merry christmas!

I just remembered that on this date,
When I was in like 2nd grade,
I got my extra tooth removed.
Grew in my palette, it did.
I think I still have it, big root and everything.

I had a great Christmas.
I didn't really ask for much, my list wasn't
Done until the 23rd.
Lots of clothes, some earrings,
The Essential Michael Jackson.
My older brother gave us a Wii.
It was a nice family day.
My mom, sister and I
Got manicures on Christmas Eve?
We all got the same color,
This really sparkly red.
The little Asian ladies working there
Had elf hats they got from the bank.
SOO CUUTEE.

Today my sister played basketball.
Her team crushed some other team.
The other team was really loud
And mean to our refs.
I tripped coming down the stairs,
Pretending I was bowlegged.
I crashed into a rack of chips,
Looked like such an idiot.
Didn't get hurt though!

Now I am listening to A Charlie Brown Christmas,
Which I found on my computer today.
It is so good, put it on Reba.
I was going to make a playlist,
With piano songs on it.
I am too lazy to make playlists.
And I make bad ones, because I want to put
Everything on it,
Which defeats the purpose of a playlist.
But, I like playlists, still.
Just can't make 'em.

I haven't blogged in a while.
I say that every time I post.
And I don't write anymore.
I got a journal for Christmas,
I picked it out at Walden Books
When we went shopping at the mall.
I want to write in it, but I need
To finish my other one first.
I AM SO BAD WITH JOURNALS.
Can't finish them. And then I start new ones.
But I'm gonna write today.

I might get a Facebook soon.
I kind of want one, but I don't want one.
The obligations, and the stalkers, you know.
My mom'd be all over it.

I'm glad it's vacation.
I slept 'til 12 today.
I'm swimming next week. I don't mind it so much,
Now that I'm actually improving.
I'm not good, I just improve.
Which might even be better than being good.
It feels better.

Anyway, I'll try to post more,
If anyone still follows this,
My widdle bloggie.

I'm gonna make a sandwich
With my new sandwich cutter
That makes 'em look like dinos.

BE JEALOUS, xoxo.

I haven't blogged in a long time.
I feel like I always start my posts off like that,
So this is all I'll say on the matter.

And this picture's a few weeks old,
I haven't seen any trees around lately
With this many leaves on them.

I did all my homework.
It's the first time in a long time
I can say that.

This week is production week.
Opening night of the play is Friday.
Lot of work, practice goes on forever.
I'm excited though,
Even though I get killed off before
Act 2.
Doesn't even bother me.
Less lines to learn.

I found my glasses today.
I'd been looking for at least
Three weeks.
They were in some drawer
In this unused desk in my room.
I was happy,
I can stop poking my eyeballs
All of the time.
I don't know if I like contacts.
They're good for some things.

My room is pretty clean,
After all my searching.
My drawers are impeccable,
Nothing lurking behind them,
My clothes are all folded.
It's a good feeling.

I remembered today where I
Got my first Harry Potter book.
Kalli's birthday party, on a ferry?
Remember that one?
I won some raffle,
Got 2, 3, and a journal with Hedwig on it.
I found the journal. That's what reminded me.
I might just start writing in it.
It's glaringly empty.
Though I've never been able to keep
A consistent journal in my life.
We'll see.
If I never blog again,
You'll know where I went.

I'm going to go to Peter Harris
With my mother, sister, and
Possibly Gayle.
It's 25% off everything,
Some members only sale.
I think were getting Christmas presents.
Mostly, my mom buying me and Emily stuff.
I really want to give Christmas presents
This year, though.
I just don't have any money.
Actually, after cleaning my room,
I think I have something like $13.
It's the thought that counts, I guess.

I need a job.

Guess what?
No misspellings in this post,
No nonsense words or anything!
How weird.
Normally I get at least one.

&&

*sniffles*

I am really sick
For the first time in a while.
The horrible cold kind.
It's horrible.
Yesterday was so bad.
Today was better.
I could taste this morning,
And it made me feel like I should
Go to school,
Like I couldn't stay home if
I was improving.
I didn't do any homework,
But I got it done during the day,
And didn't get into any troublez.
I probably could have done it,
But Grey's Anatomy/Private Practice
Were on.
Come on, guys,
I'm not that sick.
So anyway, school wasn't too bad,
I got my progrees report.
Mr. House gave me the most numbers.
I consider which teacher likes me most
By how many numbers I get.
But Mr. Dewey gave me a 1 and a 3,
Which are wicked good, best I got,
But Mr. House gave me three numbers,
So he wins.

We played Chaug in soccer, we lost.
Stupid chick tried to jump over Kalli
After she scored, I don't know why.
Kalli's a mess now.
Martha got rocked pretty bad too.
It was horrible, let's not go into it.

But anyway, I have to recover.
I've been getting orange juice at lunch
Since I came down with this thing.
As I mentioned, I couldn't taste the OJ
Yesterday, but it was good today.
Not sure if it's doing anything,
But it can't hurt.

I have a lot to do this weekend, workwise.
Gotta comprehend Chem,
Gotta do Girl Scouts things because I haven't
Been to a meeting all year,
Gotta study for Math,
Gotta read about the Igbo,
Gotta make some masks,
Gotta find Obama quotes,
Gotta quote myself.
Now I'm setting out to write a letter
About how much I enjoyed volunteering
To chill with old ladies over the summer.
Man, did I enjoy those ladies.
Shouldn't be too hard.
Then I'm gonna sleep, sleep is good.

Well, this is me finishing up.
Until next time,

best sunday moment?

Making DeCoteau masks,
Wearing Emily Pin's headband,
Gobbing papier mache
All over Emily Pin's face,
Having papier mache gobbed
All over my face,
Watching Harry Potter,
Taking off the papier mache,
Eating tuna,
Putting papier mache on
Emily Pin again,
Having papier mache put on
Me again.

