Everything looks like Nevada...

Tue, 11 Jul 2006 06:19:49 GMT

Yeeeaaaah...anyway. Most of the crap I have to write ends up in my MySpace. So go there...not here! lol
you know how to find me...

Myrtle Beach!!!
My hair simply CANNOT stay a normal color.
I will buy a SHITLOAD of fireworks.
Steve will not get drunk and throw his pants off the balcony...I hope.
We won't get lost on the way there because of our collective navigational prowess.
GAY DOLPHIN!
My cd WILL have James K. Polk!
MMM and more lies ahead for the four who venture out on their own to seek entertainment of the rarest kind...and to spend one last summer enjoying the blissfully nostalgic atmosphere of the seashore. SHIT, THIS WILL FUCKING RULE!

Wed, 21 Jun 2006 05:38:10 GMT

Last night had to be one of the FUNNEST nights of my life. You heard me...well, sort of.
MMM...

RH playoffs tomorrow...Thank God.

Then I leave Thursday morning.

I still haven't gotten the information packet, so I hope no one tells me to go home when I randomly show up to audition, without having had a chance to practice the music. Balls...

POTATO CANON!!!!!

oh...and I NEEEEED a jaaaaorb.

That was random.

I guess I'm not in any sort of mood that would lead one to believe that I have even an iota of intelligence, but who cares?

Sometimes I think the universe just waits for me to get cocky.

Wed, 21 Jun 2006 05:14:28 GMT

Egon Spengler: You know, we're all descendants from fish. It would be no trouble at all to flip back in time, find the fish you descended from, and stuff it into a Cuisinart.

I have a plan!
No electric shocks, Egon.
Ok...I have another plan.

what's the magic number?

Thu, 15 Jun 2006 10:20:10 GMT

64...
That's how many days are left until I move away. I won't even spend them all here. I'll be gone away for a total of 10 to 12 days, depending upon what happens with band and my brother. I just can't believe that I won't be waking up in Larksville anymore. I've lived here (in NEPA )FOREVER. I don't even know what bothers me about it. I've always said that this place has never been good for me, that it would be best for me to leave and to never come back, but recently, I've discovered that no matter how flawed and twisted this place is...it's my home. And every one of us is attached to his or her home in ways that are beyond explanation. In the midst of this dull, uneventful atmosphere, I've found people about whom I truly care. A year ago, I honestly never thought I would miss this place.
But I suppose this is the best thing for all of us. We'll learn things, certainly.
I just hope I never learn what it feels like to just fall out of touch with people. But, then again, I already have.
I have a lot on mymind right now, but I can't get it out. I guess it's more of a general emotional state rather than a localized problem.
You have a lot of time to think when you are alone.

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The power went out throughout random parts of Kingston yesterday, including inside the Roller King facilities. It was blacker than night inside, and I must say, it was pretty cool just sitting there hanging out, watching the Coughlin boys disobey Ed with complete diregard for the little authority which he possessessssssssss. Then we were forced to vacate the building. Everyone just hung about he place like flies on shit. It was so shady that even a Kingston cop slowed down to get a better look at what was happening. Finally, we were forced to admit defeat...I mean, just go home.

My DVDs came...all 27 of them. I stayed up all night watching 5 of them in a row. It was frickin sweet. I think I will be taking a nice, long nap later on in the day, just before open roller hockey in Scranton. Oh, and by the way, if you're not there, "I'll kill ya!" LOL

almost forgot about this one:
Egon: I have to hand it to you Peter: I've never seen anyone do that to a man's pants before.

Not much else right now. I guess I'll hang around for a while, though...just in case anything exciting happens.
<3
Boo-yah!

one of my favorite bits of dialogue...

Wed, 14 Jun 2006 13:16:30 GMT

Egon: Transtator?
Peter: Check.
Egon: Field generator?
Peter: Check.
Egon: Ionization decay meter?
Peter: Check.
Egon: Plasmatic refractor? Anti-Ectoplasm destruct mechanism? Bipolar adjustor?
Peter: Check, check, and [yawn] check.
Egon: Transwarp drive?
Peter: Check.
Egon: AH-HA! Caught you! We don't have a transwarp drive.
Peter: If we don't have one, then it can't malfunction. If it's not malfunctioning, then nothing's wrong. And if nothing's wrong, then it checks, right?
Egon: I'm not going to talk to you again for at least a week. It's not good for me.
Peter: Hey, don't make fun. This is how I got through college.

