RAT FINK!

THIS IS WHY I AM NOT FRIENDS WITH THE TRULY HEART STOPPINGLY BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE!!!!!Because they ALWAYS fink out on you because they have to many friends who can drive mustangs to go to IHOP and buy the whole place and then go to SF and buy the whole place down. This is why they are assholes ALL The time and they say they'll do one thing and do something else!Whit said we'd go riding and I said great, whoever wakes up first, call. Well, I didn't get to sleep until like 1, because my insomnia was pissing me off, etc, and I woke up at 11. I got dressed, called her, left a message, and nothing. So I go to her house, and have to fiddle with the fence for 20 minutes to get INTO her FRONT YARD. Then! I ring the bell. I throw pebbles at her window. I knock. I yell. I go INTO the house. Up to her room. Knock, yell. Kick. No one. INTO her room. She's in the bathroom (where I assume most beautiful people spend most of there time, head in the toilet or not.) I have to wait at her door for 5 minutes while she fixes her HAIR so she can open the door.Well.She is NOT dressed to go riding. She is dressed to go be beautiful, so the public can watch her and sigh and say, look at her! Isn't she perfect?kfs ;isbDg;.bsdkgj;bsdoI CANNOT BELIEVE THAT. She was awake, and since I was not, and I didn't call the BH Princess, she didn't want to call to 'wake me up.' PLEASE. PLEASE! Spare me the fucking BS. Now I'm alone ALL day, and Vic hates horses and I have to wash my pony alone! And thats boring! I'll call her anyway, good ol' Vic might think of something fun to do.WHITNEY- I only have so many straws left for you to pull. Amanda, pissed of rocker*

He is on a date; I must wait; words that cannot be said....i dig it...

I wield a great power, and I wield it with an itchy trigger finger. I am outspoken and very defensive of my friends. Come near any of them, and prepare to get blasted. I am pure of heart, but I have a quick temper. Don't anger me. And if you do, don't be in my way.What's your superpower?*****Just got back from spiderman Pretty spiffy stuff. Some of the techie affects were lame; like when he was learning how to fly or spider or what have you, it looked like a video game. But, I wasn't bored and it ended at just the right time; so I give it an Amanda four stars. I don't know any html for stars so...deal.****Alright. The end of the week! Hurrah! Finally friday arrives on my doorstep. Kevin and I did our scene, but the bell rang in the middle and threw us off. So we missed half a page of script but STILL got the A! Mr. D was eating it up; how hard we practiced, we recovered beautifully...fine, fine fine! Happy hunky dorky day.****So it is only 10:43 and my friday night is already over. But, I don't really care. I haven't worked on editing chapter 3 of my story in forever...and I haven't written much more. Plus I have Meghan and I's novella to work on, but at least SHE has the emo. Oh, jesus, damn, a poem to go through also. Gaar.****Get up, get up, get up, get up...* * * *Tomorrow is my recede from public view day. I'm going to ride, wash my horse, get my stuff ready for the show sunday, and then do HW> but sunday! I have a horse show, and then the vines and ROONEY show! YES! Monday will be hell with my oral report and all but I'm willing to try...I'm sure i'll think up some lame excuse for updating later. Night.Slim- Rocker MD

Guitar riffs heard with straining ears through insulated walls... if only I could break them down.