Best part, though?
Lying outside, after we figured
The sun dries goopy paper better,
Lying on the Pin's front lawn,
Soaking up the sun,
The actual sun, after how blechy
Yesterday was weatherwise,
Drying my face, waving at
Unsuspecting neighbors,
Cajun almost rolling on me.
It was awesome,
Total perfection.
I wanted to stay in the sun forever,
It was just so warm an' pretty.
But, yeah, no,
Gotta get the mask off,
Gotta finish Harry.

A pause button would be so handy
Sometimes, I swear.

!

Taped mah stix a while ago.
I'm really very proud of them.
(The other one looks the same, fyi.)

I still have homework,
And Grey's Anatomy is on tonight,
But I just wanted to demonstrate
What free time and electrical tape
Can do for your soul.

I should be revising my elfish heroic myth.

Instead, I post.

I screamed and screamed yesterday at play practice,

Screamed myself into oblivion.

I never liked screaming, the sound as well as the act,

The reason I don't do well with horror movies.

But I screamed, nonetheless.

My soccer coach needs a liver.

I wish there was something I could do.

I am pretty sleepy,

Back to my elves.

nnghuh.

First off, I would like mention the football team.
Best game in high school history took place yesterday,
And if you left early you would have missed it.
We scored with three seconds left on the clock,
This awesome touchdown by a classmate
I'll probably never recognize.
It was spectacular.
I saw Mr. V. leaving early,
And yelled at Emily Pin, in our band uniforms,
For giving up hope,
All this sarcastic stuff about how they could
Score last second, you never know.
And they completely did.
It was amazing, you should have been there.

I found a spider web doing my math homework
Outside.
I saved a bug stuck in the web,
And amputated a wing in the process.
My first medical decision,
I was gonna kill him on the web,
Put him out of his misery,
But I realized mercy killing wasn't appropriate.
And I couldn't just let some spider suck his blood,
How sadistic is that!
So I saved his little life, ripped him off. He was still alive,
Walkin' around despite the loss of wing
And two back feet stuck together.
Come on, he still had four others.
I left him on a blade of grass to recover.
Do wings grow back?

"Dude Brianna, calm down.
Stop overthinking shit."

Once I discussed with my sister
The pros and cons of living in Gotham City
In the wee hours on a school night.
She has told everyone about it since.
It sounds so much cooler than it was.
The only pro was Batman.

Alright already,
I'm done.

where'd you go?

Hey, all.
I haven't blogged in two months.
I haven't needed to.
I still don't need to,
But I feel bad for not posting anything.

My summer was good.
I got really amazing pictures of my
Beach neighbor's cat Max.
He's adorable, I love cats.
I also helped my dad return this lost
Girl we found, who was wandering the beach.
Her name was Victoria, I hope she is well.
I made tie-dye, learned how to screen a window,
Bought a daisy plant
That is now no longer flowering.
I read many books, I finished Harry Potter.
I loved it more than I love most things, Harry Potter.
I really understood Harry, he was portrayed
Understandably.
J.K. Rowling is really a genius.
If you can't believe that then you have to admit,
Few people can top her imagination.
I library-ed some good CD's,
I ran most days.
I became a good runner, am in the best running
Shape I've ever been in.
I did not get my Silver Award in Girl Scouts,
I was at the beach too much.
I never put my heart into that project,
And it obviously shows.
But, other than the Girl Scout bit,
I had a productive summer,
And I really loved being away from school,
Even though I was barely home and didn't see
Friends much.
It was worthwhile, and it made me happy.

School started almost two weeks ago.
I am okay with my classes, I will stick with them.
I'm not sure it will be the best year ever,
But why should your sophomore year be all that
Great anyway?
That's what being an upperclassman is about.
I could go into all my classes, all my impressions about things,
But I honestly don't feel like it, or think it's necessary.
You can imagine, you've been through school,
Or you go to my school and you know it all anyway.
I think math and religion will be good,
I am interested in chemistry,
Maybe we'll do poetry in English,
And I hope I can continue to love Latin.

By the way,
I finished The Perks of Being a Wallflower,
Really late last night.
The ending left me sobbing, not exaggerating.
What a great book.

Today I woke up at 10, latest in a while.
I went to Mass, I came back,
I painted my nails purple.
I went outside to talk to my dad,
He asked me to help him clear the garden,
Weed and things,
I did, and ruined my nails.
I finished, went inside, took off my nail polish.
I went to my room to interact with my sister
And work on Rachel's bracelet.
I changed into this awesome tank top I
Bought at the PacSun outlet in Lee,
Where we went because I had a soccer game
In Pittsfield (we lost 2-0, because of three factors:
we didn't warm up good, i broke my porcelain soccer ball bank
right before leaving the house, and the opposition was talking smack.
I also had a really good shopping day yesterday.
I got the aforementioned tank top, really bright rugby colors,
as well as these red Keds that I wanted all summer,
late back to school shoes, and this lovely dress from the Gap
with my gift card I have never been able to spend.
Uhhuh, so good. I am such a girl, telling all youse about my
shopping. Also, Wow, I digress.).
I went to my God Camp meeting with Father Plasse,
And no one was there. It's next week.
My mom and I went shopping, we bought things,
Our grocery bagger's name was Francesco, and he was smoking.
Not literally smoking, but figuratively, smoking.
I then went home and my sister, father and I went
To Walmart to get lime, and they had none, and then
To Lowe's, and they had some.
Then we were off to field hockey practice at the Elms.
I stayed with my sister and my dad drove away.
I watched field hockey and sat with Mrs. Pin
And drank Arnold Palmer (made with Green Tea, tastes like China)
And did my Chemistry homework.
Practice ended, we went home with the Pins,
I made Emily check my Chem, she did, I listened to Coldplay,
And we all talked about school.
I came home, hung around, helped my dad with the lime,
Started writing this post, ate dinner, and am now finishing it.

That's it really. I feel like writing an entire play by play
Of my whole day was required.

After all, I haven't posted in two months.

yay! fireworks!

Fourth of July
Is just a good excuse
For taking awesome pictures
Of fireworks.

