the beginning or halfway to the end or what I dont know!

If this works I might keep putting stuff on here; if not I've already got a last resort: ceruleanskiesanddrpepper.50megs.com

oh hello there.

Hey I dont know why it went to HUMUNGO paragraph format. If it does this again I'll announce the breaks. You know, kinda like those old telegrams.

Dear Sir. Stop.

You are fired. Stop.

Off on vacation tomorrow. Stop.

Have a good life. Stop.

From Boss.

hehe. Anywho, I've just heard the most nasty rumor: that I might have Callesen for BC. EEK! I mean I know Mr. C just as well as anyone. I've been to his house and gave him a picture of a topless woman for his b-day. It's not what you think. I just dont know if I could stand having another year with him, though frankly I'm sorta afraid of "leaving the nest" and going to Eich if he does BC. But its not like I'm gonna call him up or nothing. Though he's the one on Eagle Creek.

I got my eyes dilated today for my eye exam. I forgot HOW COOL THAT WAS! I mean look in the mirror and your pupils are almost all black! Kinda like a puppy but cooler. Except I'm gonn have to get a new set of frames. And I dont know how I'll handle the departure. I've had this one pair on and off for now 8 years (the frames, not the perscription) but now they're beyond reconstruction. WAH! Oh well I hope everyone can accept me for my new threads.

And I know I prolly could have contacts, but I have such bad astigmatism that it's prolly cost way too much.

But now I am off. Dinner be ready.

Red Man on Fire who Maybe be Mr. Lucky who's Drowning in something or something like that

Ok basically those are my 4 and a half somewhat decent lyrics I've come up with. And it's rather liberating. I mean you know how people often resort to a song in times of stress or boredom; it just makes me feel kinda good that I can sing to my own songs that I wrote on my very own. Now I know I'm no Johnny Cash or Elton John or Joni Mitchell or nothing, but I like my songs. Also I haven't the slightest idea on how to write music. All I have to go by is doo-dee-do-doo doo-du-do-dee-do etc. which isn't very halpful when trying to play it. Also I need a guitar. I mean I DO have one technically, but frankly it's my mom's and it looks well, rather feminine. Not thats there's any problem with that, mind you. Just that I don't feel comfortable playing it.

Now I'm asking myself "Why am I even saying this suff?" and frankly I don't know. Just that nothing exciting or interesting has happened this week other then I got a 3 on my AP. which I'm more than satisfied on. But since life isn't coming to me I gotta find it myself.

I'm too mutli tasked. In some way or form I belong to many cliques (spelling?) in our class. It's cool and annoying at the same time, almost like a rock star and they want to hang out with all the pretty people but they have to let everyone backstage because then he or she'd lose fans. Where was I?

I mean I can think of 3 right off the bat. And I'm going to the movies with 2 of them 3 days apart just hoping I don't have to see the same movie. Cuz that would SUCK! I'm not much of a movie person. If I like it I'll say "hey! that was a good movie!" like the Royal Tennenbaums or something and then resume to life. I have not seen the same movie twice on my own will since who knows and I'll only see repeats if they're on TV or something. We haven't baought a video in at least 5 years. Though I love Spaceballs. Dark Helmet. Barf. Lonestar (which is also a good country band by the way). Now that I want to see again.

But I guess what I'm trying to say is that this summer I've had a lot of time to think, which is technically bad cuz we all need to stock up on things to think about so as not to get pummeled by lectures, and it just seems that things seem a lot different then they did in May. Anywho, a pizza sounds good right now. One of my friends is working at Pizza Hut right now I think but hers doesn't deliver to my area so I've gotta find something esle to think about.

Also I'm having dreams set in a school setting again. Which is bad because I see it acroos the street all day long! But no I had a dream that for no reason Jordan Ross comes to my place and just wants to hang out. I don't whether dreams predict the future or are caused by emotional distress or whatnot but I just get some weird dreams.

And maybe that's what's preventing me from getting my permit. I mean I had this dream where I ran over a little girl. It still bothers me as I type this. And this was like 2 years ago. So maybe I'm just a bit scared. But it kinda feels good getting that off my chest, cuz frankly here at the apt I have nowhere to be myself. My bedroom doesn't even have a lock or nothin'. But that's where the bathroom comes in. "The great rulers of this world would get along if they just spent a little more time sitting on the potty" (Space Ghost) Cuz that's the only place in this busy 24-7 demand on demand world where you can't really do anything but think (and read and fugure out whether or not you have enough toilet paper) but taht's a different blog onto itself.

So there's my little point of view of things for today. And frankly tomorrow or Monday will be an entirely different side. Kinda like a circle, except not. (GAH! There goes the math again! AHHH! Stop it! Stop it! No, don't get any closer or else I'll have to resort to my history book or something!) I mean I remember in 8th grade I developed a formula to find the area on any regular polygon, using basic trig and Mathcounts formulas. When math was kinda fun, those were the days.

those were the days.

crap! work here!

Ok so now I've got a blank. Nothingness, and it's driving me nuts.

Blogging. The final frontier. This is the voyage of a to-be UHS junior in a two year voyage to see what can be found in this vast emptyness of white, and to figure out whether or not there is, in fact, prune juice in Dr. Pepper.

The tribbles were cute, though.

Ok yeah. I'm bored.

I have done it! Ok. Cleanj slate. Sunkistmitch was having some weird problem. I would click forn it to publish but it wouldnt transfer it to the web site. Weird, huh? Anywho. I GOT A 3! I'm so stoked. Take that, college board! And if I can get a 3 on politics, imagine what havoc I could wreak. Think about it.