Tue, 13 Jun 2006 16:00:32 GMT

"It is better to open your eyes and say you don't understand than to close your eyes and say you don't believe."

"Every accomplishment large and small begins with the same decision: I'll try." --Ted Key

"I have missed more than 9,000 shots in my career. I have lost almost 300 games. On 26 occasions, I have been entrusted to take the game-winning shot...and I missed. I have failed over and over and over again in my life. And that is precisley why I succeed." --Michael Jordan

"See that chandelier? It's given me an idea. I want you guys to wait until I..."
"Just hold on, Peter. You plan to swing from the chandelier because it's something you've always wanted to do. Well, for once, what you want to do is exactly what I've always wanted to do!"
"Hey, be my guest, Egon, if it means that much to you."

Mon, 12 Jun 2006 08:19:04 GMT

"The whole course of human history may depend on a change of heart in a single, solitary, even humble individual. For it is within the soul of the individual that the battle between good and evil is waged and ultimately won or lost." --Henry David Thoreau

"We could learn a lot from crayons: some are sharp, some are pretty, some are dull, some have weird names, and most are different colors, but they all have to learn to live in the same box."

Imagination is more important than knowledge in knowledge is limited, but imagination encircles the world. To see with one's own eyes, to feel and judge without succumbing to the suggestive power of the fashion of the day, to be able to express what one has seen and felt in a trim sentence or even in a cunningly wrought word...is that not glorious? When I examine myself and my methods of thought, I come close to the conclusion that the gift of imagination has meant more to me than my talent for absorbing absolute knowledge." --Albert Einstein

"IT TOOK ME A LONG TIME NOT TO JUDGE MYSELF THROUGH SOMEONE ELSE'S EYES." --Sally Field

Sun, 11 Jun 2006 06:52:31 GMT

"You can never know everything, and part of what you do know will always be wrong--perhpas even the most important part. A portion of wisdom lies in knowing this. A portion of courage lies in going on anyway." --Robert Jordan

"Some wounds never heal; they just stop bleeding." --Jacqueline Delisle

Fri, 09 Jun 2006 13:00:57 GMT

Every human person should have at least one important thing to say every day, even if that one important thing has already been said by someone else. I have a lot of important things to say this morning--a morning I must endure after experiencing a sleepless night--but I find that the great men and women who have come before me say them best, and I shall not attempt to destroy the integrity and the beauty of these messages by defiling them with my own words.

"The comfort of having a friend can be taken away, but not that of having had one. Let us therefore make the best of our friends while we have them; for how long we shall keep them is uncertain. He that has lost a friend has more cause of joy that he once had him, than of grief that he is taken away." --Seneca

"In childhood, we live under the brightness of immortality--heaven is as near and as actual as the seaside. Beside the complicated details of the world stand the simplicities: God is good, the grown-up man or woman knows the answer to every question, there is such a thing as truth, and justice is as measured and faultless as a clock." --Graham Greene, The Ministry of Fear

"Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you allows your soul room to grow. Never expect to outgrow loneliness. Never hope to find people who will understand you, someone to fill that space. An intelligent, sensitive person is the exception, the very great exception. If you expect to find people who will understand you, you will grow murderous with disappointment. The best you'll ever do is to understand yourself, know what it is that you want, and not let the cattle stand in your way." --"White Oleander" by Janet Finch

"About suffering, they were never wrong, the old masters: how well they understood its human position; how it takes place while someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along." -WH Auden

"Why don't you just sit down, close your eyes, and invent your own world? When you were little, you did--even with your eyes open." --Axel Hacke, Little King December

And here's a little something of my own.

Two roads diverged in a wood. I may not have taken the road less traveled by. Actually, I followed the same path that may had taken before me, the same path that had served the same purpose for hundreds of years. However, on this trodden path have I left my mark. I have left behind the seeds of my experience: I have planted my own personality within the foliage of the familiar route so that, when the time comes for another like myself to begin his journey, he will not be merely following the steps of the forgotten scholars of the past; he will be following in mine as well. And this shall stand out through what I have provided for him. I hope that someone notices my flowers some day--that someone picks them up and takes them home, plants them in his garden, and looks back on his journey with happiness...and never once thinks of me.

