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October 30, 2004
Building up my resistance to teh corn syrup
It would take 240.63 cans of Dr Pepper to kill me, which is up 33.19 cans since the ninth grade.
So either I've developed greater tolerance for sugary caffeinated beverages in maroon cans or I've gained twenty pounds.
PS: Favourite Androo quote evar:
PPS: Can you tell I've been reading my archives? Also, remember unrequited? Vom!
PPPS: I've actually been reading my archives for research purposes for my college applications, if you can believe it. Early action is due Nov 1 [though MIT has extended it to Nov 5 for some unknown reason].
Everything's in but part 2 of the application [just need to finish editing essay], Frau Eichler's recommendation [but she asked about the postmark date yesterday, so I know she knows when it's due], and the mid-year report [obviously].
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October 27, 2004
Dear Lost,
Je t'adore.
I love how I can predict every line evar.
Kate & Jack [OMG, LIKE TITANIC!]: *flirtyflirtflirt*
Me: God, why don't you just have sex already?
Dom: If you two have finished verbally copulating. . .
Me: Heart!
Kate: *bends over*
Me: He's totally looking at her ass.
Kate: Are you checking me out?
Jack: UM OMG NO WUT R U TALKING ABOUT!
Mercutio: I don't really believe that. I was just. . .
Me: Angry.
Mercutio: Angry.
Me: Muaha. Muaha.
I also completely heart scar!guy AAF, esp. his Driveshaft fanboy-osity. "Just because I'm over forty doesn't mean I'm deaf. I have your CDs!"
And aww, he helped find Dom's guitar. Dom + guitar = insta!orgasm. What. a. hottie.
J'adore the "Living is easy with eyes closed" tattoo on his arm. In fact, j'adore everything about him.
How about that Korean woman? Way to bring out the English, dude. And oh-em-gee, dress. And everything she wore post-crash, really. Some cute skirts right thurr.
Ahh, good times, good times. Wednesday evenings make me happy inside.
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Hallowe'en costume ideas from my horoscope
"a gorgeous femme fatale, a generous billionaire, or a barrel of oil."
Oh, yeah.
My AP Gov test grade showed an improvement of 12 percentage points from the last test. Which either shows how incredibly subpar I did last time [mostly that] or how fanfuckingtastic I did this time [not so much].
So currently have 89.13 in that class . . . hopefully will be an A by the end of the marking period.
Have effing 80 in health due to zero for assignment I definitely did and swear I turned in. School! You suck!
74 in physics because she gave me zeros for the homework that I turned in and the test I haven't made up yet. Why do teachers insist on doing that?
But on the bright side, I won 15 extra credit points in physics!bingo today. W00t.
Lost ton. Will Bruce took the time this afternoon to tell me he watched it last week and thought it sucked. Thanks, dude! \m/ He obv. has no appreciation for the pretty. [I think it's a boy thing.]
Oh, and on Monday evening I spent a gajillion hours working on a Flash animation for an American studies presentation. It was something else, let me tell you. Though it could have been ten times better if perhaps our teacher gave us a more reasonable amount of time to work on the project before it was due. Some of us do have other things in our lives, you know.
Wow, I complain about school a lot. I'M SORRY, GUYS. It makes me feel better, okay? Not really, but I honestly don't have anything else to say. Because school has what we like to call a monopoly on my life.
So, yeah. Busy weekend coming up. Amidst the holiday festivities [including Capitol Steps at the Keswick] I have to write college essays [oops!].
PS: Loff to my collegiate pals: Yan, whose life became really interesting when I stopped paying attention; Merv, who has a new special friend of unspecified gender; and Brinz, who disappeared.
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October 26, 2004
You know you're a bleeding-heart liberal when. . .
an Eminem music video makes you cry.
Yeah, shut up. I'm just a little premenstrual, all right?
KT scooped me on this one, but this is pretty cool too.
Political Forum after school tod. Realised just how accepting I am of other viewpoints [not very]. It's not like I don't respect their right to believe certain things, it just makes me hurt with rage to hear that they do believe these things. I can hate and respect at the same time, right? . . .
One week until the election. Pretty exciting stuff.
MIT early action app due one week minus one day, which is a relief and an annoyance at the same time.
School is pretty much teh suck. I wish my teachers would update Lettergrade more obsessively.
But you know, I'm chill. Ob-la-di.
