My hair is AMAZING!

Yesterday with Widman was really fun. I had a yummy yummy garlic bagel and I think I love garlic more than anything else in the world. It's better than chocolate and there's plenty to go around. The only thing that was bad about yesterday morning was the fact that there was no parking in the Starbucks lot. None at all. Then when I finally found a spot Kim called and I had to leave my lovely parking place and pick her up. It's ok Kim! Kelly was supposed to dance aorund in my parking spot until we returned. But I guess she decided not to in favor of getting me a bagel and also to avoid being mobbed by crazed Starbucks-deprived Kenmorons. What's with that?
After we chatted with Ms. Widman for a while Christina decided she wanted me and Kim to cut her hair. It's because Kim did such a nice job cutting my hair earlier this month and I did a nice job fixing what I did to Kim's hair also earlier this month. Then after we finished making Christina's hair a work of art she decided she wanted a new color. Such a rebel.
First we went to Kt's grandfather's wake and met Phil and Bostaph there. Kt wasn't there but we talked with her mom. I'm really glad we went. None of us had met him, but it's nice just to be there to support the family. May his memory be eternal! And Kt's uncle too. Our thoughts and prayers are with you.
After the wake we stopped at Walgreens to get some Sudafed (sp?) for Kelly because her cough returned uninvited. You're not wanted, Cough, you hear! Go away and leave my best friend alone!!!!!! We also decided to go crazy with out hair because we're rebels. Both Christina and Kim went red, I decided to just go for red streaks. Kelly wanted green tips but we couldn't find any green dye. I read this thing that said you could use Kool Aid to dye your hair, so we decided to try green Kool Aid. It didn't really work, though. Ah, well, there's still the rest of the summer in which to rebel.
Afterwards I ate dinner with the Coopers because they were nice and invited me. Thank you! It was much goodness. Then it was off to fencing. Mr. McRandom left handed dude from intermediate whose name I can never remember challenged me to a duel. I was all gearing up to fence him but Tom called lineup. Next week, though...
We decided to have an advanced weapons tournament in the hall that turned into a Brian winning every single bout tournament. He was being really mean to me! Really rude! But it doesn't matter because I kicked his butt and his spleen is mine. He fleched at me but I got him first, and that's what happen when you pick on people who are smaller than you. I was actually doing well until Kelly beat me. That's ok. It was a cute team victory. And a blue team victory. It works on so many levels! I miss Matt! Kelly rocks because she beat Martin.
We left fencing early to go back to Kt's grandfather's wake. We got there in the middle of a service. It was really sad. Lots of love to Kt and her family.
We left the funeral home and I took Chelsea home and stopped in to see my dad. I thought he was going to flip about my hair, but he's color blind, so he didn't even notice. I had to tell him, and he didn't care. He was more upset at me for procrastinating about the Church Scholarship. So I did it this morning. All I needed was a little prodding.
I still got a Responsability Lecture thing and was happy to escape to Kim's house for a very silly movie, "Stuck on You." Then I stayed up late talking to Phil again- I did not keep you up last night! It was totally your own fault, Phil Getman! Just kidding, I guess it was half my fault...
Anyway, that was my day. Now I'm just waiting for my scholarship letters to be done and I shall take them to church and restore myself to my father's good graces.

