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Saturday, February 1st, 2003
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7:06 pm - I moved
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I've moved. My new journal account is ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) adespota. I about half of you to my friend's list over there. If you weren't moved, it's nothing personal. I tried to move the journals that were both active themselves and either comment in mine, or reply to the comments I post in them. If you still wish to be on my friend's list, then by all means add me and I'll add you back! I'm just a lazy bum and I didn't want to transfer all 80 of you.
Also, as I am a bum, I spent this morning working on the layout for that instead of doing something productive. Feed back is always welcome :D
current mood:  busy
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(3 fell into the limpid pool | gaze into my eyes)
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| Friday, January 31st, 2003
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3:20 pm - "TOK killed the GPA"
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I'm switching journals this weekend. All the details will come once I finish the layout. And I'm still unsure as to whether I want it to be all friend's only, all public, or a mix.
I had a dream about the cat dissections at the beginning of the week. We were in bio, and Molly had gotten the cat ready first, and I was just sitting somewhere, screwing off. Once I had finally gotten my apron, goggles and gloves, I looked over to see Molly, her boyfriend, some short girl and Catherine all dissecting Fredrigo. You're only allowed to have 3 to a cat, and that was already one too many, so I went to sit down and do a worksheet. Catherine noticed that I wasn't dissecting, so she came and sat next to me to help with the worksheet. While we were looking through the book, it was almost like there was a pop-up diagram of the cat, and you had to look under the intestines to read the text. She was grossed out and I was indifferent. The End.
Today was the first day of TOK (Theory of Knowledge) which looks basically like philosophy. We've been told since middle school that Quinn, the TOK teacher, thinks himself Lucifer incarnate and will fail us all. I've had a few dealings with him through NHS, but I was still a little worried this morning. Why are we all afraid of him? The man isn't scary, he's just sadistic and apathetic. I like him a lot; his cynical sense of humour and flamboyance from his acting days will make the class interesting. I'm excited, I'm gonna own this class :D
current mood:  bouncy
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(3 fell into the limpid pool | gaze into my eyes)
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| Friday, January 24th, 2003
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5:49 pm - For once, it isn't "42"
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| Tuesday, January 21st, 2003
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9:19 pm - Updates Sans Content
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Bwa-ha-ha, I spent my evening corrupting young minds. And what did you do? Hmmm?
Actually, very little corruption took place; I just preyed upon what already existed. Apparently, my very 12 year old sister finds the word “boob” to be incredibly humorous, so I found a multitude of ways to say it. Different inflections, used in songs, mouthing it, making up silly poems. The poor girl was in stitches, but it was just too funny to watch her shaking so hard with nothing coming out because apparently, I’m that funny.
Mother found out that PSAT scores are out. She wants me to “pick mine up tomorrow.” Doom, death, agony, despair and Burn’s notes. ‘Tis always my fate, non?
And am I the only person who when somebody says “May the force be with you” wants to respond with “And also with you”? I think I’ve spent too much time in the Episcopal Church…
current mood:  blah
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(2 fell into the limpid pool | gaze into my eyes)
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| Friday, January 17th, 2003
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10:26 pm - No domain payment recieved yet?!?! ~rips out hair~ I hate these people
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( Two stolen quizzes: HP Quidditch Team from Eyre and Personality Number from Dawnie )
Canard has oh-so-graciously burned me every episode, music video and even the movie of Cowboy Bebop. He says I need to learn to properly appreciate anime. Must've gotten wind of the Yu-Gi-Oh Incident, or whatever that show's called (this consists of Diana and I trying to find something that looked like anime on TV, but being scared to let mother see us, so we ran out of the room every time she came in). Well, this is all absolutely amazing and whatnot, but I don't have the proper drivers to view the visual (although I love the theme song!). So Canard has for the last hour been trying to help me troubleshoot, and it won't work. I need access to the admin account so I can install it, and of course I don't know the password.
So now Canard's got some haphazard scheme about how to convince Dad that we need this driver installed for his own good. Or at least come up with some way to get him to install them without him finding out about the lovely collection of pirated anime I've got stashed in my backpack...
