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I feel like flooding your F-list by my complaints and random bouts of bitchiness. That is all I seem to be able to do. Don't really care at the moment. It's either I release stress here or at some innocent bystander. I'd rather take the first choice.
And I feel drained, tired, and sleepy. Finally took the advice of getting some sleep. Got home around 2 and fell asleep for four hours on the couch. It felt good but now I'm starting to depend on sleep more and it's bad when you have a History final the next day. Currently starting on the extra credit report. Hopefully it will take me no later than 12:30. It isn't suppose to be all that long but I honestly hope I can finish it soon. (On a random note...remember to steal a scantron from someone and get one bluebook out of my English folder.)
Archaeology final was beyond easy. I hope to get an A on that one...I HOPE. And one of the questions was fun. "If the Mayan prophecy of 2012 would come true, what would you be doing then?" I wrote a paragraph of living life to the fullest and having fun no matter what. Living my life with the least amount of regrets as possible, none at all if I can. And something about a snake goddess. It sounds more stupid than this brief summary, but funny. At least I thought it was funny...
Got a call that tomorrow is scholarship night at my high school. LSC, the organization that I'm in, gave out a $500 scholarship with the essays deal. So, as a member I have to show up for a dinner thing and the ceremony. It's going to feel a bit weird because not even I went to my scholarship night. Problem due to unreliable and uncaring parents. We'll see how that goes.
Also got an invite to play flute for a gig next week. I have my music, not a flute though. And my tuning is horrible. Haven't played the flute with a proper sound in years. I'll probably check it out after the ceremony deal. Probably not...I'll be too tired.
-sighs- Today was not a good day, I guess.
I think it's either stress or my sucky immune system, but I'm getting sick. Or I seem to be. Can't really tell nowadays how many tissues I use and for what.
Noticed how no matter how big of a front you put, your eyes will always give you away. Regardless of how big the smile is or how full the laughter sounds like...eyes will always give you away. Or maybe it just depends on the person. Probably so. I don't know.
Lorelai: You've been stomping around, barking at people for days.
Luke: I have not.
Lorelai: Yes, Cujo, you have.
Luke: I always talk to people like that.
Lorelai: No, Benji, you don't.
Luke: I'll be fine tomorrow.
Lorelai: Really, Lassie? Why is that?
Emily: I just found out that Sookie was pregnant!
Lorelai: Don't look at me, I had nothing to do with it
Emily: Flying, thumping balls all over the place.
Lorelai: Flying, thumping what all over the place?
Emily: Balls.
(Lorelai giggles)
Emily: You are four.
Lorelai: And balls are funny.
Luke: Who's Skippy?
Rory: Skippy was our hamster.
Lorelai: He doesn't care
Luke: [asking curiously] What happened to Skippy?
Lorelai: [Defensively] Nothing happened to Skippy.
Rory: Every time Mom put her hand in his cage, he'd bite her.
Lorelai: And laugh.
Luke: Hamsters don't laugh.
Lorelai: Oh, this one laughed, trust me.
Rory: So finally she got fed up.
Luke: Of being laughed at by a hamster?
Lorelai: Well yeah!
Rory: And she stopped cleaning it's cage. Instead, every day she'd stuff some Kleenex in there.
Luke: You didn't.
Lorelai: It was the quilted kind.
Rory: So this keeps going on and the cage is just a cage full of Kleenex that moves a little, and the smell - really good.
Luke: I can imagine.
Lorelai: No, no, you can't!
Rory: So she takes the cage to the place where we bought him, waits for the sales guy to go behind the desk, and dumps it on the counter, then bolts.
Luke: You abandoned your hamster?
Lorelai: Look, I know it was bad, but this was a vicious hamster. This was like a "Damien" hamster with little beady eyes and a big forked tail and a cape with a hood and... bye bye buttercup. Bye, Luke.
Rory: You did the right thing.
Lorelai: Uh, I want a pet.
Lorelai: I want you to do whatever you want to do with me. I know that sounded dirty, and the dirty things count, but I didn't mean the dirty things.
Rory: You never had to live there.
Lorelai: Hello! Oppressed one, class of '85
Rory: Hey Mom.
Lorelai: Oh, you got your study voice.
Rory: Yep, it goes with my pop-quiz walk and term paper face.
Mrs. Kim: Lane, I have something very upsetting to tell you about.
Lane: Oh, what mama?
Mrs. Kim: It concerns the wedding night.
Lane: Oh, boy.
Mrs. Kim: Yes, oh boy. Marriage is a job Lane. There are rewards that come with this job but there are also sacrifices. There are things you are going to have to do.
Lane: Things?
Mrs. Kim: Terrible things.
Lane: Mama, you don't have to.
Mrs. Kim: You need to hear this. You need to know what to expect. It will start early.
Lane: What will?
Mrs. Kim: The man's expectations. It starts early, at the wedding actually. At the wedding you are going to have to kiss him.
Lane: Mama!
Mrs. Kim: Then you will be expected to share a bed tonight and when you are in that bed you have to do it with this boy. You're just going to have to do it. Hopefully if you're lucky like me you'll only have to do it once.
While watching "March of the Penguins")
Doyle: I cannot look at the shot of the dead baby penguin.
