hey guys...all of you who still even check this. which i think is no one but if you do, my new journal is at

www.deadjournal.com/~sapphieiiz

note the double p in the username. don't screw up.

 
[current mood: ill]
[current music: tori amos - past the mission]

Last car ride: last night, home from carytown.
Last kiss: friday.
Last good cry: friday.
Last library book checked out: something for vjas research. a while ago.
Last movie seen: pump up the volume. or genghis blues in russian class. last week.
Last book read: i don't remember. something over the hurricane.
Last cuss word uttered: damnit.
Last beverage drank: water, with my asprin this morning.
Last food consumed: pizza yesterday afternoon.
Last crush: uh, a really long time ago.
Last phone call: to me, from brianna yesterday. from me, to my softball coach, explaining i'm sick and can't make the games.
Last TV show watched: don't remember.
Last time showered: last night.
Last shoes worn: regular orangey sneakers.
Last CD played: tori amos - under the pink.
Last item bought: reese's cups inside out.
Last downloaded: long time ago. dunno, probably something taking back sunday.
Last annoyance: brianna trying to figure something out.
Last disappointment: brianna and alyssa leaving last night.
Last soda drank: 7up? dunno.
Last thing written: beginning of a story last night.
Last word spoken: "no, thanks."
Last IM: nathan.
Last ice cream eaten: cookie dough, last week.
Last time amused: something alyssa told me about brianna.
Last time in love: currently.
Last time hugged: last night bri hugged me when she left.
Last time scolded: when was the last time i was at my mom's house?
Last time resentful: fall fest.
Last chair sat in: the one i'm in right now.
Last lipstick used: not applicable. mint chapstick last night though.
Last underwear worn: light blue with funny-looking cows on 'em.
Last bra worn: white?
Last time dancing: fall festival with nathan. in the rain.
Last poster looked at: one in plan 9.
last show attended: doobie brothers, i think. or the eagles.
Last web page visited: dorothy's journal.

see everyone tomorrow.

 
[current mood: achey]
[current music: gary jules - mad world]

happy birthdays to becca and stuart.

i know it's been a while...sorry. i'm going crazy though. i'm so confused about everything right now. okay, not everything. but if i've seemed sorta distant or self-absorbed recently, it's because i have been. and i'm sorry. i just need some thinking time. but know that i appreciate each of you infinitely.


You're Most Like The Season Autumn ...

You're warm, and the most approachable. You have
that gentle prescence about you. People can
relate to you, and find you easy company.
However it's likely you've been hurt in the
past and it has left you scarred so things can
become rather chilly with you at times. Being
the third Season in, you're mature, trustworthy
and loyal to your friends but prone to
depression and negative thinking.

Well done... You're the shy and sensitive season :)


?? Which Season Are You ??
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[current mood: pajamas]
[current music: the winter vacancy - cotton socks & cement shoes]

it's been a while, huh? well, we had fun monday tuesday wednesday. now that school's been out for a week because of a severely lovely storm. and for that we thank god. well, we would, if we were the religious sorts. ho hum.

only four trees down in my yard, guys. no power for a little more than a day and i'm not complaining 'cause some of you are still out of it. ::cough::julie::cough:: and parker too? i dunno. i hope he and becca had a fun time at the coheed & cambria show. dorothy, stuart, naomi, and i had a fun time at julie's house, playing twister by candle light. okay, so we had lights at that point in time but it was only 'cause of the generator. shh. oh, and we ate tacos con frijoles, arroz, guacamole, cebollas, salsa y queso. and lots of other stuff, too.

i still haven't done all my homework that was due last thursday. i'm beginning to feel guilty but...i'll consider doing it if it gets to be dinner time and our school's still not on the closings list. maybe. how 'bout that creative writing story...


Morpheus


?? Which Of The Greek Gods Are You ??
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My inner child is sixteen years old!

Life's not fair! It's never been fair, but while
adults might just accept that, I know
something's gotta change. And it's gonna
change, just as soon as I become an adult and
get some power of my own.


