After giving away the dog, known in some undercircles as the devil incarnate, my sister is now hooting about getting two cats. I, having collapsed onto the sofa after completeing the Herculean task of cleaning the kitchen that had been swallowed into the eighth circle of hell, merely gasped weakily before surrendering to darkness.

I believe we should get some semblance of proper living back before we plunge into the horrific endeavor of two more small animals. I don't exactly relish the idea of a pair of mewling balls of destruction clawing their way up my spine and planting themselves firmly in my hair.

I would rather enjoy heaving myself out the Industrial revolution of which we had been living and back to the twenty first century.

You can't blame me, can you?

I thought not.

I saw 'Old School' tonight. It was hilarious!

When the guy got the tranquilizer dart in his neck and everything was in slow motion......

Hahahaha.

I think I kind of freaked my mom out today.

We were discussing how relieved we were not to have the dog, and I said, "There IS balm in Gilead!"

I was, of course, referring to 'The Raven' by Edgar Allen Poe, where the narrator is asking the raven if there is release from his sorrow -

On this home by horror haunted–tell me truly, I implore-
Is there–is there balm in Gilead?–tell me–tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

And you would think she, of all people, the Yale philosophy major of all things, would understand my rediculous and obscure literary refrences!

Instead she just kind of looked at me, and I think you could hear a lone cricket chirping in the background.

I'm turning into an 89 year old English professor at the age of sixteen.

Someone, please stop my wild ways.

Well, well, well.

Well.

The conscientous observer would have realized that I have not posted anything for the entire duration of the week. So, in order to catch up, here has been my back-to-school experience, excitably listed for your reading pleasure :

Monday : Back to school hell, of course. And no one quite appreciated my 'this is not a t-shirt' t-shirt in french! I cried. But classes ok. Not bad, really. Hmm.

Tuesday : Umm...grr. A.P. American course scares me. English sucks because of sub. Just boring.

Boring.

Boring.

Wednesday-Friday : Boring.

Friday Night : Wedding dress fiasco at Bloomingdale's, had to find SOMETHING that was not hideous and $432.00 to wear to wedding of my cousin someone. Everything turned out well in the end, though. Hooray!

Saturday : Beach and Carrie's party!!! Was fun! Already ate dinner but STILL had food at party. I am very bad. Hehe.

Sunday (now) : so far have watched first season of Angel on DVD and have not yet eaten beautiful bagel because do not want to encounter mess dag has made.

Alas.

School starts in ::checks watch:: nine hours and fourty minutes!


AHHHHHHHHHH!

nooooooooooo!

DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, I told Ryan I liked him, and he thought we would be better if we were just friends.

And you know what?

It's really ok.

I'm really ok.

It's a good feeling.

Dinner at Dan Marino's tonight.

Bought three new lovely back-to-school shirts from Armani. One is a wine/burgundy color with long sleeves that are bare at the shoulders and have spaghetti straps by the collarbone, very reminiscent of 'Flashdance' but in a cool way, one is black with this silver, blue, and white writing on it that says "Armani Exchange", and the last is white with three spindly stalks of grey flowers, minimalist but very feng-shui.

I love them with my heart and soul.

And we were in Publix buying orange juice for the morning, and the checkout lady was saying how she thought I should be a model (!!). It was a preposterous idea, but it made my night and had me floating on a cloud for the remainder of the evening.

It has been a lovely day.

Goodnight.

For real, this time.

No, I said goodnight.

Ok. Goodnight.

I'm going to be REALLY tired in the morning.

I know I am.

Really.

I really, really should.

I am tired.

I should go to bed.

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Cool.

School Monday.

Blah.

Very blah.

I am in a state of constant denial.

Or of quiet acceptance, I can't tell which.

Either way, there is no-looking-forward-to.

At all.

Blah again.

Had friends over for hours today.

Was oodles of fun. After pizza I spied my dad watching "Cats" and I totally lost it. I started hooting and crying in laughter and pointed at the screen as I lay on the floor.

And this was AFTER I put on a bandanna and hung pipe-cleaners from my ear and claimed I was a gypsy.

Victorian Era


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YEAH!! Why can't marriages be ARRANGED anymore? Why do we have to DATE and DATE and DATE and make FOOLS of ourselves? Why can't we all just live in a pretty house and look pretty and be rich and sip tea and eat crumpets and be NICE to one another and COURTEOUS and guys be CHIVALROUS and be pretty, and nice, and polite?


WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????

Fa la la la la.

Hungry.

Your a stick person. Your just like everyone else,
except with better hair.