That's a cool band; and I like the EMO name. They're pretty grooving. I'm becoming an indie junkie. I was downloading yesterday and I clogged my computers system thing, and it froze because I kept changing songs and websites. Must get the fix!The Fix... there should be a band called that. Or is there? Ah... ok. But, I'm in two bands that lack either a) vocals that will sing anything other than the beatles or b) bass and lead guitar and vox. But Vic and my band is Nerd Rockers Anonymous, and Meghan and mine is The Wednesdays. How cool, eh? I think I'll make a Wednesdays shirt this weekend, with non-erasable sharpie, so it won't bleed in the wash like my Nerd Rocker one. If only we practiced/exsisted entirely. Hmm...****School was mind numbing,as always. I thought my scene in drama was w/ Kevin on FRIDAY but it was today, but Mr. Dereiux was absent! Yay god! I broke a screw off my flute and my whole thumb key plate fell off, I had to go get it replaced today. But Mr. Brown wasn't in school either! Thank god. Again...******Ohhh, and best fucking news EVER! I am GOING to the vines and Rooney show! OH YES! OH YES! OH YES (orgasm sounds) Rooney! Vines! ROONEY (vines) ROONEY vines *****Look at this boy: Who would NOT want to see him hold a guitar and sing? I know that pictures dorky yet it makes him so much more appealing...oy. Oy the Roy. Yes, I am a terrible shallow girl. But he did some cool indie films with Sofia Coppola. And he's pretty... The drummer from Mr. Varsity left a note on my LJ, which made me feel special... must remember, the pretty rockers are mere mortals...pretty mortals...Great beauty if truly an affliction. (unhappy pout.)Spiffy.sLiM

Further Seems forever

Take the Five Iron Frenzy personality test!I am ever so proud I found that test. But Keith is the cute one.Ah, the last day of block scheduling is upon us. I weep. Hah. No, ok. I had to play football for an hour and a half, how's that for torture? Yeah, I know. Who ever said, hmm, we could most likely make this ball oblong, so whatever idiot actually wanted to play this game would look like the true arse they are!Smart bastards.Not that I wanted to play. Having my jaw broken by nicole ashwell was not on my to do list. It was a perfect day... and then he came on the scene, and ruined our whole night.**** Let's see, what else? Meghan and I worked on our newest master-minded creation. Oh, the dreams it incubates. Let's get out of here. (I'm sorry, I keep quoting the song I was listening to earlier.)Spiffy.Amanda

The last day of April I found myself lonely...and emo...

Wow, I feel almost cool for not updating for such a long time- but I just had to tell about the greenday concert.Alright, sell outs or not, they have perfected the live show. Plus, Billie (that is how you spell it, eh?) Joe's six pack reveled did wonders. They got people from the audience to play their instruments, oh, to have Mike Drints sweaty arms telling me which notes to play! But, when Billie was all 'I want 300 more of you fuckers down on the floor!' our whole row rushed the gaurds and I hoped over the 3 foot divider, and I just ran and got sweaty dancing and hoping and screaming 1,1,2,1,2,3,4! It was so great! And they played brainstew which is my favorite song and I forgot all this shit that kind of hoardes away my ME time and I just danced and watched 3 guys turn a jaded, emo-hating (Jimmy eat world hating) crowd into this total rock club. It was SO sweet. I mean, I lack the words. I went to the weezer concert and I am SURE I would have enjoyed that as much, if not more, if my lame brother would of let me go on the floor. I didn't really ask, but that was my first big big concert and he was scared I'd get killed. I was still young, unexperienced concert goer, see. But now I've been to quite a few, and shows too, and Rooney is on sunday, and i'm just exploding with show love!!!!School... wait, what fucktard would want to talk about school?? I'm thinking about Billie making orgasm noises and Robert Shwartzman (now Robert Carmine) singing Sorry Sorry to me in a week! Jeez, duur!SPIFFY!Slim

"How's it going?"___me___"It's going. Just not anywhere important, is all."