Vacation is nice, I like it.
We're doing our two week
Beachy tango tomorrow
And I wanted to
Post something before I go.
Just 'cause I care, and haven't
In a while.

I'm doing good,
Chillin',
I got a new baseball glove,
We're still getting acquainted.
I saw my Coloradoan cousins
In Rhode Island.
I'm very music hungry lately.
I found my old, old, old
Lindsay Lohan CD yesterday?
I had been looking for that thing for years,
Forgot about it,
FOUND IT.
I still know all of the words,
I reminisced with it today.
It wasn't really worth finding,
But it sort of was,
All at the same time.
I have lots of reading material now.
Thank you, public library.
I finished the first Harry Potter yesterday.
I've never been one for rereading books,
But I did. It was nice actually,
Harry Potter is a purely good read,
So rich with morality and magic.
I may continue with the rest,
It's hard to stop.
I have plenty else to read too though,
So, "who knows???"

Hmm, well, I'll finish up.
Hope your summer's wicked great,
I'll leave something here again soon!

x)

Wow, no school.
Waking up on a Monday with nothing to do.
It's awesome, really.
I had a nice weekend.
I went to Rhode Island on Saturday,
Looked at those big mansions
With my Girl Scouts.
They were huge,
I took a lot of pictures.
This one's from inside of this enormous
Willowy beech tree in front of one of the
Homes.
We explored, had this cute little
Picnic in some part we found, then
Shopped without buying.
I almost passed out in the last mansion,
That was fun.
Needed to be revived with Mentos.

Yesterday we celebrated Father's Day.
I didn't get Dad anything, feel kind of
Rotten about that. Darn.
We went fishing though, without Mom.
Patrick had to go into the water past his waist
To get his lure out of the weeds.
Several times, actually.
No one caught anything, Pat and Dad socialized
With some old guy. He seemed sweet.
We picked strawberries, it was great.
I like doing that sort of thing, so hands on.
And you can be sure that you don't have any bad ones,
Cause you picked 'em yourself.
We went out to eat and watched Seven Pounds at home.
My dad and I watched all of the special features.
All of them. We didn't go to bed until midnight.

Today I woke up kind of late.
Made oatmeal, notenoughwaterohwell.
I cleaned my room. It had gotten really bad.
I chatted on the phone, I never chat on the phone.
Then I cleaned the cellar a bit.
We went to the library,
I got three books, three CDs.
Lucky finds, I hope they all turn out to be good.
I came home and read a lot.
Ate dinner, watched TV.
I saw Jon and Kate Plus 8?
How sad, I hope everything turns out alright.
Reality television is such a reality.

But anyway, I'm excited for the break.
I'm going to do things and be happy.
Live it up, if you will.
Let the days blur and forget the date.
Try to make this last as long as possible.

Guess we'll see how that goes.

bostonian photographers

I haven't blogged in three weeks.

I have had so much schoolwork.

Suddenly, I have none,

Which is why I post photographers.

I took my last final today.

I will party tomorrow.

I got my hair cut on Monday?

It makes me feel short and bouncy,

'Cause it's short and bouncy.

My mom and I run errands

After our half day of school is over.

Produce shopping, Big Lots,

We've been out to lunch every day this week.

It's nice, quality mom time.

I read today, for fun.

The Heart is a Lonely Hunter.

I judged a book by its title.
It's alright, the girl in it is always talking about music,

It's hard to read about music

Without wanting it too much.

I watched Crossing Jordan?

I love it,

The acting is phenominal.

I probably shouldn't be so interested in morgues.

But, yes, I have time to blog.

Two more days until I'm free.

Summer is a good thing.

I can't wait at all.

beachy weekend?

It was very nice.

Very, very, very nice.

It's just tough to come back.

razzamatazz

Tonight I was in my dad's car
And he had NPR on the radio
And they were playing jazz
And my dad thought that I didn't like it,
Offered to change it.
I said no way, and we drove home to
All those horns and saxophones and stuff.
I went to my room, turned on NPR.
I listened to jazz as I sucked on freeze pops
(first pops of the season)
And divided polynomials.
I love dividing polynomials, absolutely adore it.
I have no idea why, this is the first math I've liked
In a while.
But anyway, jazz is nice.
It's beautiful and keeps you mind off everything else.
You can do whatever you want in jazz,
It's so free.
Plus, scat?
Come on, you can't listen to someone scat without
Falling head over heels in love.
That's a fact.

But anyway, that's the most fun I've had in a while.

Um, my vacation was nothing to write about.
That's why I haven't.
I did too much, if that's possible.
Tons of softball, band.
Band's becoming okay, the more I play, the more I like it.
I don't know, I just had too much
Going on for me to consider it a vacation.
Oh well.

I got some good pictures of Boston,
Passed the time with my camera.
It was alright.
I took a lot of skyscrapers.
But I didn't really get the full effect i think.
Probably because
I'm afraid of Blue Men.
I didn't think they were fun.
I couldn't see the person in them,
I thought they weren't human.
It was just weird, that's all I know.
Once in a lifetime experience,
You should've been there.

Um, top three favorite blue things right now?
Heffalumps,
That minty blue gum that always has "icy" in the title,
And..
Denim.
Definitely denim.

>)

*grinning*

Aww. Such an adorable little fruit.
Kiwi is just too gorgeous to be true.

"..."