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Words cannot describe.

Do you know how sometimes you look in your closet and think, "Wow, these things are hideous! I shall never wear any of them! I am better off giving some to the poor."

And you feel lovely and charitable and happily pack the things away and bestow them upon the unfortunate of society?

And THEN you come home and realize all your clothes are gone and school is four days away and you've just gotten rid of half your things?

And then you scream and faint?




THAT is what occured yesterday.

I don't know exactly what I am now going to do. I suppose try to dig up the dregs of my money and buy some things this weekend, but how, I know not.

But I cry.

I cry, I cry, I cry.

But why is the rum gone?

Cheetah Girls.

CHEETAH GIRLS.

CHEETAH GIRLS AND THE DISNEY CHANNEL ARE MY ETERNAL ENEMIES.

Even Stevens too.

Yeah, you heard me.

You all can HAVE YOU THUMB BURNED ON A HOT STOVE!

BWAHA!

WHY have I not recieved my homeroom for school yet?

They are RUTHLESSLY toying with my emotions!

I am going crazy.

And I really like wearing boots.

They make me feel badass.

Why did I say that?

Because I could.

Because it is my blog.

AND YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT!!!!

HAHAHA!!

HAHA!

HA!

Have I mentioned I know absolutely nothing about html?

Well now I have.

Haha.

Nooooo!

School beckons me with the twisted arm of fate!

It is terrible, terrible I say!

I do not want school eggs and ham, I do not want them Sam I am!

I cry. In the darkness. With the rain.

I know! Will re-read Hamlet.

I identify with Hamlet.

If my mother married my father's brother who murdered my father, and I slowly went insane and we all died of poison at the end.

And if I had a friend named Horatio.

Which I don't.

But we both had parental issues.

So there.

Why did I just post that.

I have no idea.

Painted nails or not?: painted!


Cute n' mysterious or wild?: mysterious. and cute. and mysterious.


Dressy or casual?: dressy


Dark or light hair?: light


Long or short hair?: long


Dark or light eyes?: light


Long or short nails?: short. long nails are......interesting.


Hat or no hat?: ooo hat! LOVE hats!


Good or bad ?: in....between....


Curvy or stick-like?: curvy. not fat. but no stick.


Hair up or down?: down. oh yes, down.


Jewelry or none?: jewlery! i love it.


Tall or short? : tall. very tall.


Bra or sports bra?: umm....just regular bra.....I guess.


Regular underwear or thong?: regular. no thong. eww.


Curly or straight hair?: curlyyyy!


Pants or dress?: pants, pants.


Tan or fair?: fair.


Freckles or none?: none


Pretty indoor chick or party chick?: pretty indoor chick. definetly.


Accent or Canadian?: umm....american? though I can do a kickass british one! hehe.


Shy or outgoing?: outgoing baybay!

It is raining!

Thundering, but only light and misty for now. It'll get heavier.

I love the rain.

It is so pretty.

Which Kid's TV Character are You?Find out!


Pooh!

What's Your Personality?Find out!


Yey and hooray! I believe I am addicted and cannot stop.

Oh well.

Which Flower Are You?Find out!



Which is cool.

Dear Ms. Kidman.

Lenny KRAVITZ??????????????????

affectionately yours,
A disgruntled fan

Must help sister try on uniforms now at dad's house so anon we can commence shopping for her with grandmother.

Love, because can quietly gloat how fat she has gotten while I have remained same. I Know that sounds absolutely dreadful but, keep in mind, smaller sister would do same to me and has, in the past.

Ah well.

Le Amore.

Back to school shopping.

Always beautiful.

Always interesting.

And always dangerous.

Trolloped over to BCBG yesterday to sniffle out the aformentioned blue silk ruffly shirt that mother NOW agreed upon paying half for. Upon arrival discovered hideous eighty year old woman was trying it on!

No! No! I cried.

Hideous eighty year old woman did not know if wanted the shirt. Was already buying a stack of clothing that crawled towards the sky. My eyes melting, I bade the shop ladies to keep me updated on the situation of the ruffly.

I anxiously waited.

Anxiously.

Hideous eighty year old woman bought the shirt!

Right in front of my eyes!

I sobbed.

But there is always a silver lining.

I did buy a clingy white shirt that reads 'this is not a t-shirt' t-shirt in french on the front in curly black cursive letters, with BCBG on the back.

Is v. sexy v. classy and I love it and am wearing it first day back.

Hooray!

I have a craving for mini oreo cookies.

Just thought I should share that.

