deep breaths in and out and

well well well. just when i thought that they couldn't mess up our senior year any more. and then, this.

first off: good job! you guys actually got the schedules out before we started school. that must make you feel that you really accomplished something this week huh? but no teacher names on it, hmm, that's pretty smart. now kids can't even come into the office saying they want to transfer out because they have problems with the teacher they got, 'cause you didn't put what teacher they got! good for you!

but then again, if you know what room number teachers are, you know what teacher you have. like this:

1st: gov/econ. room 53 (mr. garcia)
2nd: calc honors. room 53 (mr. christensen)
3rd: religion 12. music room (ficke)
4th: english 12. room 60 (br. andre's, formerly vigil's)
6th: sociology. room 55 (ms. sunseri, it's the only class she teaches)
7th: physics. room 41 (brooks)

now, unless someone's playing a really mean karmic joke on me, i have br. andre for english. that's the only one i was really freaked about. it doesn't help that i don't remember what electives i signed up to have, but i'm thinkin of using sociology with sunseri to my advantage. i didn't get gov/econ with ms. roos, that bites, but what can i do? not a damn thing. i also got physics seventh, which means i will definitely not be joining speech this year.

second semester:
1st: gov/econ
2nd: calc h
3rd: art 2
4th: english
6th: physics (why did this change? could there possibly be two physics classes??)
7th: creative writing. with big t. amazingly, the only class that i'm looking forward to this year.

so there it is. schedule-wise, we're all fucked, but what's new with that. i still hold to the thought that physics should be an honors class. bastards.

on to more stupidity, straight from the letter:

they moved the sevies' lockers into the science hall. am i the only one who sees this as an amazingly horrible idea? i'm sure brooks will love this new situation.

the motto for this year: Dare To Be Great. "The officers liked this motto because they want to motivate the students, especially the seniors, to achieve as much as they possibly can this year." oh, i'm thinkin of achieving a hell of a lot this year, mainly being the biggest pain in the ass to those people as i can without getting disciplinary punishment.

it gets better:

no homeroom. granted, we knew this already, but i like to emphasize how idiotic getting rid of homeroom is, because "it was not an effective utilization of time." but hey, we get to add two minutes onto every class period! isn't that great! who needs a longer lunch anyway? too bad i don't have something like english first period though, 'cause then we could waste a whole 5 minutes doing pledge and praying and taking roll. ah, fun.

and, if none of that pissed you off, if you're not overly pissed off by most of the things that happen at st. mike's like me, i'm sure you'll really like this next one:

graduation cannot be saturday, may 22. why? because mikey couldn't make it. so, instead of having graduation without mikey (god forbid), we're having it... on the 18th. a tuesday. 'cause that turned out so well this last year. graduation: tuesday, may 18, at 7pm, at the cathedral.

and you know, i had started to cool off about the whole having two more weeks of school than usual, because they were giving us a senior week. now, no senior week. senior night on the 17th, and then graduation the 18th. at 7pm. a tuesday.

didn't that just make your day? i know it did mine.

i'm actually being quite calm about this whole thing. deep breaths.

there was one thing that i wanted changed this year: the parking lot. my idea was to actually count the spaces available (the smart thing to do) and only sell that many parking stickers. also, let all the seniors buy their stickers first, then all the juniors. sophomores can't get them. they're the ones that cause all the problems in the parking lot, since when they turn 16 and their parents buy them a nice new expensive car, they drive it to school. no matter that they didn't buy a parking tag, or that they're taking up someone else's space, or causing a complete hazard since they can't drive in the first place. nooo. so i say get rid of em.

that was the only thing i was going to bring up. but now, now they've screwed the seniors over one too many times.

how many people care if graduation is in the cathedral? how many people care if archbishop mikey is the one that does mass for graduation?

wouldn't it be better if we could have graduation somewhere where you could actually sit more than 6 members of your family, and where they could actually see you when you get your diploma, instead of having to send one person out to take pictures of it, because you can't see from where you sit?

it's a catholic school. it's a la sallian christian brothers' school. it's 144 years old, the oldest school in santa fe (cripes isn't it the oldest school in the state?). they're pretty damn set in their ways. graduation has always been at the cathedral. and they'd be fine with it being there forever. but it's getting to be just rediculous. seriously.