Still in my PJs

The cool thing about summer is that it's 11 o'clock in the morning and I got up half and hour ago and I'm still in my PJs. I like that.
Yesterday I lounged around the house and avoided writing thank you notes. I really should do that. But I started cleaning my room. Now it only looks like a minor tropical storm hit it, not like a hurrican ran through it and then ravenous wolves tore it apart and then elephants decided to beat it up. It's a definate improvement. I also organized my pictures from this year and put them all into...the photo album that Marie gave me! Yay for good grad presents! Thank you Marie! I really needed a photo album, and not I only have to look for one, instead of two. (The France pictures are still floating in a nebulous non-photo-album-land). Then I tried to go to a movie with Naomi, but it turns out the movie people hate me and none of the times worked. So meh to them! Somewhere around this time I put a load of laundry in the wash. This included my Kung Fu shirt, which was gross. I thought to myself, hm, I need to remember to put these in the dryer this afternoon because I need my shirt this evening for class. So I continue on my merry way and go online and visit Kelly and eat her sub and eat some yummy ice cream and the next thing you know it's time to get ready for class and is my shirt dry? No! It's still in the washing machine where I forgot about it! I'm soooooooo dumb! I could hit myself.
So I skipped Kung Fu because Laoshi would yell at me and that's never fun. I'll just go on Wednesday.
Anyway, it turns out that I fail at life because writing group was canceled too, but I didn't know because I didn't read my e-mail before I left, so I went but nobody was there. :( Then I felt really dumb again. It's a reoccuring trend in my life, I think, and I want it to stop. Then I stayed up until 3:30 talking to Phil online and now it's 11:30 and I need to get out of my wonderful PJs so I can go get some coffee with Ms. Widman because she rocks hard core. And that's my story.

Yikes, I'm a Real Live ADULT!

We graduated from high school today! Congrats, congrats, congrats to everyone! Class of 2004 kicks some major butt, and the school is definatly going to go down hill without us there for the coolness factor. But that's their problem. Next year we shall go to our respective colleges and rock the campuses. Look out world, here we come!!!!!!
Anyway, the last couple of days have just been party party party. On Friday we had an amazing party in Mang Park (for which rented an extra shelter that we didn't really need. D'oh!). All the coolest people were there, but we were ditched by Greg Kaufman, who told me he was "called into work at the last minute" today when I yelled at him before graduation (yeah, we see how it is), Greg Della Posta who is STILL a FRESHMAN and shall be until the first day school (well, that's my opinion) and Shawn, the coolest Buffalo Police officer and left handed-fencer in the world. Why, why did he skip our party? I even gave him some hard core good directions on how to get to the park! Shot down us. Some of the highlights of the party were: 1. Playing kickball with Mr. Watson and having my team win. Since when does a team I'm on win at anything? That would be never. 2. Playing with Meghan's HUGE beach ball. That was mad hot! Where did Meghan get it? I think I want one! Except our guy friends are too mean for words. We girls may be short, but that just puts our knees in closer proximity to your groins. So you can just rethink hovering behind us and stealing the ball from over our heads. Yeah, that's right. 3. Me almost getting kicked in the face by Jay Goldstein. Sorry if I'm buthering the spelling of your last name, Jay! 4. Playing Red Rover and me getting trampled by Rob Marsh. It's ok, Rob. Getting a fish-shaped bruise has made me the most popular kid at parties. I think we should agree, however, that we're too big and too old to play that game. It's dangerous!
Oh, and one last thing- Thank you to the random lady who helped me carry the subs to my car when I picked them up from Subway! Your help was very much appreciated!!!!!
On Saturday I went to Andy B's graduation brunch at Fanny's with some very random people. It was fun, but highly random. The people there were Joe Sleap, Chris Arnet (BDCMCADB), Ellen Walthers, Liz Stancliff, Leah Rankin, Colin Griffin and Laura Bowen. And Kelly Cooper, of course. Then I went home, helped set up for my party- sorry, family only, guys- and then abandonded them again for DanBostaph's party. I could only go for a little bit, and I completely missed Amanda Webster's party. Sorry Webby! I'm still looking forward to hanging out with you in Boston! At DanBostaph's party I lost to Said in carpet ball, but what can you expect? It was kind of a disappointing party, though. I thought all the Bostaphs were taller that life, but It turns out that the extended Bostaph family is normally sized. :( That's ok, I'll get over it.
After the Bostaph's party I returned unto my house and my own party commenced. Sometimes my family is very funny and likes to make fun of each other. Acutally, that only refers to the Greenburgs. Still, they're always funny to be around. Also, I would like to announce that my chances of ever being invited to an awards show in Hollywood are slowly but surely declining. Not that they were ever that great to begin with. Kelly, when you marry him could you get me an extra ticket? He probably won't invite me of his own volition, but it still counts if you do.
And then Sunday happened. We graduated, found out that Mrs. Monaco, the English teacher, actually conducts the orchestra, and I saw my unpleasant ex for the last time. YES! This was followed by fun party hopping (Kelly's, Chelsea's, Mike's, back to Kelly's, Naomi's and then Kim's). It was fun fun fun, even if Mark was mean to me the entire time! Next time I get a wet willy, someone is losing their gonads, and I doubt there'll be any anesthesia handy. Also, Mike is mean, and Eriq is mean and Phil is mean. Brian get's Kudo's for saving me many times. I propose taking away Mike's Boy of the Year Award and giving it to Brian.
Now it's late, no matter what the messed up clock thing on my journal says. I have no idea how it comes up with posting times, but they are always wrong by a lot.
Also- Mr. Greco is a jerk because he butchers the English language everytime he opens his mouth. Thank goodness he wasn't speaking at "Commencement" today. That would have been painful!