Seer


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Hooray! I love it.

Ooooo! Yesterday was lovely.

Went to buy school uniforms for smaller sister, which is always interesting as Apocolypse Now Mom's are always twittering around and yelling/slapping at their hordes of swarming children as they clog the aisles. Sister had 'outgrown' (code word for gotten-too-fat-for) all of her other uniforms, so that meant a bonafide uniform shopping bonanza.

Which was interesting.

Then gallavanted over to see Freaky Friday at The Falls. Was cute. However, there were some extremely creepy scenes where this 18 year old that was the teenager's love interest was actually attracted to the mom, which was, in fact, the teenager as she was in her mom's body, but asthetically it made me say 'eww' in a loud voice.

And none of that sentence really made sense.

Oh well.

Went to have a chinese feast at the beautiful restaurant nearby, extremely crowded, but we ate outside on the terrace. Was fun.

Then galumphed to BCBG and tried on masses and masses of clothes. I absolutely fell in love with a pale blue ruffly shirt that looked like something Buffy would wear with the doomed love only star-crossed lovers share.

Alas, it was $60.00. (originally $148.00). I asked my mother, with pleading, watery eyes, if she was moved enough by its sparkling beauty to pay half. With a cruel toss of her head, she announced no.

No! no! I cried in the dressing room. But why, oh heartless wench? I vociferously sobbed.

I then saw a black shirt with delicate netting around the chest and on the arms, which was less and I happily, cheerily purchased.

But my heart shall always belong to the ruffly.

We proceeded to Coach, which is always lovely, Banana Republic which, even though the size 6 jeans didn't fit, my mother had to try on twice, to Pottery Barn (purchased a plum colored pillow), and to Illuminations where I bought a leafy candle holder that accents the leafy tones in my room perfectly. Then to the Lindhalt chocolate shop to buy thank-you chocolates for the neighbor who let us borrow her collar and leash after Sasha killed hers.

Went home, and saw Pride and Prejudice!

MR. DARCY!!!

How I love.

And some of Pretty Woman.

And Trading spaces!!!!! LOVE TRADING SPACES!!

Then bed time.

Hooray!

I have done the impossible!

I have cleaned my room!

*trumpets ring*

It is amazing. I have found things that I didn't even know I had anymore. Yippee!

You are Once More With Feeling!


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I do break into song without warning.

Then everyone tells me to shut up.

But who cares?

I sing!

Rest In Peace...


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That's me. Loves bitch. Hehe.

Cannot find black strapless bra to wear under new blue flowery tank top.

That may be because my carpet is covered in clothes, but shhh.

I really should get that Colgate simply white stuff.

Not because my teeth are disgustingly yellow (I've already had them whitened by a dentist, so there, ha!) but just for a touch up before school begins.

So my smile will be Tom Cruise white.

Not that I want to smile like a man.

Sleepy........

Bed time.

ZzZzZzZzZz.

Ha! Threw nachos out!

Sister left nachos in room.

It smells.

Bad.

Really should go throw nachos out.

Why do all women base their happiness upon whether they can get a man or not?

Who cares?

To hell with them , I say! I am strong, I am independent, I am -

Oh, screw this. I am lonely. ::sniff::

I want a boyfriend.

Come, guys! Ready, available, decent girl over here!!

::crickets chirp::

..........

..........

Anyone?

ANYONE?

Sadness.

That is all I feel.

Now go away.

I am depressed.

Inside my little brain, it is misty, foggy, and raining.

Hard.

My room is a mess.

A mess, a mess, a mess.

I really should clean it up.

But I don't want to.

So there.

I'm not thinking about school.

Went to the Country Club yesterday with friends.

Hehe.

Was fun.

Played Ping Pong and drank very sugary drinks.

Lots of fun as Ping Pong ball did not exactly stay on the table, but bounced randomely around the room and we hit it with our paddles in manner of tenis.

Sugary.

Good.

Beautiful Life.

School in two weeks.

No.

Must not think about school.

Why can't I find "My Fair Lady" on DVD anywhere?

Seriously.

No one wants "My Fair Lady" on DVD!

Or.

It seems someone DOES, as Best Buy was out of stock.

Hmph.

Ah. contact lens clouded.

I hate it when it does that.

Ergh.

Bought the first season of "Will & Grace" on DVD yesterday, along with a special edition of "Casablanca"!

Hooray!

I am so happy!

Sasha (the dog) now is beginning to understand the concept of food bowls, and is nearly housetrained. Ah, how lovely. Life is beautiful.