Hallowe'en this weekend and still no costume. Oh, the suspense. *grips seat*
\m/ Outtiez.
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October 25, 2004
Postscript
On the train after Michael Moore the young conductor was like, "Who here is voting for Bush?"
Train passengers: *silence*
Me: Boo!
Conductor: *doesn't collect fares*
So yeah free train ride! Everyone who bought round-trip tickets was a little upset, but sucks to them, I say. Only boring people buy round-trip tickets, anyway. Live in the moment, that's my motto. :D
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October 23, 2004
and the bass keeps runnin runnin and runnin
Michael Moore 's Slacker Uprising Tour Thursday night. Love that man. Showed some really funny Swift Vets spoof ads.
John Kerry used to have long hair. Now he has short hair. . . two words: flip flop.
It takes courage to die for your country. X American soldiers died in Vietnam. John Kerry didn't.
When John Kerry was under fire in Vietnam, he ducked. Do you want a president who will duck?
He also played about 6 minutes of clips from pre-war Iraq. No better way to make people realize that Iraqis are people too.
Still haven't seen Fahrenheit 9/11, but it just arrived from Netflix. Watched Saved! last night. V. g.
Anyone with Hallowe'en costume suggestions is a winnar. I'm too lazy to come up with something good. The only pink-haired character I can think of is Sailor Chibi Moon, and, well . . . bleh. I have an orange hoodie, so I'm kind of tempted to dye my hair blue for Clem, but that might be too subtle.
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October 19, 2004
you say you want a revolution
Guess who met Howard Dean this afternoon! I'll give you a hint.
Photograph by Sienna. It's times like these I wish I hadn't fucked up my digital camera beyond repair on that fateful day at Revere Beach, MA [okay, I haven't taken it to a camera repair shop yet, so the damage may well be reparable, but "beyond repair" sounds so much more dramatic]. And that I weren't wearing a large fuzzy sweater and standing at such an angle that my arm looks like a small tree trunk.
Yeah, that's right. I met Howard Dean! And I got his autograph on a Josh Shapiro sign. Which is when I realised that if I ever become famous, people will hate me because I'm too lazy to have a consistent signature. I just scribble randomly in a pattern that vaguely resembles my name, and it ends up different every time.
So I think he's officially the most famous politician I've met since I shook hands with Hillary Rodham Clinton. [If you collect Almeda trivia, there's one for your book. Most famous actor-cum-internet-celebrity I've met? Wil Wheaton. Scottish indie rock band? Idlewild.]
My favourite new PoFo recruit. He wears rose-tinted spectacles to school with a sign on his forehead that says "Bush's glasses."
But how did this Dean meeting come about?, you ask excitedly, eager for knowledge.
After school, Political Forum took a field trip to the Get Out The Vote Rally with State Rep. Candidate Josh Shapiro [his office is not far at all from our school]. After waiting approximately 1.5 hours, Dean finally showed up and gave his little speech. I yelled encouraging things like, "Yeah, How-ard!" in a voice I feel a certain person would have appreciated.
Ahh, yes, good times, good times.
This evening, KT and I reluctantly returned to our school for an informational session on working at the polls on Election Day, since we are going to be Minority Clerks [which pays $90, so it's almost worth it]. There were many, many old people, who were of course creaming their pants with delight at seeing young people getting involved in the political process. When they weren't busy asking useless questions about every even remotely possible problem they might come across on Election Day, that is.
Tomorrow Jon Fox [my dad made a "non Fox" spoof on the back of a Josh Shapiro sign that I took to the rally and garnered a lot of attention >D] will speak at our school as a follow up to Josh's Monday performance [we have to be fair and balanced, you see.]
Tomorrow is also the next episode of Lost, which I shall be watching at my darling friend Sienna's house, after we spend an hour studying for a gov test.
Somehow, I also have a physics test and calculus quiz on Thursday, so that will be too fun for words. That evening I'm going to hear Michael Moore speak, which, without sarcasm this time, is going to be totally hardcore.
I finally gave my first teacher all the necessary recommendation forms, envelopes, etc., so that was good [and it made Will Bruce feel better about being a slacker, since his mother told him all successful people had already finished their college applications]. Should be able to get the rest of the stuff to my guidance counselor tomorrow, which leaves only stuff I personally need to do [which means I can leave it off until the last minute], such as write crappy essays. On the bright side, by the end of this month, all this will be finished. Whoo.