May His Memory be Eternal

There's a saying in my church when somebody dies: May his memory be eternal. Kt, I never knew your grandfather, but he sounded like a really cool person. May his memory be eternal! (And also to Kelly- I missed the 40 day memorial- May his memeory be eternal!)
Mr. Greco is a moron and I'm really tired, so I'm going to bed. Good night!

The Brother Mine

The brother mine can go to hell and rot there for eternity. In fact he probably will, but that's just my opinion. Someday it will be fact. I apoligize to anybody who was exposed to his post- that's what I get for leaving my desktop up. I won't be that stupid again.
Anyway, other than living in a house with a complete asshole, it's been a good day. Easy chem exam followed by fifteen minutes of meaningless limericks. I thought I was going to have to stay more than the hour and a half- I usually do- but I actually finished early! Quelle suprise!
When I got in from the exam I scared Peter half to death. I was singing in the kitchen...I guess he thought I was some random singing burgeler. The first thing he said to me was, "You have a major problem." Awwwww, I'm gonna miss Pete next year.
After yummy yummy Annie's for lunch I went online and found out the news of the hour: Phil et Ang sont fini. That was sad. I hope you feel better Phil! And stay hydrated!
Then I went to Starbucks with Naomi and Kim and Moyer and Chistina and Dana and Stan. On a happier note- Christina is feeling great! Yay, Christina! You rock! I got a sub at Subway because, um, I wanted one and Stan was sitting next to me and I was jealous of his food. Then we hung out at Target, but didn't see Mike Davidson. Oh My Goodness Gracious, they have the coolest hats there ever in the world. Yes, yes they do. They're huge and floppy and really really comfy and they look really silly. They rock, and kudos to Alex Moyer for discovering them! I love hats...but it's just not the same without Elric. Kelly, Kelly, Kelly, will you tell him that I miss his expert hat advice? Actually, I should write him a letter and tell him myself. Hmmm, I should probably write Q a letter, too, but that involves effort. I don't think he likes me, anyway. French pothead...
Did anyone else get a letter from Vector? I have no idea what this company is or what it does, but they want to give "Selected 2004 H.S. Graduates" a job. I haven't graduated yet. So there to them. Plus it says "customer, sales and service positions available." I'm not very outgoing, so I don't think I'd be any good at those things. This job just isn't meant for me. Eh, ca va. C'est la vie, n'est pas?
Oh, and Mrs. Kratzenberg called. She can't come to our huge grad party. :(

Chemistry Exam!

Eeeeeek! My chem exam is tomorrow. Do you know what I did all morning? Studied chem! Do you know what I'll do all afternoon? Study chem! Yes! I have chemistry facts coming out of my ears and even the roots of my hair! It's highly not cool.
Anyway, I would just like to point out that you can tell Kelly and I have been friends a long time. See, she knows my family almost better than I do. Yes, Kelly, you're right. Alex tried to tell us that he was fourteen, even as he opened his gifts. sigh. That's my crazy brother.
And yes, the naked, screaming baby is better, I guess. According to the parents he picked up a virus at day care, which is why he got dehydrated. I think they're in denial about their kid being really weird and being almost two and refusing to eat solid foods. That's not normal and it's not healthy! A growing infant needs tons of nutrients and proteins and vitamins that he can't get from liquids. His growth could be permentantly stunted by his own stubbornness. Dumb kid. And dumb parents. I'm annoyed at all three of them!
So yeah, off I go, back to happy chemistry land...