I wish he would just come online right now; and I wish that I could just say hello: and I wouldn't need excuses and a quirky comment and an I'm sorry to bother you to appease him. I just wish we had something in common-- something I could see or hold or taste late at night to reassure me there is a thread of life holding us together- spanning the massive chasm between us.********


Visionary, revolutionary, vigilante - these descriptions all fit you well. You are thoroughly disgusted with society and humanity as a whole, and you have several rather diabolical plans to reshape it to fit your designs. You're probably a loner, and most people think you're crazy. That's just because they don't understand, though, and you'll show them someday anyway. Heh heh heh. You are known to become very passionate about many causes, have torrid love affairs, and be seen as a either a demagogue or a hero to the proletariat masses.</td>
Be cool! Take the What Do You Want Out Of Life? Quiz*************Oh the excitement.Today was awesome: you can read all about it in Meghans journal, so I'll just break it down to we got to play volleyball during band with seniors who have nice bleached hair and don't mock you for being a dumbfuck.LachrymaticSoda: what's the point of going up and down a dead end street?NerdRocker145: to reach the end, I suppose.*******I worked on my drums a bit today before the neighbors got pissed; I worked out some fills that are just high hat snare double beats with a crash etc... Not very exciting or fucking virtuoso like; but I guess some people just cannot be pleased with the laments.My real player is spazzing out and I cannot listen to music; I was listening to Charlie Brown and digging it, and Mr. Varsity but it's all fucked now. My eight bucks for my nifty iodine shirt got sent back and since I have no money; I have to use it. Oh well. I am going to goodwill tomorrow w/ Tom. Then a dinky chruch show w/ Kris but you never know when some crazy kids will come in and make it fun.... well, that will probably be Kris and my job.Hehe! 134 pages of the Emo Diaries! I have to write entry 40 this weekend. How terribly good of us; and yet---how terribly sad...I'm geting pissed at everyone in my group for excluding tom, except for Darwin (zach,) who'll argue with anyone. Just because his arms are around my shoulders and I nip his ear doesnt make us in-human or retarded, we can still talk. And they all just walk away! Like today; we all started in a big circle in the middle of the forum, and by the time lunch was over we were backed against the stairs b/c we had to keep following will and kristen etc. You know; I'm getting sick of will's shit too, sometimes. He's beautiful, I admit it, I don't see why the boy can't just get a date for gods sake if he must spread slander about tom and I. Lorah Horton on improv can barley contain herself around him, etc etc etc... I just get sick of being ragged on with Tom, for liking him. Excuse me because I got lucky.I'm just on weird terms with Kristen, or I feel I am, because of that insensitve entry she posted. I'm sure it wasn't meant to be condescending and yobbo-esque. It just turned out that way and made me feel pretty worthless. I guess she didn't mean it--- just all this stuff about Kristen being better than me; I mean, I get it from my PARENTS! So when SHE tells ME I'm bad at something its like, oh. I guess I really am a retarded shit.*****Nonetheless, Here I am. Alone on a friday.I guess I bitch too much.I'm tired and frustrated and stupid, so I guess I'll retire to the cool sheets and sad emo I so adore.Amanda

I am no longer broken; I am no longer whole; I am anything but original, I have been sold.

Loyal Frisby changed all their songs and now they all suck. Too many bass solos.Today was full schedule, but my math test was postponed and I shall fail it; I must try to escape it- oh any excuse; anyone will do- if only I could take it on tuesday. The key to being excused from a test is not acting panicked. Make a long LONG list of questions on the material, written down and approach the teacher with a pen and notepad-"Mr(s)____, I was going over this material for the last time last night and I found all these questions- I don't know how I will pass If I don't get the answers-(begin to ask)"PS- I am master at this- I once got a extra french book, tore out the pages with some key material on them, and claimed I could not study because my book was a mess. I took the test a week later. I recieved an A.I am evil, but it is necessary to beat the system, you must be evil.Mr. Brown was gone and except for Kendel Mygosomethingrather cramping our groove, meghan and I went and skated around the locker room. Jen and Angela stood by the door and fretted that we looked like we wear lifting wallets. I then pointed out that Jennifer was wearing skimpy size 1 pants with no pockets. FUCK! I was trying to listen to Charlie Brown gets a valentine ( i dont like the name, to many words and the sure to come copyright battles) and I got a parental adivsory warning! It skipped song one! FUCK YOU MP3.com facisits!So I got to go skating with Meghan after school; oh glorious skating, gossip and taking funny pictures. We bought milkshakes and cheese its and apples and sat in Evies and read cosmo and laughed. And then more glorious skating and we watched TPrincess Diaries at home. Then the play which was good; at least I got in free, and all I had to do was hand out programs.Just watching pavement get out of my way and hear gravel crunching makes me forget...well...It just makes me forget some stuff.Get up.Amanda