PS: Go team Boston! [i.e., the Red Sox, for those of you not in the know]
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October 18, 2004
Life is eating me.
Friday. Took train into city to babysit cousin. Slept over.
Saturday. Woke up far too early [who knew Saturdays even had 7:00 AMs?] to take math & physics test at Temple. I wish I'd studied; I couldn't remember any of the equations I needed that we learned in the second half of physics last year. I'm not really concerned about doing well; there's some scholarship money that wouldn't be met with disappointment.
I do feel kind of bad about letting down my school, though. They're like, hmm, let's pick four seniors who will potentially do well on tests and make us proud. And I'm like, umm, I have senioritis really bad, don't make me do this and embarrass you. C'est la vie!
Post exam, I returned via train to the suburbs. There was this really pretty boy sitting across from me on the train, but when he got off I noticed he had a bouquet of flowers, which produced a mix of illogical disappointment and "Aww, that's so sweet!" internal coo-age.
Krista picked me up at the train station and we went to Dorney Park with her mother, sister, brother, and four of her brother's friends. 'twas a lot of fun, except for when it rained and hailed and I caught pneumonia. No, despite the weather, I did enjoy it.
For the month of October, they have Halloween-themed decorations and activities [such as a haunted house]. Q. fun. Esp. when we walked along this fog-covered path and you couldn't see anything. It was straight out of a movie. [Perhaps the end of Rocky Horror.] And of course the roller coasters and traditional rides were exciting as well.
Photograph by Krista. I know, I'm a total hottie. ^.~
Getting home took longer than necessary. We took the scenic route which involved getting on the wrong roads and looping all the way down to Philadelphia. But I was able to save the day and direct Krista to my house from Lincoln Drive. [How we arrived at Lincoln Drive from Dorney Park is still a bit mysterious.]
Sunday. Woke up too early for the second time in two days to participate in the AIDS Walk for my third year in a row. Hurrah for walking 8+ miles! And O sweet Mary Magdalene, I overheard the most obnoxious thing evar:
Stupid girl: Hey, I know the cure for AIDS. Don't sleep around! You find your soulmate and then you marry him. After you make sure he's a virgin, too. Then you won't get AIDS!
Me: *kills self*
But yeah, I rocked the AIDS Walk. Sexy Melissa!hat with obsolete dreads hole + pink hoodie [with hood up over hat, naturally] + MIT pajama bottoms [that everyone at WTP bought!] + sunglasses + pink MIT water bottle. Whoo, baby. I totally had the celebrity-bumming-it-and-avoiding-paparazzi!style down.
Too bad I mother-effing got sunburnt!
Sexy drag queens cheering us on.
Monday Had to go to school with bright-red nose. Everyone pointed and laughed and made fun of me and I sat in the corner, rocking back and forth and crying. Okay, maybe not. But I'm sure people were wondering to themselves how I got sunburnt in the middle of October.
I did dye my hair pink yesterday, so perhaps that distracted them from my nose.
During fourth period, a local democratic candidate for state rep. came and spoke to us. Since my parents are so politically involved and/or he stalks me, he was like, "Oh, hey, Kate, what's up?" and I'm like, "um, wtf do you say to someone who barely knows you when they ask you that?" except I smiled and shook his hand and said, "Oh, nothing" or something equally noncommittal.
He's a nice guy. Well, as far as I know. When Krista dropped me off the other day and saw our lawn sign, she was like, "Just so you know, he's an asshole." But whatevz. I'd vote for him, asshole or not, if I could vote. *bitter muttering* And since our township is a key township in a key county in a key state, whether he gets elected or not will probably reflect whether Kerry wins or not.
I wish I could do more political volunteering, because this election is really important to me, but it just so happens to coincide with the fall of my senior year, which involves college applications and a lot of other stressful time-thieves. Alas-a-gogo.
So back to my Monday. My AP gov class is sitting in the front row of the auditorium as Josh is speaking and Ms Hauger is playing whisper down the lane.
Person next to me: Does anyone have a camera phone?
Me: Um, yeah.
Person: Ms Hauger says take pictures of him. Try to get the Abington seal in the picture.
Me: Um. *takes out contraband cell phone and takes pictures, trying to be all shady about it so administrators don't notice*
Yeah. The pictures weren't exactly great quality, but I e-mailed them to her after school because I'm just such a great person.