"You had me at hello."

Ah, Jerry Maguire.

I am crazy.

Ignore me.

It is for your own good.

And I cryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy


In the raaaaaiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn

All alooonnneeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

In

the

raaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn

elf- you can live forever. you are a lively little
person. you have no real magic powers but you
can still fight pretty well.


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I BE AN ELF!!!

::passes out::

Yup! Vampires are definatley your cup of tea! Like
Anne Rice's work? Of course you do! Don't you
wish, though, that you could share the thrills
and chills of Lestat and Louis? Contact me if
you'd like to chatt!


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I love vampires!

Grrr.

You are Guenevere the queen of Camelot and King
Arthur's wife. Guenevere was best known for
falling in love with her husband's best friend,
Lancelot, and having an affair with him.


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Yey!

And I drink tea with milk.

Got a problem with that, punk?

I love tea.

With milk.

And all my friends laugh, as they do not drink tea with milk.

I explain it is the British way, but they do not care.

I am British! I say.

But they laugh.

They laugh, they laugh, they laugh.

But I cry.

lOOk dOwn.

The enitrety of my Other pOsts are in italics.

Hmm.

Interesting.

Indeed.

I am weird. : )

Hahaha.










I'm not Indian.







But the quiz says I am.





Hahaha.

You are proud to be Indian, but you are even. Two
thumbs up!


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AND I'M NOT EVEN INDIAN!!!!

*is confused*

Your creativty and craftsmenship doesn't come from
nowhere. You used to be an artisan in your past
life, painting murals, sculpting statues, and
crafting wood for more noble people.


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That is so cool. I love it, as I love everyone and everything now.

I love everything!

: )

: )

I took the fruity fruit quiz

made by rav-chan

Check out which fruit you are

I love peaches! : )

"You must remember this, a kiss is still a
kiss". Your romance is Casablanca. A
classic story of love in trying times, chock
full of both cynicism and hope. You obviously
believe in true love, but you're also
constantly aware of practicality and societal
expectations. That's not always fun, but at
least it's realistic. Try not to let the Nazis
get you down too much.


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I LOVE CASABLANCA!!!!

As everyone knows, my parent's marriage didn't exactly resemble 'Cinderella'. In fact, I'd say it was more like 'The Exorcist'.

But now (Thank God) they are finalizing their divorce and, now, are having an epic argument again that resembles the fight between the Emperor and Maximus in the colloseum at the end of 'Gladiator.'

And that was three movie refrences in three sentences.

So, I have written a little ditty about my thoughts and feelings, which is completely strange. But, here it is anyway, mainly because I saved it in a temporary user profile on my computer that I know I'll never be able to access again.

The Dance


Ah, Le Divorce.

All just music.

A tango, if you will. Of values, selfishness, and bad decisions. Deadly, angry, passionate, and bitter.

Of words (steps) that are said (danced) that no one really means or cares about. It's a battle (a spin) of denial and suspicions (a leap) of yells and silly shouts (a twirl) of what is in the past.

How rediculous (a step backwards) that people who are supposed to be mature (another) who flaunt fancy words and meanings (again) and revert back to the children (a trip) they once were.

As they pretend to be victims (grabbing hands) of bad decisions (a dip) that control them even though it's already over (a fall).

But even though its doesn't matter (a split) they still keep fighting (another spin) and will never let go because of pettyness and jealousy.

And the sadness of it all (a step away) is that they will never know how painful the dance is to watch.

(a bow.)

The internet has been taken over by pre-teens wearing sparkly lipgloss with flavors like 'Cotton Candy' and 'Fruity Fun'.

It has been contaminated by 'Dollz Makers' and websites with information about the next Britney Spears concert and gossip about *NSYNC.

And worst of all, they are riddled with words like 'kewl' and 'mallz'.


Oh, kill my now.

Rain!

Smelly puppy needs a bath. And a breath mint wouldn't kill her, either.

She came up and pushed her giant nose in my face, and I recoiled as if struck with a large, blunt object.

As I am a lisenced Breatherinarien ( A doctor who specilizes in the dramatic and rewarding field of stinky mouths) I can undoubtedly pronounce her a sufferer of Old Grandpa Breath.

Tragic, really.

As I am sickly, or, perhaps, just lazy and milking the last twilight days before summer dies, I have spent the entirety of my day gracefully reclined while watching Buffy and eating a Turkey Sandwhich.

Unfortunately, it is fast approaching 5:00 and, as I am still in my Red Bowtie Pajamas, I feel it is time to dash to nearest phone booth and turn into Shower Girl, ready to save the world from all that is evil and soapy.

