Man, it's late, and i've got a feeling that Cross is going to wake me up around 7 in the morning.
I need to get a new color paint, not that ya'll care, or that it's remotely interesting... something in the line of indian red or rose madder (sounds scary).

I love the phrase, "juice bag".
Just say it out loud... and you'll love it, too.

hmmm. these little finches on my sister's desk are incredibly annoying. It looks like the girl is trying to peck out the boy's ear...thing. The only reason I tolerate them is because I like their beaks...yes, odd, but they remind me of that really cool evolution video we watched in biology on darwin's finches, and the funny arguements over natural selection and evolution that I had with Coach Guest ("LOOK! The fish has LEGS!"). Birds in trees are nice, but birds in cages next door to my room that incessantly cheep make Cristin go crazy.
I think I'm going to start painting today. I'm going to do a flower in oil for Karissa, and maybe paint the canvas of Mattie when I figure out what the background is going to look like (berber carpet is boring). Cross is coming over soon, he's now out of school. That should make for an interesting afternoon. Maybe he'll paint with me.
Tomorrow I get to go to Boy Scouts! Yay! My dad doesn't think that I go to boy scouts every thursday, haha. WHERE he thinks I go, I have no idea. Man, he's so paranoid.
I watched Amelie this morning. I LOVE THAT MOVIE. All of this talk of exempting classes at Converse has me worried that my conversational French really isn't up to par (I can translate and read on a 2nd grade level, LOL... so that's okay), but I'm starting to understand a bit more every time I watch the movie, so maybe I'll be good enough to pass the oral part of the exam. I really don't want to check out those French language CDs, but I'll do what I must.
I am going to take the public speaking exam, though. After Brock's class, I'm ready for anything. I could talk for four minutes about toenails, so I'm pretty sure that I can handle the speech they're throwing at us.
Well, À tout à l'heure!

well, I did it... survived Z-day. Not one zombie sighted, but my neighbors in the subdivision are eerily close to the undead.
I've been given the goal of getting my liscense, with a two week deadline. I MUST have it by the 21st, or Patrick is going to throw soft food at me (he said ice cream and mustard). It doesn't sound painful, but when someone says "or else," it puts the fear of the DMV in ya. I really do want to get my liscense soon, so the two week thing isn't improbable... it really sucks having to be driven around, and I really appreciate it, but I feel so bad when I prevent people from drinking (especially when they're 24!) or making them go home when they don't even have a curfew. So, I've gotta figure out the parallel parking thing, and I'll be set.

This does nothing to clear up why P!attheD is so freakin' weird, but... I was bored, and had google and time.

From the movie Closer (has anyone seen it? I've heard it was no good... man, i'd jump Jude Law):
Larry: Alice, tell me something that's true.
Alice: Lying's the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off - but it's better if you do.

and "camisado" means a surprise attack by night.

I feel nerdy. Someone please rescue me from my curfew-inforced prison!