Blood boils over

Plus, Slim wasn't really into it like I was, because whereas I could've palyed for like an hour more, she kept asking if we could leave for Applebee's. At rock camp, half the people would skip half of lunch to just jam, which I thought was really cool that they were just as dedicated and into music as me! Oh, so suddenly I am this under-dedicated retard. I was HUNGRY! I wanted FOOD! ♠If this works, My mood went ↓It was forever ago and she's holding it against me because her brother is selfish and won't play with her. I'm less angry than sad. No, nevermind.I'M MAD TOO.No, sad. More das than dam. Reverse.I just feel like I'm failing at everything and school is a mess and life is a mess, my sister is moving out again and I thought vic was my friend. I mean she is and I doubt she really meant- well, she probably did mean it. I guess I'm just a lowly slacker.My sis is moving out to sonoma and I feel like she is walking out of my life forever; I mean I went through periods of not seeing her for a year or so. I haven't seen Richard in 4 years. They say he is getting better but when I talk to him, which is rarely, he never sounds ok.'I don't know what else to say... please just get away...' A song that just came on. Bass solo.BASS IS BAD because you need drums and fucktard slim cannot play them.I am worthless.

Happy tomorrow, dilusional today.

Hi!I cannot sleep, I have even gone to the lengths as to clean my room. At night, at 11 at night. How odd, my parents must think I am doing drugs. But I went to bed and there was dog hair and dog and make out smell and it was GROSS! I didn't want to be there so I folded clothes and picked up clothes tags and ticket stubs and binder rinds from my floor. I put my dressy clothes in my closet and fixed my cable box on my new TV. I shoved the damned pug off my bed and took of the quilt cover- he is now on the bed covered in the dirty coverlette. Good ridenece. Loveline is over so I have put on my soothing sad emo. I wanted to do my french; I truly did but it was so long and I cannot understand if we write the entire examples worth, or paraphrase. I have to ask Kris; I have a lot of makeup shit.TO DOChinese American ReportFolklore of Chinese peopleDiary of a chinese doctor guy from Waiting.256 a-c in french II textEvery math homework ever assigned this quarterStudy formulas for chapter 10 test in math on Thrusday.Ride Penny (urg, spoo, I haven't ridden in forever.)Bike with Kris.Finish learning D flat, G flat and G scale patterns****And I have to do it all tomorrow! Wednesday, I mean, wait- today. Oh, i will be very angry I was not asleep tonight. Ah, grammer going- I think I might be getting tired!Alas; perhaps some hot cocco, but then I realize that the company that makes swiss miss also is the company (Con Agra) that visciously kills millions of innocent cows every year. I will see my OWA on friday; saturday I am going to Salvation Army w/ Tom and a show at night with Kris and maybe Tom and Miles. Its at some church and it will probably be lame but something to do nonetheless. Where did all my spaces go?Sunday I have USPC; then freedom, oh sweet and tangible freedom,glistening on my lips and pasting to my soul an irremovable tumor, that throughout the week will sob, 'Free yourself! Free! I cannot find my muse to finish my novel in this classless glass and cement prison! Run like a deer from the hunter, sweet girl- RUN!' My dad read my story and critqiued it; so I wrote in some of his suggestions, took a couple out, and I have yet to edit the newest edition to chapter II. I will see if Vic likes it tomorrow.Sleep- shall I come to the vast shore of ye (seems more fitting than you)Or shall I float forever helplessstrung by silver thread above promising blacknessdangled in my own universethat insomina has created.My my, I am quite the nerdy emo kid when I am tired.Good night, sleep tight. Wake unto the morning light!Ahaha, hah.Slim

oy the roy

Take the What High SchoolStereotype Are You? quiz, by Angel.Ah, wouldn't it though?

