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    Sunday, October 16th, 2005
    12:07 pm
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    the wonders of International School choir. :)

    sooooooo boooorrrredddd.


    so, i'm sitting here by myself on a sunday afternoon. i have no idea what everyone else is doing....hell. i need to get a life before i die of boredom.

    or before i die from not being able to stand myself.

    i was happy that i finally got a freaking day off from play rehearsals. now i wish i had a reheasal today. all i have to look forward to today is hw.

    AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

    Current Mood: bored
    Current Music: "why i hate cornbread" by TARQ..........wow........ok.
    Saturday, October 15th, 2005
    1:50 pm
    work call day
    i spent the time between the hours of 9:00-1:15 at school today at work call. here's a general schedule of how my work time went:

    9:00-9:05: move large platform onto stage.

    9:05-about 10:30: organize the costume room with Liz.

    10:30-11:00: sweep the stage with Ken and Devin.

    11:00-12:00: do whatever is asked of me.

    12:00-12:03: start in on the toolbox with Ken.

    12:03-about 12:20: eat lunch with the other people.

    12:20-1:10: organize the toolbox with Ken.

    1:15: go home.



    so. extremely. tired.

    work call was pretty fun though. i mean, cleaning/organizing the costume room sucked. spending a good hour or hour and a half moving, cleaning, labeling, removing and shuffling boxes, while also organizing costumes = not fun.

    sweeping was o.k. i guess. i wasn't really in the mood to deal with devin, so i tried to steer clear of him. i pretty well succeeded. what i found out though, was that the inevitable equation is: men screwdriving = lots of sawdust.

    lunch was pretty fun, though. just grab a slice of pizza, find a spot on the floor, plop. lorenzo, liz, ken and i talked about stuff, stuff like belgium, IS, french, 6th graders, and nostalgic stuff. turns out that lorenzo's family is from a town in belgium where ken's grandfather was born. then ken and lorenzo started talking in french. i was watching them talk with raised eyebrows; ken turned to me and asked, "Prenez-vous le français?" (i mean, i think that's what he said. i don't remember exactly, but what i put there means "do you take french?", so i think that's a close guess.)

    i shook my head. "german."

    it was kind of an interesting age span at work call today. i was the first one to show up (shocking). then came devin, then ken, then lorenzo, and around lunch, Michael showed up. then kelsey and emily showed up. so here's the grade/age layout for you:

    me - seventh grade
    devin - eighth grade
    lorenzo - ninth grade
    ken - eleventh grade
    michael - twelfth grade
    kelsey - twelfth grade
    emily - twelfth grade

    the cool thing about IS is the comfortable rapport you develop with older students. i.e., on Focus Week i felt like, totally at ease with ian and francis. the same thing happened today. when ken and i were working on organizing the toolbox, we were talking a little, and it felt totally comfortable and relaxed. i think i feel more comfortable with most guys then girls. there isn't really as much pressure to be "cool" or whatever. ken and i just talked, and it was kinda fun.

    although i really could have gone without all the scrapes i got from those nails, screws and bolts.

    but hey, you win some, you lose some.

    sleepily,
    ~~me

    Current Mood: tired
    Current Music: "behind these hazel eyes" --kelly clarkson
    Friday, October 14th, 2005
    7:10 pm
    this is a song i wrote last night
    Title: "Why does it matter, we're all going to die anyway"
    Copyright: KNB, 2005
    Tune: so far n/a



    Fell asleep with your name written
    on my jeans in yellow highlighter
    (But, what the hell do you care, anyway?)
    Staring out my window
    at the blanket of stars,
    you were the last thing I thought of
    (Because hello? Your name is written on my right knee)

    *chorus*
    Hug a rainbow
    Kiss a star
    Make it matter, where you are
    Yellow highlighter
    Purple sharpie
    We're falling fast,
    but make sure you take the time to write my heart
    on your sleeve

    Over the rainbow where bluebirds fly
    write my name on your heart
    (here's that purple Sharpie)
    Jump off the clouds
    and come back to me
    (Clouds? What?)

    *chorus* x2

    (fade out w/ instruments)


    It's kind of a work in progress, and I actually changed some stuff while I was retyping it. The chorus originally started out with "Rape a rainbow", and I'm trying to decide if I should change it back. Suggestions would be helpful.

    I would write a regular post but i'm really tired, so maybe tomorrow.

    Current Mood: blah
    Current Music: "how does it feel?" --avril lavigne
    5:56 pm
    First bloggity
    ...so yeah. This is my new Live Journal since my old one sucked.

    So here's some info on me if you don't know me (but, if you don't know me, then why the hell are you reading this and how did you find me?)

    o I'm 13
    o I'm a drama geek
    o IS pryde, biatches!
    o I'm kinda OCD...I totally blame my uncle ^_^
    o I love being in love...except for when it hurts, or comes back to bite me in the ass (youch)
    o I'm single
    o I'm straight (sorry girls! lol)
    o I'm Christian
    o I have a 4.0 GPA (yay!)
    o I'm psychic (haha)
    o Mia and I get high frequently. (Hella fun times...)
    o I love sparkly things
    o I'm very ticklish
    o I'm a Virgo! (September 5)
    o My favorite shoes are my Converse high/low tops

    I think that's good. So, comment if you want to. A real post is coming later, I think.

    Current Mood: indescribable
    Current Music: "sugar we're going down" by fall out boy
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