Have you noticed how all movie announcers all sound the same?

Where do they get these people?

Are they grown on farms?

In manner of chickens?

Or cows?

Or, perhaps, geese?

I have beeen reading 'Pride and Prejudice' and so far the book is as such :

Mr. Darcy : Why Elizabeth, going off to another party? What a drab thing. I can see why it would entertain women. Such frivolities are all you ever think about.

Everyone Else : Oh Mr.Dacry, you're so rude!

*All the women run off giggling madly as Elizabeth tries to pretend that she's not interested*

Perhaps the book shall improve. Perhaps I am just off my, how you say, rocker.

Perhaps.

And perhaps, in about thirty seconds, a raving whorde of Jane Austen fans will pluck out my eye balls and scream that they have finally killed another 'possible threat'.

Again, perhaps.

Perhaps.

Trading Spaces be on!

Hee.

I be liking Trading Spaces.

'And you have people. Billions of people running around like Happy Meals with legs.'

Don't mind me. I be crazy!

*Innocent whistling*

These posts are becoming extremely pathetic.


I must be going mad.


In manner of Ophelia.


Do not think I will drown myself, though.

Hah! Have re-set my clock!

I have to re-set my clock.

Bah.

Check this out, guys!

I am so bored, I'm searching for whimsical pictures to use as a desktop.

Yeah, its pathetic.

I know.

Why am I not gracefully reclined amongst the pale green and white cradles of my bed viewing Buffy, you ask?

Because that would force me to crawl downstairs, choose a season, and then slothfully make my way back to my room.

Wich is way too much work, of course.

Bored.

School in fifteen days.

No!

Was only reminded of this fact as I had to buy school supplies.

No!

Just want to sit at home and watch Buffy.

Why God, why?

: (

A German Shepherd puppy is the biggest handful to take care of in the world!

Argh.

Sasha doesn't quite understand that the purpose of a food and water dish is to actually hold the food and water. Instead, she somehow has surmised that it is a large toy to be picked up in her mouth and violently shaken so that the contents spill all over the kitchen.

Moreover, she doesn't exactly grasp the abstract concept of stairs. Stairs are made to reach an elevated area, such as the livingroom or the doorstep. Without stairs, you would be stuck on the entrance step forever. She doesn't seem to mind that, though. She could happily spend her whole life on the entrance step, safe from the evil stairs.

I, however, can not. Which leads to me tugging her up or down the stairs to get inside or outside.

She also can not be left alone. You leave the room, she howls.

Howls, howls, howls.

Then.

The Thing happened.

I was leaving yesterday, after having exhaustively cleaned up all of the 'accidents' on the kitchen floor, wiped up the spilled water and sodden puppy chow, and put down fresh newspapers. There is a rather unstable gate that seperates the vortex of puppy terror (Sasha) from rampaging unrestrained about the house.

I carefully, carefully put it back in place, making sure it was secure, and, even, calling over my sister to verify. The verification made, I walked a mile back to dad's and sprawled, exhausted, on the sofa to watch reruns of 'Buffy'.

A call. Two hours later. The dog had escaped. Escaped, chewed up all of our clothes in the wash room, ran amok throughout the house, and left a sprawling trail of diarreah on the rug.

My mother was furious.

No, furious does not amply describe the emotion. She was head-spinningly, projectile green-vomiting, stabbing herself with a crucifix exorcist-style being possesed by a demon blood-chillingly angry.

I told her, calmly, that I had checked the gate. The gate. Was. Secure.

Alas, my words fell on deaf ears.

Or, ears so blinded by her incredible 'The Shining' like insanity that she didn't listen.

Oh man, am I in trouble.

Which of Henry VIII's wives are you?

this quiz was made by the lycanthropes at Spookbot

Anna of Cleves got the royal shaft. She came all the way to England to become the fourth wife of Henry VIII. Once married to Anna, he refused to consummate the marriage, and called her the "Flanders Mare". Talk about a burn, considering that by this time, Henry was the fattest man in England and had a rotting syphilis sore on his leg.

Anna was miffed, but she was too sensible to let it ruin her fun. She was given an annulment and a fat yearly allowance, and she threw extravagant parties and dined on delicacies for the rest of her life.


Hahaha! That kicks ass! So cool! By pure luck, I am queen, don't have to sleep with the guy, and have enough money to live my life with all the Versace dresses and Tiffany's diamonds that I want!

And I was loving and sensible.

And English.

Hehe.