In gym we're still playing tennis, which was not quite as exciting minus Serena Williams. O physical education, how I love thee. And I hrt Mr Franko because [apart from his super cool moustache and the way he talks out of one side of his mouth] when he was handing out a letter from the principal reminding parents to vote on Election Day at the end of class, I said, "Gee, I hope we receive green papers pertaining to gym class!" with faux enthusiasm and he laughed. I enjoy when people laugh at me, even if it's only to humour me.
Favourite Melissa quote re: gym class: "[Almeda] makes a fantastic Anna Kournikova. it's sheer brilliance."
And I shall finish off with a little anecdote from art club.
The scene: Three preppy sophomores sitting in the art room, drawing Absolut bottles.
Sophomore 1: Chelsea, you are like so spoiled.
Sophomore 2: No, I'm not.
Sophomore 1: Yes, you are. Your parents buy like everything for you.
Sophomore 2: No. They won't even let me ride the train.
Sophomore 1: Well, mine won't either.
*Sophomore 2 explains how she owes her mother $37 for something and how her parents don't spoil her: they only pay for her clothes and shoes and stuff*
Sophomore 1: Well, how much money did you get for back-to-school shopping?
Sophomore 2: Like $400.
Sophomore 1: Oh, I got $1000 this year.
Me: *jaw drop*
That is a lot of money, right? That's not just me? I can't imagine my parents giving me a thousand dollars for school clothes. I've probably spent less than a thousand dollars on clothes throughout my entire high school career.
And then later Sophomore 3 was going on about how she's sick of all the drama, blah blah blah, after Sophomore 1 asked her about some piece of gossip. It was so preciously Dawson's Creek.
Photographic companion to pseudo-cam pic.
Is school over yet? I'm ready to go to college now.
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October 14, 2004
Am v. bad faghag
Missed six year anniversary of Matthew Shepard's murder [October 12, 1998].
Violence = bad. Hate = bad. Love = good.
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Don't act like you don't care about my grades
1) ENG IV H/AP-0140-31 100.00
2) AMST II AP-0240-21 85.33
3) AP AMER GOVT/POLTICS-0250-41 86.09
4) CALC AP BC-0360-11 102.00
5) PHYSICS AP-0440-61 94.22
6) PE-0515-71 100.00
7) HEALTH ED-0560-51 98.13
8) GER V H/AP-0630-81 94.22
I got an 80 on the math test I took this morning [not bad considering I didn't do any of the homework/pay much attention in class], and the lovely thing is, I still have an average of 102. In other cheerful news, my Am studz teacher finally put more grades in, so I'll have a B rather than a C on the interim report, which gives the spirits a little boost. Now if only he'd finish grading the tests we took last Thursday. . .
Wednesday was spent sleeping in, driving [on streets with real traffic and through orange cones where road work was being done! :O], eating delicioso food at Baja Fresh, buying pink hair dye, watching Mean Girls, and a host of other things not involving attending school. *hand clutch*
The fourth episode of Lost, for example, aired last evening. Dom is my one true love, I swear. [Current desktop. Him combined with the iBook is almost too much sexiness to handle. Don't you just want to take him, buffalo and all, right there?]
And my second true love is the con who shares my name because she's all like, "I'M VEGETARIAN!" and I'm like "OMG, NO WAY, ME TOO. SOULMATES." And if you want to know what happened in the rest of the episode, read this because it is teh funny. [Credit to MB for passing it my way.]
After Lost was the last presidential debate, in which nothing new and exciting was revealed, except that watching it with my mother is kind of like watching Rocky Horror because she yells "asshole" whenever Bush says anything.
Favourite questions:
Is homosexuality a choice?
Bush: EVADE!
Kerry: Dick Cheney's daughter is a lesbian
Lynne Cheney: OMG SHUT UP ABOUT MY DAUGHTER.
I didn't even register the comment as potentially offensive when I was watching the debate last night, but apparently bringing up Mary Cheney is a Low Blow. Whatevz. I don't see how it's any different than all those other testimonials. "Missy Johnson WHOSE HUSBAND GOT KILLED IN IRAQ and I laughed and cried together."
Nor did he even say anything insulting. Maybe if Kerry was like, "OMG MARY CHENEY'S A FAT DYKE, DON'T VOTE FOR BUSH," I could understand being upset, but he was just like, "WHY DON'T YOU ASK MARY CHENEY IF SHE CHOSE TO BE GAY, SUCKAZ!"
