I've finally gotten around to it.

I just now created a new LJ, which will be a fictional journal about a teenager named Evie Meyers and her completely bonkers school. No it is not fanfiction. Yes, it will end up sounding like a Doctor Who fic somewhere in the middle. No, I actually came up with the plot a year ago, and it has nothing to do with Doctor Who.

Basically, Evie goes to the same boarding school her dad went to at his insistence, and all the teachers have a secret or two that they usually don't keep too secret. For instance, flying monkeys. They belong to the gym teacher. Don't slack. Just don't. And appearances are still decieving, and science teachers are still the bane of general existence.

eviemeyers 

 I've been friends with them for a few years now, and I've known them even longer, so why do I still feel like the third wheel?

I think all my friends got together without me again. I was sitting on the bus and watched them go to Caity's in one's and two's. I tried to make myself get off the bus and join them, but I couldn't. And now I'm sitting here angsting and singing along to Doomsday, which happens to not even have words.

Signed, Random Point Outside The Space-Time Continuum.

PS: My CD player has not been the same since the boys played ACDC on it (see last entry).

 I had the best day yesterday. Unfortunately today sucked. But yesterday is good! And Keegan is torturing my cat, except it's really Alien torturing Keegan, except... I don't know what they're actually doing. But they are playing ACDC really loud and Keegan is making noises like a tortured cat. I actually don't really want to know what they're doing.

But yesterday! I got to school, went to first period, and worked on my box. That was fun. And then in second period I read about Google on Wikipedia because I'm doing an article on the Google Hive Mind for the November Ego. It was interesting.

And Keegan is still making noises like a tortured kitty and I really want to run up there and save Jaime from the terrible boys... but she can take care of herself. The dog is proof. Kind of. Maybe he's just stupid. MY DOG IS NOT STUPID! SHUT UP KEEGAN! Keegan did not actually type that, I'm just screaming in my head. I may or may not be going off the deep end.

ANYWAY, period three I gabble in French and aced ANOTHER test. This is really starting to weird me out, because I never study. Maybe I'm just good at languages. And then I had lunch and then I went to fourth period and dissected a squid, which was awesome. I had fun looking around at all the weenies with gloves who were barely standing poking it with a probe. ALIEN PROBING! sorry. I felt like pretending to fling my squid at them. And so I poked out the eye lenses and picked them up and they were just like little clear beads and felt really cool. And I drew a squid banana with my fingers and the ink, and pulled out the pen and tried it as a pen (it sucked) and I pulled out the beak without breaking it which is apparently amazing, and I cut open its head and then cut open the liver because I could and it spewed brown disgusting stuff and it was awesome. And then I cut off the tentacles. And cut a little more. I may be just a bit sadistic.

And then I went to seventh period, and Scott was angry at his clay and started stabbing it and and he said, "Blue blistering barnacles!" and I'm like, "I LOVE YOU SOOOO MUCH!" in a really, really high pitched voice. And then Caitlin yelled at me again and then Scott started arguing with Caitlin like an old married couple again.

My teacher's dinner guests though this was funnier than the Saturday Night Live sketch.

As promised, here's the edited version of Sarah Palin's acceptance speech:



( Mr. Chairman, delegates, fellow ridiculously right wing politicians, middle aged Texan cowby wannabes... )

And just to be fair, here's Biden:

 I have tested the water and found it satisfying... very.

SQUEEE!

I finally could not resist the urge to download Google Chrome any longer, and thus clicked the magic button. Because trust me, it is MAGIC.

It's brilliant. It really is, and I actually mean it. I want Google to design an OS.

I have also never felt geekier in my life. I want my Linux back.

You know what pisses me off? Photoshop. It's like canasta, a couple of idiots with college degrees and connections in the right places got together and decided to make the most complicated program they could think of that no one could understand, but then everybody bought it anyway because it's the "in" thing.

You know what also pisses me off? Having no one around to complain to. It's rather nice when the thing being complained to makes noises every once and a while. Stupid computer, the music doesn't count.