<3

Thu, 08 Jun 2006 23:32:28 GMT

Well, we all know that it is over. But for many of us, the fact hasn't really settled in yet. That changed for me a few nights ago. I finally understood what was happening and that I had absolutely no control over any of it. High school has ended, and now it is too late to change the mistakes we have made--too late to reconcile our differences and too late to regain the confidence of those friends whom we have lost. I started to look back on what I had done in high school and on the choices I had made. I'm starting to think that a lot of them were pretty poor choices. I had a big mouth. I said a lot of things that I never even meant, and I was never able to repair those situations affected by my ignorance. I never thought about how someone else might interpret my words, about how not everyone sees things the same way. i only thought about things as I understood them to be. I was selfish and conceited, and I was also thoroughly depressed with my life and on medication for over a year. I alienated my best friend over something stupid without even meaning to because I was ignorant of her feelings. I wasn't a good friend in many ways, but she always was. But this isn't the movies, and things don't magically fix themselves once you say you're sorry. Sometimes things get lost forever. But the pain will never go away. I will have to live with guilt and regret for the rest of my life, and I have only myself to thank.
My actions in high school also alienated me from my other friends. I offended them merely with my personality, with certain topics of conversation, with ME. I guess they really never liked me anyway, but they were nice enough regardless. I never really belonged anywhere in high school, and that was all my fault. I could have acted differently, and there were many times when I probably should have. However, if I had done so, I would have hated myself for it. I would have been putting on a grand facade for all the world to love and for me to loathe. I would have sacrificed myself simply for the respect of people that I will probably never see again. I may have made a lot of mistakes, but they were my mistakes, and they came about because of who I was at the time, and I will never deny that I was that person, or that I had done those terrible things, because denying my former self would be denying the person that I have become today. I may not be proud of much of what I had done, but I did it. That's how we learn, and no matter how painful those learning experiences may be, we are better off because of them. No one can tell me anything different because by now, I should know that failure is the best teacher--the best preparation for success.
A few nights ago, I started believing that I really didn't have much left to take away from high school, but now I know what I do have. I may not have all the friends that will last a lifetime, but I have other things that will last much longer. I don't think I need to say what those things are.
And, most importantly, I have LOVE.

Good Night
and Good Luck.

Elise '06

Mon, 29 May 2006 21:16:56 GMT

random picture time!!!

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doug jones!

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before prom next to the matching tree...

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sexy hat time

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ivory is da bomb...i look severely messed up

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tim and stacy...sideways

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we got mr holmes! and mr faust...

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"omg we're all gonna die!"

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smiles and michele

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it looks like tim had some horrible tanning accident lol

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maybe the flash was a little too bright...or maybe you're just on "high on crack"

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for once i actually look nice

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we take such wonderful pictures

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da boys

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i actually have nothing to say about this picture lmao

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psych class is only fun when riding lee ellis

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kinney begins his modeling career

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pretend he isn't sideways...it's more dramatic

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that's the money shot

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that ended his modeling career

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fiesta time!

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i just thought this was flippin sweet ;)

Thu, 18 May 2006 17:16:42 GMT

As if the thought of the speech didn't horrify me enough, I know have to deal with the fact that I may not be allowed to give my speech because I suck so much at public speaking. Tomorrow, i will be given the final verdict. Either way, no matter how well it is written, it's going to blow because I'm not going to be able to deliver it properly. I guess this is just one more thing I've fucked up.
We won in a shoot-out yesterday. I almost broke my sternum. It was hardcore.
I'm going to edit my speech again today. I hope it is not in vain.

I slept for 10 hours.
My nose is bleeding.
I still smell bad.

Tonight is the awards thing. None of my friends are going. It will be very boring.
I think I'm going to post some pictures soon.

I'd rather take a shower first.

This is the first (thing I remember)
now it's the last (thing left on my mind)
afraid of the dark (do you hear me whisper)
an empty heart (replaced with paranoia)
where do we go (life's temporary)
after we're gone (like new years resolutions)
why is this hard (do you recognize me)
I know I'm wrong (but I can't help believing)

I'm so lost
I'm barely here
I wish I could explain myself
but words escape me
it's too late
to save me
you're too late
you're too late

You're cold with disappointment
while I'm drowning in the next room
the last contagious victim of this plague between us
I'm sick with apprehension
I'm crippled from exhaustion

Wed, 17 May 2006 02:06:08 GMT

The Latin final doesn't really matter. None of them do.
I went to the mall for lunch with Jude, Josh, and Kinney. Jude had to go to work, but the rest of us went to the coal breaker. It was awesome.
I so owned that shaft.
Game tomorrow against Valley West.