Ch.13, In Which Dizbit Tells the Saga of the Naked, Screaming Baby

The moral of the story is, folks, that two years old is just too old to be baptized. At that age the infant is congnizent enough to realize that it's being held by people that aren't its parents, it's getting dunked in water by a person that it may never have seen before and may never see again and it is old enough to scream nearly continuously while all of this is going on (and in my church, baptisms last, on average, for an hour). This is what I learned on Sunday: a two year old baby resists baptism like a cat resists a bath. But enough of that.
You know what's really exciting? Shaolin Soccer is finally showing in America! So what if it's only in one theater and that theater is far away in Amherst or someplace else way away away down Sheridan. It was a very silly movie and I really enjoyed it. If you like silly movies in Chinese that have really awesome, though somewhat digitally enhanced, Kung Fu and a really random dance scene, then I highly recomend that you go see Shaolin Soccer.
Today is my little itty bitty brother's birthday. Alex turned 13 today. He's now a real, live teeager. Thank God I'm moving out in two months. Happy Birthday, Alex! Pete and I got him a bean bag chair and a lava lamp. On the way to Target to get said items Mr. Rigney was driving the car behind us. Peter tried to get his attention and wave to him, but Mr. Rigney didn't notice him. It was random. Then I saw Mike Davidson in the target parking lot, which is much less random, considering he works there. Eh, that was about the only meaningful thing I did today.
So here's the plan for the rest of my day: Go to Kung Fu, eat cake with my family, go to Bookmeisters for the first time in forever! Yay!

So much to do, so little time!

Yikes, it feels like I've been really busy. Friday was fun, beating down, I mean, partying it up with Greg...No, we were very nice, and Kt baked him cookies and Chelsea and I helped by frosting them and it was a good time. Then Mark called us at Greg's, and we decided to ditch him and go to a movie! And we went to the drive in and it was exciting, because I'd never been to a drive in before! But Mark gave me terible directions that I didn't understand and so I got lost and the only person in the car with any sense of direction- Brian- was suffering from sever lack of confidence, so that decreased his usefulness. Well, we got to the place late, but we only missed the previews (which, in my opinion, is the best part about movies, so that was not cool).
Since we arrived separatly, Mark and I were parked in different places, so my car all piled out and converged on Mark's car. We all tried to sit on the hood, but the mosquitoes were viscious, so then we all tried to cram into Mark's car. It worked for Shrek 2, but the other movie was going to be Harry Potter, so Mark moved my car next to his during the intermission (and somehow ended up leaving Brian's shoes in my car. How did that happen?) and I had a great view for Harry Potter and it rocked. Yes, the director had to leave some stuff out, and yes, they was semi-important things too, but minus that, I thought he did an excellent job. There were some really scary moments in this one, and the coolest thing was, even though there was magic and you were always aware of it, it wasn't big flashy magic, like it's been in the other movies.
Emma Thompson rocks my socks! She was great as Prof. Trelawny.
One of the biggest shocks about the movie was how old everyone has gotten. I'd just seen the first Harry Potter in French class, but I only saw the second one once, last year when it came out. What a difference! The characters are all taller and thinner and the boys' voices are deeper.
So anyway, I ended up getting home at about 2, and I had to wake up early to go to Kung Fu, or so I thought. Nope. I got there and apparently there's been a time change. The adult class doesn't start until noon. So I went back home, cut the grass and hung around for an hour before leaving again.
We took my dad and my grandfather out for dinner for Father's Day, then went back to my grandparents' house for cake. That was fun, but kinda sad too. The mother of one of my dad's high school friends is a Holocost survivor, and she came and talked to us. Well, it wasn't quite that random. I guess after Steven Speilburg made Chindler's List he became very interested in preserving the memories of Holocost survivors. He got a list of the names of all the survivors from the Holocost Museum in Washington DC and sent a letter to everyone, asking if they would be willing to be filmed talking about their expreiences. The woman who talked to us also brought the tapes of her interview.
I thought her story was interesting, but I've always liked history. My brothers are young and stupid, so they thought everything was boring, same old-same old and all that. But they're dumb.
Then, in the final stretch of my marathon Saturday, I took my brothers to see Dodgeball. I don't know why. If anyone is thinking of seeing it I beg you to reconsider, save yourself $8 or go see something better. Seeing Dodgeball= waste of time, unless you're a guy and then there's a 50-50 chance you'll actually like it. No offense guys, but my brothers really liked it, so my accusations are not unfounded. Also, Sam Falcone was there with a girl. Ew.
Oh my goodness gracious, today was the last Sunday I'll sing with the Choir for several months. They're singing next week, but we're not going because of graduation. Dumb "commencement" or whatever they call it. Why is it not called graduation anymore? By calling it commencment are they implying that with that simple ceremony we'll "commence" with the beginning of the rest of our lives? Haven't they heard? College isn't real life. We don't have to worry about that for the next four years! To them I say bah.
Well, I have to go to a baptism. Happy Dad's day to fathers here, there and everywhere.
PS- Kelly is my hero!