Other breaking news includes my return to Pep Band. I wasn’t there for fall quarter because I thought that since I’m not in classical band this year (only jazz) that I was exempt. Well, Mr. B has finally noticed my absence, and informed me that he has need of more trombone players. Last year, I hated basketball season because all my friends were on different squads. I just sat around reading by book for 2 hours and feeling lonely. I lucked out this year; most anybody I’d talk to is on the squad that’s short of trombones. It was actually a decent evening between catching up with Laura and us actually winning (after 2 overtimes).
current mood:  complacent
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(7 fell into the limpid pool | gaze into my eyes)
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| Tuesday, January 14th, 2003
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9:07 pm - Stolen from bondchick_nett
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7:55 pm - The extras on Diana's DVD are cute
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They still say they haven't received payment for my domain yet, which irks me. A check to CA does not take more than 2 days to go in the mail and they easily could've processed it by now. I really need to renew kauherdguild.com too, but I don't want to give them any more of my money until they tell me they've gotten the first payment. ~sigh~ I might actually have to go somewhere that costs more money just because that means they're actually paying people to run the place.
However, on the up side of my pitiful internet existence, I have finally come up with a screen name that I can be happy with for a year, so I'll be buying my paid LJ account very soon. Once I switch over I'll announce it.
Not much occurred today, since there wasn't any school. The teachers are picketing Olympia because this year's budget does not include funding that was allocated by certain initiatives, which specified smaller class sizes and a cost-of-living increase for teachers. Most of my teachers drove down to picket, so now I'm watching the news to see if any of them are on. Diana's teacher, however, did not, which also irks me (must be an irksome day, eh?). I don't understand how she thinks that things will change if she doesn't voice her opinion. Not that they will get the funding that they want, but it's a matter of principal.
EDIT: Somebody shoot me... You know you’ve been in IB Anatomy/Physiology too long when they have a news clip about the fat between your organs and all you can think of is how much fat was between the organs of the cat you were dissecting last week. By the way, Fredrigo was a fairly unhealthy cat, as there was lots of fat between his intestines.
current mood: complacent
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(3 fell into the limpid pool | gaze into my eyes)
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| Saturday, January 4th, 2003
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12:55 pm - The only thing I haven't done is picked out my new LJ sn...
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( This is one of my favorite movies :) )
The KHG Pictionary Party starts in a few minutes, and I have yet to have downloaded Shockwave. Arr... And apparently, neither has Brian. So the party's going to be late, and we're going to get yelled at again. Oh well.
I'm really excited about the domain, my check goes in the mail today. The only problem is that while I can draw a really pretty potential layout for it on paper, they aren't turning out that way on the computer :\ Maybe one day my muse will return. But on top of that, I'm also going to get (later this month) the domain name that I almost got for myself. Liz and I were going to make a mockumentary of her growing illegal catnip and we were going to pretend it was pot and the whole thing was going to be quite humorous. Well, we're thinking about maybe just taking pictures of it and uploading it to the internet with commentary. And then, of course, we'd have to run a very cynical newsblog and do some random photos and commentary. This is going to rock :)
current mood: bouncy
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(2 fell into the limpid pool | gaze into my eyes)
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| Friday, January 3rd, 2003
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6:16 pm - It's mine!
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I can't believe it's still in theatres, but My Big Fat Greek Wedding is still playing. I really enjoyed it, I'm glad that I saw it before it hit video. That was just too cute to miss :) I can really relate to the girl, my family's bizarre, but in an opposite fashion. Instead of having my father pushing me into marriage, he'd practically forbid it, regardless of who it was to.
I'd love to write up a review, but I need to get to work. I finally settled on a domain name (much to the world's disappointment; I'm not getting the one that sounds like a porn site :\). I've got layouts to make and things to purchase...
current mood:  excited
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(gaze into my eyes)
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| Tuesday, December 31st, 2002
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1:55 pm - The Useless Bits Post
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Yikes. It's weird to be looking at the comments of somebody you know, and see that they know other people you know that you didn't think they did.
I had a really disturbing dream, but I'm not going to publish it. I never knew my subconscious thought in NC-17, but apparently it does. I also never knew that my subconscious had a strange attraction to this guy in my French class, yet apparently it does. I don't think my subconscious really belongs to me since this dream is really creepy and very un-me.