Last night was the father daughter dance
At school.
We got there an hour late, my sweater didn't
Match my shoes.
We ate and I drank blueberry iced tea
And socialized with Emily Pin.
We hung around with Nicole and Ana,
Crowded in the bathroom with many
Other girls for a while
And I took picutures with a bunch of
Sophomores.
When we got back, I grabbed my dad
And swayed to a few slow songs with him.
He bugged out as soon as those good dancing
Songs came on.
I danced with Emily and Ana,
With Nicole and Chrissy Rodriguez,
A little with Karrah Smith and a little with Gina.
Everyone started leaving around 9,
I soon found myself alone, no partner, just me.
I couldn't stop dancing, the music was pulsing
Through my veins.
Some announcement about a dance contest,
I looked around, trying to find someone to jive with,
And everyone had left the dance floor,
Sitting down at tables to gossip and watch,
Except those couple of happy girls with their
Cool dads who dance well.
The daughters spin to some music, beaming at their
Fathers,
And I'm just dancing like a maniac,
Moving all on my own.
At the time it felt right,
Yet, thinking back on it,
I realize how horrible I must've looked.
Dancing, matching the beat of this music with each
Individual limb,
All on my own, just trying to avoid being run over by
Mary Jo and her dad.
I was so into it, twenty minutes straight,
It's not like I could drop out of this stupid contest.
I don't know, they stopped the music.
Mrs. Perreault joked about giving me 5 extra points
In history, 10 if my dad had joined me.
My dad came up from his table, laughing, ha, ha, ha.
No one won, I was strange.
It was so weird. Had my dad been there, no one
Would have thought twice about my sanity.
Then I felt like I was dancing for somebody,
Somebody out there in the audience,
(see, I even subconsiously call the other
people there and audience)
Who was cheering me on and stuff,
But my dad was just talking to Mr. VanWart,
He saw me,
I bet they were kidding around about me up there,
But come on. No one cares.
I just did it for me, and now I feel like it wasn't
Worth it.

Both my dad last night and Martha later today
Told me they thought I was going to pass out,
Dancing the way I apparently was.
I didn't think I was going to pass out one bit.
That thought didn't cross my mind at all.
I don't know. I don't care.
Being alone can be such an uncomfortable feeling.
But I think that lack of comfort
Is something that you cast upon yourself.
I'm almost sure of it.
Currently, I'm trying to find
That fine line between when I can depend on
Myself and when I need other people's help.
It's troublesome, but I believe that I'll
Probably uncover it someday.
I think it will just take time.

I think it's socially acceptable to dance
Like that, all by your lonesome.
I think if I saw someone grooving
By themself like I was,
I'd dance with them in a
Heartbeat.

There are just one million
Too many things I don't understand
About most of the teens of this generation.

Kay, well, time to fill out forms for Scouts
And IM Sara Price.
What can I say,
I live a charmed life.

Heh,
;-P

out in left field

It's really a good expression,
You know.

I was in outfield today,
Not playing though,
Right of left field,
Really far off,
And not doing anything, so I didn't
Need to pay attention at all.
I watched Nathan Bill people,
A family, Dad on the phone being
Dragged along by great Huskys,
Mom with a comfy pale yellow sweatshirt
And Baby in some contraption that
Strapped to her back.
I saw a pile of dog shit
And an empty bag of cheese fries,
And also a white dog with two black ears.

I marched in a St. Patty's parade on
Sunday.
My drum was heavy and the air smelled like
Booze.
I needed a familiar face in the crowd,
I found none.
My mom gave me water,
I drank and played and there was a picture
Of me in the newspaper today
And I have shamrock sunglasses on
And looked like I want to curl up in a ball
And sleep, right in the middle of the street.
At the time, I definitely did.
But then I rested and was fed on the bus ride back,
And I was much better, with cookies and Capri Sun
In my system.

Monday I gave Ryan Zable pepperoni pizza.
Play practice was going on,
Before a random softball pizza party
Coaches decided to have before practice,
I stood in the auditorium and watched
Rehearsal and spotted Beth and Anzo
And the cast on stage, running lines.
I miss this. It stinks being a freshman.
No speaking roles. Might also me my lack of
Singing ability, but we'll blame it on
Being a freshman for now.
But then I went with Helen and Lya
And ate pizza and saw Ryan when I was
Running to get the door open for
Some nice construction worker who
Was begging through the cafeteria window,
And I felt like sneaking pizza,
And feeding a hungry boy,
So I got him pepperoni and he thanked me
Profusely, and again in the hallway yesterday.
I feel bad for him, I don't have a problem with him,
I brought him pizza and it made me glad.

Yesterday at lunch I couldn't eat my sandwich.
It was the ham, I think.
I took a few bites, and I realized I couldn't do it,
Chew this flesh,
It felt wrong.
Joan asked why I wasn't eating it,
And I said "I don't know."
And, I'm no vegetarian,
I eat meat, I've eaten meat since then,
Like today, even,
I just couldn't do it then.
And my mom called me over
As I disposed of trash,
And told me I looked sick and to get a pass
And come on down,
But I didn't want to at all.

I wore my contacts all this week,
I'm hooked on them.
I think they're fun, no one notices usually,
Maybe they do but don't say anything.
It's like not being visually impared anymore,
I hardly know they're there.
I might stick with it, I enjoy them

Ms. Judd sent me to her office.
I was seriously scared.
On my way, Mrs. Perreault told me
To bring this huge box to Maintenance
And I walked down the hallway
With it over my head,
A turtle in its shell,
And put it in Maintenance
And Ms. Judd told me I missed D period
Unexcused
Last week, and I said I was with Mrs. Campbell,
And she let me go free.

Today was a good, making up for my
Bad past couple weeks.
It was my mom's brithday,
My dad woke me up and fed me waffles,
And I went back to bed, there's no school.
I awoke again at 9:32
And went to the kitchen
And did sudoku and my mom made me tea,
And I actually finished the sudoku,
And then ate kiwi
And copied my softball schedule
Into my agenda
From the Internet.
I worked on writing some letter for my
Silver Award,
Which I need to work on badly
But put it off because homework's more
Important, for sure.
I took my mom out to Coughlin's,
Mrs. Pin looked shocked when I waved to
Her when we arrived.
I ordered cranberry juice and quesadilla,
And my mom saw all these people she knew,
And was so happy, 'cause it was her birthday.
We went to Costco, I enjoyed the people there,
Particularly an older deaf couple
And an Asian woman
Buying some exotic looking plant.
Then we went to Bob's and Mom bought shoes
And I helped a lady find the Crocs.
Then I went to softball,
And ran and threw and missed and caught
And lead and bunted and cheered.

