Okay, this time I'm really leaving. Sometime around eight, I think. I still have to pack toothbrush/toothpaste and stuff, but that can only happen after I've brushed my teeth this morning.

I won't be back until late Saturday night, so most likely you won't hear from me until Sunday (Unless, in some miraculous circumstance, I don't feel like immediately crashing when I get home).

Wish me luck!

~Psykiapa

So today is my last day before Pine Ridge. I'm going to post some Pine Ridge facts here later, just to let everyone know what I'll be doing and where I'll be going. Plus, it's really important that people understand this because it's a national problem that tends to get ignored.

Right now I'm basically killing time before going to church (they want to introduce the Pine Ridge group to the congregation - I'm going through a church, though conversion is not our goal, our goal is to help the people and learn about their way of life). Why is it that church always seems to make the day so short? Probably because I get back from church and it's noon already.

Okay, now my mom's looking like she's ready to go.

Nothing happened today.

Other than me completely spacing that my mom was going to have meetings after school.

Thanks goes out to Josh for driving me home! Yays!

... I'm done.

Feeling much less pissy right now. It feels good.

I won't be updating for a while yet; I'm going to be gone at state forensics all weekend. All weekend meaning tomorrow and Friday. Then on Saturday I have the ACT and Grease to go to. And Sunday will be frantic studying over my German for Frau's final. So that's it in a nutshell.

I have to go study for the English final, pack, and write my questions for German. I should probably reread "Ein Tisch ist ein Tisch" as well, but that was so incredibly confusing ... and sad ... I don't know if my brain could handle it.

Cheers!

~Abbie

I have stuff to write about, but I really don't feel like writing it out.

Got two 24s and a 25 in forensics (25 is a perfect score). Very proud of myself.

I feel so free. We're on break. Yesssssss.

I've really been missing the warm weather lately, but that snow is just beautiful.

I'm going to be spending the rest of tonight doing homework; gosh, I'm really looking forward to the three day weekend. And! I get to work, therefore I make more money and will feel less bad about spending money on Saturday. Might buy myself a cell phone ... big news there.

Probably won't, though. And I'll most likely just shop sales, not find much but hopefully I'll get some really cute tops for summer. Or just some basic tanks. Or something. I've been going through my wardrobe lately and digging out all the crap that I never wear. Let me tell you, it's going to be one hell of a garage sale this year.

So right now I'm just doing after school things, like checking email, updating lj, checking myspace, that sort of thing. I have to go directly into my 6-second-snapshot after this; I honestly have so far to go on that it's not even funny. I tear apart my writing before I let other people see it these days. Then I have a ton of homework to do for German and Western Civ.

Gah! Schoolwork!

Out.

Forensics meet: Got fourth in Prose ... didn't expect any better. Attempted to flirt with an amazingly cute German foreign exchange student. Saw a friend of mine from Elementary school. It was interesting. Jeanna got double firsts! Yay!

( The shopping trip was not as successful as I had hoped. )

I did manage to find myself some seriously hot capris/pants. I have a dark brown pair and a tan one, and they're both amazing and comfortable. I've actually been needing pants too, which is the best part. Not just random buying! Oh no!

Next I need to get some flip-flops. My last pair died over the summer and are too disgusting to wear.

( Short rant on my monetarial issues. )

Tonight I've got to finish reading for English and I'm going to start clearing out my drawers of stuff I just want to get rid of. It's getting really bad. I have too many clothes. Oh well.

At least I've accomplished some serious plot-planning this weekend for NaNo. I'm just overflowing with ideas and a project that won't require too much research, but just enough to keep me busy with research over the summer. I think this is actually a plot that could get published, too. Which is very promising.

But now, I'm off to go make myself feel slightly better about my lack of beautiful new sweater.

Just balanced my checkbook, worked with numbers. Thusly, I am frustrated at the moment. How do I release this frustration?

( Meme! )

Those are all startlingly accurate. Weird.

Today was pretty good. I got to play with play-dough in Western Civ. Great class, that.

Jeanna and I geeked about during lunch with writing/editing/stuff. It was awesome. I'm so excited to see where her story goes next, I just ... can't even put it into words.

Mreh. I think I need to have my glasses looked at again; I've been getting headaches at the end of the day and I think I might need to update my perscription.

Nate: Congrats! You two are cute.

I'm going to go do my homework now. Is it just me, or do all my posts end that way?

~Psykiapa

There have been no adventures of great interest today; it's mostly been just another day.

I'm daydreaming constantly now. It's like one part of my brain is focused on what's going on, and the other part is just going wherever the hell it wants to go. This isn't necessarily a bad thing, considering that I write a lot better when I'm not caught up in the details of life. And right now, it's a very good thing that I'm not too caught up in life because we've got three weeks until Spring Break. If I remain in this state of not caring about my daily life and stuff, just laughing about it, then I won't go positively stir-crazy.