This is what I have to say:

This is what I have to say: Ramen rules my world and so what if it's like the Korean equivilant of potato chips, I shall eat it for breakfast until I get tired of it and that will be never. Also, strapless bras are an abomination to civilization, and I hope that the next bill in congress has a rider attatched about outlawing them. Do you know what my stupid strapless bra did to me? It left a big welt on my side and it HURTS! Stupid strapless undergarment! And here's the other thing- Shakespearian insults are soooo much better than modern insults. I mean "Bite me, jerk" is very concise, but how can it compare to "You leathern-jerkin, crystal-button, knotty-pated, agate-ring, puke-stocking, caddis-garter, smooth-tongue, Spanish pouch!" or "I would the milk thy mother gave thee when thou suck'dst her breast had been a little ratsbane for thy sake!". A mouthful, yes, but much more satisfying in the end.
So, I just want the world to know that I am so cool I'm going to a freshman (almost sophomore now, I guess) boy's birthday party. Yes, yes, bow down to the coolness (shut up Phil...).
Here's the new plan: Kelly, Kim and I skip college and move to France, where Kim and I will open up a hair salon called 3 and 5, and Kelly will ride the tubes at the Charles De Gaulle airport. These will be our day jobs. At night, we will be superheros and punk rockers and have many amazing hits including "The Chicken Song" and "The Princess Pat". Any questions? You can contact our Rigabamboo.

Rain, rain go away...

It was an icky day today. Rain, rain, rain and the occasional downpour all day long. Yuck. Now it's really humid and foggy, but the fog actually looks really cool. I encourage all to run to their windows and look.
I just came back from a dinner thing at some friends-of-the-parent's house. The moral of the story is there is always yummy food at these types of functions, and people like us get to feel cool and grown up (even though I declined the sausage that the rest of the adults were eating and opted for the kid dinner- hot dogs!) The other moral of the story is that there are also always really good desserts, like raspberry pecan brownies and strawberry shortcake. Therefore everyone is well-fed and happy by the time they walk out the door (minus the squalling infant that's exhausted and threw itself on the floor accidentally two minutes before leaving). The end.

Note to Kelly: You are the strongest bravest coolest person I know. I can't imagine the strength it takes just to keep moving sometimes, and still have the courage and the presence of mind to keep a calm outward face and hide all your struggles inside. Probably, if I were you, I would be depressed all the time, which is a dumb way to be because one's father always wants one to be happy, and while it's nice to know you're missed, it's not nice to be the source of someone's deep and terrible sorrow. I guess what I'm trying to say is don't cry too much on Father's day, because even though your dad might not be there physically, his spirit has never left your side, not since the day he left this earth. And he'll be there on Sunday, as he has been everyday, giving you invisible hugs and just glowing with pride for all the great things you and David have done and all the great things you'll ever do. He loves you and God loves you and we all love you, and don't you ever forget that!