I love and hate summer. I love it because I can sleep in and spend my day (and night- yay for 2 AM) any way I want to. I hate it because I'm stuck in this house with my sister, unable to drive anywhere myself. She's been bitching at me all morning, most likely because I came in 45 minutes after curfew last night, and I also just told her that I have to go to the doctor before school starts. We have a hellish copay on this stuff, but I don't see why she's so upset... SHE doesn't have to get the freakin' physical and try to explain my fear of needles/egg allergy to the immunizers (or whatever they call 'em). Ugh, doctors suck. I value my personal space. I wonder if I just start running around in circles and screaming if they'll give me a clean bill of health to get me out of there, or just have me committed. hmmm. She'll be starting a new job next week... so, blissful sleep until noon and no griping at me!
I'm really sore. Climbing mountains is a horrible joke. Karissa, Mrs. Terry, and I went up to North Carolina to go hiking yesterday morning, but we got insanely lost and just ended up making Deliverance jokes for two hours until we found a place to hike. We finally found Craggy Mountain park, hiked up the mountain, and hiked down the other side thinking we'd end up in the same place, ya know, like a roundabout. UHM, NO. We somehow ended up like 7 miles from where we started (road time). So, we had to hike back UP the mountain and go down the side we came up. It was beautiful at the peak though. You could see for miles and miles, and the trees thinned out to this beautiful silvery-green grass that swayed in the wind. There were also these trees that were very twisty and VanGogh-esque (bald rhododendron, maybe?). Karissa ate a dandelion and constantly confused Mt. Mitchell with Mt. McKinley. It was really nice, because we talked about college and how i'm gonna need therapy FOR art therapy and about all that's been going on for the past 3 weeks. Karissa's a neutral party, and I like that.
Then, I came home and got dressed to go over to Adam's (WHERE ELSE? I'm gonna tell Mr. Wood to claim me on his taxes, lol). He played video games for a while, then practically passed out. We slept for like 4 hours until Erica and Josh came home from dropping the OTHER Josh off. I was late for curfew again, second night in a row (and it's ALL my fault. okay, well... 85%), and Shannon said it CANNOT happen again. AGH. I'm gonna have to start wearing my watch.
So, today I'm just cleaning my room and finishing these freakin' plagues called thank you notes (i stress too much), because Adam works from 3-11 tonite. But we're going out (like, really! putt putt and a movie or something!) soon, so that should be nice. Well, I'm off to avoid my sister and try to clean up this mess that's accumulated since band season... but I have the sudden urge to watch Eternal Sunshine and eat a potato. Yep, that's probably what I'll do.

lalala. According to Karissa, i'm a freak who will eventually end up in some kind of freaky CSI situation (i'm thinking "HOUSE" myself). Hopefully it doesn't involve a dwarf convention or furries, and I'll be okay.
agh, I'm bored, and avoiding my parents at all costs. One, they take my money, two, they give me curfews and generally act like grumpy butt nuggets. I hung out with Karissa and Darcy this morning, i gave karissa her superman shirt and darcy her prismacolors for her birthday, and for graduation, Darcy got me this awesome book of Klimt prints and the stories and history behind each one of them. It's a freakin' awesome book, but it doesn't have Goldfish... but I'll live, lol. We went to the park to spin on the merry-go-round and throw a tennis ball around. We forgot that it was the first saturday of the month, though, and the tornado siren is AT the park, so we simultaneously went deaf because it sounded for maintenance less than 100 feet away. We were laughing because even yankees can't talk over a tornado siren... luckily my ears didn't bleed. Then, we went to Salvation army, because we've got this talent to find the ugliest/most awesome stuff there. I was successful, too. Got these hideous hi-liter orange earrings that are victorianesque... truly ugly... i can't wait to wear them. It was weird hanging out with just girls (and not the insane and profane group of boys i've been with for the past few weeks + erica, bless her soul). I had to censor just about everything that came out of my mouth, and only give selective details, ahaha. I'm pretty sure they don't want to know EVERYTHING about what's gone down at Adam's since graduation (wow, that's psycho that I haven't seen them since then!).
I registered for Summer Serve, so that's taken care of, thank goodness. Now I REALLY have to finish those thank you cards and get them mailed out monday morning, so then i can start painting and not giving a crap what day of the week it is (even though I get an hour later curfew on the weekend, yay! why it matters because i don't have school, i don't know, but I'm not gonna argue).

I am quite content.

I discovered that our cable actually goes past channel 72 before going to the movies in the 700's. I finally found all of the freakin' channels that Darcy never shuts up about, like FUSE, IFC, and SUNDANCE. I've been watching FUSE all morning, and it's quite the emo-channel... but that makes for some pretty awesome music videos. I've gone through the next two weeks of programming on the other two channels and will have at least 8 French movies that I can watch soon. I can't figure out if I want to be social today, or curl up and sleep.

I have a bad headache, I'm bored, and joyriding without my liscense in that car left in the driveway with no parents to stop me is lookin' REAL good.