Do you want to overturn Roe V. Wade?
Bush: I took high school chemistry, so I know scientific terms like LITMUS TEST!
Kerry: I'm not going to appoint a judge who would undo a constitutional right.
Bush: HA! See? He has standards for appointing judges. Just like he has standards for deciding when to go to war! And that's wrong!
Strong women?
Bush: Laura speaks better English than I do.
Kerry: Yay women. PS: Integrity.
So yeah, that was the debate.
Tod was a "half day," although they really mean "0.75 day", since we had to suffer through periods 1 - 6. But it's Friday tom, so I suppose I'll survive. Though I have to take a stupid test Saturday morning and do the AIDS Walk Sunday, which basically destr0ys my weekend. Hurrah for no free time.
But no one likes to hear other people complain [misery loves company is a total crock. just so you know, when I'm stressed, I don't need to hear other people's shite], so I'll quit my whinging.
HAPPY BUNNY LOVE PEACE FLOWERS SUNSHINE! <3
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October 11, 2004
Das Wochenende
Since I know you all are wasting away from lack of posts, I'm giving you two in a row. Of course, I know you all will be completely overwhelmed by the surfeit of bloggage and not comment at all, but I've grown accustomed to your perverse ways and shall simply deal with it.
Freitag
I. Chinese food. =9
II. Lost. =9 Favourite Dom!quote: "Give [Almeda] the gun." Loff my namesake. Total badass [spoiler!] convict. >D
III. Debate. I think I must have been watching a different debate than other people, or maybe my friends were talking during all the bits when Bush revealed himself to be a compassionate, thoughtful person, but it seemed to me that Bush came off as a total asshole. Not that I claim to be fair and balanced, but I was definitely getting rude, obnoxious jerk vibes. Watching the audience was fun, though.
Samstag
I. Made recycling posters for ecology club. "Not recycling paper is toxic for the environment" [endorsed by Britney Spears] and "Not recycling paper kills trees" [endorsed by tree-hugging elven Orlando Bloom].
II. Went thrifting. $1 glamourous black sunglasses, $1 pink-framed glasses with the wrong prescription, $4 pink skirt, $0.50 Ella Fitzgerald tape, $2 pink cutesy-Korean-bunny folder [all 20% off for a total of ~$7].
III. Bleached hair with Herbal Essences extra lightening crap. Am so blonde now. Had extensive dream about what colour to dye my hair afterward.
IV. Wimbledon. Oh, Paul Bettany, you are teh cutest. Saw it at big cineplex and whilst waiting for KT's mater to pick us up afterward were surrounded by hoards of preteens being all preteeny. Wrote original lyrics pertaining to situation.
Sonntag
I. Spent veintidós días walking to train station in heat & uncomfortable shoes. But made up for it by looking total glamour puss. Blonde + sunglasses + short skirt + boots = teh sex. Nevermind the glistening effect of the exercise/warm weather.
II. Family brunch. Enjoyable time.
III. I hrt Huckabees. Best. evar. First of all, Jude Law is beautiful. Second of all, it made me laugh y laugh. Third of all, the save the earth theme r0x0red me so hard. Fourth of all, uber!Xian family + Sudan refugee + Mark Wahlberg and Jason Schwartzman = favourite scene to the max.
Montag
I. Tennis in gym class. I pretended to be Anna Kournikova, which involved sticking my boobs out, making orgasmic sounds whenever I hit the ball, and talking about how I didn't want to get too sweaty because I had an underwear modelling photo shoot afterward. My chums Merliffa and Lin were Serena Williams and Andre Agassi, respectively. Oh, yes, how we rocked the tennis courts.
II. My daddy helped me bend a fork into a bracelet. Am such a trendy, artsy person. ^.~ I wanted to make the twines into spirals, but I wasn't strong enough with the pliers.
III. So even though today started out total shite, I'll survive. After all, thanks to senior give back day, tomorrow is essentially Friday. And that is an encouraging thought.
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October 8, 2004
Tidbits I've been collecting to blog
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.
