Overslept, woke up, considered briefly (verrry briefly) walking to school, rolled over and slept again.
It's A-mazing! (ha ha Allyson) how easily I can tune Noelle out on the telephone sometimes. She'll just go on and on with me just "Mm-hmm"ing and "Uh-huh"ing...must strive to be more attentive when speaking on phone...
Here are some New Year's Resolutions (in mid-October) that I thought up this morning:
1. Be kind to DJ. Perhaps even call him by his real name.
2. Draw further into my shell of antisocial-ness.
I'm still a little stunned from hearing Amber say in History that she got the job we both applied for. I told her about that job in the first place! Maybe she had good references.
Polish sausage? Ah, Noelle. You do rattle on.
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This LiveJournal never existed 🤫 The entries span 2001-2011. I've added my present-day annotations, and tricked it out in a way teen me could only dream of, using a custom Node pipeline and enough sparkly GIFs and haunted SVGs to choke a dial-up modem. I think she would have loved it. Best viewed on a big screen, with sound: on and mood: exploratory. You are now stepping into the past. Please wipe yr feet. |
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| Oct. 18th, 2001 @ 4:19 pm You people make my ass twitch! | |||
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Current Mood:
 hungry
Current Music:
get up kids, "Ten Minutes"
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| Oct. 26th, 2001 @ 4:39 pm Last night I had a dream we went to Disneyland... | |||
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Current Mood:
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Current Music:
Ataris, "San Dimas High School Football Rules"
Woo-hoo! This afternoon held a pep rally, third this year, also the third that I have managed to escape. Strange, the complete lack of fascist guards patrolling the gates. Noelle, Sophie, and I hopped into Sophie's delightfully unlovely car and squealed home. (That makes sense if you've ever been in Sophie's car. It makes a symphony of discordant dying car noises.) I think it may be trying to tell us something. "Gasp! Death-wheeze! Please, just drive me into a canal and end my misery!!!" At least the CD player works. The thing is, if you're driving at night and have the stereo going, it's virtually impossible to have the headlights on simultaneously. But who cares about safety when you can have Reel Big Fish?
Sophie read me the Declaration of Independence for A.S.S., the Anti-Snelling Society...very necessary in the face of Snelling's racism, ageism and misanthropy. Of course there's nothing wrong with despising people, but those people should by no means be allowed to teach. the new Hot Topic opened recently at our mall...Great! Now little poseur 14-year-old "rebels" can waste all their inflated allowance money at yet another overpriced, low-quality clothing store that supplies the "nonconformist" masses *COUGHdeliberateoxymoronCOUGH* with all their goth and punk necessaries. I'll probably shop there. |
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| Nov. 24th, 2001 @ 3:04 pm (no subject) | |||
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Current Mood:
 enraged
Current Music:
BG feat. Big Tymers & Hot Boyz, "Bling Bling"
There are not words to express how deeply and thoroughly I despise AOL.
But of course Sophie's right. It doesn't matter what we think. Because AOL is a huge, ravening corporate behemoth that's going to outlive us all. At the dusk of Armageddon the AOL-Time Warner conglomerate will stand tall and alone among the heaps of pitiful carrion. Perhaps quaking silently with laughter at the human condition? |
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Hari| Nov. 27th, 2001 @ 4:12 pm Scott Bakula. | |||
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Current Mood:
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Current Music:
A3, "Mao Tse Tung Said"
Yeah. In driver's ed last year we watched this video that featured SCOTT BAKULA. Me, Beth, Jon, Sophie and some others were just sitting there bugging our eyes out and muttering, "Scott Bakula! Scott Bakula!" in between laughing. What is it about that man's name? Scott Bakula...
