Today, in Politics, I was incredibly cranky with my homeroom and every pretentious person in there. I hate my homeroom. I don't like the teacher or the people. I find it to be extremely fake and we pretend as if we're crappy as a homeroom, but we act like we're better than everyone else. I didn't mind Eli before, but now I just want to backhand him. He's got the homeroom in the palm of his hand, eating out of it. Everyone acts like he's the funniest friggen person on Earth and that it's okay that he walks out whenever. When he stands up, so does everyone else. They're a bunch of sheep running after the head sheep. He hates mainstream music. Today, he played System of a Down. He hates when people like the same music as him (they're posers) and acts as if he was the first person to hear of them. Eli makes the rules. SORRY. He "breaks the rules. Because he's so hardcore and punk." Ugh. I cannot stand him. He hates it when "wigger" Gary plays Eminem really loudly on his headphones, but Eli plays punk loudly on his. WHAT THE FRIG. You're so stupid! I wish I could just stop coming to homeroom. I don't have to next semester, because I have a spare first. I got out of homeroom for 3 days straight and it was bliss. I get such a headache from those people. I literally want to smash my head off the desk everytime I walk through that door, to endure 10 minutes of utter boring misery.

Anyway, so I basically ranted about that during Politics. Then I doodled and did some homework and talked to Candice, Josie and Julia. Napoleon "LET'S GET IT ON!" After that, Josie and I were walking to the cafeteria then her locker then to Law. Haha, it was funny. We had a conversation almost exactly like this:
laurie - "ja, ja?"
josie - "ja!"
laurie - "yes!"
josie - "(something incomprehendable than means yes in another language)"
laurie - "OUI!"
josie - "bombshka!"

Haha, so retarded. So Law class was pretty fun as usual, not too boring. Then, after Law, Aimee and I went to our lockers to get our stuff. I changed clothes and we walked to St Peters for the Homeroom Rep Retreat. All the homeroom representatives had to go to make this gay "Homeroom of the Year" St Pauls banner. Anyway, we were there for almost 3 hours. TWO OF IT WAS SPENT TALKING, EATING AND "PLANNING." Eww, Aimee and I got stuck at the end of the table with the fakest girls in our school. I wanted to kill them. Then everyone separated into groups of Lettering, Symbols and such for the banner. Aimee, Julia and I did lettering. Stupid felt! We spent an hour cutting and tracing and laughing. I did my "dyke laugh" a couple times, which only got me going more dykey. Hahah. IT WAS SO HILARIOUS WHEN!

rebecca - jenny (her little cute mentally-handicapped sister) saw a midget the other day on the street. and well, she kinda has never seen one before so she was pointing and stuff because it was somebody her own size, basically
dayna - what did you do to IT?

IT. The midget was an IT. Hahhaha, I swear, I was laughing so hard my bladder nearly burst right there. I was crying and my face was so hot. Anyway, we finished cutting up the majority of the letters we needed. We need to finish the word "year" but that's it. So we left after some appreciation of the Sister that helped us. And we don't have nuns in our school, and I had never met one before. She was dressed normal. Meh. She was kinda demeaning and bossy. So we had like 20 minutes to get from St Peters to St Pauls. We started running, and Aimee and I nearly passed out. Exercise KILLS us. We were walking back and Dayna had left. Julia was running gangly-like up ahead of us, and disappeared behind cars in a slanted parking lot right beside the school. We turned the corner, and she wasn't there. It was really weird. There is no way she could've run that fast, so we were thinking she was waiting to scare us. NOTHING. So we made jokes about how she got raped, hehe. Finally, we got into the school and there she is. Go figure. Her gangliness got her across the long parking lot in a matter of seven or so seconds. Freaky.

We got all our stuff, still wheezing from an uphill fast walk. Lots of L's in that sentence. I was waiting alone for my bus, when Mike came up to talk. We were chatting, when Candice (on her bus) got my attention. She wrote on a piece of paper "MY ANUS IS BLEEDING!" hahahaha, I nearly cried. So our bus finally came, and Mike, Tyler and I talked the whole time. About the "200 Monkeys" story, pets, Mike's retarded cat, movies and then he slipped a weird Nestle fake loonie into my coat. In the collar, but it fell down into the folds of my shirt. I couldn't find it, and he's like "Well, it's here?" and lifted up my coat a bit to look into where my actual shirt was. It wasn't there. I finally found it, after he had gotten off the bus. It was a Nestle (not chocolate loonie) loonie on a keychain. Very odd. I was like "Uhh, okay?" Hehe. Mike's hilarious. We talked about Steph's pet bird BUT COULDN'T REMEMBER ITS NAME! I was thinking "Bogey" from Monkey Shines. I think NOT. ROSCO!!

