September 24, 1999

Today I woke up with a (very) soar throat, plugged ears, runny nose, fatigue, and a feeling that I wouldn't be gracing the halls of school with my prescence today. Damn. But at least I'm updating.

At the moment I'm missing my study hall. My choir teacher doesn't have anyone to grade papers for her today. I've also managed to miss a German quiz, a math test, and in twenty minutes I will begin to miss an important lecture about the Constitution that might help with a big exam I have next week. But I got to miss Physics, with the craziest teacher I've ever had the misfortune to be taught by. Thank goodness.

Let's see, what are my issues today?

I had this crazy dream last night. My family and I were these art dealers, and we were having this auction kinda thing with all these really expensive artifacts and such. But the most expensive, rare, priceless, wonderful (etc.) piece was missing. I found it behind the display case (lame, lame, lame, lame.. I know), and realized that there was this bunch of Europeans clad in black who were planning on stealing it. Ooo... Anyway, I rush to tell my parents. I report the news kinda loudly in the same room with the display case and the bad guys. They don't turn around, but I'm convinced they're going to kill me. Ooooo.... When I try to get away from them, I succeed and find myself in a place that kind of reminds me of the hallway my locker's in at school, but without the classrooms and students. Instead, the people passing me are either strangers or my college friends. So then we reunite, and go do something in this big, familiar- looking backyard. Then I wake up, 'cause this is just too weird.

Also, here's another kooky thing that I've dreamed a few times. Briefly, in between dreams with actual plots and length to them, I have little sequences with Tony and me. There's this reconciliation that he's offering to me, and then I accept and hug him. It's happened about two or three times. Very annoying.

So I got my glasses. They're still fun for me after the first week. Comparing the blurry words I see without glasses to the nicely defined words I see with them is fun, as is focusing on the reflection of my eyes in the lenses and having them fog up on me when I drain pasta. Eventually they will be boring and day-to-day, but give me this time to delight in the newness of it all.

On homecoming: I'm finally not going. I didn't want to go freshman year, I had a horrible time sophomore year, and this year I finally draw attention to my datelessness and use it as a classic excuse for not attending the time-honored celebrations. I have the dress, I have the shoes, I have an idea about the hair, I would have the flowers- I just don't have the want or need for it this year. It's so unappealing that even if Erin was determined to go and pissed at me for not going with her, I still wouldn't back down. School sucks this year, and I don't need a dance to remind me of that fact.

Do you know about those focus groups that call you up, ask you some survey questions, and then if you answer them correctly you get to go to a little presentation-type thing and get paid for it all? Well, if you do, you'll follow this next story perfectly and if you don't, just read that last sentence again and I think you'll get the gist of it. So for the last few years they've been calling for me a lot, and never once did I qualify. I felt so out of it- a total weirdo for not fitting the social norm in any stereotypic teenage girl interests. Two nights ago they finally called with my perfect survey- a combination of the internet and movie/ fashion/ sports/ TV celebrities. Do I search for celebrities online? Do I use the internet more than 4 hours a week? You bet I do! And they're going to pay me $40 to hear about something related to my favorite procrastination tool. Yes!

Alright, I've got to go. Maybe I can get in another nap while the rest of my classmates furiously take notes in history. Um, Joe Jackson, Look Sharp. First, "Happy Couples": How come happy couples make it look so easy? How come happy couples always talk so fine?... Happy couples ain't no friends of mine.... Wanna be, wanna really be, what my friends pretend to be- be it in my own good time... (blah, blah, blah, blah) til I become one of two of a kind... Second, "Fools in Love": Fools in love, they think they're heroes, 'cause they care to feel more pain. I think fools in love are zeros. I should know, I should know because this fool's in love again...