Btw, before I forget: in all fairness, Jacob didn't really suck today. He me gave the dollar that he promised me, and he was his usual entertaining self.That is all.
posted by Stephanie at 12:58 AM

So my J-man is a trooper (not Jacob). He is one of my friends that don't suck today because he actually likes me. So, yeah, we went to see X2 (which soo completely rocked!!!) and we totally chatted and it rocked. Go J-man, you don't suck!
J-man rocks because he can just make your day. In my opinion, my day, up until talking to J-man, was shit. But he's got a knack for making stuff not suck anymore. Mad props to J-man for making it a sunshine day. Peace out, yo.
posted by Stephanie at 12:48 AM

Oh, btw, all of my friends suck for having plans and not inviting me and making me feel like crap, right along with my parents (do you think it's a conspiracy?), with the exception of Emily. Emily, in fact, rocks because she told me about some party tonight. If she didn't have to be elsewhere, she would be there with me tonight because she rocks; unlike some other people I know. :(
posted by Stephanie at 5:31 PM

I don't get to go anywhere tonight! Thank fucking no one it's Friday! Arrggghh! Okay, so, it's Friday and everyone I know is going out tonght. People tell me all the time that my parents don't know how good they have it, and it's fucking true! I don't sneak out; I don't smoke anything; I don't abuse any drugs; I don't use any illegal substances; I love my family; I'm polite in polite company, and even most of the time in impolite company; I've never been drunk. I'm good to my family and my friends's parents love me. My parents hear more, "She's such a good kid" and "She's such a nice girl" that the fact that they don't think so, is bordering on ridiculous. So, I don't get to go out tonight, and for no good reason at all. I'm seriously pissed. I don't understand them. So, my room is a disaster area and sometimes i don't do my homework; I can say that I am a good and decent considerate person who cares about the people and the world around her. I'm a success at being a worthwhile person, and shame on my parents if they don't realize that! They suck!
You know, the most adventurous thing I'd even be doing this evening is going to a party; where, as a personal rule(because I'm not a skank), I wouldn't even be fucking anybody (maybe making out), which is not even close to what I could be doing.
posted by Stephanie at 3:53 PM

bubbles actually came to school today! Whoohoo!
posted by Stephanie at 2:23 PM

I am a TA with no one to TA for, damn it! So, right this very minute there is really nothing better to do than blog.
posted by Stephanie at 1:36 PM

I am a TA with no one to TA for, damn it! So, right this very minute there is really nothing better to do than blog.
posted by Stephanie at 1:36 PM

Nothing really cool happened today. Alex was nice enough to bring me lunch because he rocks, but that isn't out of the ordinary of his character. My mom bought me a Mustang hat, with the script font "Mustang" embroidered on the front and a "running mustang" logo embroidered on the back, while we were waiting for the parts guy to finish processing my new wheel. Then my mom and I took a walk around the lot to see if there was a Cobra on-hand. We learned that Lithia Ford of Concord is not an SVT dealer and that we'd have to go to Walnut Creek for the nearest location of an SVT dealer (in case anyone cared). We saw a couple of Roushes that were less than what was paid for my Mustang and I was terribly disappointed not to ind a Saleen on the lot :( . Then I went home and proceeded to take a nap because I still feel like crap. Whoohoo! fin.
posted by Stephanie at 10:56 PM

Guess how many friggin couples I hang out with. Seven. There are seven couples and only ten of us single folks left. the pressure's on all the time for the single people to couple-up. It sucks. It's not that there is a thing wrong with Trevor by any means, he's just not the boy for me. I don't get why that's so hard for people to grasp.

Mrs. Allan wasn't at school today. I have a feeling she just might have been doing everyone a favor. My favorite pot-head didn't do the Gatsby project, so he ditched and Jacob wasn't there. Spaztastic, Wes, and I just kicked it. We had an assignment involving a series of statements concerning the concept of freedom upon which we were supposed to opine. Spaztastic was having a series of spaz attacks and Wes tried to convince me that the only way to be free was drugs and that being really fucked up was the way to truly enjoy life. He was all like, "If Alex was here, he'd back me up." and I was all, "I'm sure he would." It's just kind of sad. The funniest thing happened; Jennifer and Nate-dogg, J_dogg's best friend, got into a heated argument about Country vs. Rap music. Jennifer supported Country with the fact that "It's just the most All-American thing.Blah blah blah bah blah." And Nate dog countered with " It's my opinion [that rap music is better]." I would have thought that he could throw something in about how, as an American, he enjoys his American right to listen to, and enjoy hearing, Tu-Pac exercise his All-American right to free speech as granted by the First Amendment of the Constition's Bill of Rights that our forefathers so wisely found right, just, and fitting, to ensure to the citizens of a Democratic society striving towards the ideals of Democracy while trudging through Capitalism; and he might have remarked that Capitalism has more to do with country music than Patriotism; and he might have questioned what in her pretty little balloon of a head made her think that her choice in supporting Capitalism was any better than his chice to fund Capitalism. he's always just scratching the tip of the iceberg. Too bad.
posted by Stephanie at 7:14 PM