I'm playing Eddie Murphy's "Party All the Time" when my radio week is. Before Christmas! The week before! Me and Betsy. Man, that'll be too much fun since we both like talking and we both enjoy basically the same type of music. AND NO HOMEROOM! FOR A WHOLE WEEK! EXCEPT WEDNESDAY! Because that's when we (uh-oh, we'll have to get someone else to fill in for us that day) go to Toronto to see the Nutcracker. Woo. I don't even like ballet. It's a shopping trip and then some ballet on the side. Last time I went, Claire and I FELL ASLEEP during the ballet itself. We were cracking obnoxious jokes about the dumb dancing, and then dozed off with our heads touching. I remember that.

It won't be like that. Betsy and Jen are going. It'll be fun. My wrist smells like my watch. And my watch is smelly. Eww. Sex Legs is at OFCSSA (??) and I'm glad. So's the other one, won't mention her name. She might read that. Yeah, I live in lame-o fear.

*   You're so silly, Nanny! 4:20:35 PM    * *       *

(ahem) and now it's time for love songs with mr. lunt, the part of the show where mr. lunt comes out and sings a love song:

Mr. Lunt: He said to her I'd like a cheeseburger
And I might like a milkshake as well
She said to him, "I can't give you either"
And he said, "Isn't this Burger Bell?"

She said, "Yes it is, but we're closed now,
But we open tomorrow at ten."
He said, "I am extremely hungry,
But I guess I can wait until then."

Cuz you're his cheeseburger
His yummy cheeseburger
He'll wait for you. Ya!
He'll wait for you.
Oh, you are his cheeseburger
His tasty cheeseburger
He'll wait for you
Oh, he will wait for you.

He stayed at the drive-thru till sunrise
He may have dozed off once or twice
When he spotted a billboard for Denny's
Bacon and eggs for half price!

How could he resist such an offer?
He really needed something to munch
Cheeseburger, plese do not get angry
He'll eat and be back here for lunch!

Cuz you're his cheeseburger
His precious cheeseburger
Be back for you.
He'll be back for you.
He won't be long, cheeseburger
Oh, lovely cheeseburger
Be back for you
Oh, he'll be back for you.

Cuz he loves you cheeseburger with all his heart
And there's nothin' gonna tear you two apart
And if the world suddenly ran out of cheese,
He would get down on his hands and knees
To see if someone accidently dropped some cheese in the dirt
And he would wash it off for you
Wash it off for you
Clean that dirty cheese off just for you!

You are his cheese...burrrr...grrrrr

veggie tales. so mike wanted his flu shot in his chotta (spelling?). yum.

*   You're so silly, Nanny! 11:58:13 PM    * *       *

Fleeing from Holland in the early 1900s, a Dutch officer's wife named Margaretha Geertruida Zelle changed her name to Mata Hari. At first she became a licentious dancer and later the most notorious spy of World War I. Arrested in her Paris hotel in February 1917, she was shot by a firing squad on October 15 of that year. As the squad raised its rifles, she is said to have smiled and winked.

Hee. I also read that she blew kisses to the squad.

*   You're so silly, Nanny! 5:05:17 PM    * *       *

i asked him if he ever wore his shoulder-length curly-ish hair in a ponytail...

"boobies are immortal." - steph sun says:
how come the ponytail won't work?
The plaster dented from your fist in the hall where you had your first kiss reminds you that the memories will fade says:
i dont know
"boobies are immortal." - steph sun says:
but you've tried
The plaster dented from your fist in the hall where you had your first kiss reminds you that the memories will fade says:
yep, not to wear around or anything, just as a joke
"boobies are immortal." - steph sun says:
hahah suuuure, joustin
The plaster dented from your fist in the hall where you had your first kiss reminds you that the memories will fade says:
i know
"boobies are immortal." - steph sun says:
you probably wear makeup "as a joke" too, right?
The plaster dented from your fist in the hall where you had your first kiss reminds you that the memories will fade says:
nope, i wear that for everyday

*   You're so silly, Nanny! 4:24:32 PM    * *       *

          *    * *   * Tuesday, November 26     * *

I started my first job today. Woo. I work at the bingo hall. I came home, smelling disgusting and gag-worthy. I don't like cigarette smoke, and these little old ladies suck through 5 packs a night. Most of them are really cute though. I did well, I suppose. Ashley kept telling me that I was doing good. I sold the bonanza tickets, the specials tickets, originals and trade-ins. It was pretty fun. I kept screwing up some change giving it back, but most of the ladies corrected me. And I called out the bingo numbers (to call back to Bob to make sure the person who called Bingo had the right winning one) and I had to keep getting louder. By the end, I was nearly screaming. I have to take a shower every night after work because I come home, REEKING of smoke. Literally. Nobody wants to even be in the same room as me. And I get a headache. The room was hazy, and my eyes were watering like mad. I got $25 because it wasn't that busy tonight. Usually, it's packed and that's when you get more money. I met Jen's grandma and she's adorable and really talkative. Hee. This little old tiny black lady and her adorable little old tiny black husband paid me a tip in toffee :D I nearly cried. Aww. Her name's Winnie, and she insisted jokingly that Ashley kept taking her clothes off. Hehe. Almost all the ladies learned me name. One called me Ashley, and another accidentally called me Lorraine. Haha. My lips are chapped. My mom and I agreed I give her like 90% of my "paycheck" (cash) to her to save for college/car. So I gave her my 20 and I got my 5. What a deal. Nah, I don't mind -- I need to save up for college and a car.