You know what else pisses me off? Mr. Carney. Mr. Carney, master of the cryptic, who as far as I can tell marked me down for doing extra work. WHAT THE HELL??? If you do that you could at least say so, instead of writing down something so cryptic sounding that it makes me think I'm misreading your handwriting, not that I'm good at reading most teachers' handwriting. If you ask him if you have to do something he hands out, he always just says "If you want to". He said that you need x points to pass, but he always hands out way more than that, and that's all he said on the subject. HOW MUCH MORE??? And now he's having us describe and classify bugs but not giving us any information about the phylums other than their names. ARRARGHGHAERHRAHRAHGJEWFLKEnGFHGNWLAHFOAHFEWAFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Other then that crashing and burning after lunch, the day started out good. I aced another French test (why am I not having problems with this?) and in Writing for Pub me and Ven were basically made the editors of the Ego, even though everybody will be doing editing. And Mrs. McKenna said that she had a dinner party last night and mine and Ven's thing on Palin was sitting on a table and her guests agreed that it was better than the Saturday Night Live sketch. Which means I guess I'll post it as soon as I get a copy at home. Oh, and my pencil eraser magically disappeared from the pencil, but that's nothing new. I found the missing piece of wood from woodworking in my backpack. I'm still trying to figure out how it levitated there from the counter.

Techno-pokery. There, I've invented a new word. Techno-pokery. Sounds very Doctor-ish. I like it.

The number's 3, negative 3.

It has the literary quality of Eragon, except without the exciting swordplay.

Reading it is like being keel-hauled while on fire.

I wonder if it would be less conspicuous to burn the entire stock before or after petitioning the school for new books.

It probably wouldn't work anyway. They're probably fireproof. They'd have to be to make it through Hell.

I think I aced my math test today. The second question the variable canceled itself out, so I wrote under the answer, "Solve or do not solve, there is no z." The third one the variable canceled out also, so I wrote, "I keep killing variables."

The conversation in Ceramics turned to the Nimbus sculpture outside the KTOO building. Someone asked what a nimbus even is. I said it was a type of cloud. Then Caitlin replied, "You mean it's a type of BROOM!" She then hung her head. "I'm so dorky..."

I just read a drabble where the Magic School Bus was actually a TARDIS. It would explain a lot.

Just because, I looked up the Magic School Bus opening on Youtube yesterday. I regret it. It's been stuck in my head nonstop ever since. Let's just pray to the Ceiling Cat that I don't absentmindedly start singing the parts I can remember.

Today was the first day of school, also known as a prime example of the incompetency of JDHS. Lovely.

Yet again I showed extreme luck in getting classes: I landed Writing for Pub and Drawing 1. The only problem with getting all the popular classes is you don't know anyone in them. I have a bunch of really good teachers though. I spent the morning in line with my friends who needed to change their classes. Then the bell rang, and they refused to serve those who had a first period. I didn't, but Miranda had been waiting in line for over an hour and they refused to help her, not wanting to 'disrupt class'. Pssh. Then the counselor looked at me like I was nuts when told her I wanted my lack of first period turned into a study hall. I asked her about changing my second semester gym class but she told me to come back some time in October.

Second was Writing for Pub. The only person I know I don't really like, and ten people had taken the class before so they were trading inside jokes and it was awkward. However I learned about the censoring black handprints on the one issue last year. It was in the wake of locker searching, so they had a picture of three lockers. The first one had a sweatshop in it with a little Indian boy making shoes, the second one had like guns and a machete and a paddle and other violent things, and the third had books and a small bag of drugs. Guess what the problem was? The paddle. Weird.

Anyway, then was French. I was surprised, there were only two freshmen in the class. It was mostly sophomores. I know Beka from gym last year, Niko the Romanian or whatever it is, and Tyler from science last year. Not much to say. After that was science, and the few people I thought most likely to fail last year actually made it. Also weird. Half of the class was idiots (see: morons) from last year, and half was new people, though they didn't look all that promising. However, Mr. Carney is nuts. He seems to like talking about the fact that he is a real man who only eats eggs from his chickens and runs up mountains to shoot goats, refusing to buy meat. At one point we had nothing to do so everyone was talking except me, who was looking through the discipline plan. All of a sudden I hear "It's okay to be different!" and Mr. Carney has his arms in the air and is talking about how great it is to be different. Very weird.