And then I chilled in left field.

We went to Leone's for dinner,
And Ms. Brown was there with Sue,
And I ate a calzone
And went home and did math homework,
And still haven't finished it.
But I'm all caught up with my make-up work,
Which makes me so happy I could scream.

What have I been up to all week?
Basically, this.

;)

Natasha,
I'm sorry, really I am.
I heard it was your first time,
You know, skiing?
Taking lessons?
Should've worn that helmet, Natasha.
I fell skiing once, too,
I broke my arm, you broke your brain.
Plus I had a nice redhead with an afro
Retrieve my skiis for me,
Doubt you got that pleasure.
Emily Pin broke the news to me at lunch,
She laughed at me when I"NNNOOO!!!"-ed.
I was rooting for you though,
Prayed for you in Latin,
Cried a little during class, despite myself.
Later Heloise brought you up,
I tried to explain to Beth
Who you were, she didn't really get it.
She told me I looked sad.
Then we talked Kite Runner,
Told her the movie is great
She said I shouldn't read the book,
Much too graphic.

But anyway,
I just want to let you know that I wanted you to
Win, that some girl you'll never know was
Looking out for you.
I think it's mostly because you're dead,
And I don't know you,
And I'm a fan of Parent Trap,
And Maid in Manhattan
And you'll never star in any other movies
Ever again.
Alright, this is depressing,
Blogging to dead celebrities,
Hope you have fun in Movie Heaven.

Tonight's the concert,
Drumline practice after school was horrible.
Allyssa's infatuation with Tim Miller
Kept her from playing anything decent,
Then she just kept dropping out,
Not playing altogether.
She better pull herself together
For this thing or I'll scream.

But, we get to wear sunglasses
On stage,
So everything's all better.

x)

Natasha Richardson

This is an outrage.

This woman can't die.

I do not know her.

Sometimes, though, when you watch

Parent Trap 16 million times too many

At Emily Pin's house,

You tend to feel like you know her.

She can't die.

Ski accidents are horrible, they

Are a poor way to die.

But, seriously,

She's pretty and talented and shouldn't

Have to die from hanging out in Canada

And going for a ski.

It's not fair.

Really, it's not fair.

Pull through, Natasha,

I don't know you, I don't watch all your movies

Or stalk you on the Internet,

Or even mail creepy love letters to your

Penthouse.

I also keep wanting to call you

Natalie, basically 'cause

I have no idea who you are.

But, you rocked in Parent Trap,

Therefore,

You don't deserve to die.

<3

spring?!

It's so nice outside today.
Beautiful.
I've been playing catch with my sister
A lot between today and yesterday.
Softball try-outs are tomorrow,
I haven't done anything since
Camp, but camp was so hard-core
I think that counts.
But, I, like, took my sweatshirt off
And everything.
It's perfect.

So many mixed feelings though.
I reflexively looked over to my cat's
Favorite sunning spots twice already.
It's just so unreal, nothing is there.

I've been sick, I missed a lot of school.
Two days feels like a lot.
I can't make anything out of the Biology
Notes Pin took the liberty of copying.
I haven't had anything to do,
I've been really unhappy lately.
Staying home just sucks.

My brother has this kid over that lives
In the house behind ours, you know,
The next street over.
Mitch.
He's so weird, I can hardly stay in the
Same room with him.
At least that's my impression,
Haven't met him much.
Fully compatible with Pat though,
They've been talking Poke'mon all day.
I guess that's good.

My sister has another neighbor over.
Jesse, but she doesn't really count
Cause she's nice and goes to school with Emily.
I think she's going to some basketball game with her.
Whoo hoo.

My mom was supposed to go to the hockey game
Today in Boston with Ms. Morissino,
But Ms. Morissino's sick, so I think she isn't.
She was going to skip my stupid
Swimming banquet for the game,
But now that she's not going, she wants in on
The banquet.
Pfft, she was going to make me go to that
Thing with my dad.
Whatever, I don't care either way.

I feel like doing something time consuming
For myself, not school or anything.
I'm bad at coming up with this stuff on the spot.
Well, maybe I'll fill my time with finding
Something to do.
Don't know, doesn't matter.

Hmm?

visne mecum saltare?
Will you dance with me?

Today was actually a bad day.
It was.
I didn't realize it until my mom
And Ms. Kakely asked me about it
Before going home, but then I saw that
It really was.
Like, if you looked at the scheme of things,
If I tell you what happened today,
You'd be all, "Aw, duuudee, thaaaa suckkss."
But it didn't feel suckish at the time.
Just sounds bad, I guess.

I woke up this morning, ate waffles,
I lost my pink earring yesterday at school,
Couldn't wear them.
I left the house, Dad drove the van
Even though him and my sister are both sick,
Walking to Bio, I realized they took down my
Favorite picture hanging in the hallway,
And I was wrong about my potential amazing
Test grade.

In homeroom, no one was speaking my language.
The one downside to Tic-Tac-Toe Koreans.

Band was the highlight,
I realized I have this cool mark on my arm
That you get from cymbal playing.
Bob and Alex told me how bad they got it from
Some parade they did.
Mine doesn't hurt though, I saw it a while back,
Didn't know how I got it. Now I do.

I let Heloise copy my Latin homework,
And I did horrible on it,
And so must've she.

I failed an Algebra quiz,
But I enjoy retaking them in the morning.
Starts my day off right.

We learned about Alexander the Great in History.
I can't decide if he was Great or not,
There's so much evidence for both sides,
You just can't choose.

My yogurt at lunch was horrifying.
I showed it to my mom and told her to
Stop buying generic Stop and Shop
Fruit on the bottom.
I made Ms. Morrisino laugh.

Ms. Johnson thought she'd be cool and call on me
Without me raising my hand.
I wasn't paying attention, trying to zone out from
All the rapid-fire gossip,
Just doodling little jellyfish on some paper I found,
And I had to babble about how Jesus cured a leper,
And Ms. Johnson hated it.

