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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