At lunch I hung out at Caity's with her and Clancy watching the Colbert Report, then I hung out with Ven who spent all of lunch in line to change her class, then helped Alyssa with her math. It was fun. Then I had Drawing 1. Very full (it is an art class), again with no one I know except for another person I don't really like. Then Algebra 2/Trig. YES!!! IT SHALL NOT CRASH AND BURN!!! YES!!! Anyway, good class. I know people in it, like Scott, Kowee, Jasmine, and Colter. Mr. Steihr is crazy. But in a good way!! Almost like a toned-down Doctor! Honestly, he kept going off on tangents about things that nearly had nothing to do with math. Like the fact that yesterday instead of coming up with a lesson plan he took down the tackboard with dolphins on it and put up a whiteboard, and that he didn't really like the dolphins. And I think the classroom is a converted teacher's lounge, there's a kitchenette in the corner and nice big windows.

Anyway, getting on teh bus was chaos. They're supposed to train the bus drivers dammit. Apparently this morning the people in Switzer Creek didn't get picked up. Especially the bus drivers that very obviously have been in town for all of a week. There was a person talking to the bus driver in front of me, and I heard this: "Do you go to Switzer Creek?" "No." "But the driver down there said you did." "I don't know where Switzer Creek is." "It's that place on the turn-off by Fred Meyers." "I go to (road name, road name, road name, etc)." "That is Switzer Creek." True story. And the entire time that I was on the bus there were three boys in the front telling the driver where to go. "Do I turn here?" "No, keep going... you turn off here though... see that stop sign? You stop there." Bus stops. "Does anyone need to get off at the hospital?" No answer. "Okay, how about Wire Street?" Someone answers. "Okay, go to Wire Street." "Where is that?" "It's this street right up here." "By the blue plumbing building." Bus stops in front of blue building, then lets cars pass before going on. "Does anyone need to get off at Blackerby?" I answer. "Okay, stop at Blackerby." "Where is that?" "It's past the next bus stop." The bus driver pulls up right past Blackerby and bumps the curb.

I love (see: hate) the school district.

Oh. My. God.

OH MY GOD.

Oh my God.

OH MY FRIGGING GOD! ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSEEEEE!!!!

AAAAAHHH! I HATE SUNDAYS! AND LOVE THEM! AHHHHH! ROSE, DAMMIT, ROSE!

... Rose...

Tomorrow I am going directly to Blockbuster and having a Doctor Who marathon, waiting be damned. You know, I thought it would be the one about the Olympics, but around noonish I realized that maybe I had missed a Doctor Who in my math marathon, and it slowly manifested itself into a fear, and by teh time eleven rolled around I was a complete ball of nerves. I mean, I know what happens, but there's a difference between knowing what happens and watching it happen. OH MY GOD ROSE!!! I'm only on Army of Ghosts but the whole time I was still squeaking Rose. Though I did cheer when Mickey the Titanium Dog came on, and yelled at Martha. What was Martha doing there anyway??? The Doctor said she's dead, but how can she be at Torchwood dead then and at Royal Hope Hospital alive later? This will require serious thinking... To the TARDIS Index File!

Oh... so she's a cousin played by the same actress. ACK! Stupid, stupid squid creatures! ARGH! Back! Back, you pitiful excuse for a robot! Back! Back!

I'm okay. Perfectly fine.

The fact that I've had dreams concerning the Doctor a lot lately is weird. Like the aliens that blew up the school. That happened in Doctor Who. And the evil Doctor... that kind of happened. There was the Meta-crisis Doctor, not even close to as evil, and the Valeyard or whatever he's called that I've never seen on screen so I can't judge. Maybe in that parallel dimension the roles of the Doctor and the Master were switched. Oh, the Doctor's going to be so broken in season 4.5. That's what I'm calling it, 4.5, because it's not an actual season it's just a bunch of specials. Oh he's going to be so broken.

MUST GO READ TENROSE!

Last night I dreamed aliens blew up the school. Or at least, were going to. The dream was getting a little creepy so I woke up. After I did so I formulated a plot where me and the Doctor saved the day (unfortunately. Dumb school). It involved magical plastic bottles. Er, a magical plastic bottle. Super strong, able to contain alien explosives in gaseous form. And a bit of Time Lord essence for some reason. What Time Lord essences was doing floating around I don't know. It was weird.