I should write my speech now.
Actually, I should have written it last week, but that's over lol.

<3 peaceeeeee

Sun, 14 May 2006 19:06:01 GMT

Maybe the Looters will win today...
I doubt it, but it's a nice thought.

Thu, 11 May 2006 23:42:45 GMT

Little drops of rain whisper of the pain, tears of loves lost in the days gone by.
My love is strong, with you there is no wrong,
together we shall go until we die. My, my, my.
An inspiration is what you are to me, inspiration, look... see.

And so today, my world it smiles, your hand in mine, we walk the miles,
Thanks to you it will be done, for you to me are the only one.
Happiness, no more be sad, happiness....I'm glad.
If the sun refused to shine, I would still be loving you.
When mountains crumble to the sea, there will still be you and me.

I can't believe we made it. That sounds so corny, but somewhere in the back of my mind I thought I'd be in high school forever, with nothing about which to worry except the trivial, superficial woes that befall one in that stage of life. I thought I would never have to go away, never have to leave behind the ones I love only to venture into a cold, heartless world teeming with the unknown. As I think about it, I'm led more and more to the conclusion that we aren't kids anymore. Well, maybe that's a lie. We have three months left to be kids--three months until all the things that we love to do turn into mere memories, ghosts of the past that shall haunt us with regret and nostalgic melancholy for the rest of our lives. Perhaps that is the reason for all of the tension and anxiety we have felt. Perhaps, though excited, one fears losing a part of oneself through this whole process. It just dawned on me that I literally will never see some of these people again in my entire life. I'll never hear their voices again, and I will never again have the opportunity to reconcile with Chelsea. I'll probably never see her again after graduation, and no one can fathom how much that thought hurts me. When one loses a friend, things are never the same. No matter how close other people may be to one in the future, one can never forget her first true friend--the one who showed her how to be a friend and care about more than just herself. One can never forget all the late nights and the good times, laughing as if the sun would never set, as if we would never grow old and live in the moment for eternity. Not a soul could endure that loss unscathed. I know I haven't.
I'll be so far away from all of my friends. Jude and Doug are going to Scranton, Kinney will be in New York, Matt will be in Florida, Kevin will be at Wilkes, and I'll be no less than 5 hours away from any of those places. I can't believe it, but I'm probably going to cry a lot during the summer. I'm going to miss everyone. I swore to myself that I wouldn't cry because I believed that those who cried at graduation were always insincere. Yet again, I was wrong in my assumption. I'll cry because between August and Christmas, I won't be able to see Jude. I won't be able to hold him in my arms. We won't be able to play hockey or watch the worst movies ever made, and there will be no more midnight excursions to Wal-Mart. My life is going to be completely different, and as much as I want to get away from home, I'm scared because I know I will miss so many things and so many people.
Today was the last day of high school ever. Then what does that make tomorrow?

I'm so glad that I went to the Prom this year. I had fun in ways I've never had it before, and I saw things that I hadn't seen before. I'll never forget how handsome Jude looked nor how beautiful he made me feel. He made me feel like I was the most important person in the world. He has a way of doing that to me when I'm not expecting it. After a while, I didn't care about all the other people dancing around us because he made me feel like we had the floor to ourselves. No regrets. No regrets.

I'm in my house all alone right now. My parents left to see my brother at 6 in the morning, and my grandmother had to take me to school. We did absolutely nothing all day, except sign shirts, of course. I also signed Jude's pants. The scent of Sharpies permeated the building as every single student attempted to fill the vacancies on his or her shirt. I became pretty ill during Mod 2, but I managed to make it through the day without falling on the floor, curling up into a ball, and wanting to kill myself because of the immense pain. We were called to the auditorium at the end of Mod 3 to pick up our graduation stuff. I had a ridiculous argument with Mr. McDermott concerning whether or not I had paid the fees--an argument which almost led to my suspension because I was "talking back to a teacher." I think I had a right to be upset that I was being relayed between two ignorant people who had somehow in two days managed to lose over 100 dollars submitted in a bright blue envelope with my name emblazoned on it in 2-inch letters. He wouldn't listen to me, so I had to go into the office to resolve the problem, where the lady to whom I handed the envelope started flipping out at Mr. McDermott because she obviously knew that I had handed the envelope to the office. And then some kids got into a fight, and there was bloodshed. If only I had been there. People were screwing around in the parking lot all day. They were playing catch and enjoying the day. I took some meds when I got home and fell asleep.