mmmm...early morning at Kelly's

Yum. A keyboard that has very few ledgible letters on it. If I make any typing mistakes it's because I'm completely guessing at most of the letters here. Geeze...it's a lot harder to type when the letters aren't in front of you!
Today I did nothing yet again. I woke up around 11, showered, dressed, ate breakfast and lunch (yummy vanilla yogart with m and m's) and some chicken fingers with Ketchup. Then I hung laundry and went to Kelly's for a French reunion. Yay Sarah! You rock my socks! Don't worry about the mean comments in my blog. Phil Getman, the meanest person in the entire world, leaves them because he's mean and he likes to be mean to me. That's Phil.
Kim came over to Kelly's when her Physics exam ended and we made some lunch, or dinner. Kim had never had Rice a Roni before! Of course I'm not really one to talk, as I've only had it a handful of times in my life.
(Note: Visit Christina K's Livejournal- imaklutz2877).
After a yummy lunch of mac and cheese and rice stuff I went home, went to Kung Fu and sweated my eyeballs out, as usual. Then it was back to Kelly's for a doubles party, the Producers, ice cream and yucky boys being yucky boys. Note: Boys are gross and should be ostricizd from society for breathing.
Now it's nearly two, I'm still at Kelly's using her funky keyboard to update because I'm a slacker and I'm kinda tired. This entry probably wasn't the best because I'm tired...and I'm gonna kick the boys out of Kelly's and then go home. Night!

Avoiding the dishes

Yes, ladies and gents, I'm avoiding doing the dishes like the procrastinator that I am. But who can blame me? Does anyone look forward to washing at least two pots that are bigger than their head? I think not. Those are always the hardest dishes to wash, and no one, no matter how much they like washing dishes, likes to wash impliments that barely fit in the sink.
Today I did nothing. I wrote a thank you note, thought about cleaning my room and going to the bank, but didn't actually do either of those things, forced myself to write for half and hour and it was like pulling teeth. My concentration is all over the place. Ewwwww, maybe I should get a job. But I really don't want to.
So, palendrome of the day: Adam ran an armada.

L'examen Francais...(spelling?)

Ow, the French exam hurt my brain...just kidding! It was really really really easy, and kinda funny, because one of the readings was a story we had listened to in English. TrisTAN and Iseult, except the French exam spelled her name really funny, like Ysult or something. Anyway, it was really easy and I wrote an essay about Steve, the best fencer in the world because madam is a TRAITOR and is sending her son Henry to STUPID BUTTFACE KEVIN MCMAHN WHO SHOULD HAVE HIS FACE BEATEN IN WITH A BRICK OR MAYBE EVEN TWO. Hmph.
Then I went out to lunch with Kelly and Kim. Technically one might call it a brunch, since it was only 11, but I'm used to eating around that time anyway (dratted fourth period lunch) so I was hungry.
At home I cooked with Dana and Stan. We rock. Then I visited Kenmore Middle with, guess who? Bethany! She came back for the day (from Pittsburg, where she lives now) to visit and just generally hang out and see people she hasn't seen in forever, aka everyone. Kelly and Brian came with, and we had a good time scaring little children and former teachers. Good times hanging out with the token punk. Then we went to Condrell's, where Adam Bouley was not working, for yummy yummy ice cream. Wheee! I got a Bethany senior picture!
I spent the rest of the day and evening, and even part of the next morning at DanBostaph's house, where we ate good food, got my butt kicked in this cool game involving a ball and met the tallest person in the entire world, aka Ben Bostaph. I have to say, he is the only person I've ever met whose navel is nearly level with my nose. Then Phil Getman tried to thow me in the pool on several occasions, one of wich resulted in Dave Bosaph coming to my rescue. Thank you Bostaph brother!
Ok, it's either very late or very early, and I should go to bed. Night!

hi everybody!

hi everybody out there in lizland. this is your friendly neighborhood dana, who just happens to be sitting at liz's computer when she's signed into her blog. downstairs liz and my boyfriend are doing all the work, while i get all the credit. isn't that awesome? anyway i just thought i'd let you know that elizabeth christian rocks my socks. in fact, she rocks everybody's socks, except for jeff barber, but his socks don't deserve it anyway. i hope the dan bostaph party is awesome, and...um...bye!

I was NOT cheating!

