princess_die

One With Nature

2004-12-04T02:09:11Z

We have a interesting projsct in English class: Go outside. Make up a place to sleep. Leave behind all electronics save a flashlight. You may have no human contact or external stimulus from 8pm to5am. Write a journal of your experiences. It's extra credit, but since my teacher says it will replace TWO quiz grades, I'm going to do it tonight. I'm sleeping outside, under my deck. It's supposted to get down into the thirties, we'll see if I remain outside the whole time. We are allowed to have books and pets, and I intend to take advantage of both. I'm reading an awesome book- it's like 800 pages of Python info. I'll report my experiences tomorrow.

What I Want For Christmas

2004-12-01T02:28:48Z

All I want for Christmas is two things. The first if for the holiday season to acually start during the holidays. This means, people, that we do not rush out right after finishing the turkey to start putting up lights. Instead, we WAIT! We untilize SELF CONTROL! No one really wants Christmas to last six weeks, but too many people rush out, even before December gets here and start putting up lights and singing carols and just generally spreading peace and love and goodwill around and by the week of Christmas you're so SICK of holiday spirit that all you want to do is shove some glass ornaments down the throat of the next person to say "Happy Hoildays!" And open the presents, of course. That's really what Christmas is all about, anyways, and anyone who still thinks it's about love and family should be shot, as they are a danger to the consinces of the rest of the materialistic people in America. Needless to say, anyone who beleives we celebrate Christmas because it's the birth of Jesus will be tortured for a long time and then shot. Dave Barry said it best, "Don't forget- you must buy thoughtfull gifts for all your loved ones or they will hate you."
The second thing I want for Christmas is something I know I will never get: time. I want to see time streaching in front of me for as far as I can see with nothing hanging over my head. No reports, no early morning wakeups, no crisies, no bills, no nothing. And it will never happen. There is always something waiting to tumble down on you. Even when you are rich and retired, have no fears for paying bills, no concrete problems ahead, you are still not safe from waiting for something bad to happen. Death looms eminent. I guess, since I can't have time, I want not to worry. I can't have that either. Oh, this is hopeless. The future will always be a dark tunnel of uncertainty, and there is no escape from it unil you are dead. Then there is nothing. I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm so down on everything today. Goodbye.

Bored, Bored, Bored

2004-04-28T00:31:41Z

As you may have guessed, I'm bored. Tomorrow is my brithday, but I just can't bring myself to be excited. I don't know what I'm getting. I didn't ask for anything. I have two tests at the Pit, so I don't really even want to bother skipping. Though, I haven't studied for either, so maybe skipping would be a good idea. I'm so tired. I just want to sleep for twelve hours straight.

If Florida is the armpit of the USA, what is Georgia?

2004-04-12T19:23:03Z

It's coming, creeping nearer and nearer, a mass of bugs, steam, and sweat. That's right- summer. Being in Savannah during summer is like being in Hell, with roasting temperatures, beating sun, and giant crowds of stupid, surly people. There is no escape, as evidenced by the tons of tourists who come here every summer. Just think- this is the place where people come to VACATION! Imagine what the place where they live normally must be like. I'm too hot to type now. My dad has vowed not to turn on the AC until June. I'm afraid that will be one vow I will have to break for him. Goodbye. I'm going to go sit in the baby pool we got for the dogs.

It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood...GIMMIE BACK MY SHIT!! YOU BITCH, YOU STOLE...

2004-04-02T23:58:36Z

A white trash family has moved in a few houses down from us. I have no idea how they got enough money for a down payment on the house, but they have failed to realize yet that things don't work the same way in a housing development as they do in a trailer park. In a housing development, it is not considered normal to stand in the middle of the street screaming profanities at the rest of your household. And yet, this is the second time the white trash family has been embroiled in such a conflict. Some slutty looking girl (I guess she is somehow related?)has become very upset with the people in the house, and she has come to tell them (and those of us around) all about her problems. It's quite a show. She can be heard clearly for a good seven houses in each direction. This second time, however, we were not gifted with the full story; some fifteen minutes after the uproar began, a police car appeared. Silence followed. I can't help but wonder how long they are intending to stay here; until the stolen money runs out, I guess.