I love you.
I'll never let go.
"Let's make this last forever..."

One more Zeppelin song:

Then as it was, then again it will be
An' though the course may change sometimes
Rivers always reach the sea
Blind stars of fortune, each have several rays
On the wings of maybe, down in birds of prey
Kind of makes me feel sometimes, didn't have to grow
But as the eagle leaves the nest, it's got so far to go

Changes fill my time, baby, that's alright with me
In the midst I think of you, and how it used to be

Did you ever really need somebody, And really need 'em bad
Did you ever really want somebody, The best love you ever had
Do you ever remember me, baby, did it feel so good
'Cause it was just the first time, And you knew you would

Through the eyes an' I sparkle, Senses growing keen
Taste your love along the way, See your feathers preen
Kind of makes makes me feel sometimes, Didn't have to grow
We are eagles of one nest, The nest is in our soul

Vixen in my dreams, with great surprise to me
Never thought I'd see your face the way it used to be
Oh darlin', oh darlin'

I'm never gonna leave you. I never gonna leave
Holdin' on, ten years gone
Ten years gone, holdin' on, ten years gone

Wed, 19 Apr 2006 01:29:53 GMT

Though I can't wait until the day when I can tell several foes to fuck themselves harder than they have ever fucked just about everything with a penis, I must say that going to college will be a bit depressing for me as well. I'm going to miss the few friends that I had in this area, but I've known all along that I'd never be able to stay here forever. We had to grow up someday, right? Then nostalgia kicks in...
This will be the most incredible summer anyone will have ever experienced!
Besides, anything has to be better than last summer. I guess that's the only drawback to this coming summer: My brother won't be there to enjoy it with me. He won't be there to see me off to college. We won't get to play catch again before I leave. He won't be there to teach me how to drive. I think that is the reason why I haven't gotten my license yet. They probably wanted him to teach me that badly. I'll drive someday, boys...someday. I say that with confidence because I have no girlfriends anymore. That makes me sad. I can't talk to anyone about those things that girls talk about.

I swear that my pants say Drabish...

ROller HocKEy!!! tomorrow 6 pm
Where are my wheels?!?
PENIS!
I'll still be better off than poor McAnus.

ICEHOCKEYGAMEFRIDAY6PMATPITTSTON!
AND THERE'S ONE SATURDAY TOO.

CAPS ARE COOL.

AND AWAY I GO!

<3

Fri, 14 Apr 2006 02:21:47 GMT

MmmMm
Easter Break is amazing.

First roller hockey game was disappointing.
Things should go much better next week.
P.S. Our goalie blows: 8 goals in one period...

My new wheels will be sexxxy and hott pink!
except for the back
they didn't have the right size in pink lol

The Run for the Argents was interesting. Doug was actually running, and we saw a few people sneaking away before it ended. Jerry Springer took our picture.

Tonight's menu:
Bowling with a side of midnight roller hockey!
Price: YOUR MONEY

<3

Sat, 08 Apr 2006 00:48:33 GMT

HO!

is it 16 days now?

mmmm

Fri, 17 Mar 2006 01:46:17 GMT

jerseys are so here

Bio test went pretty well

NLE wasn't bad

listened to Mrs. Fisher talk about her trip to Italy for 45 minutes

didn;t have band stuff , so I had another study hall

movie in theology

kevin thought a shawl was a mammal

owned the psych test

ROLLER HOCKEY practice at center street tomorrow
i don't want to go all the way to dallas
POOP
anyway, should be hardcore

anything goes tomorrow
except low rise jeans
they don't go, you know

i am so going to ride you!
;)

Mon, 13 Mar 2006 04:22:47 GMT

DESERT!!!

Mon, 13 Mar 2006 04:22:07 GMT

Once again, a sweet weekend has escaped us all, and now we must continue to wallow through the mire that has become the foundation of our mundane lives, until one fine day in May, our shackles may be shattered into a thousand shards of bliss, slashing through the flesh of our high school days to reveal what lies beneath our respective skins.