Did anyone else watch the show Dinosaurs when they were little-ish? I loved it, and it's coming out on DVD. I'm intrigued... and nerdy.

I really do think they want to torture me... not only did they take the keys, they also took the stamps (no mailing) AND the DVDs... ALL 200 somethin' of them! Even the French ones, and they don't even speak French! And I'm pretty sure the only thing to eat in the house is beef stew. *sigh*

never be bored again.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Internet_phenomenon

I may be going hiking tomorrow with Karissa... mebbe, so we can do something before we head out to VA early thursday mornin'. My parents are leaving tomorrow to go to Georgia, so technically, I could throw a huge party with booze, strippers, and lots of illegal goings-on, but...uhm, no.
Man, I dread doing these thank you cards, even though they're the last freakin' thing i have responsibility for. I've got time, just not the desire. I've got to stop being so dang lazy. Well, i'm off... enjoy that website, it's like everything on the internet NOT worth wasting time on, but you will anyway.

this'll be pretty short. it's 1:30 AM, and i'm exhausted.
wow. it was a weekend. too long, and entire too much together time for me, especially when that "i'd love to strangle you" feeling came around as often as it did. karissa can't go on the VA trip, and there's no way in hell to convince her mother otherwise. so, as wierd as it may turn out, it's gonna be just me, adam, erica, and josh. no alcohol will be allowed on this trip. no no. not when there's no curfew. oh, hell no. anyways. yeah, it really sucks that karissa is going to miss out on this trip. but hopefully, i can convince my sister to go on a beach-hopping trip to the florida keys, and i can invite the 'mo, as well. it'd be a two week trip though... wicked. that's if i live through this NYC trip in July. this could be the awesomest summer ever... VA, NYC, and the keys??? heck yes.
I'm liking this summer thing. I've yet to be bored, but that's just because i've got a buttload of things to do, still. Like write half a million thank you cards. wait, that may be it. then, it's all beach-goin', painting whatever i want, and seeing my homies.
wow, i just realized how worthless this entry is. ah, well. off to bed. maybe i'll get something coherent out in the LATER morning.

I've really got to learn to close my door before talking loudly (my inside voice is yankee volume) on my cellphone. It'd be pretty embarassing to rat MYSELF out to my parents about all of my escapades (illegal and not). In this case, my confessional to Karissa on my whoredom (i kid.) could have turned out lethal had I not ran across the room to crank up some Michelle Branch. Really- movin' out is lookin' good.

hmmm. i feel happy, yet positively filled with dread. I'm happy, because I got a card from my Uncle Anthony (from NJ) in the mail today, and he asked how I was, etc. I haven't spoken to him in 5 years, so this was new and welcome. I'm gonna write him a letter back, but I really have to watch my ass because my dad is holding some kind of grudge against him (hence the 5 year silence)... I'm not sure if it's valid, but whatever, none of my business, I was just glad to get fifty bucks. Then, the main reason I'm so friggin' happy is that I FINALLY finished the two comissions. yep, folks, a year in the making. So I turned them into her today at 3, after successfully avoiding death by tornado, and she gave me eighty bucks! I was like WHOA, HOLY CRAP, WOMAN! But I was quite pleased besides being totally shocked. I feel all free now, though, because I can finally paint the canvas of Mattie that i've had drawn since Christmas and have been looking at with a pathetic sigh becuase of the neverending terror of AP Art. well, now it's over... back to enjoying art again. I'm depressed because I have to leave the house at 7 in the morning (getting up at 6 again is gonna be horrible!) to go to my little brother's field day at school. I signed up for the volunteer stuff like a month ago, so I can't back out of it now just because I want to go to Adam's house tonite. And besides, if my dad were to find out about said party, i would be VERY dead. deceased. corpse-like. So, i'm gonna play it safe (and stay out of trouble- hahaaha) and stay home.