so, jessica west is our "student government president". she claims to want to help us, that's why she was elected (yeah, that's why she was elected). so, i'm gonna bring up a few things to her this year. and i'm gonna be calm about it. but you know, we've taken this shit long enough, and it's time for things to change.

our class, while having the least school spirit and probably the most non-catholics currently, will definitely be open to signing petitions, speaking their minds at student council, walk-offs, and other such things. or at least, that's what i've come to know our class as. i plan to use that to our full advantage this year.

feedback on this is greatly appreciated. jess, you're going to that leadership thing? i'd like to talk to you before you go.

anyone have any ideas, throw them at me. i'm ready to organize.

rummaging through archives, aka i sound like a little sissy girl and used exclamation points... a lot

cripes. i went looking through my old blog's archives yesterday, and it really creeped me out. for one, reading the archives from last july, freakishly similar to this july. which adds to my thinking of how i could quite possibly erase this whole past year and not a lot would've changed... for two, i wrote a lot of really really bad posts. more than i do now.

with that out of the way, i can rant about other things. like how southwest airlines mentions vegas as a place to see. in new mexico. "Las Vegas (New Mexico): An architectural jewel with 900 buildings listed on the National Registry of Historic Places." i feel sorry for the people who think that visiting vegas nm is a good idea. that's like saying "come visit historic española." scary.

i'll be back.

even better

the 28th is NO GOOD. no good at all. that puts me at the end of october. and it'll piss them off, which means beginning of november. bah.

i take back what i said. the only doctor types i like are orthodontists. damn the dentists. damn them!

one less thing to look forward to.

oh, and it just gets better

good news: vigil quit! bad news: this fucked up the schedules more than before, so now i think we'll be lucky to get them before book day.

i'm sitting here waiting for law and order to come on, and brian is in vegas, running into michael dorn and various other trek types. rock on. you know brian, whenever you see dorn, you'll probably see sirtis somewhere around too... heads up.

i'm totally going to a con when i can get $1000 to waste.

cold days, long nights

it's back. i had one mentally/physically healthy month, more than i could've hoped for. oh well.

apparently this is the week for people to go on vacation. again. and according to jess, we're supposed to get our schedules the end of this week (or for me the beginning of next week).

it rained a lot yesterday. it was actually cold. now that's something.

more later, when i can work out everything that went on in my head last night.

electric fire

it was awesome, coming home last night, watching the lightening. the things you remember when you try to forget everything else.

i did some epic thinking last night, and it depressed the shit out of me.

i just want to get this over with.

nevermind

just, nevermind. i want school to start already. oh yeah, and i got a 4. go figure.

the way you are

we were so bored and i was so lazy that we actually watched all of buffy the vampire slayer. the movie. we want to see pirates of the caribbean tomorrow. you wanna come? of course not. oh well.

damnit kyle you got me hooked on harry potter. now i really want to find out what adventures harry and his crew get into in the next books. would someone mind lending their books to me... maybe on friday... please...

i can't think at all today. i couldn't even watch law and order. something must be wrong.

i'm done

the reason why i didn't go to jemez: i didn't want to be the girl who can't function without her best friend. it seemed like an unhealthy idea at the time, but if i had known you absolutely wanted me there, i would've gone. with that said, i didn't get the letter until today.

magic: i will not put a permanent link to your blog on my site. the blogs i link are blogs that interest me, and i have no desire to read such information as you have on your blog. i get enough of that with your incessant talking. for all of your coding needs, go to my compsci html page, learn html, or the blogger help. unfortunately, i will help you with anything blog-related. so. [edit] i don't know what the fuck i was thinking. must've been the heat. i take back the above offer to help you. i gave you more than enough information already. if i had a way to block you (and you didn't live in my own freaking house) i would. and stop trolling in the comments.

i had so much other shit to write about today, but i'm contemplating another blackout.

bah.

remember the good 'ole days, when making stuff with duct tape wasn't cool, but you thought it was just awesome?

yes, yes, i remember those days. i remember my spendiferous wallet that i made myself completely out of duct tape. i used it for a long time too, only having to fix a rip once. i finally got rid of it 'cause the design was flawed and, let's face it, duct tape doesn't last forever. that and i got a spiffy wallet with blue fire on it, with one of those plastic picture holders on it and everything.

well fellow duct tape lovers, it seems as though think geek has capitalized on our love of duct tape wallets. and they're charging $20 for it too. that's just insane. i could get two flickerstick shirts for that price.