I will interpret the dream, but you guys can't actually read it because it will ruin my reputation forever ;D Basically, the inner me wishes to leave the shelter that has been created by my parents, but I'm not ready (which was shown by the location of the dream and the act I did after "The Incident"). The dream also shows that one reason I'm afraid to grow up is because of my parents, and so I make every effort to hide myself from them.
I could write a million things about hiding the Over-12 Jenny from the Parental Units, but I'll save that for another day. Why? Because I got a temporary life! Yes indeed, Jenny is actually going to socialize. Please, do not faint, my friends. Quinn has yet to have seen TTT ~gasp~ so we're going to go see an early showing of that, then come back over here to bake a cake and take our annual Bear Family Photo. We've saved some fireworks from the 4th, so we'll be setting those off and watching things at the Space Needle. And, of course, I'll have to gross Quinn out with the rats :P
Speaking of rats, they were only number 9 on Animal Planet's Extreme Top 10. Cockroaches only got 6 which surprised me since they've been around since the dawn of time and will never die. Apparently, the creature that took first, a Water Bear, can withstand temperatures of +/- 300 C without dying and has survived over 140 years without water.
current mood:  apathetic
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(3 fell into the limpid pool | gaze into my eyes)
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| Monday, December 30th, 2002
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9:39 pm - "We may loose, and we may win/But we'll never be here again"
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Woah… I’m not sure what made me decide to do it, but I’ve joined the HPRP at ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) sane_potter. I wanted to be Hermoine or Padma, but they were both taken. I thought that being one of the undeveloped Ravenclaws might be fun, but I can’t find any references to them in the books other than when they’re sorted. So, since I’m such a Francophile, I settled on Fleur, even though that’s the hugest personality clash that ever was. The whole thing hasn’t started yet, but we’re allowed to make trivial posts in the mean time. If you want to see what a horrible writer I am, you can always read fleurdelagelee. Gah, I don’t even know how this works, I’m such an RPG virgin :\ It looks fun, though.
current mood: excited
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(3 fell into the limpid pool | gaze into my eyes)
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| Saturday, December 28th, 2002
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7:19 pm - ~munches contentedly on her Kinder Egg~
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Why can't Americans make good chocolate? I mean, even a plain chocolate bar from Hershey's Canada is better than the American alternative. My friend gave me a box of Kinder Surprise eggs for Christmas, which is much better than anything else you could get for that price. The chocolate actually melts in your mouth! And it's sweet without being too sweet or too bitter. ~licks lips~ These things are exactly how cheap chocolate ought to be, yet to get something that taste this good, you've got to fork over 4 times the price.
The little prizes inside are really cute, too. The egg I just opened has this pond that you assemble with lilies in it, and then you flip frogs into the lilies, with each lily being worth a different point value. I never really liked McDonald's toys when I was little 'cause you can't do anything with them. They're just cheap, unimaginative plastic figurines. Now, if I was 6, this frog set would have play value. And the parts are all nicely painted, unlike McDonalds which never bothers to make their toys look good.
Maybe I should go to UBC. Everybody I've talked to who went there liked it quite a bit. I'm sure I could get in, and there should be no problem getting credit for my IB classes, since they've got IB up there too. Last time I was in Canada, it seemed so much nicer than it is here. You didn't see any homeless bums on the main streets in Vancouver, there was less litter, the people seemed to smile just a little bit more. Of course, I'm romanticizing about this, so it'll look much better than it really is, but still...