I am insanely bored. So much that I've learned that I can do a wicked Sean Connery singing Franz Ferdinand impression just by biting my finger and attempting whatever language they speak. Dutch? Not French. Norwegian? Norway... more like snoreway! Sorry, unfounded bias against Europe brought on by boredom.
I think I'm going to lay out in the neighbor's yard... while he mows the lawn. Just to see what he'd do. Or, maybe not. The comissions are coming along great. The watercolor is done, though I'm not pleased at all with it. The colored pencil is what's making me happy. It doesn't look to bad at all, and if I ever get the feeling in my legs back from sitting in one spot for the past 7 hours, I may start working on it again, and get it done by tomorrow! Yay! Comissions=$, and whoever said money can't buy happiness was never a poor kid. I can amuse myself with very little money, but it's still quite comforting to know that i'll be able to buy books in college.

I made it home in time for curfew (or, well, 5 minutes late)! Be proud of me!
The Da Vinci Code was pretty good... it had plenty of artwork and lots of french-speak that I could understand, so I was quite happy (including my FAVORITE french word- merde). It was kinda long though, and it didn't end the way I wanted it to, but really, you can't control that kinda thing. It was a great night.

agh! I HAVE TO finish the painting of the dog today, or else I can't go out tonite to see Da Vinci Code. It's been getting some bad reviews, but I'm pretty sure anything set in the Louvre can't be half bad. I hate fake Monas though, they NEVER look the same- like the one in Ever After. Yeah, sucked. Anyways- off the painfully obvious fact that I'm an art nerd. My sister gave me a 12AM curfew. Grrr... "because Chris has to get up early to go to work." Nah, it's not a problem... my dad would want me home by 9, lol.
VA beach in 11 days, baybee!

well, I'm done... we're done. High School is now over, and it's one of the most confused emotionally I've ever been. On the way there, I think I was afraid, or reluctant, because I found myself mad at everyone- my parents, my classmates- for no reason at all. I still don't understand, but I don't feel that way anymore. I meant everything I said in my speech. I love my friends so much, and it is going to break my heart to be separated from them for such a long time. I'm glad Karissa told me how she feels about all this, because now I know that someone else feels the same exact way that I do. I feel like I'm watching myself run through the motions, it's not me... I'm an onlooker. I know that is bad, but all of this is so new, so foriegn, it's too hard to figure out exactly what to do other than just go with it. Graduation was really awesome, very moving... plus, I didn't fall, I delivered my speech without dying, and my panty hose didn't fall down- so, actually, it was great. Karissa made me cry during her speech. If anyone else had delivered it and cried, i doubt I would have, but because we are so close, I shed a single tear, and I think that's pretty good for a girl who hasn't cried since we got third at state almost 2 years ago. I'm a heartless Jersey girl- what can I say? By the time we switched our tassels and threw our caps in the air, I felt so victorious. The Alma Mater was wonderful, and I was so proud to be done with this, proud of the people around me. I was just happy, not mad, or confused. A single emotion! yay!
Then, I ran around and tried to find a non skanky way to remove the panty hose from hell. Then we took a bunch of pictures with everyone, and were quickly ushered out. When I came home, Daddy, Robin, and Cross were waiting with my gifts. From Cross, I got a bear, holding a baby bear, holding another bear- it is SO cute, and the box they are holding had a silver ring with a diamond shaped pink stone in it. Daddy and Robin got me 1/4 carat diamond earrings- SO awesome (they're also giving me Robin's 88 Honda, so that FRIGGIN' rocks), and then Dad's landlords gave me a fossil watch with a green face. I've never owned and kept a watch, so this should be interesting. I think maybe it's a sign from God that I should mind my curfew. So, the family went out to eat, and i'm regretting not going with them, cuz I'm starving and Adam won't be here until 10. ah, well.