And Now For Something Completely Different...

2004-03-21T23:45:36Z

Today, I have resolved to be POSITIVE! There are a few things in my life that make me happy, and I will discover them by the end of writing this. Let's see, think, think, think, there must be something I enjoy doing, someone I enjoy speaking with. I know! I am happy today because I am the proud owner of Nevermind, one of the "great rock albums" that no music enthusist should be without. Acually, I'm not sure if this can count as a happy thought, as most of the few lyrics I can undrestand center around the idea that life is bleak and empty and that death is all there is to look foreward to. So forget that as something positive; I will think of another. Hmm, I got two new pairs of jeans today, perhaps that will work. No, no, that doesn't cut it. I was em-bare-assed (the superlative form) buy the size I had to buy. And stress that last- "I" had to buy. I had my pay with me in my purse, and was unable to con my mother into buying them for me. I have been out of school for five days on holiday, but tomorrow is the end of the holiday, so I can't be happy about that. This is not working at all. I had intended to cheer myself by listing things that make me happy, but instead I have depressed myself further. I have found that I am happy about nothing today. I am to the point where I am nodding in agreement to "Stay Away." Screw it. I'm off to practice the scales my guitar teacher gave me. They are DIFFICULT! Isn't it fitting?

Bleak Results

2004-03-13T23:22:04Z

Today I budgeted my time very well. I should have at least started reading the Iliad by now, but as it is rather boring and can be hard to follow due to the fact that my teacher cut huge chunks of it out, I have instead managed to put it off by taking dozens of those internet quizes. You know, "What LOTR character are you?" "What Greek god are you?." That sort of thing. I keep getting these dark, evil results. It's kind of funny, I don't think while I'm actually taking the quiz that my answers are all that dark, but then I get my results and: "You MORS! The Greek God of DEATH!" It's all like that. Oh, here's a real winner: "Darkness. You Truly Desire Darkness. You wish everyone around you was either dead, or worshipping you. To you, life is not a gift, but a punishment. You have no consideration for others and do as you please." Does that really sound like me? (Shut up Jillian)Oh well, whatever. It's only 6:30, I'd better find some more quizzes to avoid having to do homework.

Make-up is Awesome

2004-03-07T01:35:24Z

I love what they can do with make-up in the movies nowadays. I'm watching Amadeus, that movie about Mozart, and during the space of three hours or so, the guy playing Mozart goes from looking like a young, healthy boy to a dying man of forty or so. And that's nothing compared to some movies. Lord of the Rings for instance. The orcs are some of the most horrific creations of all movies, and they're all different, too. Some are more elaborate than others. Oops, Mozart just bit the dust. Excuse me, as Soliary (or however you spell it) would put it, God just bit the dust. Cool movie. We watched it in music class (a waste of an hour if there ever was one, the movie was the best class we've ever had) and all the little Catholic freaks were disturbed when Soliary puts the cross on the fire. It was cool to watch them. They all suck.

Deck Troubles

2004-03-04T23:05:32Z

We are getting a new backyard deck. This is a good thing; our last deck would sway back and forth when you stepped out onto it and if you took hold of the hand rail you could swing it as much as foot outwards. Obviously it was time to replace it. Now we have the deck part almost done, but still no stairs. This is not much of a hardship, and is acually an improvement in some ways. With no stairs, there is no way for the dogs to intrude upon us while we sit in comfort on the porch. We can just take them around to the back and let them run around and tire each other out without being able to shove toys at us. It's great. If you have never had a persistant dog shoving a squeaky toy into your leg, sometimes "accidentally" biting you instead of the toy, then you just cannot relate. Also this is the weekend I participate in the Latin Oratorical Competition. Wish me luck.

