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Saturday, November 18th, 2006
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My house is so cold.
p.s. I am home. Let's hang out.
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Thursday, October 26th, 2006
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Dear Neighbors,
To the one on the left, please do not blast Coldplay. Or Spice Girls. Or anything for that matter.
To the one on the right, I know we're good friends but...your songs suck. Please stop recording them. Or at least record more than one line because, ""cause in the end, we'll be together, then never isn't much too long" is getting very annoying. Make more raps though, because those are actually pretty hilarious. I like the one about "the deciduous trees".
I am getting easily annoyed lately. I don't like it.
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Friday, October 20th, 2006
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My dad's ringtone for when my sister calls is When the Saints Go Marching In.
His ringtone for when I call is CHARGE.
Does that tell you anything?
I need to stop updating.
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Thursday, September 14th, 2006
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Grab n' Go lunch totally satisfies my longing for mom-packed brown paper bag lunches. And the woman who lets you in is soooo nice. I am very happy right now.
What was in my paper bag lunch today:
Turkey sandwich with provolone (not American! I hate American cheese!) on a bulky roll
Amazing pasta salad
Fritos
Chicken noodle soup
A delicious brownie
A cookie that I have yet to eat
Diet Coke
Now to kill my happiness I have to go to my 250 person sociology class in the hall with no leg room. Grosssssss. I'll update later on my general college feelings.
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Thanks Kathy for finally putting pictures online. I like this one. I like how I'm in the background on my cell phone probably having a serious conversation with someone. Little did they know that I was on a bouncy airplane in a playground. So call me this summer, ask me where I am. I could be on playground equipment.
And Kathy looks cute.
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An overwhelming weekend:
Friday:
School
Getting ready
My hair is huge
Lots of pictures
Get told I look like watermelon and Starbursts, I still feel like neon Christmas
Party bus
Prom
Only one to eat at my table for a while
Dancing
Not wanting to dance anymore
Really wanting to dance
Party bus to Medway
Random driving
Huge sweats
Shandi’s
Joe’s
Home at 4 to sleep in my own bed
Saturday:
Woke up
Shower
Makeup and hair
Call time
A little girl yells at Ali about underwear
Spring concert #1 (not being warm, dying in jazz)
Sandwich and milkshake by the track with Ali, Sarah, and Andrew
Call time
Spring concert #2 (tap was crazy fast but great, ballet made me happy)
Driving
Flat tire
AAA
Applebee’s
Andrew getting us lost
Running red lights
Car accident
Gleason’s
Jill playing with her cat for us to lighten the mood
Home late and having to explain to my parents what happened for a good 20 minutes
I miss the Duxbury experience with everyone
Sunday:
Parents gone at 6 am
Didn’t wake up
My parents called 3 times and I finally got up
I miss my sister's college graduation, I feel really guilty
Got ready
Call time
Spring concert #3 (my blister killed in ballet, jazz went great and I literally fell to the floor)
Isabella’s
Isabella’s is closed, I pet the door and strangers driving stop and stare
Mel Diva’s in tons of makeup, they’re not as used to us as Isabella’s is
I yell at Ali for touching my leg
Call time
Spring concert #4 aka my last official FSPA show after 15 years, kind of weird (tap was phenomenal and wicked fun, modern was sleepy but it was supposed to be, and I was so happy I never have to do Stars and Stripes ever again)
Home
All in all it was a weekend of lots of hairspray, eyelash glue, pictures, and bobby pins. How fun!
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Wednesday, April 26th, 2006
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I was just thinking to myself "hey I want to take a nap" but then I realized that it's like bedtime and that I should just go to sleep for the night. It got me really excited.
And something around my desk has a smell that's tied to some memory. I can't figure it out though and it's driving me crazy.
This was the most useless entry ever.
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So I'm going to Ithaca! And I'm really excited, I love it!
And, they have the best shirts:
They have gorges. And waterfalls. And hills.
The fact that they have a shirt saying how cold it is kind of scares me, but that's okay.
That's the best of them all.
So yes, I picked my school on the apparel. Well not really, but it's fun to say that.
I drove through 5 hours of country, that was pretty sweet. So many farms and cows. I wondered the whole time how they went trick-or-treating. Or food shopping. Or bought clothing. In my mind, New York country is like Little House on the Prairie.
Once you get to Ithaca it's so nice. I love the city, it reminds me of Portsmouth. And the school was so nice. I love it.
And I saw Anthony Rapp, the guy who plays Mark in Rent (the movie, or original Broadway cast), coming out of the restaurant I was going into. That was pretty cool, I just stared at him. And I saw Lindsey from FSPA in admissions 2 seconds after I walked in, which was just really weird. And I saw Tara Deleo walking in the hallway. Fun sightings!