So, ya know, naps just plain rock! I woke up from one at 8:50 and I'm going back to bed at 10:00. That's some good stuff. Tomorrow is when the Gatsby project was due for Mrs. Allan's class and I've called Spaztastic twice, but he hasn't called me, so, whatever. For all I know, he re-did the whole thing, which would only really take about a half an hour for an exceptional job; so, if he did, score!

I ran into Sada today after school (figuratively, of course). We had a talk and there's just so much crap going on in her life that she had depended on not happening that, as terrible as I feel for her, it reminded me how lucky I am to have a lot of stuff, like, security and stability. I know where I'm sleeping tonight, and, assuming an insignificant possibility of any really devastating, catastrophic event by tomorrow evening, I know where I'm sleeping tomorrow. It's a good feeling. Ahhh, suburbanite bliss and the American dream...
posted by Stephanie at 9:57 PM

This is where Jacob shows off his array of daily grammatical errors.
posted by Stephanie at 5:12 PM

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posted by Stephanie at 5:10 PM

So, today the Mikes (Beaver and Mike or The Mexican) were having a fantastic time making fun of Trevor (a sophomore who was fond of me for a time) again. They always do, and I think I'm the only one that thinks it gets old. Omfg, does it get old! And it was a crappy day all around. First thing this morning, I wake up, my alarm goes off, i turn off the alarm, I go back to sleep, I wake up an hour later having forgot my alarm ever went off, and I have fifteen minutes to get ready to go. Whoohoo! then at about eight this morning, following A period, my former world civ./citizen law teacher was mean to me. Then I had star testing which just was "tha suck".Then Auto shop, the one seventy-five minute bright spot of the day and...we took notes.Just grrr. Then, back to "tha suck"-ness with math that I'm too advanced for and then Physics. Ughh. All the while, I have a headace and my shoulders hurt, and my ears hurt and my throat hurts, but did my mom let me stay home? No. Isn't that just the best? The moral of the story is, don't go to school when you feel like crap. Not that any of that was vaguely interesting to anyone reading this right now, but, oh well.

Give me liberty or give me DayQuil, niether of which I had today.
posted by Stephanie at 4:55 PM

Btw, hi people that aren't that Lamo-riffic loser, Jacob!
posted by Stephanie at 4:08 PM

The following is not me being happy and going all exclamatory with the exclamation points, this is me shrieking at the top of my lungs for everyone to hear in a terribly unhappy manner:

JACOB DOES NOT OWN ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
posted by Stephanie at 4:05 PM

Kris and I spent four hours designing and assemling an coloring our "The Great Gatsby" poster. We finish, I leave his house, I get home and I'm chillin on the phone with Jacob, when I hear "beep". I click over for call waiting and who should it be but Kris! The following ensues:
Kris: "Hi, is Stephanie there?"
Stephanie: "Yeah, what's up? I know I left the extra poster board there, but i'll get it on Wednesday."
K:"What? Oh, yeah. No; I was calling because my dog ripped apart our poster."
S:"What?"(notice the calm lack of exclamation)
K:"I'm not kidding."
S: "No, you're totally kidding! You thought it would be, like, the funniest meanest thing ever to call me up and be like 'my dog ate our poster' !!!!"
K:" No, I'm not. It's like half gone. We have to ask Allan for an extension because there is no way we can get it done by Tuesday morning."
S:" Crap. That's okay, she'll totally give it to us. It'll be fine."
K: "I'll talk to you later."
S:"Okay, bye."