Error Proof vs Error Prone

2004-02-29T15:41:32Z

There is a comercial on right now (yes, I am once again watching TV) which advertises a pregnancy test. They are calling it the "error proof test" or "ept" for short. But in the same breath, they mention that the test is only 99% acurate. This means that a full one percent in incorrect. One percent might not be much, but still, even my moronic math teacher could tell you that one is not equal to zero. I don't think that if I had need of a prenancy test I would choose one with such an overlook. Who knows what else they might have overlooked.

I Warned You

2004-02-28T00:51:59Z

OK. Yesterday I promised that I would bring you a list of all the obnoxious saying used by my math teacher. Here they are, and beneath them is the translation in normal, human language. See if you can the meaning guess before you read the translation.

"Get your ducks in a row. Some of them were walking around quacking"

-Collect your thoughts

"If you don't get up and get dressed, the problem's going to be wrong."

-Before you can complete the square, you must move the c-term over to the other side.

"Gimmi an 'i'!"

-Take the imaginary number out from under the square root.

"Since this is a perfect fellow, he gets to come out and play."

-This is a perfect square.

"Go the Cat method."

-Square the binomial

"It's getting longer, harrier and sticker."

-The problem is becoming more difficult.

"Clean house."

-Combine the like terms.

"My, that was a tricky little creature, wasn't it?"

-That was a difficult problem.

"This is a triple-whammie!"

-This problem requires triple multipulcation.

"Listen to the problem, it's trying to tell you something!"

-You are missing something obvious.

"What's the magic number?"

-What number do you need to complete the square?

"Take the high/low road."

-Multiply the top/bottom of a fraction.

There are tons more. In addition to to phrases she calls the textbook "him," numbers "cats" and students "ladybirds." I'm starting to develope this tic in my eye that starts as soon as she begins to talk.

In Preparation for Stupidity

2004-02-26T22:53:37Z

I may have complained earlier about my math teacher's perchance for little, slangy phrases that she thinks are cool. Well maybe they were cool back when America was first being founded, but by now they are beyond stupid and very annoying. What's worse is thas she combines them with math- she calles numbers "cats" and makes up little "rhymes" (even if they don't rhyme) for various operations. Now, if these acually helped you remember the harder parts of Algebra, it would be okay. If she gives us a song to make the quadratic formula easier to memorize, then I'll take back all I've said so far. But she won't. She has not as of yet given us one useful saying. At least, not useful as related to math. I have discovered their one true use- humor. I am going to write down every single phrase she uses tomorrow and post them here. Some of them may frighten you, hell, some of them frighten me. But at least I will not be alone in suffering through daily doses of stupidity.

What to Complain About...

2004-02-23T22:53:49Z

I am currently in indecision about what to base my editorial on in Newspaper. There are so many things I can think of to complain about (the point of an editorial) that I cannot decide. I want this to be a good one, as it will likey be either the last one or the second to last one. I want to to be worth getting in trouble to write it. What do you think, O readers who doubtless love to complain as much (or almost as much) as I? Post me a comment saying what you think would be best.

Loser, Party of One

2004-02-21T20:12:44Z

There's some moron on Animal Planet. He's scoping scoprpions up in his bare hands and letting them crawl all over his fingers. Not only that, which is pretty stupid in itself, he admits that he had been stung only two hours earlier by one of them. He goes on to brag that he has "probably been stung more than anyone else in the counrty," which strikes me as being something I would rather not have brodcasted to thousands of people all over the world. But wait! Here comes another fool, and it seems that he might beat out the other for most brainless behavior. He claimes to have be bitten by the most poisonous snake in the world, not once, but twice! My question is, if you claim to be a snake expert, how can you not be aware of one of the most basic facts about them: Some of them can kill you when they bite you. If I were a snake expert, I think that I would take extra steps to assure that these (and any others, to be honest) never got the chance to utilise their defence system.