I'm playing around with my Wacom, and it's a hopeless cause. I might as well have saved my parents the money and never put it on my list in the first place. I've always fancied myself an artist, but it's really just a huge delusion. When I was little, my artistic abilities were advanced for my age. I even got a piece into the Edmonds Art Festival, and it won an honourable mention. As I got older, my motor skills stayed about the same. I couldn't tie my shoe laces for a very long time, or balloons. I have a hard time with activities like sewing and cross-stitch that require fine motor skills. So we can all guess what Jenny's mostly interested in :P I honestly can't draw very well, but I kept hoping that maybe it'd all just come to me, like magic. I tried taking art classes at the beginning of this school year, but I didn't learn what I wanted to know. The woman wanted us to understand concepts, like shading and stuff, and I suck at that. I couldn't concentrate on learning because everybody else in the room was a retired person who wanted somewhere quiet to draw. We'd have to show other people our work, and their all looked fabulous, and mine... didn't. I want to draw cartoons, and I can't. I've tried to become interested in anime just so I can be exposed to a style I could copy, but that never worked. I study the works of people that I like, and I try to copy them, but to no avail. I have no style, no skill. Jenny may be down to the evil tracing stage.
( Here's my first sketch on the Wacom, just to prove my point )
Everything I've ever wanted to be good at I can't do, and anything I can do I hate doing. But life would be too easy if it all worked out, wouldn't it?
current mood:  frustrated
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(11 fell into the limpid pool | gaze into my eyes)
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| Friday, December 27th, 2002
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8:48 pm - I'm dreaming of a warm after-Boxing Day
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We *just* got our power back on and it's been out since before I woke up this morning. It's so nice to be warm again :)
When I woke up, I was really grouchy 'cause I wanted to sim some more today, especially since I spent all last night making plans. Well, that obviously wasn't going to work, so I moped around for awhile until Mom said she was going out. I immediately jumped in the car with her and spent all day returning things in warm stores. (Off topic, but now Diana can sit in the front seat of the car; I didn't remember that the back seats sucked as much as they do.) When we came home, the power still wasn't on, and we had to call all of Diana's friends and tell them that her Birthday Party was canceled. She's been really upset about all this, but we ordered pizza while lighting candles. One of her friends was going out of town, so we invited her over and played a rousing game of Cranium.
I always knew I was computer-reliant, but I never realized it was as bad as it is until the electricity was gone. Everything I could think of to do except reading, drawing and interacting with the family (gasp!) involved electricity. It was weird to sit down and eat dinner and play a game with my family. We never do that when we're at home. We've created a monster. Can't live without these inventions, but in the end, when they're gone, we will have killed ourselves.
current mood: warming up
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(1 fell into the limpid pool | gaze into my eyes)
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| Wednesday, December 25th, 2002
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1:18 pm - Have a holly jolly Christmas, 'cause it's that time of the year...
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Diana came in at 7:12 this morning to wake me up, bouncing around giggling. Rawr. She's lucky I didn't hit her. Took me 15 minutes of moaning before I could get out of bed, trundle downstairs and hide in another blanket. After a cup of cocoa, I finally woke up, and unwrapped all my presents from Mere & Pere. Still haven't gone to Ba's house yet, so more's coming!
Most of what I got:
- A TON of Harry Potter merchandise-- both computer games, a pillow case and a long sleeved shirt (Diana got the soundtracks for both movies, a pillow case and two shirts :|)
- Lots of CDs-- TTT soundtrack, Billie Holiday, Antonio Carlos Jobim, Edith Piaf
- Some customized smelly bath products from Escents in my favorite mix
- A yoga mat
- Over 12 pairs of cow socks, apparently mine are wearing thin and a pair of socks with socks on them, and the little socks appear to have even littler socks on them
- Some shirts that I don't intend to keep
- New PJs
- Cow Parade puzzle
- A Kau (Neopets) key chain to match my plushie (I gave Diana a Bruce plushie)
- A trombone-playing angel
- Gift Certificate to the Olive Garden for going out with friends
- A cell phone
- Sims: Unleashed
- A Wacom tablet!
~does a happy dance~ I got a Wacom! I can draw now! Neopets fan art, here I come!
Last night, my uncle and his girl friend brought their Chow mix over. It ran in the house and started jumping on my rat cage :\ His girlfriend seemed to think it was funny, but Uncle Mike and I ran towards the cage to save my rats. Mirabelle didn't move for half an hour after the dog left the room :| :| :|
His girlfriend, Heidi, is rather strange. Mother thinks that before she met my uncle, she had a nervous breakdown. She is a starving artist (painted Diana and I pictures of our rats dressed up as a gift) but her style isn't that great. She hates how I play the computer, always tells me how I'm wasting my life away in front of it and should get a horse. Last night, while I was simming, she sits down near me and starts to tell me all about the horses she owned as a child. Then (I lost where the transition came in) she started reciting a story that came to her in a dream by memory. That, apparently, was based off true events and then she started telling me her whole life story. I was so glad that Mere announced that dessert was ready; there are only so many non-committal noises a girl can make.