I have to write about my dream last night.

It was so......surreal.....that words can't aptly describe it. Even "surreal" isn't appropriate.

I was in Hermione's room. We were being chased by something, or someone. Hunted. She said that we could escape, and there was a large, intricately wrought iron gate in place of a door. Behind it was a beautiful, wide shadowy green pathway. There were small, white flowers that bloomed along the sides, and the grass and vines, so darkly green, that it seemed not of this world. An old woman crossed the pathway.

Then I was in a beautiful garden, dappled with sunlight, grass so green and so incredibly beautiful that it was almost painful. There were large trees, and my arm was hit by a patch of light. I expected to burst into flame, but instead it was pale in the sunlight, and I fell into a patch of wildflowers and the sun was so warm that it was the most beautiful, wonderful feeling.

In my dream I hadn't felt the sun for 200 years.

I can't describe the awesome feeling of the sunlight on my body, or the other worldly beauty of the garden. It was definetly not of this earth.

I saw signposts in the garden next to a quiet road where a solitary red car went by, with a low fence on its sides. On it where directions to a zoo in an almost identical beautiful, shady field on the other side of the road. On the signs it said that in the zoo there were animals that had been extinct for 2,000 years.

In my head I suddenly knew the name of the place - Pandora's Box.

My friends appeared next to me. Tina pointed to the right and said she wanted to see the dolphins. We all went, and we found ourselves in an amusement park. All the rides were free, and there were families that were riding the rides, all laughing and having a good time. We went on the rollar coaster, and it was a little boring, and to get off you had to jump into a net and crawl through a whole on the side. I realized they were kidnapping people who did, and I crawled up to the top, which was like crawling up through a throat, to save them.

A woman saw me, and knew what I was doing, and started the ride. I fell all around the interior as the room shook.

And then I woke up.

But the garden.......it wasn't the most articulate of my entries because there's simply no words. It was a beauty, and the feeling of the sunlight, that cannot be seen or felt in this earth or in this......realm, I guess.

It was incredible.

High Maintenance.


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HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!

I had a good day today!

I was forced to arise at six thirty (Ahh!) wherein I stumbled blindly into the bathroom and splashed water on my face in a fruitless attempt to awaken myself. I then peeled off what were my pink strawberry pajamas but, tragically, have turned a strange and sickening shade of blue-green in the wash, and leapt into the shower. I proceeded to clothe my body and slather on makeup. That accomplished, I left, with grandmother and sister in tow, once again into the foul depths of the Department of Motor Vehicles office.

The line, at 7:20 in the morning as the first shy rays of light were peeking over the horizon, and before the DMV actually opened, was so horrendous I reeled at the sight. The line was and, faithfully, with no exaggeration, over 100 people deep. I was number 130.

I tell no lies.

We stood in the heat (or I stood in the heat while my grandmother and sister frolicked around) for an hour and a half, and by this time, motionless and in direct sunlight, I was gasping and sweating as spots swum before my eyes. It was then my sister reappeared with a Sunkist, which was a breath of crisp air to a dieing man. I found strength to go on.

Inside was, predictably, another line, but at least blissfully in air conditioning. I told the gentemen (gentlemen, ha!) that I had previously waited five hours yesterday and that all my information was in the computer, and I merely had to retake twenty questions of the test and would joyously be on my way, but to no avail. I was assigned another number (30) and told to wait.

And so, I waited. While I waited I wisely commanded my grandmother to review all of the test questions in the back of the handbook with me. She nearly sobbed when she discovered there were 71, but I delicately pointed out that I desperately had to pass my test today or we would have to do this all over again.

She reviewed.

My number was called.

My heart pounding, palms slick with sweat, I made my way to the computerized testing machine. Hands shaking, I tepidly touched the enter button.

And I passed! Not only passed, got every single question correct. Ha!

I then shuffled, in a daze of overwhelming happiness, to have my picture taken. Of course it came out horrendously and I have two chins, but it matters not! I am a liscenced driver!

Hooray!

Hoping
Stroking
My hand
Holding

Breathing
Seething
My heart
Beating

Sounding
Hounding
The blood
Pounding

Finding
Sighing
Our eyes
Blinding

This was just great.

Just great.

Juuuuuust Great.

Yes, capitilized.

I have had The Worst Day of My Life.






Well, ok, maybe not the worst day, but pretty bad.