The night before I dreamed the Doctor crash-landed (what a surprise) in a parallel world, but not The Parallel World. In this parallel world the parallel Doctor was broken by lack of Rose and crashed his TARDIS even worse then the TARDIS usually crashes and thus broke the TARDIS, breaking the Doctor even more. So the Doctor's stuck some time in the future with no TARDIS when he encounters this nineteen year old girl who looks like a blue-eyed Rose. Remember, this Doctor was broken more then the Doctor by lack of Rose, so he immediately introduced himself and brought her to the TARDIS, where, bouncing like a little kid again, he started trying to fix her while answering not-Rose's questions (her name is Daisy). Daisy immediately starts to put the Doctor on a pedestal like Martha (this Doctor never met Martha or Donna) and to a point, herself because he seems so interested in her. After about a week the Doctor gives up, but he builds a new ship out of alien scrap and bits of the broken TARDIS, held together by black goo stuff. It looks a lot like Eckhart's ship from the Fullmetal Alchemist movie. He names it the AGU, after his new motto which has to do with getting something back no matter the cost, Always Going Up. So the parallel Doctor and Daisy go off and have adventures, and this Doctor was so broken by lack of Rose that he was overcome and they fell in love on the grounds that she looked like Rose and also happened to worship the ground he walked on because he's so magnificent. Not very good grounds. Anyway, Daisy becomes pregnant and it is into this catastrophe waiting to happen that our Doctor walks. There is some sort of chaos involving aliens in which the parallel Doctor expects Daisy to do something special because he's honestly convinced she's Rose's reincarnation, but she doesn't, leaving parallel Doctor playing the fish and wondering how the heck he's going to save the day. Our Doctor saves it, and once he's done he turns to admonish the parallel Doctor for placing so much stock in Daisy, but the parallel Doctor is already taking off... without Daisy. He's finally realized that Daisy is not Rose, not even her reincarnation, and as he's taking off his last words to the Doctor and Daisy are "Always going up". Which leaves our Doctor with a big stinking problem: Daisy. More specifically, Daisy's baby. Granted, he could just go back to his universe and forget the whole thing ever happened, but he's not like that. So he offers Daisy a spot on his TARDIS, even though he's unsure how things will play out. Daisy accepts since she realized that she didn't actually love the parallel Doctor, and they go off to have adventures in our universe.

Last week on the front page of the paper was a picture of my favorite school counselor in an office at Thunder Mountain helping someone register for Thunder Mountain, which probably means she'll be working there next year. Yes!

I finally got the mess of the geometry book sorted out, because I definitely turned it in in December, I just had an idiot of a teacher. She held on to it until after school ended and then turned it in, so it didn't make the inventory, and so I got a bill for 90 dollars but no grades. I finally got them today when we went in for registration and my mom sorted everything out. Idiots, the lot of them.

And here's proof. My mom has yet to see a letter from the principal without some egregious typo in it. The latest one? Ninety-six percent (95%) of teachers here etcetera etcetera are highly qualified, etcetera. Obviously she hasn't been taught by our 'amazingly qualified' teachers. I've been having a few problems finding them myself. No, that's not fair.  Most of my teachers  have been quite good given the circumstances. Except for Johnson.

Also at registration, I saw Dorothy and Alyssa, and waved at Nick. I got a free notebook and ripped up my old school ID. I also found my locker. It's in a much better place then last year.

The people at my school have no concept of politics. The point is to explain it carefully at the beginning, not after you've inflamed everyone. Oh yes, we're going to still start school at 8, but require teachers to be in their classrooms at 7:45. However, we're just going to say that school now starts at 7:45 until right before school starts, at which point we'll placate the masses. And my mom is definitely going to drive me and Alien to school in the morning because otherwise we'd have to be at the bus stop at 6:50 when we're ten minutes from school.

Oh, and have I mentioned how much I hate shopping? It's like shooting myself in the foot, and I still stand by my belief that there is something inherently wrong with trying on underwear.

 

rose_of_pollux inspired me with her Tintin meme, so I'm going to do a bunch of these. Unfortunately I can't do Tintin, because most of my answers would be the same:). There are lots of jokes only certain people will get.