Quizes, Not That Anyone Cares, Pt. 2

2004-02-21T03:15:36Z

Book Quiz
You're Mother Night!
by Kurt Vonnegut
Nobody knows what to believe about you, and you know least of all. You spent most of your time convinced that the ends justify the means, but your means were, well, downright mean! And the end is nigh. Meanwhile all you want is to travel back in time, if not to change, then to just delight in the way it used to be. You are who you pretend to be. Oh yes, you're the great pretender.

Quizes, Not That Anyone Cares

2004-02-21T03:13:02Z

Country Quiz
You're North Korea!
Look out! You're absolutely wacko. Completely insane. There's no telling what you're going to do, and it could make you a danger to yourself and others. People are so scared of you that they usually just cover their eyes and pretend you're not there. The main impact this has had is to make you even more scary, as you yearn for attention and contact with the outside world. Everyone just wants you to calm down.

So, You Locked Youself Out

2004-02-21T03:02:33Z

Today I had the distinct pleasure of watching someone preform a colossal act of stupidity, namly, lock his keys in the car. I was siting in the Kroger parking lot, waiting with my dog, so she wouldn't distroy the car in our absence. We happened to be parked right across from a small, silver-colored car. I was watching people and noting the things I found amusing about them in a long spiel to my dog, so I was pleased to see the owner of this car arrive. Fresh meat. The owner was a young and very good looking guy, or so I mentioned to my dog, who by this time had fallen asleep. Jessica, you'll like this, he loked like he might have been part Asian, with the hair and some of the facial features. However, when he reached his car, instead of pulling away instantly, he hung around, drinking a coke and circling his car. Once he stopped and waved, and I turned expecting to see some gorgous girl weaving her way between the cars towards him, but there was only some old man. The old man came over and looked at the car for a while, as Cute Boy trailed behind him chattering. Them they both disappeared for a minute into a big black van. When they returned, Old Guy had some weird contraption with him, and used it to pry open the window and get the lock. By now, of course, I had realized Cute Boy's foolish error and was detailing the story sarcasticly to my dog, who did not care. My dad returned just as Cute Boy drove off, leaving me with something to write about today, and someone to dream about tonight.

Newspaper

2004-02-19T22:39:10Z

Today I suffered through yet another newspaper meeting. Since my last article was MISPLACED I must now write another one with the small hope of seeing it published. The editors said, "Just write about anything, and we'll put it in the paper along with the other one." Sure. Apparently they have found the original NOW when it is too late, after I went around for a week gathering info and building up support for myself should Sr. Pat see through the thinly veiled mailce. I'm sure that when it comes time for the next issue the disk will have dissapeared agin. For now, however, I have to think of something else to complain about. The editors suggested it be about something other than school. Wimps. They're just worried that they'll recive some of the blame for printing it. It's pointless anyways, my struggle for mutual respect. "Things will go on the way they always have-badly."

I (heart) You Day/ aka. I (hate) You Day

2004-02-15T03:07:16Z

Today is Valentine's Day. Isn't that strange? It doesn't feel like it should be. Of course, that may just be me. I harbor a deep dislike for all things loving and happy, and I belive that my feelings are justified. You know those little candy things teachers hand out around this holiday? The ones that are SUPPOST to say "Be Mine" or "Hot Baby" or even "Hubba Hubba." Well my science teacher handed out a handfull of them to everone in her homeroom, and guess what the only one I bothered to read said. "GET REAL" That's right, GET REAL. Up until this point, I had never been insulted by my candy. It was an altogther novel experence, but it confirmed just what I had always thought: Valentine's Day is a hazard to mental health. I was talking to Brian yesterday when he made a very good point: name that REALLY suits Valentine's Day is "Singles' Awareness Day" Those sad and lonely ones amoung us snarl with envy when teddy bears and flowers are delivered to the overpriviliged and undeserving ones amoung us.