Today was verrry good. It really surprised me how many people gave compliments on my hair. Yes, indeedy. It was great when I came to lunch and Dav saw me. His trademark sunflower grin spread over his face and he's just like, "Wwwwwwow!" I love my friends. :) After eighth period I saw something very beautiful in the lobby. Then we were outside, walking towards the car lot, and I kept stopping myself in midsentence to say things like, "Miranda, he's so hott!...I can't take it anymore, the sheer overwhelming beauty!" But no. |
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| Dec. 15th, 2001 @ 5:57 pm Doop dee doo, I'm bored. | |||
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Current Mood:
 rejuvenated
Current Music:
Soulcracker, "Waiting"
Maybe I should call Sophie and see if she got her car back as planned. Tonight is not feeling like a good night to be alone. I had some more misgivings about my English-class-switching today. I was actually having fun in there! In German, we'd transformed Jon's "Snowman Tommy" doll into a gay bondage stripper, replete with thick black eyeliner, blue red and black-streaked hair, toga, whip, and dollar bill stuffed into said toga. Then in English I got to snatch Tyler's Chelsie doll, strip her, and put her in a compromising position with Bondage Tommy astride, threatening to "stuff her stocking." Sick, I am. But isn't that somehow better than being normal, and "ew"ing at everything out of the ordinary, like most chicks? Later on, Noelle gave Tommy two facial piercings and a Prince Albert, if you can imagine. I think Tyler got mad, in his weird little Tyler way, at the way I was "molesting" his doll. He's threatening to come to my house and kill my bird. But I know Godfrey could kick his ass! We would've been going to that Soulcracker show tomorrow. Dammit! That coulda been fun. Regardless of the fact that I don't even like Soulcracker that much. It's just been a while since I've been beyond the bounds of our little town. But I've got to get out this weekend. Shopping, most certainly. Me, Miranda, and Dav were sort of halfway-planning to go tomorrow after work. Which would be after the fleamarket has closed. I adore the fleamarket! Such cheap goods, such frightening people. My favorite booth (or whatever you call those things) is the one that sells all the weird CD's. Like Lithuanian folk music and belly-dancing stuff. |
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| Jan. 21st, 2002 @ 6:58 pm Hmm hmm hmm... | |||
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We went to the Yacht Club, Miranda and I...Allyson the Stoic Viking was forbidden to actually speak to us from her exalted life-saving Chair, so we kept whispering her name into the wind, and commenting on how sorry we felt for those poor pitiful lifeguards, foodless creatures. There was this guy there, lounging in his furry cheetah swimsuit (man, he's brave) with his legs spread, staring approvingly at the rather large lump at his crotch. Seriously. He didn't spare a glance to the two girls with him, saving his most ardent stares for his own groin. Pathetic. Every time we passed him, I muttered, "Spread 'em! Spread 'em!" Miranda never caught on. Ha ha!
Umm...also...yestereve we left for Bell Tower...big mistake. We were 20 minutes late for the film to begin with, then we had to drive around for about 10 minutes to find a parking spot. We should have parked on the grass like those model cars, or whatever they were. Scorps6u [7:11 PM]: beef stew.....("My meat is burning!") So we forfeited the Royal Tenenbaums, and ate ice cream at Big Olaf's, where I talked to Serena, a girl from my long-lost childhood...(okay, sixth grade) Then we came back here and watched a heart-stopping epic of teens-and their acne. It was terrif. Yep. Terrif. So we didn't even see the movie. |
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| Jan. 24th, 2002 @ 6:36 pm If I could take a picture of the back of my head... | |||
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Current Mood:
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I would do it. And post it right in here. Because the back of my head looks so very kosher at the moment. All twisty and multicolored and stuff like that.
"Yonder King Maow Is a sad old sight..." No, this is not my stalker journal. Yesterday: (first period, walking out to cars) Sidney: Wouldn't it be nice to see Jon in the parking lot? Jessica: In terms of attractiveness, I'd rather see James. Sidney: What would be even better is finding both Jon AND James out here, kissing between two cars! Jessica: DUDE!!!!! *paraphrased entirely* English could have been very bad today, if not for my outstanding mental facilities. We got this article to read, and instructions to write an essay, "analyzing the author's rhetorical techniques." "Fuck! Fuck! What the fuck is a fucking rhetorical technique! Fuck!" It took me 10 minutes, but I finally scribbled something nonsensical. Looking at the posters in the corner, the ones Sidney and Noelle's class is making, I almost felt homesick. But then again. Except for Sidney and Noelle, the class was full of brainless fucks with no clearly defined thoughts or opinions. Pure grade-three thinkers. I need a car. |
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| Feb. 8th, 2002 @ 4:30 pm Jeezus! | |||
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Do I actually have a date tomorrow night? It's friggen amazing, man! But for some reason it doesn't really feel like a date. I don't know why exactly. I asked James out in a very roundabout way. James told me about the show and said he'd meet me there. That's a date, isn't it? I suppose...even in the event of not meeting him there (which is not really that impossible to imagine) I'd still get to see a4. MAOW!!!! And stuff like that! My bobbie sox are now properly rocked.