The day I became the epitome of what I am

I am the spaz rocker!Rooney posted new pics, new info and a STREET TEAM! Stickers! AND THEY ARE HAVING A SHOW IN SF! It's all ages so happy fucking day! Must get tickets in advance! Must make rooney shrine! A t-shirt! Seeing Robert and Ned's sweat stick to their own skins as they mangle their instruments!AHHH!Ok, I have calmed. Today was a semi up and down day; drama, so so, star testing ever so boring but not a torture---Ok, sorry, I am thinking rooney rooneyroooooooneeeyrooneyrooneyBut tom and I went swimming, I got to make his hair cool, and accidentaly kneeded him in the nose. I love my pokey.Bike ride with kristen....ROONEY!OY!

When the sun sets we shall be free

It's not kind... Oh lordy, I type again. The house is devoid of all food; thus I had to eat a waffle for dinner. All I have eaten today was the waffle nothing on it, two bites of salad, a handful of popcorn, and a dinner roll. I am ever so proud of myself. Oh, and a diet coke and 2 glasses water.I think have a pre-destined adictive personality. Take drinking. I have only been buzzed before (oh lovely lovely buzzes) but this weekend I went about getting totally pissed twice. The first time quite unintentionally. I did not know wine had such a high alchohal content. The second night I was about at a Japanese resturant and had 2 starwberry daquris, just so I could get giggly. Third, quite the same. 3 glasses of wine and I am stumbling about quite rudely. I don't mean to bore you. But perhaps this will complete my dream... Let me create a monolouge for you.And Curtain!Enter a plain, not to friendly counselars office. Worn in furniture stands, musty and used; yellowing posters proclaiming the benfits of the Navy and Army peel away from painted cinderblock walls. I enter.Counselar: Ah, Miss Brand. How nice to see you.Moi: hello, mr. friis.F: So, Amanda, i have been looking at your transcripts and it seems like you have a good chance of attending any school you want. Are there any specific goals you wish to fulfill, when choosing a school?M: Well, I do have a few. May I say them?F: Of course, of course.M: Well first off I would adore to write the newest smash seller, yet it will remain an american classic, but to risque for teachers to torture their students with. I then wish to become an over-sexed alcoholic, preferably devestatingly well balanced when sober. Traveling to an odd eastern country is a must, duur, and then I wish to blow my head off with some kind of automated weapon or fall off a bell tower; not on purpose, it must come about in an odd manner.F: ____________M: I plan on attending Vasser this fall.*****I hate parents, are everyones but mine evil jackass's who think they're children are senseless gits?Perhaps you all are. You must retaliate.

I would be your heroin....

If I had a drum teacher, an additional 2 years added on to my life, extra math brain cells, the ability to be perfect, and a waif like body, perhaps I could be a star.But, only perhaps.Vegas was a big shiny culturally devoid epicenter; mostly of white trash and white trash parading as those who know a thing or two about how visors are never attractive. However classist that might sound, for lack of a better word I filled in with white trash.The one plus was the makeup store and ability to wear punkish clothes and scare my cousins. I suppose it was not a complete waste of time, but so boring was my time spent in Las Vegas and unexciting was my short vacation I do not truly feel like disclosing everything.However, my cousin Zoe straightened my hair, and I wore it to school today. Big mistake. Apparently I was born to have straight hair and I look awful with my retarded jew fro- which really just re-enforces this fear I had in the first place. So now, since it looks so great, I know walking around with curls makes me look like a big, ugly, fat kid. Oh, and sice I just wrote a paragraph on the absolute horridness of my life due to my curly hair, add RETARD to the list of things I am.Plus STAR testing starts tomorrow. Oh fucking happy day. Remeber last year when i had a size 6 waist and I just started dating tom and I went swimming everyday with him after the tests, and we had our first kiss and everything was bloody ducky?Yes well, those days are long gone. Now I am a high schooler, for the all the benefits of air conditioning, I must sit in windowless rooms (I am cool, however) and poke my expanding gut. We are released at the regular time and life continues, however monotonous and half involving it is. I have tethrathalon this weekend and I will NOT let Julie talk me into going, I'm quiting. I'll stay home and maybe go to a show and let vic jam on her bass alone since I am obviously a hungry jack ho who cannot do much right, except use big words (or at least bigger than my peers) that even furher alienate me from teenage society...But, I think I am being melo dramatic.Alas, the family has started to scream again.I feel like I have just gotten onto the highway of life, and hit a deer.Amanda

