Sunday, August 31
Um, Dick Van Dyke. My god. Who could not love him? Anyway, "Chitty Chitty Bang Bang" is on, and, yes, that is my favorite movie ever. In fact, it's fantasmagorical! Oh man. I can't decide who I'm more in love with; Dick Van Dyke as Caractacus Potts or Gene Wilder as Willy Wonka. Ahhhhhh!
I'M DROPPING FRENCH I'M DROPPING FRENCH I'M DROPPING FRENCH!!!!!!!!!!!!
Happy Sunday!
P.S.
Oh, Truly Scrumptious (Sally Ann Howes), you're so beautiful.
P.P.S.
Robert Helpmann as The Child Catcher is PRICELESS. OH MAN. I THINK HE WINS AT LIFE.
Thursday, August 28
Today I did not go to school. Out of eight school days so far, I have refused to attend two of them. Um. Yeah. I hate waking up to someone yelling at me. So, I spent the day feeling sorry for myself and thinking about how I hate the world. But then I showered and did some of that god-awful homework and felt a little better. Then my mom came over and talked for a long time about how everyone wants the best for me and I seem to be the only one who's against that. She also told me about how she can't figure out whether I'm depressed or have a horrible outlook on life. I think it's both. Actually, when I'm happy, my outlook works out really well for me. Blah blah blah. So, after she left I felt even better. Then I walked to the Sunrise Mini Mart and bought some junk food and felt a lot better. Then my mom came back over and took me to Subway for supper and I felt better more. Then she gave me a book of Peanuts comics called Me, Stressed Out? and I laughed a lot. Then the guy at Subway named Adam waved to me as we were leaving and I was glad to know that there are nice people in the world, so I'm pretty much fine now. I hate these days because I'm a horrible brat and people love me anyway. Argh. I guess I'll be at school tomorrow.
Oh, here's the rest of the poem I've now memorized (and hate):
La Grace dans sa feuille, et l'Amour se repose,
Embaumant les jardins et les arbres d'odeur;
Mais, battue ou de pluie ou d'excessive ardeur,
Languissante, elle meurt, feuille a feuille declose;
Ainsi, en ta premiere et jeune nouveaute,
Quand la terre et le ciel honoraient ta beaute,
La Parque t'a tuee, et cendre tu reposes.
Pour obseques recois mes larmes et mes pleurs,
Ce vase plein de lait, ce panier plein de fleurs,
Afin que, vif et mort, ton corps ne soit que roses.
Wednesday, August 27
Well I might as well thank Lucas for giving me the brownie he promised. THANK YOU LUCAS/LUCY.
Anywho, I love how I'm a slacker. I should really try and pass stuff this semester. My parents will shoot me if I don't. And by shoot I mean not let me drive which will make me cry since I neeeeeeeeeeed to drive because I'm tirrrrrrrred oh my house(s)!!! Here, for your enjoyment, is the first third of the poem I'm memorizing for French, without accents and such because that's too much work:
COMME ON VOIT SUR LA BRANCHE AU MOIS DE MAI
Pierre de Ronsard
Comme on voit sur la branche, au mois de mai, la rose,
En sa belle jeunesse, en sa premiere fleur,
Rendre le ciel jaloux de sa vive couleur,
Quand l'aube, de ses pleurs, au point du jour l'arrose...
Enough of that. Today was nice. Except my mom's mad at me again. But hey, whatever.
Monday, August 25
Monday! Woo! It's cool how when my dad asked me if I have any homework I sat down out the table, pulled out the billion assignments I have and then told him which ones I'm not going to do. And I told him that my goal is to pass all my classes. Man, I am aiming high this year. Haha. Hahahaha. I'm gonna be a high school dropout! I love it when the world ends.
I got to drive the Eurovan home today but I'm crying on the inside since no one saw how awesome I look sittin' up there.
List time...
Things That People Should Do When They Say They Will:
1) write me letters
2) give me brownies
3) give me money
4) have sex with me
Over.
