Tidbits I've been collecting to blog

  • I went wine shopping with my Vati a while ago and there were these contest entry slips to win a pink Vespa scooter. It is the sexiest thing evar, but since I'm not 21, I have to trick my Mama into entering.

  • I need to start doing my calc and physics homework. My calc teacher never checks and physics isn't due until the day of the test, so I have little motivation to complete my homework on a daily basis. Except there's a really cute boy who sits in front of me in physics, so he shall be my inspiration to do the problems every night, so that when he turns around and asks what I got for this or that problem, I'll be able to say, "Oh, yes, I got such and such an answer to that one," instead of "*blush* Um, I didn't do it. *plays it off like is too cool for school*"

  • Attended Stanford information session. Opinion, if anything, more favourable than before. Mmmm, palm trees on campus. Don't see much of that in Cambridge, MA. Really need to get on those accursed college applications. Most everything can wait until the last minute, but I really need to get the recommendation forms and stuff to my teachers, guidance counselor A to the izz SAP.

  • One of the Reading Olympics books this year is In the Time of the Butterflies. So. effing. good. Want to be womyn revolutionary on Caribbean island in the mid-twentieth century so bad! ¡Vivan las mariposas!

  • My favourite part of the veepee debate [yes, it really has been that long since I last blogged]:
    Edwards: We didn't have enough international support going into Iraq; we're taking 90% of the casualties.
    Cheney: Stop discounting the Iraqi forces. Do their deaths mean nothing to you? If you don't believe in them, they'll never be able to believe in themselves!
    Me: . . . Wow, what a politician. *is in awe at the diversion skillz* Yeah, Iraqis are dying, but we didn't give them much of a choice when we went in to fuck over their country in the first place. Completely irrelevant to the point.

  • I've suddenly remembered why I hate cold weather. Chapped, sore lips + cold, dry hands = q. unpleasant.

  • My room is disgustingly untidy. [My parents prefer the term 'pigsty.'] The floor has disappeared, as far as I can tell. It makes me want to vomit a little, but I simply haven't the time to do anything about it, I swear. My life is destroying me.

  • But on the bright side, I'm sure there are some boys who go for girls with chaotically arranged rooms, chapped lips, and more to do than time allows for. [for which time allows, I know. m|n <- clever ascii drawing for bugger off, obviously]

  • 6 Comments

    THANK YOU!

    It's cold out and it sucks and yeah, just go to stanford. Oh, who is this cute boy in physics? I'd like to know. I liked the VP debates, but yeah, we had this discussion in government a WEEK ago, so I won't go back into details.

    P.S. clean your room! ha
    P.S.S. Do you want to go to the eastern state penitentiary with me and some peoples for terror behind the walls? (haunted house, like) I think we wanna go on friday the 29h. Let me know. I'll tty bout it later. peaceONE

    I personally don't think it's cold, but I'd also go outside in winter with a T-shirt and pants (since I hate shorts), build up a snow fort and have a snowball fight in the middle of December. As usual I would wear no gloves because I find the heat from my hands melts the snowball a little allowing me to pack it better.

    One time the fight went on for so long I couldn't feel my hands anymore, but that didn't stop me. It was only after I couldn't MOVE them anymore that my friends made me stop. I know it's stupid, but I'm competitive like that.

    As for boys who like untidy rooms and chaotic lives? I know some. No worries.

    P.S. When snowball fighting I will wear warmer clothes not so much as to stay warm but to provide body armor since I don't always get hit with SNOWballs, if you know what I mean.

    Finally a post! Don't go to Stanford! I'll never see you again! College Applications, puh. It is a very nice scooter. And don't worry, my room is horrible too.

    Don't forget the Iraquis aren't part of the coalition. Don't forget to vote against someone who voted against Meals on f'in Wheels.

    is this guy you like in fisbics who i think it is??? if it is...at least it's not another dom! ;)

    hehehe - we both have a thing for boys that take AP physics!!! ;)

    Cat is mewing to get into the house. Read DICK which shows what a Dick Dick Cheney is. As if we didn't already know. Not only did he vote against Meals on Wheels, he voted against Nelson Mandela, food for babies, food for pregnant women, the environment, education, etc., etc., etc. Evil on Wheels.

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