I'm really enjoying Unleashed, I think it's much better than the last expansion pack. Going on vacation isn't something that people do that often, so you never really have the chance to use the new features. With Unleashed, going to Old Town is free, so you are always there. Old Town seems like stereotypical Louisiana, they've got your jazz musician, Miss Lucille who reads palms, etc... Although they have bunches of coffee and pastry shops, which is very Seattle-esque. I'm lovin' all the new pets! The reptiles and birds are alright (especially training your Macaw to dance) but I'm really fond of the cats and dogs. They're so adorable, and they have so much character! ~goes off to download skins~
current mood: ecstatic
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(7 fell into the limpid pool | gaze into my eyes)
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| Tuesday, December 24th, 2002
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| Monday, December 23rd, 2002
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5:21 pm - Anteater "is the kind of of person I usually hate in my life"
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Awhile ago, I sent in my journal to be reviewed at review_you. I fared better here than poor Susurrus did with Toxic17.
( Read Their Review And My Comments )
So... to continue on fitting their stereotype, I spent all day at church. We were going to go shopping this morning for the food baskets, but Mom forgot her purse at home :O She dropped Diana and I off at church so we could finish wrapping things while she went back to get her purse. Right as we were leaving church, another woman called wanting a basket. Her ex was supposed to bring over presents for her 4 kids, but he never did, and she just barely scraped together enough food from the food bank for Christmas dinner. She said it wouldn't be a problem, but she had to use the money she would've spent on them to pay for the electricity which was shut off. When Mom was getting the ages of her kids, she mentioned the two younger ones, pauses and then said "I've got a 17 & 18 year old boy also, but they don't believe in Christmas anymore, so you don't need to worry about them." We spent 2 hours at Albertson's where I got loads of strange looks with 6 of everything in my cart. Came back to church, sorted things into piles, finished wrapping, and now most of it's out the door. We still have 2 more to deliver, but Mere left us at home while she shops for this new family.
Christmas really is beginning to feel like Christmas again. Maybe it's that I'm back in the rhythm of tradition-- I've been doing the food baskets since I was 1 1/2. I think though, corny as it may be, that now I'm finally doing what makes Christmas fun. Opening your own packages is always nice, but after your done with it, it's over and there's nothing to entertain you with. If your taking care of somebody else, you spend so much time thoughtfully shopping for them, wrapping things. Even after it's all over and you've seen their smiles, it still comes back. You still see them around, get a thank you in the mail, and you know they'll be there next year.
current mood:  rushed
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| Sunday, December 22nd, 2002
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11:13 pm - Me: Quila, what are three adjectives to describe me? Quila: Eat, sleep and wiggle
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This morning, I once again got out of attending the service. Instead, I wrapped presents for the kids getting food baskets. They're all growing up and now, even if we spend the same amount of money on them, the volume is so small (they're all getting gift certificates). I actually wouldn't have minded going in just this once. Regardless of what my father says, I like singing 18th Century "funeral dirges."
All this afternoon was spent at the mall. We still had to buy things for one of the food basket kids, Dominic. His mother had him when she was 15 and doesn't even know who the father is. His uncle (20, I believe) just got out of jail, and now the whole family is mooching off his grandmother. It's really fun to pick out baby toys; they're all so cute! I really feel sorry for the poor kid, though. Just because of the circumstances he was born into, it's very likely he's going to end up like the rest of them. Actually, that's the only family my church helps where they're all bums. All the rest of them are single mothers trying to hold jobs and raise their families.
While we were at the mall, I bought my outfit to wear on Christmas Eve. It's kind of hard to explain, but it'd look great on Josie's new base, so I think I'll doll it tomorrow if I have time. Tomorrow's going to be hectic-- I've got to help shop for the food baskets in the morning and clean/decorate all afternoon.