oh yeah, and they also have milton's red swingline stapler.

ooh, i could spend a lot of money buying stuff off that site. it's awesome.

must learn more code. i'm off.

spendiferous

tequila mockingbird, besides being really funny, also has a lot of awesome links. j rocks like that.

so i went to pseudodictionary yesterday and looked around. nice stuff, but not many words that i use on a regular basis. so, i made my lovely word an actual word in an actual dictionary. really, go check it out. i should add ahok and ohok (twins!) in there, but that'll have to wait. the only other word i can think of to add would be cripes. is cripes in the regular dictionary? hmm... nope, not in webster's, but i did find it at dictionary.com. i still don't think that counts, though.

second link: 26 things photographic scavenger hunt. makes me really want a digital camera so i can join in the fun. ah, my first real ambition, to be a photographer. that was one of the things i was going to do this summer. i still have time, i just need a digital camera, since i don't want to pay $6 to develop every roll of film i shoot and then have to rely on the people at walgreens to not mess my pictures up. bah.

three days ago we found 6 more kittens. that makes our grand total (for now) ten. ten lovely kittens, that we will need to get rid of (again). any takers?

i didn't know how damn territorial hummingbirds are. we've got something like 7 of them that hang around our house and use the hummingbird feeders we put up, but they'll freaking dive bomb each other. it's insane. they make a creepy little noise too. hummingbirds are awesome.

i'm off.

long days, cold nights

i left my nice pillow over at jessica's. waking up this morning with an aching neck was painful. at least i didn't roll over on my side. that would've been really painful.

jess, i want my pillow back. bah. i'll call you, seeing as how you're not online.

i don't know what she's sayin

i was listening to ben folds, trying to get the urge to write. that is such good music, i got caught up in it and couldn't think of anything else. well, i thought of something... someone... but that's not new.

i want to write about people, about my feelings about people, but it's just so damn hard to get it out onto paper. maybe i'm still paranoid. and for good damn reason. do i think i'll change? no. i don't trust people. and the only two people i do trust aren't here. figures. hope i didn't freak alex out...

ah, i'm wandering. it's so much easier typing things, 'cause once you put it on paper, then it's real. you can't change it, it's bare, it's like... writing your soul down on paper. for as much as i put down in here, i don't feel it's as real as when i write something down on paper. two different worlds. one i'm ok with sharing. the other, well, i'm at the point now where i need something to just be mine. i can share it with you, but only if i knew you could understand.

that's why it's so hard. i don't know what people think. i don't know how they feel. no one knows another person, truely. well, let me take that back, you can know another person like that, but that's another line of thinking altogether.

full moon's tonight. i think i will have insomnia.

alex, i need you.

so far away

man, i've been having the weirdest dreams this summer. it's really odd.

we got back an hour ago from getting my license. yes, that's right, no more restrictions for me, i have my full license. of course, if i actually liked to drive when i got my first provisional (and didn't lose my wallet in a pond), i would've had it in december. now i don't have to worry about getting pulled over for speeding. not that i'm ever gonna get pulled over or anything.

i have to find out how tall i am. i told the lady that i was 5'8" and on my last provisional it said 5'9". so we put 5'10" on this one. but now i'm curious. i haven't grown in something like, three years, and now my mom thinks i'm growing again. this is something that i must investigate.

other interesting thing only interesting to me: i found out what our zip code is. apparently, even though we technically still live in santa fe county, where we live is classified as española zip code (the mail comes out of the española office). so now i have to try those map searches again and see if it can find my house, now that we actually have a street name and address and all.

how you know you're in española: you go to pizza hut and find a big sticker of la virgen in the fifty cent sticker machines. i'm tempted to go back and buy it. which would probably bring up some discussion, seeing as how i'm an atheist and all...

mmm. i have to get off and write alex another letter. maybe i'll just print this post and send it to her...

i'm off.

just run away

so apparently the broken comments were my own damn fault. i was supposed to update my yaccs code after blogger switched to dano. so now it should be fixed.

ees hot

i was just about to blog about how unreliable all the other commenting systems are, i find out that yaccs is shot. apparently i've had comments, but it wasn't showing that i had comments. and the yaccs page is down. the one time in the year that yaccs is down, i want to write about how reliable it is. figures.