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October 5, 2004
Here's how I can tell I'm a senior:
1) ENG IV H/AP-0140-31 100.00
2) AMST II AP-0240-21 75.56
3) AP AMER GOVT/POLTICS-0250-41 82.20
4) CALC AP BC-0360-11 124.75
5) PHYSICS AP-0440-61 96.37
6) PE-0515-71 0.00
7) HEALTH ED-0560-51 100.00
8) GER V H/AP-0630-81 90.92
Either that, or a really bad 'Murkan. Of course, I took a physics and English test tod, so those grades will probably be different on the morn, and we've an Am studs test Thurs. Ah, grades. So fluctuating, so fickle.
School is t. passé. I really need to get on my college apps.
At the moment it looks like this:
1. MIT
2. Stanford
2. UC Berkeley
2. Harvard
3. UPenn
3. RPI
Though if I get Bs and Cs I won't get into any colleges and I'll have to live in a refrigerator box on the streets of Philly.
So, yeah. Nothing of interest happened in school tod [as per usual].
After school: PoFo meeting. Was r. impressed that two people I'd never seen before showed up, esp. as our ad campaign consisted merely of a single morning announcement [which no one listens to, anyway] and some posters posted about the school at approx. 7:30 AM. We'll get more gungho about it before next week, and hopefully we'll be overwhelmed by prospective members.
VeePee debate ton. Should be exciting. Such contrast between the two men. I.e., Cheney teetering-on-brink-of-death, evil; Edwards youthful, charming.
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October 4, 2004
P to the izz O, F to the izz O
I bought bleach [Herbal Essences, X2] on sale yst [obv. the three-letter abbreviation for 'yesterday']. Plan to redye hair this weekend. Unless become really attached to blonde, in which case may stay that way a while before going back to pink.
School is a capital-dee Drag. Worked on turtle bowl in art club after school. Ricky Ryan [aka Double R aka Matt D] is absolutely adorable. He makes me laugh.
Oh, and Sage has his moments too. ;P
Have to do craploads of physics homework tonight, as haven't been doing the individual assignments on a nightly basis and it's due tom. Death!
Wednesday evening is Stanford information session in Philly, so will have to forgo Lost. Some people seem to think college is more imp. than Dominic Monaghan [some people were also savaged by rabid wombats as infants and now suffer brain damage, but it happens]. However, KT will be taping it, so we'll watch it this weekend [sans commercials, muaha!].
The first meeting of Political Forum [previously known as ACLU, affectionately known as PoFo] is tom. You will of course be attending [ISS room ~2:45] or else.
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October 2, 2004
First Friday
Roamed art galleries of Old City last night with mah friends last night. Q. fun. Lots of hipsters.
There was one giant red canvas with "el instituto del matrimonio" and a straightjacket on it, which I found amusing. My favourite piece of art was a chair leg type thing where the negative space on either side were the profiles of Kerry and Bush. Difficult to explain, but v. cool.
When all the art galleries began to close we went to Chinatown in search of ice cream. I never got my ice cream, but we did visit this foodmart with the most adorable tiniest black cat evar. I fell in love.
Tod I participated in Philadelphia Cares Day, which involved giving all the outside doors of a Philadelphia middle school a new paint job, picking up trash, and carrying lots of boxes of books upstairs. We ate lunch in the cafeteria, which had tables with attached seats that rotated out from under the table. I thought they were the coolest thing evar. But only conceptually. As actual seats, they weren't the best.
And Sienna and I had so much fun playing with our matching cameraphones [Sony Ericsson T610, represent!]. Laughter squared.
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October 1, 2004
Dressed like an 80s reject tod
Leggings, legwarmers, Chucks. >D
And just to prove that I'm not being a total slacker academically, my AP calc average is 124.75. Sexy or what?
Kerry v. Bush last night. I'm sure I don't have anything mindblowingly profound to say on that topic. I'll keep it to two things:
1. Is anyone else infuriated by that smirk Bush has? His facial demeanour always seems to match that of someone telling a really funny joke rather than that of someone arguing people are dying for a noble cause.
2. Bush: But the enemy attacked us.
Me: Right, so we invaded Iraq?
Kerry: Saddam Hussein didn't attack us. Osama bin Laden attacked us. Al Qaida attacked us.
Me: I love you.
[Sidenote: to those in my English class, did or did not our learned teacher say, "There's a 25 million dollar reward for Osama bin Laden. How much money do you think the average Iraqi makes? Someone has to know where he is, but they're not turning him in."? I swear it happened.]
This [ganked from her] is mad funny.
And now I'm outtiez.
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