at dawn, the monkey breaks.

Ghihg;lZDMG .Morning time.Sucks my ass.I have to go get dressed; I just woke up. Viva Las Vegas. Not. oh, 10 hours, 10 hours! AGAIN! At least it is with my family: people I can like.I just realized b/c I got a 3.3 on my report card that I could get a TV, so I pulled the old 12 inch out of the garage and I am set... in color baby!I have to get dressed. Have a fantazmo weekend.slim

Loveless...shameless....

That's a line from a song... I'm not truly loveless, just partly. It seems my (ahem) friends easily forget me the minute one part of my minisucle exsistence goes awry. Ok, so I feel GOOD for the first time in days after 4th period and I'm bouncing around, happy, just playing kristen's and i's retarded game 'try-to-step-on-other-peoples-feet,' and then Will came along and he and kris started to play so i ran through them, they had linked hands and stuff, etc, and then started to run after will, then kris, switching off,being happy, not wanting to force out my kidney or mutitlate my wrist, and then will called me miranda and I gave him a playful smack, nothing new, he hits me all the time, right? And he just goes, 'Amanda, you need to fucking calm down. you're to hyper."This comes from the wanna be PW elitist who can't be STOPPED when HE'S hyper. And so I just blow it off and start walking to roll call with him and kris etc, and he goes 'Ah-' and I go what?And he says "I can't say it with you here.'That doesn't even make me angry. It makes me want to cry. And on the way back from the weight room, all I hear from behind me is Willa nd Kris and Alex Caraponos laughing, and I realized I am so easily replacable to will, to kristen. I don't want to be a bitchy journal complainer but I can't wait for the best days of my life to be over. I just can't wait.Amanda, because my name is NOT slim.

Hammered and Enamored

Hi everyone.I updated from school but the comp filtered it and deleted it all. Fun times. Today is a super cool short day, 8-12:11. Yay! I was going to go swimming but it's looking cold, so we'll probably sit around in his room and fuck around with his bass and guitar. Hehe. It might get sunny but messing around somehow seems so much more appealing...***Theres a faux rave at our school everyone is getting excited about, called 'Synergey,' which sounds like a crap candy rave (my brothers words) or an energy company in Invader Zim. Thats a cool show, however. Whatever, mess with your glow sticks, then, please.I hope mr. brown doesn't start G testing today; just on principalMom must compute now, soMust whizSlim Skemo rocker

My cats breath smells like cat food.

Test ResultsYou think of yourself as being nifty, nerdy, bright, and rad.Others think of you as being crazy, funny, interesting, and witty.Your relationships can be described as swift, deep, rocky, and twisted.When stressed, you feel held back.Take this test here.

I didn't mean to upset you with my tales of deliquency

i'm sorry. I'm sorry for being ahead.

It's been one of those days for a lot of days now...

