Dawson's, they took Xander and Cordy, and I can't find Dinner and a Movie, no matter how hard I try. It makes a person want to watch TV with a scowl.

Okay, this has gone on for long enough. Babbling is not supposed to go on for this long. Of course, I'll just blame it on the big ol' pish situation with my friend(s). Like I told one of them- the noise has to come out somehow. One day it'll just leak out my ears, I swear. Okay, now time for a quote. Lemme get my headphones on. Let's see... Barenaked Ladies... blame this one on Jacqui, just because we can..."You think it's only fair to do what's best for you and you alone. You think it's only fair to do the same to me when you're not home. I think it's time to make this something that is more than only fair. So if you call, I will answer. And if you fall, I'll pick you up. And if you court this disaster, I'll point you home..." I don't know the name of the song- I don't want to find the case to find out. Ah well, I'll bet you know it.