Then I click back over to Jacob:
S:"Hi, I'm back."
J:"Hi *laughs continuously at King of the Hill so I can't tell him yet*"
S:*Waits*
J: *finishes (finally)*
S:" Kris's dog...*interrupted*
J:"*laughs* what?"
S:"Kris's dog just ate our poster."
J: "*laughs hysterically* BLOG IT, BLOG IT, BLOG IT!!! *laughs hysterically, some more*

I said it at 11:35 this morning and I'll say it again; today sucks,damn it. I felt so secure in the fact that my project, that I was given only one week to work on and that was worth almost double the points of my biggest project of the year in that, class was finished. Kris and I both even commented while we were working on it, that if it had been the way it usually was we would have been finishing it at midnight before it was due. This time was different, we were done and satisfactorily so. Whatever. Damn it, I like, never finish anything!
The funniest part of the whole thing, the icing on the cake, is Kris's dad is an English/Drama teacher; so, my English project that Kris and I finished on time at an English teacher's house, was eaten by an English teacher's dog. Doesn't that rock?
posted by Stephanie at 8:28 PM

I did notice the way that the end of my previous sentence looks before I published, and I did leave it that way for comedic value. Although it is in no way suggestive of anything literally.
posted by Stephanie at 10:24 AM

Comment on "Subject the Fourth": tru dat, sistah. Luckily, my melancholy birthday ritual is eight months and six days away, so to the very back of my mind it goes.

On a seperate topic, I'm blogging like a madman because my throat hurts; it sucks
posted by Stephanie at 10:20 AM

Btw, I'm still wondering how Jacob did.
posted by Stephanie at 10:07 AM

So yesterday I drove Jacob to the Magic tournament ( so I bet now you're like, "Ooh, who owns who now!?!") and then went to the Hillsdale mall because it was like way too early for anywhere else, in fact, it was just opening when I got there. While there, I tried on a pair of those white leather platform sneaker Cathy Jean shoes. They were soo comfotable (and on sale! Yeah!) so now they are going to be mine. Anyway, the significance of the shoes is that: every single( no exaggeration) quad-dwelling, straight-ironing, perfectly-arylic manicured, Abercrombie & Fitch/American Eagle/Hollister/(and nothing else)-swathed, absolutely-patriotic girls wear those shoes almost religiously. I've always been a Chuck Taylor kind of girl, no doubt about it. But I've been shopping around, and having gone awhle without rockin' the Chucks, I've found that Chucks don't fit me that well anymore and the Cathy Jeans are the closest to perfect I will find. there is already a list formulating in my mind of the girls from my detailed description of, that after my appearance at school in those shoes, will be like "you got those shoes?" And I'll be like "yeah, they're so comfy!". It's kind of wierd because just a year ago, I would never have gotten those shoes in a thousand years for both social and aesthetic reasons, but now it's just a matter of the fact that they are damn comfy and durable. I mean, I still adore the Chucks with like every pattern and color in shoedom, but they are not comfy. So farewell, my Chuck Taylors.

So, me in Cathy Jean shoes means that one of my best friends in the history of the world, Nami, is gonna flip. She'll exclaim " What are on your feet!?!" and I'll answer, and she'll be like "Dat's cool." The distinctoin is, even if they were the comfiest-shoes-in-the-world-ever on her , she still wouldn't get them because of the social connotation. I think that that is the worst and severest kind of conformity: when you don't know you're comforming - when you would purchase discomfort in the name of being unique, as opposed to comfort in the name of comfort, being the antithesis of "unique" because all of your friends are sharing that same oxymoronic philosophy with you.

Then, I went to my Grandma's house which was okay, then we went to lunch at Elephant Bar, and then went to go hang out at my cousin, Debbie's, house which rocked! I love seeing my South Bay/Maternal extended family because they are just the best people I know and every time it's like an affirmation of character. Seeing them gives me a reason to abstain from doing things like littering or smoking or lowering my standards; it's because they know I'm better than that, that I've always known I'm better than that - that wasn't a statement of arrogance, but of appreciation and gratitude. If God exists, than "blessed" is what I feel by their presence in my life.

Now, it's Sunday morning and I'm supposed to be at church babysitting a handful of pre-k kids during mass with this other chick, but I felt super sick when I got home last night an I still feel crappy and I'm supposed to call Spaztastic to work on Mrs. Allan's Gatsby project, which - knowing us - will take all damn day. *sighs* (Note the absence of exclamation points, even sarcastic ones, within that sentence.)
TTFN!
posted by Stephanie at 10:05 AM