Shopping can suck my ass. FOREVER. I hate it, I truely do. The last two days I have had to shelp down to Broadway plaza and yuppersize myself. And for some reason, I found some cool stuff. ::blush::I got 3 nifty shirts, jeans, which I always need, and this really pretty moulin rouge style dress. Damnit. And a bra! TMI, I know.Yesterday Vic and I spiked a barbies hair and dyed it blue. Wee. Then I did her custom colors on LJ which she liked so :) Hey, has anyone else noticed the type difference? I mean, is the type face different when you update, not in your journal? It's weird and big. It's pissing me off.USPC slave or was just as awful as I thought it would be, hot and dull and gross. I think I have a stomach type flu, although I had a laquado this morning. Oh well.Truly I must goSlim Rocker

16 on my porch

Hi ho hi ho, off to USPC slave labor I go...Apparently, unbenowst to me, I have to go paint and repair shit at this barn for USPC, b/c we use that facility all the time. Shit, it's only going to be a hundred degrees and I STILL have cramps. I just took 4 ib's, but it hasnt even started working and I can't eat anything solid. And mom isn't even going! She's out getting fucking latte or some yuppy shit. Owies.I didn't go to Rock the Creek again, which I feel really bad about b/c I know it means a lot to Tom but I don't know, I feel sick and gross. And he wanted me to come help him babysit his friends kid Adam, but I had to lay on my side and moan until Kris came over. And then I ate to many swedish fish which was stupid b/c I was hungry but full of sugar and cramps and anger. AND EMO!Oh, holy b-gesus, got my report card, good good. I had a 108.3% in english which was nothing but good times, and I got off with a 3.3 gpa. So mom smiled painfully and said 'very good honey.' only it came out 'vrry grrd hrrrney' because she was cleanching her teeth. Ah, well.Maybe if I get dressed and out of my own pity cocoon I'll feel better. Must whiz.manda manda

I am very proud of you.

Ow my cramps, my cramps, they're bitches. I hate them. They went away when I was with tom, and I had only eaten a little bit of lunch today so I had some two pieces of toast and now they're back with avengance. Owie.Today I got an A on my line test, so happy day, math was boring but, you know. Band was good, I am actually liking the songs we are playing. So (holy crap!) I came home and practiced my flute for half an HOUR!I'm going to see kristen tonight... oh to much ADD to write.aMaNdA

Everytime I call the old you...

Uggh, smoke, you smell it FOREVER after- I hate you. I hate you smoke.*****I finally got inspired to change my LJ and I made it custom colors. I am ever so proud of myself. The old blue wasnt dark and emo enough for me. Everyone like them? I should think so.My tummy hurts. Mom made this spaghetti and it was clumpy, but my pregnant sister has raped our food supply so I was forced to eat the salt laden heavy stuff. Uggarh.My dog got shaved and he has these tiny legs and giant fat body. It's funny. He looks like a running suasuage.Almost the weekend,eh? I can't forget to get a study pass for 2nd period study tomorrow. I hate having study in Mr.R's math class b/c I have no friends in that class, and its math. So gross. Plus he wont even let you play cd's and then I can't block out the half witted banter of my so called educational equals. When will the district realize I am a smart child who should in tracked classes? Not math. but Not dumb math like I am. GAAR!Owww my STOMACH! My Hero-in 1963, ronnie biggs robbed a train of 2.6 million pounds [the equivalent of 47 million dollars [USD] today]. then he moved to rio and joined the sex pistols. rio refused to extradite him back to the UK because biggs fathered a kid there and that was it.until now.biggs has just returned to the UK to turn himself in because "i am dying. caring for a weak old man is something i would never put on my family. that is a burden i want to give to britain's penal system.'Oh god, i'm going to bed.sLiM rOcKeR

Floating aimlessly

What were you in a past life?Karma is giving you a second chance. This lifetime, you will have the chance to make a difference, to help or heal, cure or care.Ahh, thank goodness!***Today was....today. I am too weird to write.slim

excuse me, I seem to have misplaced my salamander.

