Speaking of Life...

8.4.05

Messy Gym Closet

Aight I'm pretty pissed off because I tried to make one of these gloriously cool posts last night but it didn't work. So now, I am posting, once again.

For today's episode, we will venture further into the topic of the disgusting, filthy, messy, atrocious, just plain nasty gym closet *The middle school gym*. You know, where they store the stuff we hardly ever use, the stuff we always use, and the incredibly random broken equipment. It all started with basketball. I don't like basketball. 1) I'm bad at it 2) it would have chipped my perfectly red nails and 3) well, I don't have another reason, but it sounds better if you say 1,2,3 because if you say 1,2 or 1 or something it sounds stupid. Like, if you only have two reasons, why do I need to know??? Right. Back on track. So Ashley, Sam, Anthony (M.) and me all hate basketball for, most likely, mutual reasons. And if their reasons weren't mutual, then they should have been. We hid behind the door to the closet while the other little gym-ites who like basketball for some insane reason scrambled to get a flat mass of orange rubber. Then we peeked our heads around the door to make sure all the basketballs were gone so that "Oh shucks!" we wouldn't have one to play stinky basketball with! *my totally genius plan* But, little did we know, that when we peeked our heads around the door, we would be almost PARALYZED WITH SHOCK! Yes, my friends, shock. Either a tornado whipped through that place or some sumo wrestler farted and blew everything all over the closet. Random crap was everywhere, and when I say everywhere, I don't really mean everywhere. But in most places. And then I broke the silence and said "MR. YOUNG. THIS PLACE IS DISGUSTING." And he agreed. Then we all had the wonderful idea of us cleaning the closet all period instead of playing stinky, stupid basketball. But of course we didn't say that to him. Actually... yes. We did. Then we spent the rest of 7th period sorting random balls, stacking mats and scooters, throwing things, and folding that humungo parachute. Did you know that our school has a pommel horse? And parallell bars? And all this other crazy cool gymnastics stuff? >>>Dang<<<. Anyway, that's my gym class story.

Well Alexa and Jahnna's play is tonight and I'm gonna try to go!!! And if I can't, GOOD LUCK! And if I can, GOOD LUCK!

Ciao

muchluv<3elise

6.4.05

INSANE-NESS!

Ok there is some seriously insane insane-ness shakin down here. Dr. Sco is giving us two projects, in the same class, one we've had for a while and one we got yesterday. REGARDLESSSSSSSS, they are both due one week from tomorrow, and I think I am going to die. Seriously. I have been working my butt off all night since I got home and it is not fun. I am in such a bad mood right now :-( which is not like me. I'm supposed to be bubbly and happy. Yes, that green is QUITE a happy color, don't you think? I have this new fetish with enlarging and coloring certain words if you haven't noticed.
I finally got my highschool <<<(that is black because black is the colour of evil. and highschool is evil) shedule a couple of days ago :-D I am very nervous about that whole "high school" deal because I am in all honors, and I plan on playing soccer... can you say "NO SOCIAL LIFE WHATSOEVER"??? Dang. Well, Dr.Sco saw it and said "Oooh Elise *ee-leeze* you won't be able to talk on the >>>phone<<< with THAT schedule!!!"
I almost died. Anyway, on to the schedule that you must be almost peeing your pants to hear!!!

***English 9 Honors
***Earth Systems Honors
***Energy and Matter Honors
***Geometry Honors
***Teen Health Issues
***Computer Applications
***901 Physical Education
***902 Physical Education
***Concert Band
***French 2


Ok I'm out like a snail at the Indi 500 * i think i spelled indi wrong* **don't shoot me**
muchluv<3Flolio



5.4.05

Sick

Eeeeew I'm sick. You know, the whole shabang. Stuffy nose, dizzy, stomachache, sore throat, headache... it sucks. And to top it all off, I have to be all overachieve-ish and get ahead on my work. I can't help it, I'm just a nerd like that. Anyway, I'm in the middle of my essay on the Harlem Rennaisance... it's not THAT bad... kind of interesting. I missed those retarded mastery tests today. I have no idea why we have to take them again in the spring I mean come on. That's just plain stupid.
Right I know a loooooooong time ago I tried to make a book review thing and then I kinda stopped... well first I got too busy to write about it. Then I got too busy to read. But seeing as I'm sitting on my butt being a germ factory, I now have time.

Book: Catalyst
Author: Laurie Halse Anderson

Ok I like LOVE this author. She is soooo cool and I think she only wrote two books so far. And I have them both :-D So this is kind of a sequel to Speak (also super wicked good) but you don't have to read that one for this to make sense, but there are some little things that tie the two stories together. It's just cool to be able to see those so... yah. Right.
I'm not finished with this book yet, but almost. It's soooooo good. Alrightskie I'll type the summary on the back of it.
"Meet Kate Malone-straight A science and math geek, minister's daughter, ace long-distance runner, new girlfriend (to Mitchell "Early Descision Harvard" Pangborn 3), unwilling family caretaker, and emotional avoidance champion. kate manages her life by organizing it, as logically as the periodic table. She can handle it all-or so she thinks. then, things happen like a string of chemical reactions: first, the Malones' neighbors get burned out of their own home and move in. Kate has to share her room with her nemesis, Teri Litch, and Teri's little brother. The days are ticking by and she's still waiting to hear from the only college where she's applied: MIT. Kate feels that her life is spinning out of control-and then, something occurs that truly blows it all apart. Set in the same community as the remarkable Speak, Catalyst is a novel that will change the way you look at the world."

Trust me it's totally awesome. You guys have to read it. Anyway, I'm out. Gotta blow my nose :'( cry for me :'(

MuchLuv<3Flolio

3.4.05

Church... oy vey

I don't know if that's how you spell oy vey, but if it is, then OY VEY. Church was all long and stuff. like, 80 minutes. Gross.

My brother just called from New Hampshire where he did a show with his pipe band. He was sounding all weird and stuff and my mom goes "He better not be hung over." I was like "ERIC?!?!? WE'RE TALKING ABOUT ERIC, MY BROTHER, AND HANGOVER? WHAT IS THAT ABOUT???" Well I guess anything can happen.

I'm so tired and I have like, 2 entire essays to write... I don't even know the topic of one of them... :-( Ciao dahlings