Star Trek Voyager:
1. Bake cupcakes for: The Doctor, just because it would be funny, and B'Elanna.
2. Trust with the keys to my car: Harry
3. Put thumbtacks on the chair of: Viidians!!! Then get the hell out of there.
4. Have a crush on: Either Harry or Tom, but since Tom is with B'Elanna, then Harry
5. Pack up and leave if they moved next door: Kazon, but only if they don't come with Seska
6. Vote for leader: JANEWAY!!!!!!!!
7. Pick as my partner in a buddy movie: JANEWAY!!!!!!!!
8. Pair up: JANEWAY CHAKOTAY!!!!!!!!
9. Vote off the island and banish forever: Neelix
10. Wheedle into fixing my MP3 player: B'Elanna. Odds are she'd convert it into a phaser, and then some.

Star Trek Next Genaration:
1. Bake cupcakes for: Q!
2. Trust with the keys to my car: Picard
3. Put thumbtacks on the chair of: Q!
4. Have a crush on: Riker, if he were younger
5. Pack up and leave if they moved next door: Geordi LaForge. Only because every time I'd see him the theme from Reading Rainbow would start playing in my head.
6. Vote for leader: Picard
7. Pick as my partner in a buddy movie: Doctor Crusher!
8. Pair up: Picard and Crusher!
9. Vote off the island and banish forever: The Borg
10. Wheedle into fixing my MP3 player: The Transporter Room dude.

Doctor Who:
1. Bake cupcakes for: Rose
2. Trust with the keys to my car: Sarah Jane
3. Put thumbtacks on the chair of: The Master's too cool. Any bad guy that dances is too cool for thumbtacks. Sontaran's would do. Actually, a lot of random aliens would do. Ooh Ooh! Torchwood One!
4. Have a crush on: Ten!
5. Pack up and leave if they moved next door: Daleks and Cybermen.
6. Vote for leader: Nine. There would never be another war, and he's not ADHD like Ten.
7. Pick as my partner in a buddy movie: DoctorDonna. Two for the price of one.
8. Pair up: ROSE AND TEN FOR TEH WIN!!!
9. Vote off the island and banish forever: Human Doctor. Deux es machina anyone?
10. Wheedle into fixing my MP3 player: Trick question? The Doctor. It could be a little more sonic.

Sluggy Freelance:
1. Bake cupcakes for: Gwynn. She needs a little love after the monkey fiasco. Though depending on his mood, Bun-bun might get some alfalfa-flavored ones so he doesn't kill me. If I was in a cruel mood I might give one to Kiki.
2. Trust with the keys to my car: Zoe.
3. Put thumbtacks on the chair of: Doc Schlock
4. Have a crush on: Riff and/or Torg. They both have their pros (inventor dude, would go to the end of the world) and cons (random explosions, Oasis)
5. Pack up and leave if they moved next door: Steve the Demon Hunter.
6. Vote for leader: Riff. Granted, we all might explode, but it'd be an adventure.
7. Pick as my partner in a buddy movie: Zoe. It could be set in the Sahara.
8. Pair up: It's about time Zoe and Torg had some slack.
9. Vote off the island and banish forever: Hereti Corp
10. Wheedle into fixing my MP3 player: Riff, if I had an extra in case the first spotaneously exploded. If not, Schlock.

Bleach:
1. Bake cupcakes for: Yachiru. MWAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!!!
2. Trust with the keys to my car: Ukitake
3. Put thumbtacks on the chair of: Yamamoto
4. Have a crush on: Hitsugaya
5. Pack up and leave if they moved next door: Zaraki
6. Vote for leader: Rukia
7. Pick as my partner in a buddy movie: Karin
8. Pair up: Hitsugaya and Karin
9. Vote off the island and banish forever: Aizen
10. Wheedle into fixing my MP3 player: Urahara

Fullmetal Alchemist:
1. Bake cupcakes for: If he has his body, Al. If not, Sheska
2. Trust with the keys to my car: Hawkeye
3. Put thumbtacks on the chair of: Breda. And then I'd stick a dog on his chair.
4. Have a crush on: Ed.
5. Pack up and leave if they moved next door: Der Fuhrer
6. Vote for leader: Mustang.
7. Pick as my partner in a buddy movie: Hawkeye
8. Pair up: Mustang and Hawkeye
9. Vote off the island and banish forever: Dante
10. Wheedle into fixing my MP3 player: Hohenheim