hey ho everyoneI'm sitting here, just got back from flute lesson. I only had 15 minutes though and that was ok. I have to finish practicing my d flat scales anyway. Fuun.Only in 20 minutes i'm going to SF with my dad to a press conference, but normally some of the suits drag their kids along and we all eat the food and hang out. My dad says I should dress nicely, but you know, I should do all my homework and I should be nice to my pe teacher, but hey, the perils of rebellion never scared me. The biggest issue I have w/ the whole thing is if I shall wear my Ataris, Jimmy, or Saves the Day shirt. I have automatically ruled out my Hissyfits shirt b/c I don't want the suits to have a heart attack and spill scotch and soda on their armani suits, you know.Today was uninteresting, as usual, but ok. I seemed to have sprained my thumb in my sleep and i am very interested to know how I did that. It hurts a bit to type and stretch my fingers out but (brave face) i'll make it through. We had a sub in drama and I swear, all the old subs are you kicking the bucket b/c we've had this wave of subs younger than 30. The one in drama was actually ok looking, shock me out of my shell. I've got my lines memorized for 'The Mistake,' which was the line test that was supposed to happen on tuesday. Oh well, I'll wait.Today in french I let my mouth get away with me/ of course, once again. We had to watch this really dumb video of french tards who speak too fast tell us they like Judo and why precisely, only in very rapid advanced french. the opening scene was volley ball, only the chick didn't hit the thing (ball. ball.) and she fell over, at this point Cameron Jones let out a whoop, and after I said 'You just like watching her fall,' Did I realize his volleyball JERSEY on his well formed back. After feeling like a tard for a couple seconds, (me) he turns around and the class goes dead silent because for some reason Camerons-black-mormon-induced-angst always just rubs me the wrong way, and my stupid-jew-induced-sarcasm probably doesn't thrill him either. So anyway, the whole class is silent and he goes, Cam (although I probably have no right to abbreiviate his name in such a personal way)Cam: You know, I was wondering if I should gather the energy to turn around and snap you.Me; Snap? Automatically thinking bra. Cam: (now he just says) Oh my gall. (Which I asumed meant god but mormonism forbids you from takings gods name in vain so I got, oh my gall. Then I though about the gall bladder which made me kind of giggle. Class remains quiet. French gibberish in background.)Me: UhmCam: And you justthinkyoursofunnyandkslnf lsgnlgn kjsD;GH (Ok, ok, I admit it. He was talking so damned fast I caught about 2 words of what he said, oops.)Me: (desperatly needing witty reply, I make my hand into a puppet, hold it up, make the puppet talk and say) Blehblehblehblehbleh. (only if comes out bleeeeh. By now the class has began taking notes and Cameron just turns around. I whack myself on the forehead. Another enemy made without even trying.)But it's not my fault he can't take a fucking joke. They blanched his mind clean and sent him out into the world with a fork up his ass and a screw for a brain.*******I'm a scootch hungry eh? I don't make enemies for nothing! I need carbos damnit!Cameron, cameron, you stupid dumbfuck. Making me want pasta.*******Tom walked me home after school and got me these cool pins that say "I am loved" in a neato font. It sounds cheesy but its funny, really. We came home and no one was really here, and I gave him this book, for english, and we were in the kitchen and he just mashed me up against the counter and kissed me, and it felt so good just finally feeling all butter-fly-ish inside when he kisses me again I just hopped up on the counter and had an impromptu makeout out session. Hehe. the day was NOT a total waste!Well, must fly.Toodles Slim

A big hi-dee-ho to everyone!

If you all haven't noticed, I have created a new journal on the account that I have out grown the terribly dated eighth grade persona of 'spunkygrle.' I know this may upset you all terribly, but there is no time like the present to take change in your hand, grasp it, choke all the life out of it and scream at the top of your pink lungs "I AM NOT A SPUNKY GRLE!"::breath in, breath out::Ok, well. This is my new journal, I hope a fresh start will make it terribly interesting for everyone, and that you all will comment on this so I look ::giggle:: popular!see youSpaz Rocker. Amanda.