Fun story to make fun of myself: So we stopped in the middle of no where at Subway for lunch. I felt so "urban" compared to the girls working there, I wondered what their Friday nights were like and how many kids they went to school with. Anyways, it made me feel almost superior, almost smarter. I don't know why, but it did. Then for dinner I ate in Ithaca and ordered vegetable ragout. But, I pronounced it like rag out. When the waitress returned with my scrumptious vegetable stew she goes, "Here's your ragout (pronounced like ragooo or rague)" and I felt like a moron. So it turns out, I'm a hick too. I don't know how to pronounce fancy words like ragout. Lesson learned: don't judge people, you're probably just as stupid as you think they are. And they probably aren't stupid.
So yay Ithaca. Yay college.
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Saturday, April 1st, 2006
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I just want everyone to know that March is over. Yaaay.
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Guys, today is my livejournal's 4th birthday, which seems ridiculous.
All I have to say is thank God I'm not 14 anymore.
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Thursday, March 23rd, 2006
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I had such a weird dream last night.
It involved the wicked annoying unit 2 camper Betsy this summer (remember the lanky girl with glasses and the short boy hair? and she used to wear a bandana a lot, and she was in my Barbie and Ken beach party class and was attatched to Caitlin Donohue). Well anyways, she was upset because no one paid attention to her so she wanted to create a scene. So her and this other girl decided to make a bonfire right in the middle of Luther Hall. Yea, she burnt it down. Then she got caught and had to talk to Karl, and I eavesdropped. Then I was walking to GSE and saw Sam Stalley and greeted her like it was the first time I saw her all summer (maybe it was?) and she was like "Ah I gotta go!" And then I got yelled at for talking loudly outside during rest hour. It was weirddd.
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Wednesday, March 22nd, 2006
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I got a new toy todaaay.
And I made my ring tone "If You Leave". That basically completes my life.
Yes, a ring tone can complete my life.
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Tuesday, March 21st, 2006
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I called Mrs. Parrella a jerk to her face today by total accident.
The conversation went something like this:
Mrs. Parrella: Pop quiz!
Me (after looking at it for 2 minutes): Mrs. Parrella, we read this like a week ago, how am I supposed to remember the exact number children that were proposed to be eaten? (it was on a Modest Proposal)
Paj: Yea, um Mrs. Parrella, on the top it says “Open book quiz”, so can we use our books?
Mrs. P: It does?
Everyone: Umm…yea
Mrs. P: Oh okay, since someone said it then I guess it is, if someone hadn’t have told me then it would have been closed book, ha…who do you think I am? (goes on with cocky bullshit blah blah blah)
Me: Well I thought you were just being a jerk…uhh oops
Mrs. P: What? Did you just call me a jerk? F! (I think she was kidding, I hope she was kidding)
Ughh...whoops.
Now I have kicked her and called her a jerk. I need to learn to think before I do things...
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Hahahaha.
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falcheetah2: "shit!" makes sign of cross "annnnnnnnd you! points violently (elizabeth ashley conroy) "get your ass over to that side of the room and backwards roll your way across the floor bitch!"
I love weekends when I'm with dance friends 3:30-9 on Friday and 11 am-11 pm on Saturday.
And I love sketchy drunk men humping the rail on the subway and calling everyone "brown suga". And I loved the two college students fighting over opera training and musical theater training (ex. "Have you heard of Sweeney Todd?" and "Excuse me, JC? JC Superstar?).
I do not want to do my thesis paper at all. I wonder what my grade would be if I didn't do it.
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You can get so confused
that you'll start in to race
down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace
and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,
headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.
The Waiting Place...
...for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or waiting around for a Yes or a No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.
Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a sting of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting.
I'm so sick of waiting! I want March to be done and over with sooo bad! I'm waiting for the rest of college letters and I'm still waiting for my camp letter (My reference came in like 3 days past the deadline, so I'm not hearing for another good 3-4 weeks Karl says, and I might not get what I want, which sucks sooo bad, I really want to do an urban day camp). And I'm waiting for my stupid knee to get better. And I'm waiting to see if I can dance in Disney because if they don't figure out what's wrong with my knee I might not be able to. I'm so sick of this. I'm sick of waiting and being self-centered. I need to know what I'm doing this April, this summer, and next year! I'm starting to go craaaazy!
NO!
That's not for you!
Somehow you'll escape
all that waiting and staying.
You'll find the bright places
where Boom Bands are playing.
Sometmes, Dr. Seuss can make it all better.
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Where's the lj-cut on this new thing?
Anyways, favorite pictures from my weekend at camp:
Sledding with Megan on mud mostly
Krazy Kristin
Beach volleyball AND ice skating!! Seriously, I love this picture.
Swimming department!
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Thursday, February 23rd, 2006
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I want to go to sleep.
But I'm not tired.
This always happens during vacation.
Tonight I watched 5 hours of tv in my bed.
It was marvelous.
I think I'm getting my hopes up too high.
I do this a lot.
I think I'm going to watch Rent again.
The documentary on disc two is amazing.
It made me cry, unlike the movie.
I love stupid livejournal entries.
Oh the joys of boredom.
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