It's weird, because I recognize that I want a break from it all, but I'm not going crazy over the monotony of it all. I know what my body is feeling/needing, but I'm able to dislocate my mind from that. I should try to keep this ability ... it's coming in handy.

... but I've still been ADD a lot of the time lately. Just look at the past three entries; sheer insanity.

Getting back in the work mode now. I want to get all my homework done right away so that I can write later tonight, and edit/look over more of Jeanna's fanfic. I also really want to read more in "Ghost Writer" and hopefully finish that soon; that would be a very good thing, because then I could start rereading "Lost" again. I think I was a bit too young for the twisted psychological incest that Maguire was truly writing about ... I'll see more of the psychological side of the story now. I was only fifteen, after all. Not mature enough to get it.

That and it's a ghost story that I've been craving to reread lately. *excitement*

Now, off to work.

~Abbie

Forensics meet tonight! Whoot! I think everyone qualified for the next level: districts.

It didn't feel like a competition day; school wears me out, and so I had to get in the swing of things first round, but after that things went pretty well. One of my judges said I was almost at the point of overdoing stuff with characters ... another said to take out the he said/she saids entirely because my characters could carry it. I think my judge just didn't like me third round. A very logical conclusion.

I'm also a slight ditz. My mom and I share a car, right? So she says, and I quote from this morning, "If I can't get you a spot in front of the school, I'll pull up to the building."

She left me the keys to take the car home, and she'd leave the car for me (obviously).

Get off the bus, don't see the car in the student lot. To me, this is "right in front of the school." So Lindsey, Emily, and I run around to the back, and I set off the alarm so that maybe I can get the car to let me know where it is. This would have worked, if I had been able to get the alarm to turn off. I couldn't, so I thought that someone else's car alarm had gone off and that my car hadn't registered the alarm. We get all the way to the back of the school (the teacher's lot), and discover that the car is not in the Handicapped van parking area. This is where "pull up to the building" means for me, considering mom normally parks in the teacher lot, this sounded like the most logical thing, seeing as how she wouldn't have to pull all the way around.

Apparantly, "pull up to the building" is equal in meaning to "right in front of the building" which really means "the first row of student parking."

Needlesstosay, I'm a dork homygawsh.

At least I make life interesting. And probably annoy a hell of a lot of people. I'm sorry that I'm so out to lunch! Gah!

~Psykiapa

New clothes!

I have new pants. Pants are good. Especially when they cost me a dollar fifty. I'll be showing them off tomorrow. It will make me happy to show off my new pants. I haven't had new pants in a long time.

...

I think I need to go do something not related to the internet for a while. But wait! That would be ... nothing. Even my writing is, in some way, related to the internet.

And I really don't feel like doing homework.

I feel like a hippy today; I'm wearing my feminist shirt, my Zen Warrior hat, my pair of cargo pants, and a long underwear shirt.

Gah! Note to self: don't update when you feel this ADD.

~Abbie

I have this problem with my livejournal. Things actually happen in real life, I should update about them because they're fairly interesting and then ... I don't. I want to update on yesterday, but at the same time ...

mreh.

There. I'm not going to update on any actual activity, I'm going to talk about something completely different.

Today, I'm going to edit. And edit. And maybe write. And stuff like that. For a while. Maybe I'll watch "The Corpse Bride," because I "rented" it after work yesterday and it should probably go back today. Or something. I've also got to make that translation of Erlkonig for German, but any time before noon is not the time to do that sort of thing.

Oh, and Jeanna: How do I address the letter? I'll write that later today too.

But now I need tea and stuff. Perhaps I'll update my fic journal about my trials and tribulations of the past month, because anyone who ever watches that deserves to know why I haven't updated in, say, FIVE MONTHS. I have stuff done, or almost done, I swear.

Leaving now.

The best part of today was totally the Western Civ. skits; we were divided into seven groups and each of us had a section of the Odyssey that we had to summarize. I wasn't there yesterday for the writing of the script and such, so therefore our group TOTALLY sucked, but everyone pretty much sucked.

Narrator(me): And so they fought for their begging rights.

.... (nothing happens)

(me): R4wr! *flail*

Odysseus (Troy): Argh! *"punches" me in the nose*

(me): *flail* God, you broke my jaw!

It was glorious, but it's probably going to really bring my grade down. Oh well. I can only do awesomely amazing on EVERYTHING ELSE and then my grade will be all better. *nodnod*

Now I have to go do a health project. ~flee~

Yes, you heard me: I just had the best Valentine's day ever.

Did I have a hot date? No. Did I stay home and watch sappy romantic comedies? No. Did I imbibe lots of chocolate? No.