Speaking of Maow, Jon hasn't been to school for 3 days. Mark said he's dead, not merely sick, and his father will soon reapply the scorned "Ain't Skeered" sticker to the truck's windshield, the one that Jon himself tore off in a fit of shame and rage. Sidney has said more than once now that if I ever did go out with James I'd just stop liking him. Perhaps it wouldn't even need to go that far.So far, I have discerned all these things that James does NOT appear to be: 1.) The brightest crayon in the box (but still not exactly an idiot) 2.) Sensitive 3.) Caring 4.) Willing to try on my dresses 5.) Impervious to jokes and scenarios involving him and another guy kissing But he is quite the hot, sexy bitch. Maybe if we're mired in a big crowd Friday night, he won't notice me groping his ass. Hmm. |
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| Aug. 25th, 2002 @ 3:38 pm Despite all the tiresome arguing... | |||
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Current Music:
Eagles
last night was a big smelly pile o' fun. Well, the arguing had to do with how no one could just agree on what to do that evening...it turned out that we mostly stayed at Tyler's house, which fortunately is the awesome mecca of home entertainment. I'm not sure how, but after we got pizza, rented a movie (which didn't get watched till later, and not by me either, because of curfew, but thank you anyway, Miranda!)ransacked Tyler's room, (the door was open! and a certain disgusting tape in the vcr! yay!)and ruined some CCR songs on the karaoke machine, people started wandering around outside, namely Soph and Tova, so Jon and I decided to stalk them. Karen and Noelle followed shortly, and we thought Tyler and Jaylen too, but they scuttled away and weren't found until later. So we were just walking the dark streets in Tyler's neighborhood, terrified of cops, terrified of serial killers, blah blah...and happened upon a horror movie scenario in which: I am: smart girl w/glasses who thinks she knows everything, dies in the first movie. Noelle is: quiet new girl to the group who doesn't say much. Dies in the first movie. Jon is: slut/dumb jock guy who always makes bad jokes. Dies in the first movie. (somebody had to be the slut. So we chose Jon.) Karen: combination virgin innocent who doesn't die until the sequel, or virgin innocent who no one suspects could be the real psycho killer with eyes that bug out in a really freaky manner. Your choice. Tyler and Jaylen: two shadiest characters in the plot, drive around suburbia at night in a funky black van, no headlights, thought to be the psycho killers. Are they? Is Karen? You decide!!!! It was funny because Noelle, Jon, Karen, and I were still fumbling about, Tova and Soph as yet unfound, when the funky black van appears out of the night, flashing its headlights...funkily!!! Karen: *chases the van, has strangely scary psychotic expression* Noelle: ..... Jessica: Jon! It's the psycho killers with...um...epilepsy!!!! OH NO!!! Jon: Jessica! This is no time to be talking about their sexual lives! Yeah. It was funny. It was fun! We should do such things more often. In my opinion it's better than driving around the Bell Tower parking lot getting grouchy from a lack of parking spots, then sitting pretty quietly in a theater for a couple hours. Not to say that going to the movies isn't ever fun. I remember when we went to Spiderman and made stupid jokes, and laughed at every ridiculous love scene in it. That was supreme as well. But anywho. Back to the narrative. So then we discovered the errant Sophum and Tova were in the van with the killers. After some more small happenings that I'm somewhat confused about (including those two running around in the dark behind people's houses, risking the cop-calling wrath of Tyler's neighbors) we ended up driving to Brusters. Ahhh, I do love Brusters. I had a root beer float. I don't believe anyone actually had a real ice cream. Not counting the stuff in mine and Tyler's floats. *drifting into a root beer float fantasy* No, no, it's not dirty. But those things are so good! So then in the parking lot we had another funny episode involving dead fetuses in Jon's pocket. I know it doesn't sound funny at all, but you kinda had to be there. Then Noelle and I had to go home while the rest of them watched "Thirteen Ghosts." Woke up this morning, mowed the lawn, cleaned up after my superstinky gorgeous cat, did all the laundry. Sigh. Welp, time to look up apprenticeship programs on the internet! What fun! See you guys later. |
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and all this time i thought you actually listened to me on the phone...ah!! you @#$%&!
HAHA!! but, after all, tis only the first time ive read you're little journal, and the first time ive seen so much written about little moi!
geez...well, it is not the last...muu-hahahaha!!!
Noelle was almost a year younger than the rest of us, and Canadian. I think it was me who brought her into our friend group after inviting her to sit with us at lunch, though she ended up being closer to some of them than me, so who knows. We also had science together. Later on in this story she will save my life. Shortly after, I will be talked into betraying her.
Back to the science class: For one assignment, we paired up to build a two-story model haunted house with a skeleton moat and a roof that lifted off to show the rooms with their tiny oil paintings and furniture. All the other kids made shotgun shacks out of popsicle sticks. Our teacher gave us 200 out of 100 possible points and asked to keep it. Noelle doesn't remember building this house at all, but she's an artist and always making stuff. We're still friends.
All of our words remain as they were: evidence.
This is freaking great!!!
excellent. ass-twitch achieved.