I went to the DMV to get my driver's liscence. When we got there, the mean DMV people denied all exhistence of our appointment as if I was an undercover spy seized by the enemy and they were the CIA. The sarcastic woman at the information counter said we would have to wait in line. She then pointed to an obscene stream of people that seemed to stretch endlessly on into night. We slowly filed to the very end (I think it was in Liberia where it finally stopped, though I can't remember for sure), and there I stood in the stifling heat for two hours as my sister gallavanted away happily. At around four o'clock the next day I was ushered into a whole new line inside. There I stood for another hour until I made it up to the mean DMV man.

The mean DMV man gave me a number (21) and told me to sit and wait. I did. I ate a questionable chicken salad sub in a cheap plastic chair shoved against the wall amid the aroma of sweat from the billions of other people waiting.

I sat, and with no exaggeration, for three hours.

Number 21 was called as the sun turned black and collapsed into itself 400 trillion years in the future. I then, surprise surprise, stood in a whole other line. In the end I was talking to the exact same woman who had denied our appointment six hours ago. Said woman would under no circumstances allow me to take the test without my social security number. I had to frantically call my mother and father while they were at work, and, after fruitless minutes of no success, I triumphantly gave it to the sarcastic woman.

I then failed my test by one question.

The irony was shocking.

After that, my father's girlfriend came over who is only four years older than me (How disgusting is that? She could be his daughter! She's not even of legal drinking age!) whom I dislike passionately.

I now have to re-take the teast tomorrow morning at 7:30.

Oh yeah, my day's been fun.

Wow guys!

I saw Casablanca for the first time today!

I loved it! I loved it with a fiery, unyeilding passion!

It was so beautiful! BEAUTIFUL, I SAY!

I think I am turning into a horrendous, shallow person.

Well, ok. Not horrendously shallow.

But I own jewlery from Tiffany's, guys! Perfume by Chanel! What is happening to my life?

Ergh.

I think I have become what I have most detested.

Like in the end of 'One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest'.

But I don't want to be smothered by an Indian.

Please.

Ok. Ok. I'm sorry. I got creepy there at the end of the last post. I have pulled myself together, and I am ready to continue the festivities of the day when EVERYONE MUST WORSHIP ME!

Sorry. Creepy again.

We went to see 'Johnny English'. That movie with Monsiuer Bean? That's right. You know it. Oh, don't pretend you have no idea what I'm talking about. It was very funny, but then again, I'm always an abnormally large fan of British comedy. Abnormally large. Like giant-squid-esque.

Then, we had a fantastic FANCY DINNER! Heaw! I LOVE fancy dinners! We went to The Charthouse, a heart-achingly beautiful place that is surrounded by glass walls that looks out on the ocean. It was boooootytyy liscious!

And so we sat by the ocean, looking at the dark water that lapped gently on the shore and saw the lights from street lamps that seemed the dip under the sea in sparkling columns and stretch endlessly across it at the same time. Soft flickers of lightning far away on the horizon illuminated the brave tutting motors of boats that lingered by the tiny pinpricks of light from expensive hotels on the keys in the distance. Downtown glittered like the front of a cheap postcard in overpriced tourist shops, and I bit my lip as the heavy sea air settled like mist. Watching the gold dance away into night, I reflected that the best and most beautiful things in life can never be bought, and that even the poorest man from the richest woman can find it so.

Not to say I didn't enjoy dinner.

Hehe.

May I ramble about my sixteenth birthday?

Why thank you! I bow graciously.

My smaller sister woke me up with an owl-like hoot outside my bedroom door as she galumphed around on the stairs and the house creaked alarmingly. At the tender hour of ten o'clock I oozed into the livingroom as I left a trail of slime behind me because I was moving at the speed of an eerily slow slug. My mother laughed and meerly gave me a bagel as I let out a delicate 'oomph'ing sound and fell onto the sofa. Then, after awaking myself sufficiently, I commanded my sister to entertain me as it was my birthday, and made her juggle balloons.

Haha.

I then proceeded to open my presents. I recieved a bootyful salmon pink shirt with sparklies around the collar from A&F, a white tank top, a knee length denim skirt from Rampage but with a slit so as not to see grandma-ish, a pair of oh-so-bootyful-I-could-cry black COACH SHOES that match my purse, MUCHO SEXY pair of dark jeans, and a blue tanktop with flowers on it from Rampage again.

Oh! Oh! Oh!