It's starting to feel like Christmas again. We put up the tree today. It still looks a little barren since all that's on it is tinsel and lights, but we can put up ornaments tomorrow. It must be all this present wrapping that's making the season come alive again. Woah... that was extraordinarily corny.
It always amazes me... I'm never really that upset, but you'd think that I was if all you did was read my journal. I was re-reading it as I was trying to decide whether I want to stay here or move for the next year, and I only seem to write when I'm distressed. Writing is very soothing for me; I rarely feel angry after I'm done attempting to sort out my thoughts. There's always something in life to wiggle for.
Yaaah me! Turns out I took third in a contest at Rainbow Ducklings. I've placed in the last two contests I've entered, which is pretty good. ~drools over her awards page~
current mood: complacent
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(gaze into my eyes)
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| Saturday, December 21st, 2002
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8:01 pm - 3 year olds make cute angels even when the sheep pass gas
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I just wrapped tissue paper around my childhood and put it in a box. In fact, it's in the garage now, waiting to go sit in the attic until I'm old and need to realize the years of my life that I'll remember as happy.
My dollhouse started when Pere gave me a small set of German furniture he bought while on a trip for the Air Force. He brought it home, and I proceeded to set it up on some shelves in my room. At that time, my friend flufyhamstergrl had a huge dollhouse and spent a great deal of her time on miniatures. We'd get together to move our furniture and make up stories about the lives of our dolls. I started ordering more pieces out of catalogues and even had my Dad build me a house, which took around two years. Each shingle was placed individually, holes were made in the stained floorboards so it looked like nails were there, and each door or window opened. By the time it was done, I was in middle school and my interest for it began to wane. By the time it was built, I didn’t really care anymore and it’s just been sitting around, fully furnished since. It’s right where the Christmas tree goes, so we decided to pack it up once and for all.
Tonight was the living nativity at my church. When I was in elementary school, we put on one every year. We built a stable, had nice costumes and even got live animals. The woman who ran it left the church, so it didn’t get done until now. We combined forces with The Expedition and it went over all right. There were actually people there who didn’t go to church with us! Most of the angels and shepherds didn’t move around the stable, they just stood there, which frustrated me. Hopefully it’ll go better next year.
I just sat down to think about what I’ve eaten today, and I’ve only consumed candy, cocoa and cookies. The more I think about it, that’s what my whole week’s been like. I’m going to die of malnutrition by the end of December :\
current mood: tired
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2:20 pm - "...or would you like me to get you a box?"
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| Wednesday, December 18th, 2002
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4:57 pm - Down with Meridell!
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I owned my IB Oral. I thought it was going to be the individual oral, so I was a nervous wreck all day long. I was all shakey and I spent all of 7th practicing. So when I show up with a prepared speech (as did Ben) we find out it's the flippin' group oral! So basically we just had to take continually or listen to Mme. Abed talk for half an hour. I saw the grade sheets, and while I don't know my numerical score, I'm the only one who didn't get any unhappy faces (all checks! Wahoo!) and it even said "bonne idees" I really hope I pull at least a 6 overall, it'd be so nice not to have to worry about something like Bio at the end of next year.
In WP today we found a yearbook for Shellsville HS. It was classic-- had pages for all the different classes, homecoming, drama, clubs, sports. What made it especially great was the fact that it was all sheep. Yes, we had sheep dressed up for Homecoming, loosing football games and having senior quotes. Their valedictorian got abducted by a UFO when giving her speech, and there was only one member of the NHS. Their basketball coach was quoted saying "we only had one goal for this year; improvement. And I think we may have almost met that."
Even though I've had absolutely no time this week, I'm still suffering from a gaming revival. All of a sudden, I'm interested in more than my guild on Neopets, and I started playing The Sims again. I can't wait until winter break :D I can't find any good, free Sim objects, however. My houses used to be furnished all by WDS, 7DS, SimFreaks and Moni's, but now most of those are paysites. I got a few pieces of decent furniture from 7DS and Oph3lia's, but I can't find any walls! Why, why, why are there no good walls and floors availible?!?! Rawr.
current mood:  anxious
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