This has got to be a joke

2004-02-15T00:36:01Z

There is a new show on TV that has to be a joke. It is called the Brini Moore show. In it, some woman, presumably Brini Moore, wanderes around redecorating a house. It joins the sudden and unexpected wave of home improvement shows. This is not the frightening part however; Brini herself is the frightening part. She is like a giant doll that has come to life. She smiles, showing all her teeth, and blinks her eyes animatedly. Even her voice is doll-like, sugary and fake. Soon it will be revealed that she is really an advanced type of robot. Until then I shiver as I pass her show.

The Anatomy of Bad Days

2004-02-11T21:51:16Z

Why is it that all the bad things happen on one day? They wouldn't be so hard to handle if they all happened on seperate days. Monday you leave you book in a desk, ok, that's not so bad. Tuesday you sleep badly, oh, well, there's always the next night. So forth and so on. But they all happen on the same day. Today, I got up after a really bad sleep, my dog knocked my coffee all over me, I forgot my lunch, my hated math teacher assigned huge amounts of homework, I left my book in Latin class, and my religion teacher made more pitting remarks about I felt I had to leave SVA, how I didn't feel the BOND with my peers... blah, blah, blah. On the plus side, my science teacher spent the whole period argueing with someone about politics, and I was able to write DIE in three new places. If any of you have noticed this word appearing in block letters on various walls of the school, you now know from whose pen they come. I also won at Encore in music class. I say "I won" because it really was me. My teammates contributed maybe three songs all together.

The Ultimate Useless Action

2004-02-08T23:27:57Z

Today while I was out shopping with my mom, I noticed something that struck me as just the most foolish thing imaginable. We had gone to McDonald's for lunch, and as we were waiting in line, this fat lady came to the register beside us. When I say fat, I do not merely mean portly. Porky. Pudgy. I mean fat F-A-T, a number of chins, no neck to speak of, etc. Well she was ordering I nice low-cal meal with obvious intent to lose some of it, McWholeSideOfTheCow, McBucketOfFries, an apple-pie, the works. And when the cashier asked her what she wanted for her giant drink, she goes, "A diet Coke." Right. Even though the food part of her meal was, to be polite, packed with fat, she was going to RESIST TEMPTATION! She would give up ALL the extra calories that would have come from drinking the real coke. Great! Just a few more sacrifices like that and she'll probably even get down to 200 pounds! This is a great country.

Early Morning Wake Up

2004-02-08T15:13:28Z

The only reason I'm up this early is my dogs. Specificly my new puppy. She woke my up a little before seven, whining and scratching at the door of her crate. Tilda was doing the same outside my bedroom door. Between the two of them, they managed to make enough noise to disturb my sleep. I threw them both outside, which was of course what they wanted. When my dad came downstairs, I snarled at him to keep an eye on them and went back to bed. But once I have been woken up, I can never fall back to sleep. I ended up lying awake sulking and thinking cruel thoughts about how those damn dogs would like it if I kept waking them up. If I were to really do this, however, my plan would backfire. They would be delighted. "Hey! You're up! Let's go PLAY!" So it can be hard to get revenge on dogs.

Work: Hit or Miss

2004-02-08T02:51:08Z

I had to work today. That may not come as a suprise to you, but belive me, it was to me. I got a call about 9:00 or so, asking if I had any plans to come in today. I ended up getting there about 9:30 or so.
Jillian thought I shoud put this in: It's a conversation between me and one of the many freaks at school.
Me: (talking to Jillian) "I can't belive how many losers there are at this school."
Ramdom Freak: "Hey! You can't talk like that to (RF's friend). Apologize."
Me: "I don't apologize to losers."
RF: (to friend) "She says she's sorry! Now you should apologize to me!"
Me: "I thought I just said I don't apologize to losers."
Jillian was amused.

Carrie

2004-02-06T21:51:23Z

Stephen King's version of Carrie is, to say the least, very unusual. There is a lot of sudden switching from one angle to another, and everything is VERY intense. Carrie just got the blood dumped on her, and belive me, the phrase "all hell breaks loose" does not being to decribe the events taking place now.