i just killed a good hour over at homestarrunner.com. quite funny. i still want that trogdor t-shirt.

um, yeah. my mind is shot. must be the heat. i'm off.

mmmvampires

i was just thinking, michael and david are two of the best guys names ever. and it's kinda ironic seeing how that's two of daivd's three names. it kinda creeps me out.

question: earbuds. how are they on sound quality? i can't exactly wear my headphones for a few months. not unless i want to put up with the extreme pain.

pirates of the caribbean is out in dreamcatcher. mmm johnny depp.

i have three options: buy earbuds, go see the movie, or save my money for what i'm saving my money for. it's a hard pick...

there's a fire in the mountains behind my house. it's been there for over a week, but they just recently started bothering with it, because it got a LOT bigger. funny. but there's smoke everywhere, especially in the mornings, when i wake up and can't even see the mountains there's so much smoke. which explains why my eyes are giving me fits.

bah. i'm off.

cruel and unusual.

i hate my uterus. seriously. i don't like these mood swings. before a year ago (maybe a little more than a year), i had pretty much two states: indifferent or pissed off. i was either chill with whatever was going on, or i was pissed. two general moods that didn't switch back and forth in a flash. but now, i can be just chillin with whatever's happening, and the next second i'm totally pissed. or, the one that i especially love, bawling my eyes out. for the tiniest reason (like something wasn't in its right place), or no reason at all. just sitting there, minding my business, and all of a sudden a wave of some outlandish emotion hits me. totally not cool.

and what do i blame for this? hormones. and therefore my uterus. pms and mood swings, days when i want to jump any guy that i see (alex can attest to this), days that i just feel like total crap. and i blame it all on my uterus.

cruel and unusual. and i don't even want kids. i've never wanted kids, i'll never want kids later on. don't give me that crap about motherly instinct, i don't like children and that's that. i would be the kind of mother that would expect my children to be on the same intellectual/maturity level as me, and maturity and children are two things that don't mix. trust me, i would not be a typical "good" mother.

cruel and unusual. name one female that likes her period. exactly. the only ones i can think of are when they're afraid they're pregnant, and then their period is a godsend.

cruel and unusual. guys, you have no idea how fortunate you are not to have a uterus. i also feel sorry for you, having to put up with your girlfriends when they're pms-ing.

and so ends today's rant. the uterus: cruel and unusual punishment.

the things you dream when you're asleep

eye drops are a girl's best friend. and glasses. my eye is punishing me for wearing my contacts all week even with my allergies. either it's just mad, or i somehow scratched the hell out of it yesterday.

so i'm back from my week off. the only thing it made me realize is that blogging is the bulk of what i do online. that and the fact that there's a big difference between what i want to write and what i do write. and that's probably because of the people that read this. who knows, maybe one day i'll stop caring and just throw it all out here.

alex is gone for two weeks and i'm two days late in my letter writing. last year i sent her a letter almost every day, now i'll be lucky if i can think of stuff to fill up three. the things i could write, are things i could very well just post. whatever. i just hope she's having a super time.

and again with the non-content. bah. but i'm gonna try harder this time. i don't think i'll do another blackout in the near future, but if it helps me to write, then it's worth trying again.

yeah, and i'm a drama queen

manual labor sucks when you have two people who don't understand what the other's saying. and i have to try and explain.

new thought: they're absolutely right. piercings serve no purpose. and i really, really need a pair of shoes. i don't think my feet can take it anymore. and since my dad's paying, i'll feel better knowing that it goes for something that i actually use.

shoes.

yes, i'm pissed, but what's new with that. i also feel light headed, my knees hurt, my feet hurt (shoes), and my lungs feel icky. if i could think of anything else to complain about physically, i would. because that's what i am. a complaining little bitch. oh, excuse me, complaining little ungrateful bitch.

fuck me. i'm taking a week off.

playing guitar with a messed up pinky

the original plan was for us to have the whole floor done by 2, 3pm today. we haven't even started putting it down. but that's ok, the more work i do the less guilty i'll feel on thursday. if i even do it.

so: our cat just had 4 kittens. which means if you didn't get the chance to have one of our billion kittens a couple months ago, you can in about 3 weeks.

hmmm. contemplating going to cruces for a week...

again i come to the conclusion that i should just stop posting crap and wait until i have something decent to say.