I was NOT cheating at lasertron. So my hairs are long and may or may not prefectly screen my back senser and shoulder sensers sometimes, I didn't cover them intentionally. That's just how my hairs fall. Would you like a peice of cake?
And even though the red team may or may not have won all four or our games, that does not make them better. It just provides more sympathy for us, the underdog losing team.
Onion rings are sometimes dangerous to eat, because sometimes the onion does not want to become unseparated from the rest of itself and them you have to shlurp the onion out of its little fried shell and hope that no one is looking because it's really messy and you get grease on you chin and your fingers and maybe even on your nose. But I guess in the long run the manner of eating the onion ring doesn't really matter, because the taste is unaltered by the method of consumption. Onion rings just taste good all the time!
So on Friday I went to the KMS pops concert outdoors in front of the school. I'm bitter at the band because they always sound good. They always get to play all the fun peices, too. Anyway, I saw Eriq and Briana there. Then later I saw them at Condrell's where every family in the world had gone for ice cream and we sat for 40 minutes, waiting for our food. Colin Griffen and Laura Bowen were also there. After Condrell's I picked up Kelly and raced to Lasertron because we were incredibly late. It turns out, however, that Laserton likes to hide, so I drove past it once and would have driven past it again were it not for Kelly, my sharp-eyed navigator with 20-20 vision. Then it was wierd because, late as we were, we were the second car to arrive, beaten by Eriq and Briana who I'd left sitting at a table in Condrell's, waiting for their ice cream. How did that happen?
Then yesterday I went to Kung Fu and sweated my eyeballs out, and after that I cleaned the big picture windows in the front of the school (during which I had to stand on a chair, and even then I still couldn't quite reach the top of the windows. Gah, why didn't my stupid legs grow? My hips certainly didn't have a problem doing that!). Then I dragged by tired, broken body home, mowed the front lawn, took an amazing shower and went shopping for food for the DanBostaph party with Dana and Stan and Naomi. Stan directed me to Tops international because he lives here and therefore knew the way, and we bought $101 and some amount of cents worth of groceries and decided that neither of us could afford $50 worth of food and that we were going to charge everyone $5 for the party, like Stan had been telling us to do all along. I felt really bad, because it's a given that if you're going to throw a party it's going to cost money, but apparently in Tennessee charging your guests is a prescripted folkway and Stan's friends to it all the time. I still think it's really rude, but I'm on the verge of not having one iota of currency to my name. (Feedback on this anyone? It's ok if you're insulted and don't want to pay five bucks. I understand.)
Wheeee. After shopping I went to my grandparent's for dinner (and it was very yummy, but I cut my hand trying to catch a broken wine glass that I first broke, then knocked over and that's the brilliance of me) and then I went to Marie's party! Yay Marie! Except, Freaky Friday nearly killed me. Gah, I hate characters! Well, maybe just those characters.....and I forgot the Music Man at Marie's house. Oh, I just love that musical. It is my favoritest favoritest favoritest musical in the enire world.
Now I'm waiting for Dana to call me so we can cook for the DanBostaph party. Call Dana, call. I'd like to get to Allentown before it rains and before it closes. And I'm going to start without you and Stan-LEY if you don't call soon. The End.