*   You're so silly, Nanny! 11:03:51 PM    * *       *

          *    * *   * Monday, November 25     * *

college applications workshop tomorrow. i'm nervous. that, and my first day of work.

*   You're so silly, Nanny! 11:18:41 PM    * *       *

things i need money for soon
- ballet trip: $20
- college application fee: $65
- secret santa present - $10
- g1 test: $100

total = $195

but the 100 is already paid for. i work tomorrow, equaling $25. my parents'll pay for the application fee. and i can pay for the present myself with work money i'll soon be earning.

did i buy my mom's christmas present? no? hmm. oops. i bought my dad's. what should i get my mom? she loves "shower to shower" after-shower powder. meh. december 25 is her birthday AND christmas. bleh. i'll think of something cheap but nice for her.

*   You're so silly, Nanny! 11:17:54 PM    * *       *

irrelevant side note: bought the dirty dancing dvd (because yeah, we bought a dvd player, for some reason) because the donnie darko one was too expensive. both have the initials dd, and include sexy heartthrob patrick swayze.

*   You're so silly, Nanny! 11:00:45 PM    * *       *

i dont even want to click on your blinking name anymore

*   You're so silly, Nanny! 10:57:51 PM    * *       *

I didn't realize we had drifted apart. Sure, I hadn't called you in awhile. But you've been busy with other things, like tons of homework. I noticed that you hung out more with her, than with me. But I thought we were still best friends. I thought we could still talk. You can't even talk to me anymore? What am I supposed to say that something like that. I don't know. I'm crying, because I feel so helpless. You feel awkward with me? I hadn't realized. I thought we were still close, but separated by lack of seeing each other a lot. So I've been replaced. I guess she's better for you than I ever was. I hope we can still talk. But you know. This really hurts. A deep hurt. I can't say anything back to you because I'll end up making it worse than it already is. You don't like saying these things to me. Well, trust me. It's worse hearing them. I think my heart just cried. We're both different. I thought we were alike. It amazes me to see how many misconceptions I had about our friendship. Am I drifting off from you, or are you drifting off from me? I have different friends, but so do you. We can't have fun together alone? I need to stop this conversation. I won't be able to think tonight. I need to cry very hard right now. I need it. I need it so I can get everything out. The worry, the confusion, the hurting. I have a feeling it's still going to be there even after the tears dry.

this really hurts me. im sorry i ever hurt you as bad as this. im sorry for all our stupid petty "fights." im sorry about everything. im sorry about being manipulative to you. im just sorry.

*   You're so silly, Nanny! 10:44:41 PM    * *       *

          *    * *   * Sunday, November 24     * *

michael is a fun boy to talk to when you're bored. we're bashing horseface.

conversation with my great cousin

just call me the fonz, eyy says:
YOUR GOING DOWN
go to emotioneric.com its so funny says:
you will die!
just call me the fonz, eyy says:
NO!
just call me the fonz, eyy says:
I AM THE FONZ

this is the same cousin, that like a couple years ago, we made up the STUPIDEST thing. it's really retarded but made us so amused. we were standing at the large window that overlooks their backyard. we were eating orange creamsicles, and saw rebecca, the other cousin, in the yard. we pretended to chuck our creamsicles at oblivious rebecca. she'd be all "OH NO! CREAMSICLE! AHHH!" and then look up. i'd be standing there, and she'd point up to me and yell "I WILL CRUSH YOU!!" ahahahahahahah so hilarious, for some reason.

*   You're so silly, Nanny! 2:01:54 PM    * *       *

i have 3 genuine neon troll doll pins and julia's gonna punk one from me tomorrow. or die trying.

*   You're so silly, Nanny! 12:18:44 PM    * *       *

donnie darko IS the best movie ever. i remember watching it with aimee like five thousand years ago. or about 3 months ago. or later than that? i loved "mad world" by gary jules. even my parents like that song, which is strange. i talked to ashley on the phone for an hour today. no photo shoot but thats okay. i'm feeling crampy and gross. my yum breakfast isn't tasting so good in my stomach anymore. i made a weird vanity fair collage last night out of boredom.

i have nothing of importance to say. i have a job at the bingo hall - go me. $25-50 every tuesday night, hehe. jen's grandma goes there and she's so cute. i wanna meet ed, al, larry, bob, bill and all the generically-named guys who work there. hee. i think i want to watch a classic 80s movie today. i left footloose at ashley's house.

*   You're so silly, Nanny! 12:18:05 PM    * *       *