How Old is Your Inner Child?
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i'm out, guys. love you.

 
[current mood: relaxed]
[current music: counting crows - ana begins]

god. we finished our first full week of school successfully. it's a good thing. not too much homework, yet. i hope everyone is feeling okay about everything. i had a hard beginning of the week but i'm fine now so if you were worried, stop, if not, don't start.

went to nathan's friday night died of laughter every five minutes. melenbrink rode his bike there in the rain and looked like a stray, shaggy dog by the time he got there. also, funny. we let him in and he dried off. we hung out for a while before deciding to venture to carytown in the rain. visited stavros at the montana gold bread place and got free muffins and rolls. (mmm!) then the three of us went to guitar works, where i met adrian and scored a tacky umbrella. with a split. nathan and i were hunched under it on our way back to collect stavros when the wind turned it inside out and ripped off two of the "ribs". (you know, the metal sticks that hold are supposed to hold the umbrella up.) it was pretty pathetic. but we got stavros, played the shopping cart game, went back to nathan's, watched the simpsons, and walked to the byrd. watched "johnny english" and then played foosball in the basement. i so won.

yesterday my dad, elizabeth, nathan and i went to see "matchstick men," which i thought was really good. then nathan and i went to the art museum and spent twenty minutes staring at this one painting called "understanding of self-hate." it was...awesome.

also, they shouldn't put cameras in places people can't see them.

today was church (bleh) and later i have softball games (bleh). i like softball but sometimes i really don't feel like going. like now.

dance class starts wednesday. i'm excited.

"she's talking in her sleep, it's keeping me awake. and ana begins to toss and turn. and every word is nonsense but i understand and oohhh, i'm not ready for this sort of thing." --countingcrows.

 
[current mood: numb]
[current music: offspring - self esteem]

whatever i did definitely doesn't deserve two weeks without telephone, IM or plans with friends. they're stupid and insane and i hate them. whee.

finished the first week of school. wasn't so bad. the only class i don't have any friends in is spanish, but that's okay 'cause i think this soap opera thing is going to be entertaining. and my table isn't too bad. i've made the executive decision that mister white is the best teacher in ever. and i have him for russian and global studies.

spent forver (approximately three hours) at the vcu library and FINALLY found stuff i could use for my vjas paper sources. finally. it's gonna suck to make thirty notecards by tuesday morning. i guess i'll manage. but, like i said, it's gonna suck. but i have nothing else to do this weekend (a result of being grounded) so i guess i can get all of monday's homework finished and since i've done everything except global studies that's due tuesday, probably i'll get that over with as well. you know, you can dropkick me at any time.

i don't like school. may i please be excused?

 
[current mood: apathetic]
[current music: presidents of the usa - lump]

my car. i wish.

julie's party was a fun time. i especially enjoyed the walk we took in a our pj's. thanks, becca, for teaching me colorblind on the piano. i love that song. =)

i have no clue about vjas so please no one ask me. i don't care anymore.

i've lost my appetite and it's confusing. besides that, i'm a full-out vegetarian now.

i have nothing more to say. i think i'll post a circle story from the car ride home.

the glass eyeball rolled across the skating rink as / the skaters dodged it one slipped and fell the eyeball went / flying until it landed on the tip of the eifel tower / someone who was looking off the top threw it back down. / when it hit ashley on the head, she started singing that song by / joe nicols and wandering carelessly down the busy interstate when a truck pulled over and / the driver said, "it's an eyeball, you ignorant, pierced-ear piece of pus" / to the person in back who only understood pig-latin. / "y-whay ould-way ou-yay o-day at-thay?!" she yelled to the hogs in front of the counter. / they were terribly offended and started to cry. they explained that they were on the way to the meat factory when / a drunk, nine-year-old girl came out of nowhere, tied them up, got them naked, spread peanut butter all over them, and set a great dane loose on them.

that last part and the bit about the pierced-ear piece of pus were my sister. yeah, i'm worried too.