Saturday, August 23
I tend to start a lot of posts with "haha," so today I'm going with stating the obvious and then...
Haha. Man. Today was freshmen wake up. Woo! The waking up part kind of sucked, but I spent last night at Holly's house with Amber, Amanda, Dulcey, Perry, Samantha and Whitney, and that was fun. Actually, the fun part was when Lucas and Wes came over and we got Lucas to strip for us. Lucas naked. Oh man. He made two bucks.
Oh, yeah, and life sucks. But it's still kind of fun sometimes.
Thursday, August 21
Haha. I still don't have a third period class. Hahaha. Man, sitting for fifty minutes in the office waiting for a counselor while surrounded by really annoying ghetto people right before lunch is so much fun.
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What a fucking horrible day. Well, except for the hour or so when I forgot that I was mad. That was okay. But then I remembered again when the teacher stopped talking and everyone started being assholes again. It's funny how that works. But seriously, I am such a bitch. sjkfnajksnfksjdfjsk I always want to shoot people for being jerks but it's just who they are and I shouldn't blame them for that because if I do then I'm just as bad as them and that's not who I want to be. Hey, I'm pretty good about being accepting right? But every now and then I like die. All you people who saw me "fnwakojgbhsekugweihwriughwr" today know what I'm sayin'. Argh! I talked to a girl in the office earlier who was pregnant. She was really nice. She'd just come from the nurses office and had a sample diaper, so she opened it up and we smelled it. Yeah. I know. I love the smell of (clean) diapers. Since always. But other than that, people suck, I am invisible, blah blah blah. Okay, seriously. Someone tell me how I can stop being invisible. This is just so amazing. I have the wonderful ability to talk loudly about someone two feet away from them and still not be heard. And I can just like disappear or something since no one ever sees me and they all just like walk into me and don't say hi to me and blah. Of course, it's really annoying since no one ever knows when I'm mad at them or anything unless I tell them. It's hard to snub someone who never talks to you, anyway. And I guess I'm sort of talking about Mike and Patrick, since that's who everyone heard me complain about, but it's a whole lot of other people, too. The only thing I hate about being in this sort of mood is that I get so caught up in frustration that I ignore my real friends and that sucks for them since I hate it when people do that to me. gjsrkafjsdlk I hope I disappear for real. Now that would be cool. Man, I'm so full of shit. Now I'm thinking of all the people that did wave to me today and that did go "hey Luci!" and that did talk to me and I feel bad. It's lame that I always let a few people ruin my entire day. It's even lamer that I admit my emotions were (and are) totally wrong since it sucks being wrong ALL THE FUCKING TIME (because emotions are never right and we should suppress them.) I wish I was totally arrogant and thought I was right all the time so that I wouldn't have to feel guilty always. Ignorance is bliss.
Venting over.
Tuesday, August 19
Okay, well, I'm back. I guess. Um, school started today and it was lots of fun. Go school! Except for how I don't have a third period class. That's annoying to get fixed and blah. And the homework. And marching band. And all the other crap that comes with school. Especially the teachers, since, you know, I hate everyone. I really do hate most of my teachers. I suppose that Ms Nelson and Mrs Gardner are okay, since I'm used to them, but new teachers just bug me. Blah blah blah. I'm done complaining. Oh, wait, I lied. My parents. Dear god my parents. And I know that you don't really care about them, but this is more for me than anyone else, so whatever. But I won't bore you with details. Instead I'll talk about how when I was younger I always felt so lucky and like I had everything and a really good family and all that. But every now and then I'll be talking to someone about something insane one of my parents just did and someone else who doesn't really know me gives me this "what the hell is wrong with your parents?" look. I never thought I'd get that look. Hey, come on, we all get along. We're fucking spiffy. Nora and I, we saw it coming. We expected it. We know how to deal with it. We're well adjusted and all that. It's kind of funny how I'm so good at pretending that no one noticed I was still a kid when my family started falling apart and they STILL forget that sometimes I'm not just automatically okay.