Anyway, Jude and I went to the BOR game on Friday night, only after purchasing a random inhaler that almost made me barf. Mr. Faust and Mr. Vesek were there selling tickets. The game blew. Nothing exciting happened, O'Reilly frickin annihilated the other team, and some retard smashed me in the head with a crutch. No, he wasn't really retarded, though the term "retard" is subject to interpretation. I think we played some hockey after that, watched some TV, didn't break anything. Wait! We did go to Dick's to pick up some hockey balls, and we somehow ran into Gary Lambert, Mike Sgarlat, and their huge flippin posse that wanted to ravage the store with us. Though that would have been fun, we decided to play some wiffle ball and hockey into the wee hours of the morning. I struck out Steve like a billion times. For sho'

Saturday was crazy. I had to get up at 9 30 to make practice at 10 30. I was still late because I couldn't find the physical paper. I ran around the block a few times right after I woke up to actually wake myself up, but that actually worked to my disadvantage because upon arriving at Hollenback, I was immediately harangued by someone about not exercising/warming up and running, even though I was obviously stretching by the benches and about to tell her my morning fiasco. I had to run to a tree and back. I guess that was pretty cool. Practice went pretty well. However, I had to use a really heavy bat on that zipline thing, which is probably why I was always under it, but nonetheless I'm going to work on swinging level jsut in case I'm getting into a bad habit. I remember that happened after I had broken my collarbone and was finally able to play again. My shoulders are still messed up: My right shoulder is slightly higher than my left. I know that was a huge problem back then. No biggie. I liked the practice because we were constantly moving, but it tired me out, so I had some Little Caesar's cheese bread and fell asleep watching a random basketball game. I woke up quite alarmed at ten after three because we were supposed to have practice for roller hockey at 1 00. I quickly gathered my belongings and headed to the Kingston tennis courts on a hunch. No one was there, but as we were driving away we found them in a peculiar parking lot that I had seen so many times before. I felt really awkward pulling into the area, but the feeling soon subsided, and the hockey fun began. We had a shootout for really no reason. My team lost. POOP!
After that, Deats took his net away, and the four of us (Me, Jude, Steve, and Cory) pranced back to Jude's house to chill. We also swiped some money from the Jersey Fund and bought desert at Boston's.
The lady thought we were a little weird because we just ordered the desert with no drinks or meals, but she forced some water upon us. We got no pitcher, though, which angered me. An extremely gay man works there. WOOO lol They got our breadstick order at the end wrong, so we finished them all before we left even though they were take out. Cory tried to throw the bag containing the sauce at Jude, but somehow he ended up covered in it. Steve thought we were going to get arrested and was quite miffed.
Then we went back to Jude's house for some hockey in the street. We painted the net green before playing, leaving an odd outline in the middle of the street and not having enough paint to completely cover the PVC. Cory's shady friends wanted to play jailbreak, so we obliged. While waiting for a few stragglers, we shot around. Someone found a puck. Jude shot the puck. It hit the door. Glass shattered, and people scattered, and we were left to clean up our impending doom. I flipped out. I went home crying because I thought for some reason that I'd never be able to see Jude again.

I saw him again today, so we all know how that turned out. :)

I went shopping this morning with my mother and my grandmother. I guess I needed nice clothes. Now I have them AND a stomach full of Dino's pizza. I guess now it's a toilet full of Dino's pizza. Anyway, while we were eating, I told my family that a lot of gay people hang out at Dino's, and sure enough, as I spoke, a gay couple pranced on into the dining area hand-in-hand. Then another one came in 5 minutes later. That was pretty sweet.
Jude called at 5 30 or so, saying that people were playing baseball by his house. I was like WOOOOOSH over there before 6. That was an awful sentence. I care not.
By the time I had arrived, no one was playing. POOP
We shot around some more.
I met the new dog. Thor hates it lol.

Half-Day Friday!!!

Research paper due Tuesday...that sucks.
Well, I have a page or so done already.
No books, though lol

36 days!
I think...

(OUT)

Wed, 01 Mar 2006 06:36:08 GMT

Two months!

The Mardi Gras bake sale was absolutely depressing.
I mean, Chocolate Chip Cookies are hardcore, but not when you have 10 trays of them, in varying degrees of shittiness. Seriously, nobody brought anything else but CC.

Oh well, I enjoyed my 25 cent cookies.

And Kevin's ass may have its own gender, for we discovered today that it has its own identity/personality.

Sister Regina saw me write BONER in giant letters in my notebook.
Oh well, again. lol

I wonder how Kinney's marriage project went lmao.

I find that I'm not really saying anything important.

Holmsie wasn't there again.
SHADY...

It's only Wednesday.
Where the fuck is the snow?