Did I have fun?

Hell yes!

It all started with Doug's date standing him up. Tessa had gone to Acoustic earlier, and when Doug went there to meet up with his date, and his date didn't show, they called me and told me to get over there. I went, after much encouragement from the parental units, and we sat and talked. I made the very big mistake of teaching Doug how to say "I am easy" auf Deutsch, and so he had to say it as loudly as possible as many times as possible while I started to break.

After a while, Doug got restless, because he can't sit still for too long, and we got out to go walk around. One of us (I think it was Doug; my memory is not so good) had the grand idea that we should have a sign advertising that we are seeking a valentine. And what do you know? Penco was open.

So we bought a big piece of paper, a HUGE red sharpie, and proceeded to write "SEEKS VALENTINE" on it. Doug, of course, had to add "Me love you long time" on the bottom in fairly small letters.

Were we satisfied with this? Oh no, my friends, oh no. We had to go out and stand on the corner and try to get cars to honk at us. All the while me being terrified that a teacher is going to see me and that I'll get caught or something crazy like that, because I'm a worrywart.

Eventually, while Doug was going to buy another piece of paper to write "HONK IF YOU HATE VALENTINE'S DAY" on, Tiki managed to break me. I don't know how, or why, or even how broken, but she broke me, and when I finally admitted that she broke me, she screamed for joy, jumped up and down, and basically drew even more attention to us.

Throughout the rest of our little sign-waving the two of them managed to not just re-brake me, but stomp on the little pieces until they were indistinguishable.

The night ended with whoring for Tiki's camera in her room and dropping her off at BradTree's to see Hana's new bunny.

In the next episode: an explanation of why exactly I won't be in school tomorrow, and the Charlie Chronicles.

Get your own spectral analysis from Area 23®

More to come later ...

My brother just got here; that kid is so hilarious.

I've been keeping it a secret that Charlie was coming to visit; he just drove in with his friend Scott from California.

We're ordering Jeff and Jim's and may be watching a movie, I dunno. I'll probably update more later on this.

Eeeee! Excitement!

~Abbie

The computer is finally up. Dad's doing a scan at the moment; but I didn't lose any word documents, which is good.

Will immediately be backing up absolutely everything that I have onto cd; I got really scared when I thought that I might have lost everything.

But that computer is safe and sound, and it's making it's slow but sure way back into the collective intelligence again.

In other news: I've got all my homework done and went to Tiki's for lunch (woke her up and felt terrible ... oh well. I got her up before three, which is good.)

I'm going off to read fluffy fanfition now; give my brain a rest.

~Abbie

I just finished "Anansi Boys." Now I'm only reading four books at once. Actually, since I haven't started the two new ones, technically I'm reading two, soon to be four.

But it's only four! Yey!

~Abbie

It's official. There is nothing more dangerous to have me do than to set foot in a library.

I am addicted to books and forensics is my excuse to drive myself insane with addiction.

Honestly, the trip to the library started out as a very innocent search for a good book of beat poetry to read and find pieces for forensics. What did I find instead?

Two extremely tantalizing, tasty morsels of fiction: one derives from my search for beat literature, the other is indulgence at its worst.

"The Dharma Bums" - Jack Kerouac
"The Ghost Writer" - John Harwood

At the same time, I'm hoping to finish reading "Anansi Boys" (schoolwork severely interfered with my ability to finish this), I have two more weeks to read "Medieval Village, Manor, and Monastery" (extremely difficult and interesting nonfiction book I chose for my Western Civ. class), and have a daily reading assignment in "Huckleberry Finn."

And I have two books of beat poetry on hold, probably to be shipped in this week.

I am an idiot. An intelligent idiot, but that makes me no less an idiot.

Tonight is definitely a night for a bubble bath and a yoga magazine.

Ohmygawd, tomorrow Mom's computer gets fixed and all of my writing angst and woe will be no more! I'll FINALLY get to have access to that story I started writing over a week ago and be able to finish it on paper, and will be able to actually edit my stuff. Some more. A lot.

And type up a livejournal entry without the screen flashing "Illegal Operation has occurred while you were innocently typing away on the computer. We must now shut down because we're dumb buts and this computer is a Gateway2000."

Needless to say, my technical difficulties have been great as of late.

I have off-campus lunch this week, and so I went to Taco John's. After I had finished eating (a process that took all of ten/five minutes), I decided to stop in at home before I went back to school. Dad was incredibly surprised and very happy to see me. I felt all warm and fuzzy.

I have, yet again, a shit load of homework to do tonight, so I must be off. But this has been a quick (and hopefully interesting) story of my day.

~Abbie

Am feeling much better this morning. It's amazing what a few extra hours of sleep can do for a person.

~Abbie