I cannot believe that we graduate tomorrow. It's so... odd - that 4 years of study and insane work will end in this one day that seemed never to come. It's unbelievable. Surreal(because that's the word of the year, don't ya know). Three months of no curfew, no homework, nothing! The past few weeks have been so dramatically different from any I've ever lived before. It's a big change, school, adulthood, a relationship. It's all just a bit nuts, yes? I think I'm just gonna go with it, it's useless to struggle or try to figure out what all of it means.
I finally finished my graduation speech... I have to run it by Brock and Pace sometime early in the morning, which sucks, because that means I have to get up BEFORE 12. I think that if I get up early enough, I can get all of my teacher thank you notes written, go by school to drop them off and get the speech approved, stop by art to make sure it's all okay... and then head my butt back there 'round 5 pm for commencement ceremonies. yep yep.
I went to boy scouts tonite... haha, i just learned that they make axes that have guns on them, or guns that have axes on them... and that saloons used coins that said "good for a screw and a sandwich"- hilarious!! well, that wasn't part of boyscouts. Afterward, we went to eat at Nacho's, a mexican restaurant which I hadn't been to before, but it was still pretty good. then, we went to some gas station, where adam played like 30 bucks worth of scratchoff lottery tickets (and won most of his money back), while brad smoked and did the same. ugh, i prolly smell like smoke right now- and i'm pretty sure shan's gonna be pissed if she thinks i was smoking last night. I really hate it and think it's friggin' gross- so that's laughable. I had a really good time.
haha, funny story about how much of an idiot i am...
I was on the Converse College (whootwhoot!) website, when i saw the headline "Converse to Confer Approximately 130 Degrees During Spring Commencement" and I automatically think... man, that's really hot! why would they have graduation outside if it's going to be 130 degrees??? and then i realized that i'm a friggin' moron. yep, they picked a winner.
well, i'm off to bed. it's a school night, haha!

okay, i'm going to KILL priscella. my entire French class (aka, all the juniors that i know and love) think that i spent the night at adam's house, cuz that's what she told Darcy (who already hates Adam, and now prolly wants to rip his nuts off). So now they're all sending me messages on myspace saying "i'm very disappointed in you" etc. really, now. this is nuts. what kind of girl do they think i am?
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Why is it so hard to find out the truth? Darcy said that she knew that I stayed out past curfew, but half the friggin' french class thinks... well, they think a lot. I just don't understand. They don't know Adam, at all. Hell, I didn't know Adam a month ago- not as well as I do now, anyways (I've known him for 6 years). But I just don't understand how they can pass judgement on a person they don't know, and don't care to know. I don't know if they are looking out for me and trying to inforce rediculous standards, or just trying to cripple any relationship I have from here on out, cuz trust me, I'm getting some kind of complex. I'm happy where I am right now, and he appreciates me for who I am, and I doubt any of them know how hard it is to find someone like that. Especially when most guys won't give me the time of day (but that's because "jackassism" is inherent in the Y chromosome). And that's why I'm so glad that high school is over. I don't have to give a damn anymore about what they think. Nope nope, 950 opinions that I don't care to hear.

yay! i mean...uhm, yeah.
i am getting NOTHING done. i'm supposed to be working on these freakin' comissions, the speech, or cleaning my room, but i don't feel like doing any of it. karissa is actually cleaning her room, which is one of the signs of the apocalypse - seriously. pray. so, if karissa is cleaning, i'm a friggin' loser who lives in a room that should be condemned as a safety hazard. I'm so glad she's always there for me and never passes judgement... I called her, and she put all my fears to rest that I may or may not be a bad person/whore/freak! yay! so i feel all happy inside now.
okay, i REALLY need to work now.

Oooh, 3 days until graduation! I'm freakin' out just a bit- especially because I haven't written my speech.
GOD, I also have to finish those two comissions! Okay, a speech, two doggies, and a buttload of thankyou cards. Why did i stay out so late???
oh yeah.... CUZ I HAD MY FIRST DATE, YO.
teeehehehe <----- me giggling like a little girl

details of said date are of a confidential nature, on a need-to-know basis. haha!