Last Day of High School Forever

Today was our last day of instruction in a high school setting ever ever ever for the rest of my life. On one hand, it's kind of exciting. On the other, it's really sad! Never again will I get to make fun of Mr. Cornell or Mr. Meetze, and never again will I get to see Mr. Stuhlmiller's amazing classroom antics. And Mrs. Kratzenberg will never teach another AP English class! That's just wrong! She's not allowed to retire! I want my kids to have her because she's amazing amazing amazing!!!
Today was the last day of the amazing four year run of the cove, and the last day of four great years with my faithful locker. I remember in the beginning of 9th grade it had a really dumb lock thing that always stuck and didn't turn easily. One day I was late for class because it wouldn't open and I kicked my lcoker really hard and Mr. Day, whose room is right next to my former locker, yelled at me. Then he told the custodians to get me a new lock, and my locker has loved me and worked for me ever since. Wwo, and I remember in 10th grade there was that mean lady who sat in the halls right at that part where the corridor to the new gym and the technology hall intersect, and she used to yell at Kelly and me every day because we were always late to lunch. But we had Ms. Widman, one of the most rockin' Global teachers ever, the period before for Global 10 and we always stayed late to write "Otto von Bismark is a high-quality sexy person" on her board. I don't think there are any locker stories from 11th grade, but the craziest thing happened today when I was standing by my locker. It was the end of the day and I was about to start taking down all of the senior pictures that I'd put up there. This dumb technology kid riped down Kiersten Hall's picture when I turned to talk to Kelly! What a jerk! Then he pretended he didn't do it and just acted like a general scumbag. I finally found it on the floor of Mr. Day's room. But geez, what a random act of meanness. I hope that kid trips over his own feet in front of the girl he likes so he can feel nice and stupid. I'm mad at him.
The most important event of the day, however, was Brian's new hair cut. Brian, Brian, Brian, how could you do that to your hair? The only thing that makes your mohawk acceptable is the fact that your head is fuzzy and I claim fuzzing rights. End of story.
Chinese history is too complicated for its own good.
A general musing: does anyone have an opinion about the status of my couple prom pictures? The ex et moi aren't exactly on talking terms...I don't really care about the pictures and whether I get a copy, although I guess I'd kinda like to see them, but I'm just curious about them. Oh, that sounded really lame. It was lame. I'm gonna go hide my head in the sand.
Palindrome of the day: Is Evit Navajo? No. Java native? Si!

Gah, it's only my 3rd entry and already I can't come up with a good title!

I would like to begin this entry with a little poll. Who out there actually likes Kevin McMahn? Raise your hands...higher...higher..oh, gee I still see NO HANDS in the air. That must be because that evil smelly man is hated universally by all for being a snot and a bad fencer and making Steve spin in his grave so fast he could power an airplane all by himself. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, Kevin McMahn is what some may call arrogant, what others may call pig-headed and what I call a stupid jerk. His fencing school bites majorly and the fact the Brian, one of the most beautiful and talented fencers I have ever seen, now TEACHES for HIM, makes me want to cry until I'm sick.
Well, that's all done.
Kelly, Kelly, Kelly don't cry! School will be done, yes, but it's only a building. The things that really count, like teachers and friends, will still be part of your life. That's what e-mail is for! And phones! And letters! (ps- whoever has the green notebook should find it. We can have one last run during the summer...). Besides, school ending means you don't have to put up with people who are annoying. Think positive!
Throwing transitions completely to the wind- what a fun Model UN party today. Pizza is very yummy, and now I have an orange carbonated beverage at my house. Wow, remember when Ms. Widman took Kelly and me and our French boys out for lunch and a movie and the French boys were a little freaked out. Q was so confused as to why I'd voluntarily hang out with a teacher in my spare time. But Ms. Widman rocks my socks, even if she is a Chruchill supporter. OTTO VON BISMARK IS A HIGH-QUALITY SEXY PERSON. He is hottttt with five million t's.
Final word: Mr. Cornell is coming to my block party because he wishes he lived on my block.
Palindrome of the day: Nosy tip- as it's May, no swan gnaws on yams; tis a pity, son.

Yumm...sweat...

The Dizmeister is very sweaty and gross from Kung Fu because she has not yet taken a shower. But fear not, mortals, for a shower is forthcoming as soon as I finish this post, win my freecell game, get an envelope for my letter to Senator Clinton and do myriads of Chemistry problems. As you can see, personal hygiene is high on my list.
No no, just kidding. I'm going to take a shower very soon. And since nothing interesting happened today, I beleive I shall set forth on my quest for cleanliness right now!

...and it's funny, because I'm not wearing any pants!

Wow, that was incredibly easy. Yay computer illiterate me!
Technically, I should really be writing a letter to Senator Clinton telling her why the draft is evil and she should do all she can to shoot it down in Congress. But I'm really amused and poud of myself for setting up a blog without assistance, kinda like the time I bought gas for the first time with Kelly and Dana and we discovered the Great Gas Heist.
Other things to say: Prom rocked and take that you lying bastard. Sigh...how wonderful it is to be single once more...