Before I go on, I must tell you what my friends got me! A sweet sixteen precious moments porcelin box from Mels who gave it to all of us on our sixteenth b-day so we would all have one plus a cute green stuffed mouse, a precious moments decorative plate-thingy from Tina that says 'May all your birthday's be a blessing', a panda bamboo plant from Tia which was very good because my other one had died, a lantern set from Andy PLUS a nail file that has a picture of a half-naked man on it and says 'MALE FILE' hehe and a sock that she wrote 'Happy Birthday' on it because we always give each other a joke gift, and a bootyful bath set from Karem.

Ok. Done.

Anyway.

Oh, now I must tell you what my FATHER got me! Hahaha! I'm NOT DONE! Hahahaha! He had gotten me a dozen pink roses (MY FAVORITE!) and had my presents gift-wrapped at Macy's!! HOOOO! I got oodles of stuff from Manhattan, and a SILVER HEART BRACELET FROM TIFFANY'S! Grrroww! And me grandmotha got me Chanel perfume, a pink purse from A&F that matches a pink striped shirt and skirt she also got me, while me pappa got me a Coach cell phone holder ma jiggy, two pairs of sexxxxy sexxy dark jeans, a pair of tan pants from A&F, a prettyful white shirt in manner of Buffy, a black surfer-looking shirt and an awesome Guess shirt. And I think some other stuff but I CANNOT REMEMBER!

BWAHAHA!

You are marshmallow peep! Smashy head please!!!
You stand alone as the most recognizible easter
candy. You're the envy of rice krispy treats
and the bane of those little suck ass cereal
marshmallows. Chocolate bunnies suck your
marshmallowy balls. YOU ROCK!!! Strap-on
accessory coming soon. SQUEEK!!!! *waits
patiently for peeps fun bus*


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heeee! I'm talking on the phone to Karem right now as it's past midnight and is, technically, my birthday, so she called to wish me a happy birthday! = ) hooray!

I saw 'American Wedding' with mi amigas tonight. It was extremely funny! The rediculous people at the movie theatre had some kind of conniption fit because we weren't seventeen. We finally got in, but I have to say this to everyone who works at the theatres : Don't you guys seriously have no life that not only do you have to work at 9:00 on a Friday night but you have to bug sixteen year old kids who just want to see one movie?

Just had to get that out there.

I'm kind of down about being sixteen with no car and no boyfriend. I can't get a car until my senior year, and since my closest friends that live right by me probably won't either, that means I'll (No!) be forced to take the bus AGAIN next year. Sure, a bunch of my other friends have cars, but they live too far away to drag me to and from school. I guess it's not so bad, though. I mean, things always happen for a reason, and maybe it's better this way so I can work more on school instead of partying so much like I did last year. (hehe.)

Sixteen sounds like such a cliched age to be (Sweet sixteen and never been kissed?) Happily this is not the case, thank goodness, or that would be extremely sad. More sadness than I can cope with.

So.

In order to cheer myself up, I will make a list of all of the things that are good about myself :

1. I can write pretty well.
2. I am reasonably intelligent. At least when it comes to history, English, and some philosophy. OOo, and psychology.
3. I have a good sense of humor.
4. I am articulate and usually a quick thinker on my feet
5. I have 'presence'. No, seriously, when I talk, the whole room sits up and listens, man.
6. I have friends that genuinely love me for who I am.
7. I have family that loves me unconditionally.
8. I act pretty well, too.
9. I also sing pretty well. : )
10. I am very quirky, and am loving and kind to animals. Greenpeace, guys!
11. I have very mature political opinions for my age, and am well-read on worldwide issues.
12. I have the heart of a romantic, but am not afraid to be outspoken and stand up for what is right.
13. I am a good leader and someone people can trust.
14. I am aware of the frivolities in life, but, contrary to the opinion of me you may have read on this page, I am a very deep person who can see the bigger picture.
15. I am loyal and strong.
16. I am extremely generous, almost to a fault, and will always help someone in need.
17. I am an understanding listener who can help friends with their problems and generally give wise advice.

And I could go on, but I'm getting tired. This list has made me feel much better.

I am a good person.

Great scott! No scotch! Be a good lad and fetch the bourbon!


Congratulations!! You're a smart sophisticated and
beautiful martini!!


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I be a martini guys! I like red wine, but a martini be cool. Very cool. Shaken, not stirred. : )

Results...: "intelligent: you are really smart and often get
rewarded for that fact. you're not one to speak
out too much and only your friends know the
funny person you really are. occasionally you
might get hassle for being yourself, but at the
end of the day you know better to just be
yourself and that's why the people around you,
love ya! you're a good friend and as loyal as
anything and would never dream of directing
those around you to do what you want, you're
creative, talented and smart. you're what most
people secretly envy!


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hahahahaha!!!!