English?
Raised my hand thousands of times and ranted on
About weird ideas I'm not sure I even feel
And couldn't articulate anything.
Basically,
Made my own fun.

So it was bad, but I wouldn't say I had a bad day.
It didn't feel crummy at the time.
Days like these, you expect bad things to happen.
And then grow immune to them, so it's only bad
Before you realize that it doesn't matter.

And it doesn't.

Now, on to Latin vocab.
Ttyl, lol.

x)

Patrick's Pinewood Derby car.
Isn't this thing sick!?!
Him and my dad spent last weekend
Painting it.
Apparently it was supposed to be
Chromish red,
But it turned out to be this,
Amazing, bloody colored thing.
Patrick's calling it the Bloodmobile,
He's racing it tomorrow, but I won't see it.
But even if it doesn't win,
IT IS JUST SO DARN COOL,
Nothing else will matter.

*heheheheh*

On Saturday,

It was so sunny and nice.

It was spring, I could feel it.

I took pictures of crocuses,

A patch I found,

And smiled and was warm.

And last night it snowed like crazy,

And there's no school

So I peek out to where the crocuses
Were on Saturday,

And they're currently

Under a chilly blanket

Of snow,

Never to be seen or heard from

Again.

veni, vidi, vici

I came, I saw, I conquered.

Julius Caesar was never one to
Take things humbly,
Was he?

snowy patio

I took this a while back,
During a 2-hour delay of school.
I emptied my memory card today.
There were a couple good ones on there,
I need to post some more pictures soon.

I must say,

I've had a pretty decent vacation.

It's got to that point,

You know, when you don't remember

School well, just been so out of it.

I filled my days with doing random

Little things

And it's just been nice.

Monday I went to the dentist,

And I didn't like it.

I normally don't mind it much,

Almost enjoy it

But I didn't this time.

The hygienist lady told me I need

To floss more

And brush my tongue

And something about my wisdom teeth,

That I should get an x-ray,

But that they can't do anything about them.

I didn't understand.

She didn't fill up the tooth-scraping silence

With senseless babble,

And I started to miss it

Because all I could think about was

How much I hate dentistry,

How I never want to be a dentist,

How pointless teeth are.

At least the chatter keeps you

From thinking such pessimistic thoughts.

But yeah, the foamy orange fluoride

Was the highlight

Not much else matters.

I went to the library.

I've been reading and I love it.

I finished The Secret Life of Bees,

It was sweet, basically,

Made you want to watch bees,

Made them likable.

I read What I Was by Meg Rosoff,

Not bad, I was disappointed when

I found out that it was about a boy's

Boarding school and the other main

Character was Finn,

Shuddering at the thought of another

A Separate Peace.

But they weren't alike at all.

This book was odd, the plot was strange,

I couldn't figure out the narrator's feelings

Toward Finn,

Whether he wanted love or friendship,

And the ending complicated the whole book.

It wasn't bad though,

Somebody else better read it to help me

Understand.

I'm about a quarter of the way through

The Memory Keeper's Daughter,

And I'm enjoying it.

I have tons of others to devour too,

Just thinking about them makes me smile.

I went to see the Globetrotters with

My family.

My sister's basketball team was

Going to play a game on the court

Before it started.

It was nice, I laughed.

Oh, remember Stormie and Star?

That horrible paint picture I drew?

I saw them at the eye doctor?

I blogged it months ago?

I SAW THEM THERE.

Yep,

They were there, in their wheelchairs

With their names on them.

They looked happy, I made me

Glad to see them doing well.

I went out to breakfast with

My sister's team the next day too,

IHOP.

I saw Ms. Brown with her friend Sue,

I went over to say hi,

They love IHOP.

I hadn't gone in a long time,

It was aiight.

I had a satisfactory time,

Only okay.

We went to this hardware store after

And the shopkeeper was lovely,

In a cornflower blue sweater

A scarf around his neck.

He was just nice,

A good guy.

My mom bought a vacuum belt,

We left.

I went with my dad

And I got contacts.

I didn't really want them,

I like my glasses,

But he really wanted to get me them,

Just to give me something I could use.

Which makes sense, because he knows how

I abosolutely hate buying stuff I won't use.

I had to go to another eye doctor to get them,

Everyone there was nice,

The older lady in the bright pink scrubs

Who gave me the low down

And fitted me,

The doctor in the red sweater and pants

Pulled high,

And the Trish, friendly woman

Who watched me struggle

With popping those little lenses in my eyes,

Blinking and fumbling.

I was surprised at how they were,

The strange feeling of seeing without glasses

For the first time.

I was unaccustomed to the way I looked,

Nonbespectacled.

Just different, not sure if I like it,

They're okay, throughout the day,

Just getting them on and off is tough.

I got really frustrated trying tonight,

So new and unfamiliar.

I think I'll get the hang of it eventually,

I need time to learn.

We went to the museum today,

I took pictures of dinosaurs and

Fishies and

All sorts of taxidermy.

We only got to the science one,

The rest closed,

So we went to the library

For the second time this week

And I got a CD and went home.

I've been enjoying myself,

Everything's good.

I'm tired,

Gonna take a shower and read some.

Still have most of my homework left,

I'll tackle it over the weekend.

