Feb 11 01
[04:01pm] Yeah, okay. I did the dance and it was pretty fun. I danced with a whole bunch of people and Chris B (not Blair) and I made Charlie's Angels positions. I brought my camera along but the flash wouldn't work so I just gave up. It was fun though. Joe was with Laura, dancing this weird groove hold dance.. it was freaky. Robbie was with Lauren and she looked very cute. Steve was with Ashley, and she didn't dance until Jake (her exbf) got there. She was very sad until Jake arrived and I suggested that she should go kick him. Really. He was a jerk to her.

Feb 9 01
[09:03pm] Crazy weather today. I left in sweatshirt and sandals, came home with frosty toes and pink wind-burnt cheeks.

[08:56pm] I'm sort of not looking forward to the Valentines dance tomorrow, which they're calling the Mardi Gras dance. That's stupid. They're even selling cheap beads. Valentines Day is spost to be classy and romantic, not cheap and shoddy-looking. Which is so totally Mardi Gras.

Plus, this is my first high school dance going alone, and I'm not looking forward to that. I'm not looking forward to the feeling of not having someone's corsage on my wrist, not looking forward to not having the the honor of fastening a boutonniere to someone's lapel three or four times because it keeps falling off. I will miss the little pricked feeling on my fingertips from the pin of the bou-tonniere.

[07:22pm] I am bored with this layout and I don't like frames a lot anymore. They're just making it harder to update two things at the same time. So, I will have a new layout soon I HOPE!!! Oh, and I may discontinue the to-do list, unless I decide I need it.

[07:15pm] I love South Side, by Moby featuring Gwen Stefani.

[06:11pm] I know this guy named Shawn. He's a nice boy, very intelligent.. not gay. He is on guard with about 20 (??) girls. Now today there was an assembly, and guard performed their show, which was a remix of three versions of Don't Fear the Reaper, which was supercool. Unfortunately, I go to a school full of close-minded-loser-idiots that have to shout things like "Nice buns, baby!" and catcalls at Shawn. Shawn, you see, has to wear a dance belt, which is underwear with a thong back. It's for extra support, and some privacy in his special boy Spandex pants. I am just sick of stupid people judging him for being different.

Feb 7 01
[04:22pm] I think this is probably the last day for staying home. I still have this little gnawing headache right behind my eyes and under my ponytail in the back. I just want to sleep all the time and when I cough, I sound like a dragon spitting fire. Ugh. Last day, I hope.

Feb 6 01
[08:55am] I am so tired of being sick. I am so sick of being tired. My head hurts and I have taken 8 teaspoons worth of Immodium AD and finally it has worked. That's it. I'm exhausted. Doctor's appointment today.

Feb 4 01
[03:21pm] I dreamed last night that I was in a plane crash and ended up on an island somewhere out in the tropicals in the ocean. Sounds like a certain recent movie of the same genre, no? Anyway, I wasn't alone. There were maybe about eight people there with me walking and talking. After a few days, someone said something about makeup. I remarked that I hadn't even thought about makeup since we got on the island. Also, someone mentioned personal hygiene (brushing teeth & deodorant), neither of which I had worried about either.

We were snooping around this island and we disturbed a sleeping mammoth hairy elephant thing. It chased us around for a while, and I ran into a cave and hid. Eventually it went away and I called the others into this cave, where there were all these slimy skeleton things. This boy, who reminded me an awful lot of my friend Robbie, grabbed chunks of the skeletons and threw them off to the side, and that was the way out of the cave.

In daylight again, we saw that all these guys in FedEx suits were building a post office and it turned out that there was a package there for me. It had my name written on it (first and last) was postmarked sometime in 1980. This was strange because I wasn't born until 1985. I opened the package and there was a plastic dinosaur from the Jurassic Park paraphenalia. Then I woke up.

[09:18am] I have a story for you. Cory and Lindsey (yes, dough-nut girl) had both been absent a day in Speech and had missed the assignment where you had to learn ten things about the other person. Ms Coffey has a sense of humor and decided to change their assignment slightly, "Okay, Lindsey and Cory. You two need to go out in the hall.. make out and tell the class how it was. Okay?" The looks on their faces were hilarious.

[09:12am] I'm sorry for the lack of posts yesterday. Actually, I'm not sorry. You try being sick and posting anyway. I guess people have done it. I'm not thinking clearly. Symptoms: Constant head-ache every time I move, sore throat (minimal), dry eyes that also won't stop watering, itchy skin, always cold and shivering and goosebumps (except for face, which is burning up), and finally my chest feels like it is the size of a tennis ball so I can only take the tiniest breath without having a coughing fit. So you can see why there were fewer posts than normal, yesterday.

Feb 3 01
[09:45am] Argh. Instead of my driving lesson (which I also missed last week) I have to go out and raise funds for my trip to the Bahamas. Ugh. Ugh = fundraising, not about the Bahamas.

Feb 2 01
[09:30pm] Yesterday was Kris's 16th birthday and I made her a sign and got her a balloon. I put together a gif to express my love for her birthday. Ta-da!

[09:15pm] I'm such a nerd. I took a picture of my beautiful (obsessively neat) algebra hw. See?

[09:05pm] I really need to update here with some cool stories. Okay, here's one: two convo's going on in a very close proximity, in Spanish class. One conversation was Melinda and Lindsey discussing fundraising by selling doughnuts. The other conver-sation was Jaimee and Libby talking about Jaimee's grandfather's rather large stash of cash he had given her. Twenty-eight thou. Then this girl Meg, who is dumb, said, "Jaimee, don't you mean twenty-eight hundred?" And Jaimee said, "No, twenty-eight thou-sand." And Lindsey (who was in the other conversation) said, "Melinda, that's a lot of doughnuts." Miscommunication rocks!

[09:00pm] I just realized how not-half-retarded I am. I'm pretty dumb. My last layout was number 21. This is number 23. Where is the mysterious layout #22? Hmmm.. Maybe I'll just pretend that I am an enigma here, instead of the brain-dead potato I am.

[08:40pm] I'm bushed because I caught up on my Psalms (which I think I will put a link to the folder here pretty soon) and I redes'd calapitter, which I have wanted to do since, oh, since Jan 23. I just had no inspiration. Now thank me profusely.