Friday, August 16, 2002
It was the last day of MassArt today! *sniff* *sniff* yeah yeah, whatever, it wasn't that sad, since I'll be seeing everyone tomorrow at the show.
It was actually kind of sad because I had acres of fun at the program (excepting the heat), but it wasn't too bad because we kept pretty busy today and there was no time for mooning in anguish about the impending end of the program and the sad concatenation of events that result all too soon in the beginning of regular school. Anyways.
We went to Jillian's, because Chris got lost and couldn't find wherever else it was we had been aiming for. I was quite ready to place a hefty price on his head (it was really, disgustingly hot out, and we were wandering around Landsdowne Street [sp?]), but then we went into the air conditioned Jillian's and didn't get kicked out, so his life was spared.
Anyways, it was pretty fun. There was pool played and then there were arcade games played. Chris played a very nasty game of pool where he cleared the table in 2 or 3 turns. Insanity. Nathan played a really excessively violent boxing video game thing. Mike didn't play any arcade games because he didn't buy a game card. I didn't play anything because I stink like a three day old fish at arcade games. There were 2 other girls with us who were sisters and whom I didn't really know.
Correct usage of 'whom'? I know not. I hope that it was, 'who' and 'whom' are such hideously annoying little words to get wrong.
Tonight is my parent's 22nd anniversary.
We were outside and the sky kept lighting up, but we didn't hear any thunder or anything. So I asked, "What is that??" and my dad said, "Well, it's either lightening or the sky is taking flash pictures."
Wouldn't that be so cool, though? If the whole sky took a flash picture of everyone on Earth in one moment... wouldn't that just be incredible? I think that it would be.
I am really rather tired right now, but I don't feel like doing much of anything, or sleeping just yet. Hence, the blog.
*We both like soup... and snow peas... and talking... and not talking... we could talk or not talk all night.*
You know what that's from. You should know. If you don't know you need to get properly educated dammit, and I am personally ashamed of you. You know what, though? I'll be nice. I'll give you a hint. It's a movie.
Stupid senior pictures. Freaking waste of my precious, school-free, end-of-the-summer time. O yes, and also my ever so vital mural-painting time. Yes, Corey. I will not leave you alone to work on it. All of us in the Architectural Club shall share in the joys and the sadnesses of the mural together.
I said I wasn't going to finish my comic book, didn't I? Well, guess what??? I didn't finish it. So now I have an incredibly lame, half-finished comic book in the show. I am very unhappy about this. But I don't think there is much of anything now I can do to rectify it. Alas, alas, alas.
Loudermilk, 'The Red Record'
30 Seconds to Mars, '30 Seconds to Mars'
These are 2 CDs I am very interested in. Yes. Veeeerrrrrryyy interested....
Before 9! I said before 9! Frelling little brothers, always being so frelling annoying. Ha, 'frell', I'm such a dork (and no, Kate, not that kind of dork. Dirty, dirty Kate).
Cats are soft.
Got my schedule today. It doesn't look like they screwed it up too badly, only mildly. They put me in Painting instead of Portfolio. But the rest of my classes look OK. Is it too much to ask, you wonder, for the guidance department to not make any mistakes in the schedules? Ha! I reply. Of course it's too much to ask. Harassing guidance until they fix your schedule is one of the many glorious SHS traditions. I partake of the joys of this particular tradition every year without fail, sometimes twice a year if my schedule changes between semesters. O, how I adore it so!
Yes, really tired. Good night.