Indiana Jones:
1. Bake cupcakes for: Marion
2. Trust with the keys to my car: Someone who A) is not a Nazi, and B) would not misplace them. That leaves pretty much no one.
3. Put thumbtacks on the chair of: Mola Ram. Imagine it: "I summon the devil... AAUUGGHH!"
4. Have a crush on: Indiana
5. Pack up and leave if they moved next door: That Russian woman whose name I can't remember
6. Vote for leader: Henry Jones Senior. Just because. He's the best-ish out of a bad lot.
7. Pick as my partner in a buddy movie: Indiana
8. Pair up: Indiana and Marion
9. Vote off the island and banish forever: Elsa
10. Wheedle into fixing my MP3 player: Mutt

 

Star Wars:
1. Bake cupcakes for: Obi-wan
2. Trust with the keys to my car: Luke
3. Put thumbtacks on the chair of: Darth Vadar
4. Have a crush on: Han
5. Pack up and leave if they moved next door: A contingent of Stormtroopers
6. Vote for leader: Luke
7. Pick as my partner in a buddy movie: Han
8. Pair up: Han and Leia
9. Vote off the island and banish forever: Emperor Palpatine
10. Wheedle into fixing my MP3 player: Han

Tortall:
1. Bake cupcakes for: Kel
2. Trust with the keys to my car: Jonathan
3. Put thumbtacks on the chair of: Stormwings
4. Have a crush on: George or Jonathan
5. Pack up and leave if they moved next door: Stormwings
6. Vote for leader: Jonathan. He's already proven himself.
7. Pick as my partner in a buddy movie: Beka or Aly
8. Pair up: Alanna and George
9. Vote off the island and banish forever: Duke Roger
10. Wheedle into fixing my MP3 player: Numair.

I just had a very bad dream involving school schedules, Kathy McBitchcounselor, and unsympathetic friends. It involved a lot of shouting. And now I am in a rather foul mood.

Basically my schedule was all fucked up (again) and so I went to the counselor's office to get it fixed. Guess who I get to talk to? I go into this long explanation on why exactly I need my schedule changed and when I'm done she just gives me this little smile and says conspiratorily that you don't need a counselor's appointment to change your schedule, you just walk into classes. I tell her that my schedule is so fucked up I need her to tell me what classes are when. She just gives me that little smile and basically tells me to go away. I call her by her true name under my breath, and when she asks what I said I just say "Nothing!" in a sing-song voice and storm away. And mine and Adrian's life jackets keep popping out of nowhere, pissing me off even more. I storm aimlessly, then go to Caitlin's house where  Caitlin demands to know why I have a copy of How To Kill A Mockingbird (and not listening to explanation of lame lit class), Jo is making out with someone in Caitlin's room, and Ven and Laib are just standing there saying things like "Life's not fair" and "It's only a school year". Then I stormed out, stormed up to counselling, and punched McBitchcounselor.

Kind of like at the beginning of last year where I dreamed the first day of school was hell and I hated every second of it, knowing that that would be what the rest of the year was like. And it came true. Figures. Shit.

No one mourns the wicked. The wicked die alone. But there is no rest for the wicked. Isn't death a form of rest? So no matter what we do, there will always be wickedness. I've always had trouble sleeping. Does that mean I'm wicked? 

One of those small things that just brings a grin to my face is when people spell a word one way but mean it in a different way. For instant, "How high are the stakes?" If you spell 'stakes' 'steaks', then all I can think of is flying bits of dead cow.

Just thought I'd point it out. 

I went to see Mamma Mia today. It was cheesy. My dad was right. It is a chick flick.

Why does LJ keep changing how the italics work?