Paris: Me neither. Dead people, yes. Not penguins.
-P.S. This is stupid. Comments are back on.
And I feel drained, tired, and sleepy. Finally took the advice of getting some sleep. Got home around 2 and fell asleep for four hours on the couch. It felt good but now I'm starting to depend on sleep more and it's bad when you have a History final the next day. Currently starting on the extra credit report. Hopefully it will take me no later than 12:30. It isn't suppose to be all that long but I honestly hope I can finish it soon. (On a random note...remember to steal a scantron from someone and get one bluebook out of my English folder.)
Archaeology final was beyond easy. I hope to get an A on that one...I HOPE. And one of the questions was fun. "If the Mayan prophecy of 2012 would come true, what would you be doing then?" I wrote a paragraph of living life to the fullest and having fun no matter what. Living my life with the least amount of regrets as possible, none at all if I can. And something about a snake goddess. It sounds more stupid than this brief summary, but funny. At least I thought it was funny...
Got a call that tomorrow is scholarship night at my high school. LSC, the organization that I'm in, gave out a $500 scholarship with the essays deal. So, as a member I have to show up for a dinner thing and the ceremony. It's going to feel a bit weird because not even I went to my scholarship night. Problem due to unreliable and uncaring parents. We'll see how that goes.
Also got an invite to play flute for a gig next week. I have my music, not a flute though. And my tuning is horrible. Haven't played the flute with a proper sound in years. I'll probably check it out after the ceremony deal. Probably not...I'll be too tired.
-sighs- Today was not a good day, I guess.
I think it's either stress or my sucky immune system, but I'm getting sick. Or I seem to be. Can't really tell nowadays how many tissues I use and for what.
Noticed how no matter how big of a front you put, your eyes will always give you away. Regardless of how big the smile is or how full the laughter sounds like...eyes will always give you away. Or maybe it just depends on the person. Probably so. I don't know.
Lorelai: You've been stomping around, barking at people for days.
Luke: I have not.
Lorelai: Yes, Cujo, you have.
Luke: I always talk to people like that.
Lorelai: No, Benji, you don't.
Luke: I'll be fine tomorrow.
Lorelai: Really, Lassie? Why is that?
Emily: I just found out that Sookie was pregnant!
Lorelai: Don't look at me, I had nothing to do with it
Emily: Flying, thumping balls all over the place.
Lorelai: Flying, thumping what all over the place?
Emily: Balls.
(Lorelai giggles)
Emily: You are four.
Lorelai: And balls are funny.
Luke: Who's Skippy?
Rory: Skippy was our hamster.
Lorelai: He doesn't care
Luke: [asking curiously] What happened to Skippy?
Lorelai: [Defensively] Nothing happened to Skippy.
Rory: Every time Mom put her hand in his cage, he'd bite her.
Lorelai: And laugh.
Luke: Hamsters don't laugh.
Lorelai: Oh, this one laughed, trust me.
Rory: So finally she got fed up.
Luke: Of being laughed at by a hamster?
Lorelai: Well yeah!
Rory: And she stopped cleaning it's cage. Instead, every day she'd stuff some Kleenex in there.
Luke: You didn't.
Lorelai: It was the quilted kind.
Rory: So this keeps going on and the cage is just a cage full of Kleenex that moves a little, and the smell - really good.
Luke: I can imagine.
Lorelai: No, no, you can't!
Rory: So she takes the cage to the place where we bought him, waits for the sales guy to go behind the desk, and dumps it on the counter, then bolts.
Luke: You abandoned your hamster?
Lorelai: Look, I know it was bad, but this was a vicious hamster. This was like a "Damien" hamster with little beady eyes and a big forked tail and a cape with a hood and... bye bye buttercup. Bye, Luke.
Rory: You did the right thing.
Lorelai: Uh, I want a pet.
Lorelai: I want you to do whatever you want to do with me. I know that sounded dirty, and the dirty things count, but I didn't mean the dirty things.
Rory: You never had to live there.
Lorelai: Hello! Oppressed one, class of '85
Rory: Hey Mom.
Lorelai: Oh, you got your study voice.
Rory: Yep, it goes with my pop-quiz walk and term paper face.
Mrs. Kim: Lane, I have something very upsetting to tell you about.
Lane: Oh, what mama?
Mrs. Kim: It concerns the wedding night.
Lane: Oh, boy.
Mrs. Kim: Yes, oh boy. Marriage is a job Lane. There are rewards that come with this job but there are also sacrifices. There are things you are going to have to do.
Lane: Things?
Mrs. Kim: Terrible things.
Lane: Mama, you don't have to.
Mrs. Kim: You need to hear this. You need to know what to expect. It will start early.
Lane: What will?
Mrs. Kim: The man's expectations. It starts early, at the wedding actually. At the wedding you are going to have to kiss him.
Lane: Mama!
Mrs. Kim: Then you will be expected to share a bed tonight and when you are in that bed you have to do it with this boy. You're just going to have to do it. Hopefully if you're lucky like me you'll only have to do it once.
While watching "March of the Penguins")
Doyle: I cannot look at the shot of the dead baby penguin.
Paris: Me neither. Dead people, yes. Not penguins.
-P.S. This is stupid. Comments are back on.