(:

my outburst in english class

It was last Thursday,
I'd just gotten out of listening
To these veterans talk about their
War experiences in the library and
During that whole thing, I was
Listening so hard;
I believe that was the cause of my
Outburst, how hard I payed
Attention.
I heard their stories and they were
Fresh in my mind
As I took my seat at the back of Ms. Harty's
Room, with all of the desks facing towards the
Middle
And I felt in the center of the room,
Tom Cardone and I,
And something came over me.
I wanted to talk.
I wanted to say something and stop
Disagreeing with the opinions of other people
To myself, in my head.
I just wanted to say something.
I couldn't sit in the back of the class and
Digest all this depressing literature
Ms. Harty makes us read
Without vocalizing it any longer.
So as Mia and the rest of her group
Discussed how the parents were left out
Of A Separate Peace,
One of those questions Ms. Harty sits around
And concocts during her spare time
To confuse us all,
All these profound ideas flooded my brain.
And I wanted to voice them.
I rambled on and stuttered about how absent
They were from their children's lives and how
They couldn't begin to understand their personal
Conflicts and the fight between Gene and Finny
And why would anyone want to send their kid to
A boarding school if he'd turn into someone
You don't even know anymore
And all of this other intense symbolism
I kept coming up with.
And my hand kept shooting in the air
And Mia kept calling on me
And I was giggling in shock
Of all this surging intelligence
And I just kept going on about all this
Genius/nonsense and I kept talking
And Ms. Harty had this strange look on her face
And I couldn't even listen to what anyone else
Was saying, just what I kept blurting out,
Sometimes just weird parts of sentences that
I couldn't string together and finally
Class was over and Ms. Harty told me,
"Good job today."
And I felt exhausted from all that talking
In Latin and by Math
I was just cold because of the horrible
Draft coming from Sister Louise's open window
To my left
And the unpleasant sound of wind whistling through
The trees by the football field.

It was the strangest thing,
All this knowledge, fleeting but there at the time,
I felt for 50 minutes I could have understood
Anything anyone asked of me ever.
I don't think I will ever participate like that again,
I know Ms. Harty probably dreams about me
Doing this all over again,
Questioning all her deep set opinions on
The same dreary books she's been
Teaching for decades,
But I'm not sure that I have it in me.

Who knows though, maybe that feeling will
Revisit me sometime.

I've been surprising myself a lot lately.

CUPID

I am pretty tired.
I had to wake up at
Quarter of 9 for drumline.
And I drummed from 9:30 to 3:30.
But I had fun, Mr. Cragen is cool.
He is pretty neat,
He writes all of our drum pieces himself,
Composes them,
And he's sick at everything percussion related.
Plus, he puts up with my odd habits.
The way I drum is weird.
I get all this
Pent up energy after a while
And I start leaping and
Piroetting
And sometimes I feel the need to take
My shoes off
And other times I leave my scarf on indoors.
Also I play out of turn and don't stop until I get
Yelled at and won't accept when he tries to
Simplify the part. I just have to understand it,
Get it right, and play it well.
That isn't how I approach most things,
Just percussion, which is also strange.
Today he showed me this paradiddle
Variation to some part in Maleguena
And I could stop playing it at all.
And Emily kept trying to pry my
Sticks out of my hands to make me stop.

So anyway, he's good, I didn't mind the longness.
I got home, my mom and dad got me Boggle for
Valentine's Day and I beat Emily and Patrick
41-17-8.
I ate steak and mac and cheese
And went back to the school
And mandatorily volunteered for that concert
They were putting on.
I bought Beich! chocolate from Tom Campbell
For his trip to North Carolina
And then the music parents yelled at him
To stop selling candy to people
And we went and put it in his car
And reparked it 'cause Rauley said
It was in a fire lane.
But yeah,
I didn't do much, socialized and did odd jobs
And watched some people I didn't know
Cover Beatles.

Now I'm home
And I'm gonna read Secret Life of Bees,
Hopefully finish it if I don't fall asleep.
I kept forgetting today is a holiday,
Didn't wear any obnoxious red and pink or
Anything.
Happy Valentine's Day though, I hope you've
Had a super day :)

xoxoxoxox

I had/am having a really good birthday today.

I am, it's true.
I woke up this morning
And ate strange Fiber One Poptarts.
When we went to Costco Sunday,
My mom was checking out the amount of
Fiber in them
And then Mrs. Perrin came over to us,
And gave me a hug, and my sister too,
But Emily couldn't really understand
How she knew her.
She talked to us for a while,
Said her daughter Grace only comes
There to "graze,"
(only on samples, I hope..)
And she left.
We went into Circuit City,
Which is going out of business, don't you know,
And I bought 30% off CDs.
I got into one of those moods
When I saw this scruffy puppy
Running around in the middle
Of some busy street
Without anyone chasing after him,
Just skittering around in between traffic.
I yelled at my dad to pull over and help him,
My mom said someone else would.
I just wanted to lend a hand, I felt just too
Warm and fortunate.
So that dampened me a bit.

BUT THAT WAS SUNDAY.
Heh, got off on a tangent.
So I ate fake toaster pastries,
And took a really long time getting ready,
And then hopped in the Rabbit (pun intended)
And went to school.
In the car, Fergie came on the radio
And my dad said she had a beautiful voice.
I giggled, she does.
I went to my locker,
And went to the third floor science wing.
I never have before, it was an adventure.
It's awesome up there, beautiful.
So quiet, deserted
With all these old science projects on
The wall from 2003.
No one is there, the varnish still makes the floors gleam.
There's this one window at the end
That looks out into the woods next to the school
And you can see a broken green plastic sled
On the hill where kids sled on.
Man, it was awesome, just awesome.
I recommend going up there sometime.

But anyway, today was just great.
Normal really,
Just recieving more cards than usual,
And books,
And posters,
And brownies,
And $o.60,
And multiple chalkboards wishing me happy birthday
(hehehe, elise <3).
I don't feel any older,
I don't think I'm supposed to yet.
I celebrated my birthday at 1:17 in Ms. Harty's room,
Telling Martha, but she didn't get it.
Might not have heard me or something,
But I celebrated to myself anyway.
My mom gave me this card on
Green paper
That had the same green on the envelope.
I asked her if she made it, she said she got it from
When the office at school
Was giving out free cards the nuns donated.
She had said it was religious before,
Yeah, I get it now.

So,
It's been a great birthday,
Made me feel all fuzzy and loved,
I think I'm going out for dinner later.
I've been thinking, Chili's?
I haven't been there in a while, we used
To go all the time over the summer.
I told Kyle during religion class,
He said that'd be a good pick.