Anyway, the music was good, but the entire audience started laughing whenever Pierce Brosnan had a solo. You can't blame Spineless Prettyboy though, he tried. Really hard. I had no idea jaws could go in so many different directions at once. Also, one of the songs was the "Money money money" one that we did the tango to in eighth grade. So many bad memories. And of course, in true James Bond style, Spineless Prettyboy just couldn't keep his shirt on, or out of the limelight. No I will not lay off. However, when we walked in the the theater on the wall was this HUGE widescreen poster-thingy for Quantum of Solace. I squealed. James Bond is cool, and anyone is always awesomer when they go rogue. ROGUE JAMES BOND FOREVER! TIMOTHY DALTON FOREVER! IAN FLEMING... no, too late. 'James Blvd' looks a lot like 'James Bond' from a distance.

I went with my mom and Debbie and Nancy and... Abby. It's been so long. We were best friends, now look. She was always everywhere, full of energy. Now she just kind of exists. Not in a depressed sort of way, just an "I'm not your friend" sort of way. It's my fault, for listening to rumors in the first place. I tried, I really did. When we walked out of the theater I tried to strike up a conversation, but she just walked off, disappearing. We found her later in the car, first there.

Maggie, Abby, Callie. Everyone I've been in contact with as friends while I lived in Gustavus I now hate. Save Abby, who I'm pretty sure hates me. Oh what am I doing wrong? What am I doing right? You can hardly expirement with friendships to see what works and what doesn't like lab rats. Oh well. There's a party on Friday at Ven's anyway.

Of course, I'm the only one still on LJ anyway. Pshaw, who needs friends? Sure, someone to talk to so you don't end up socially emaciated, but I'm not a social butterfly and I definitely can't keep things together. Not that I try. I'm Elphie, remember? Not Galinda. I don't grow up to be the star in a new order after the Wizard disappears. I melt into a puddle on the floor in the middle of nowhere. God I need to reread that book.

What the hell else was I going to say?

Them British TV actors. They follow each other around incessantly.

Take Foyle's War for example. Christopher Foyle is played by Michael Kitchen, who also plays M's assitant Bill Tanner in some of the Brosnan movies. In the first episode, the rich guy's daughter is played by the same actress as the Bad Bond Girl from Die Another Day. In the third episode, one of the minor characters is played by David Tennant, who also plays the Tenth Doctor of Doctor Who. In the same episode, again a different rich  guy's daughter is played by the same woman who played Reinnette Poissont or however you spell that in a Tenth Doctor episode of Doctor Who.

I got more evidence that I look older than I actually am. Today while wandering downtown an old guy asked me where a liquor store was.

I just had the greatest idea for a comedy. Basically, God decides that he needs another Jesus, so he starts looking around. Unfortunately, he hasn't peeked down on Earth for 150 years or so, so he has no idea the current social customs or even what the heck is going on.

Cue angry (and now pregnant) teenage girl who really just wants to graduate and go to college. Unfortunately, God can't rescind his choice so she's stuck with him. And since he realizes that he should really learn what the heck's going on, he starts following her around in many forms: human, dog, bird, mouse, etc. The girl of course uses every chance she gets to humiliate him, like taking him to the pound, scratching him on the head, some knee-groin action if he's in human form.

Blegh. I have to sail today.

Wet wet wet wet wet. Blarg. We are having the worst weather this summer. There was such a bad storm yesterday that Al's (that's Adrian's new name) sailing class was canceled. Apparently Instructor Matt went out during lunch and couldn't keep the boat up. He kept capsizing over and over and had to be towed in by the Coast Guard.

I was going to go to Get Smart again with my mom, but they were only playing late shows, 9:10. That sucks. So I didn't get to go again, and we're going to stick it on Netflix. Maybe I'll go to Wall-E today. Maybe.

As far as I can tell, the computer's unhaunted now. I had a bad dream where Sims 2 stopped working, but that's done. I freaked out when I thought the Mute on the options was actually Unmute, so I was wondering why no music was playing. What's funny is when you're in the Neighborhood view and there's no music playing, there's the sound of wind.

Of course, none of my friends actually get on LJ anymore. Hmph.

And apparently Moulinsart forbids fanfiction. Copyright whores. Yeah, we were thinking it.

I hope the Krogfowl eats all the juniors. That or the weather's too bad on Monday to go sailing. Guess who got roped into Junior Instructing? I hate teaching.

Blarg. I've been soo bored. I did a pretty good Zombie impersonation yesterday. Braaaiiinnssss.

Blueberries are ripe. Too bad it's raining too hard to pick them.