seaOFglassDreams: i'm wearing the greatest strapless bra in the history of bras
Sketch883: Let he among us without sin be the First. To. Condemn! who said that? i thought it was Jesus
seaOFglassDreams: its magical
Sketch883: aw *snaps to zee*
seaOFglassDreams: uh....i heard in RENT
seaOFglassDreams: maybe jesus WAS in RENT? maybe he really does feel bad for everyone who has aids...even gesbians and lays.
So As of NOW, all the pink ladies are coming to my house tomorrow for a harry potter/pink get-together. Wear black,, ladies...and of course, call me if anything goes wrong. On the other hand, what do you guy want me to get together for you? Anything?
Excited*. Burp. Love,
"God, Joey, what number cup of coffee are you on?" Linda raised her head sleepily.
"Since this morning? I think seven. Can't be too sure," Joey replied, eyes wide. "I really don't understand what you guys see in sleeping, when there's such a great remedy for it at your friendly local Starbucks."
Bobby looked up from that week's issue of Rolling Stone, which he'd brought out for a bit of bedtime reading. "Joey, I swear to God, you have caffeine flowing through your veins rather than blood."
"And since when are you so.....awake?" asked Linda sarcastically.
"Since I slept for a few hours while you and this guy were scrawling graffiti across the sky," responded Bobby, returning to the article on the new movies coming out. "Say, anyone want to go see the re-release of Stand By Me with me this weekend? Thirtieth anniversary, you know....."
"Can't, Bobby. In case you haven't been notified, we have to save the world." Joey took another gulp of coffee. "Somehow, I'm thinking we're all booked up for awhile."
- Music:i love the 90s music
Ok- I have a proposition.
Margot and any other Pumpkin Piers out there:
If Harry and Hermione *do* get together on some wild weird crazy unexpected and totally unprecedented spin of events, I promise I won't say "there's still one book... they can still split up!" or something of the like if you promise not to do the same if it's Ron and Hermione. Deal?
Oh, and my prediction is that Harry and Ginny will get together in book 7 - following the Lily/James pattern:
"How come she married him?" Harry asked miserably, "She hated him!"
"Nah, she didn't," said Sirius.
"She started going out with him in seventh year," said Lupin.
"Once James had deflated his head a bit," said Sirius.
"And stopped hexing people for the fun of it," said Lupin.
*harry potter on the brain*
Oh, and Jess- that party sounds like a cool idea! Let us know the details, love.
Today has been wonderful...I got yelled at...yet again...by my spanish teacher,I want her to fucking shove a stick of dynamite down her fucking throat, because she is a fucking wanker. Then, I had to be in three places at once after school...which of course, fucked me over, even more...especially my friends....and I'm just sitting there, confused and stressed and completely frazzled. So then, I finish with all the shit I have to doin history...not doing most of what I should have done in Interact... and my mom calls and literally YELLS AT THE FUCKING TOP OF HER STUPID LUNGS at me...for not answer the fucking phone...well, what the fuck do you expect? that i answer a call in the middle of "why the spanish-american war was a direct result of imperialism"???! Then she tells me to pick up mariya from school...yes....thank you...make my fucking day b/c you know: you couldn't have told me that in the bajillion hours that you were home yesterday. And I've been staying after school for every single fucking day for the past...three weeks???! I even sent hinnah the message that i had to stay at school.
so then i got to bell oaks and i pick up mariya...who is a fucking idiot and cannot hear a car horn....I HONKED SEVEN TIMES AND THE STUPID IDIOT IS OBLIVIOUS....
so finally, yes finally...I have a NHS meeting tomorrow for which i don't know what the fuck I'm doing because I didn't pick up a volunteer sheet...because i didn't have time. Suck on that, Mrs. Geyer.
and I have to do this litmag shit sometime soon and that, I don't mind much b/c it's just four poems...but christ, decosta...talk about short fucking notice?!!!
and now...hinnah is blaring the fucking rap-BET-yes we're black and dumb and proud, but OH-WAIT-WE WANT EQUAL RIGHTS, EVEN THOUGH WE'RE FUCKING IDIOTS WHO HUMP A LOT...
aND NOW HINNAH IS TELLING ON ME FOR SOMETHING DUMB AND MY MOM IS HOME..
NOW TO MENTION THAT I HAVE TO CRAM THE ENTIRETY OF U.S. HISTORY IN MY HEAD BY FRIDAY AND I HAVE WORK TOMORROW AND MY MY FUCKING PARENTS DON'T GIVE ME MONEY SO I HAVE TO TAKE THIS FUCKING JOB.
so yeah...I guess I hate everyone...
except of course the ladies, who keep me grounded....instead of suicidal.
tuesday march 16th
Woke up from a dream of winning Wimbledon. I think I may be becoming sexually active, as the dream only really got interesting in the dressing room. I began to get undressed for a well-deserved shower. When I had got down to my (well-filled D-cup) bra and knickers I was startled to find someone had come in the room. It was Leonardo DiCaprio. He said, "I'm sorry, did I startle you?" Then he started covering my quivering (but extremely fit and tanned) body with kisses. Just then someone else came in. I pulled away from Leo but Leo said, "It's OK, it's only Brad," and Brad Pitt came and joined us.
did anyone catch the lunar eclipse this morning? i missed it
- Mood:I'm wearing a berret
- Music:Never gonna give you up by that red head i can't remember