Can't wait for the weekend.
It's like a little preview of summer and how totally carefree our lives will be. Yet every Sunday night that door is shut on you, to be once and for all opened in the middle of May.

Can you say craaaayyyzy senior parties???

Who else wants to blow off Dorney and prance over to Hershey to take advantage of some sort of group rate?

I know the answer to that already...
NOT WITH YOU lol

I think I'm done babbling like Kevin's ass
?
?

Night

Fri, 24 Feb 2006 03:03:02 GMT

Well, Mr. Holmes isn't dead, though he appeared pretty close to dying a few days ago. I wonder what shady meds are making him all wonky.
I love how the crazy senior meeting proved that regardless of how the class votes on a trip, we will always end up at fucking Dorney. I say we skip that and take a massive herd to hershey park and get their discount because Dorney is gay.
INTP all the way!! We "ingenious problem solvers" must stick together! lol

I was so disappointed that we didn't get to have one of our deep Latin group conversations today, though Kinney, Gina, and I all shared the same book, which probably irritated Mrs. Fisher considering our books were in the back of the classroom the whole time. MMM that class sucks so much lol.

History test tomorrow on Oppy and crew ;)

Marriage project!!!
Time for some trailer insurance!

We are so screwed for the AP Psych exam!
Sometimes I wish we had a real teacher for that class, and more often do I wish that we could learn something other than the fact that half the people in the class have a 4th grade vocabulary.

WHO WANTS PENIS CAKE?

Kevin almost went at it with Kinney again today. One of these days there is going to be this amazing brawl, and Kevin will end up face first in a garbage can without pants on.

I never got those Physics notes from Deats.
Oops...
yeah right

The Olympics are cool.

I really have nothing to say.

ROLLER HOCKEY SATURDAY!!!!

MMMM
Jude bought Schlosser's stick for me. I love it, but not as much as I love Jude. <3333
That stick will rape so many pucks this spring.
You watch!

hehe

Later...

Thu, 23 Feb 2006 04:03:21 GMT

The weekend is long gone, but it was awesome and deserves mention.

Hoban lost to the Wolfpack.
Awesome fights and a great game, nonetheless

Bazaar at Jude's old school.
I lose!
Derek/his mom win!

Mortal Kombat...old school!

Steve scratching his balls...

Waking steve up at 3 am to take me home and fearing for my life as he staggers about looking for his keys (and scratching his nuts)...

I hope this weekend contains as much excitement.

MmMmMmM

Sat, 11 Feb 2006 23:02:00 GMT

Forget the past. Forget the future. I only have today.

The past is over, and it doesn't matter anymore because you can't change it or what it did to you, so it is useless to brood over it. The future is useless because you may not have one, and even if you do, you don't know anything about it. The future thinks you're an idiot, and it's probably right lol. So here is goodbye past and goodbye to all those people from my past. They shouldn't matter to me anymore. I should just let things go because the way I'm taking this is making my life worse, and I don't need that. I'm so happy with now. Why do I need anything more? Maybe I'm just selfish. I don't know.

Anyway, enough of that crap.

I had an awesome time this week, though my Psych presentation didn't go as planned. Of course, I knew it would be funny, but because I didn't think before acting, I did something stupid. What else is new?
Anyway, the day got better. I was supposed to go to practice on Thursday, but I really didn't feel like being around some assholes for an hour, so Jude and I went to get shitty cookies, ICE CREAM (mistake!), and a pizza. Then we were home.
Fridays are sexxxy. I had to fix some girl's dress for the semi in photoshop because she was exposed, and the computer was really slow. I felt pretty gay doing that lol. Anyway, my mom picked me up after that, and I called Jude to see if he was ok. Indeed, he was better than okay. I went to his house. We were going to play hockey at the pond, but some shady people parked down there, so we were like "No, bitch!"
I lost my pants on the way there...seriously.
I got all messed up from being in a room whose atmosphere consisted of two whole cans of axe and cat hair. That was not fun, but it was in a way because I won the Axe fight, but I guess I lost in the end. Anyway, we spent some time watching the opera man on the Olympics.
Old pictures are cool.

Then I had to go home because it was late. I wonder what tonight will hold. Maybe some hockey this time!

I still haven't showered. Maybe I should go do that.
Party hard.

"I think I have a little bit of breast on my face."
"That was so weird. The air went up my pants, but when I got up, the backs of my legs touched my other legs, and it was really cold."

I have "ASIA" written across my entire lower leg.
You can't beat that!