Kay, well I'll conclude.
tu in piscinam habitavit
et vehementer stertiebas.
"You lived in a fishpond and
were snoring loudly,"

I can write really splendid
Latin sentences
When I take the vocabulary
From the back of my book.

I feel like I haven't blogged in a while.
Eveytime I blog I feel like I haven't
Blogged in a while.

Whatever.

Last night I fell asleep
At nine o'clock.
It was so early for me.
I didn't plan to,
Didn't brush my teeth or anything.
I was reading
The Secret Life of Bees,
and Patrick came in
To tell me about the animals that came
To his Cub Scout meeting,
A macaw, a box turtle, a snake that looked
Like it had a second head on its tail, a spider monkey,
I remember him saying them all.
And I was just half sitting/half lying down in my bed,
My book was in front of me and my eyes were closed,
And I told him that was awesome, shut the light off when you leave
And I slept.

I woke up today wishing I'd brushed my teeth.

But anyway,
This was the second time this week I fell asleep
Trying to read.
I wasn't tired at the time,
I just slept.
That's what I get for reading for fun.
But this just never happens,
I suppose this week was just weird.

My birthday is next week.
I keep forgetting.
I was really excited for a while,
But lately I forget.
It's not like I want anything,
I just want it to be my birthday.
Just to say it's my birthday.
That's basically it.

I think I have to go to Carol's today,
Work on some more Girl Scouts.
*bahh*
I need to research Myron of Eleutherae,
And make a pie chart,
And translate Latin,
And study Biology.
Possibly even do history extra credit.

Just 'cause.

squirrelly...

There are really no words to

Describe this.

I looked out the window,

I saw it,

I took a picture.

I shopped and watched hockey yesterday.

Today I did my Biology definitions.

Fun, fun.

I don't feel like going to school tomorrow.

I still have some homework to do.

Latin, Math.

That squirrel is distracting.

I think I'm gonna attempt to make

Hot cocoa.

So,

CYA.

GOBAMA

I'm happy for Obama.
I don't like politics.
I don't like them,
I like Obama.
I am happy for him today.
My mom and I watched him
Get sworn in to office
And chewed on cold pizza
With our hands over our hearts
As the national anthem played.
I don't like politics, I like people.
I like ideas and dreams.
I like to see happy people, proud of
Their Obama.
I like change, good change, spare change.
I want this to work,
For Obama's sake.

Wtg, Mr. O.

Today is Sunday

I've been really busy.
I guess I like being busy,
It's something I've learned about myself.
When I have something to do,
I procrastinate like crazy,
But I like having the option
Of there being something to do
Later, if I choose, that really needs doing.
I dunno, go figure.

I've been busy
With Girl Scouts.
I have been a lot this year.
I actually have something in mind
For my Silver Award,
Something Carol concocted,
But I'm going to follow through with it.
Maybe make a difference for some veterans,
It's the least I can do for them.

I'm been busy
With swimming.
I don't have much of an opinion of
Swimming yet.
I do it.
I work, I go to practice, I swim in meets.
Exactly what I should be doing.
I'm not great, I don't care.
When you're underwater,
It's hard to be aware of how far people
Are in front of you.
It's something you have to make yourself do.
So I don't.
I just swim.
I'm getting better,
Slowly but surely.
Maybe no one else sees it, I do.

I've been busy with Midterms,
Cramming the night before.
I got my Bio grade, 93.
Probably because I studied all weekend.
Band was stupid,
English was a joke,
Latin was short.
I want to study for next week's
But haven't yet.
Math, History, Religion.
None too hard.
I just want to go over them a bit.

I still make time for Grey's Anatomy.
I don't know why.
It's a constant.
I don't even know if this is an example of
"Quality television."
It just feels real,
The struggles, the loves, the impossibly hard decisions,
Even the fact that it's fiction.
I worry about the characters, their emotions are concrete
Enough to touch.
Pfft,
I CONNECT WITH MEDICAL DRAMEDY.

Today is Sunday.
It's snowing and I can't get any good pictures.
The flakes clump together,
Looking exactly like fluffy dandelion spores.
Might try again later.
I actually have plans for the rest of vacation
That don't involve being home.
Later I'm going over Allyssa's house
With Pinpin, presumably.
We're going to drum, Allyssa doesn't want
To look bad at drumline on Wednesday.
I'm not sure I need practice, I can do it on my own.
But what the heck,
It's something.
I've never been over her house before, it'll be an adventure.
Right after I'm going to the team sleepover
Some kids from swimming are having.
I have no idea whether or not I'll enjoy it
Might leave early if it's a dud.
But I'm gonna have fun, I really don't care how.
Tomorrow I'm going shopping with Carol.
Hehe, Valentine's day things for the
ParTAY
I've got to plan with the Scouts.

Then more Midterms.

YAAYY <33

I'm weird about origami.

I only do it on rare occations,
I need a book to give me instruction.
I always have to make the most
Precise folds.
And no matter how precise they are,
They're still crooked.
I'm making a goldfish
And listening to some love song
And this guy "can't let go,"
And I'm folding a goldfish.
I press down the folds of his torso,
If fish have torsos,
And tuck in little edges
Like paper bedtime.
And his voice is smooth and mellow
As he sings a second love song
That reminds me of the first.
I fold and refold,
Press down creases with my fingernail.
My instructions tell me to fold sloping edges,
I obey.
Tricky fold,
Crease,
Unfold.
Steady rhythm,
He still sounds the same.
All five of his songs I listened to sound the same.
"Lift both flaps at right angles,"
I struggle.
I blow into it gently, I blow into it roughly,
Finally opened up.
Fixed his tail, done.
He's okay, considering how
I can't blow into paper well.
Kind of deflated, but okay.

I'm weird about origami,
I use my book that
Came with the patterned paper,
And now I have a sad-looking goldfish.
A red print covered in dragons and clouds,
That's my goldfish.

Vacation's almost over,
I make origami.