FIRST EVERRR
low and behold, another blog spot, which will probably be filled w/ nothing but random blurts and little *look at my witty phrases* things, like "tremble and buckle." so um, i feel like i oughta write something, first entry, you know. must make it memorable. cept i have no witty phrases or anything exciting happening right now. but i'll try to keep track if i ever do come across any, which probably will be unlikely, since i don't notice much stuff. i mean, seriously, sometimes, it's like if i pass by a murder scene and heard a gunshot, i'd be like, what is that weird noise, and then go right on my way, completely oblivious of the dead body in teh pool of blood (ok, i have to stop thinking about priam and his son). so back on track, my point is that i don't notice a lot of things, as i have said before, and now i'm saying it again, to emphasize, of course, not to be redundant, and i know that by saying this much i am redundant already.
i really love these kinda typing journal entry things on teh lj client, they really test how fast i can type w/out stoppoing for a second and how fast i can think of something w/out sitting there and go, which word should i use next, should i use maybe or perhaps, which is better, let's see, this will take a while. and as i realize, nobody will be able to know what the hell i'm writin right now, because i don't know either, but it's fun to write aimlessly and go on an don and on about some random thing, as i'm doing right now. oh my, if linda were to read this, she'd probably find a thousand or more run on sentences and other grammatical mistakes and framgent and misused qotation marks, etc. i hate grammar, really, i don't get the point of it. i esp hate grammar sticklers, not that i hate ms. skerritt, because she is my favorite teacher, and english is realy teh only class i enjoy this year, but because i can't do grammar, and i can't follow grammar correctly, it seems, unless i have a structural bible in front of me with very detailed indexes. moving on, oh yes, i just got a livejournal, really quite similar to deadjournal, why are there so many of these journal thingys online, i mean, isn't one enough, do i really need three, i mean, am i gonna write in all three, or am i just being incredibly vain and can't resist the temptation of writing. i know i just contradicted myself in some way or other, but i'm too lazy to go back and fix it, or maybe i didn't contradict myself, and made sense all along, god only know. i wonder who'll be able to read this an dfollow my train of thoughts, because it's going really fast righ tnow and my fingers are flyyyyying. hohoh, merry hrristmas, that was werid, i just thought of christmas.
ok, now i'm just wasting my time, i don't even have anything to write about. but i feel obliged to make this a long entry so it'll intimidate ppl so they won't read it. i mean, even if someone does read, they won't know what i'm talking about.
oh, yes, i ought to talk about the house, and the interview, which was really quite dramatic, contrary to what i previously thought. let's talk about the interview first, cuz that's more importatn. first of all, i have to say i'm a bad choicemake, i always make the most horrible decisions ever even though i know i'm making the horrible decision. there we go again. so anways, friday, i had interview at 5:30 in school, but instead of going to my meeting and then interview, i decided to ditch the interview and go to this silly ja thing w/ a bunch of really quite silly girls, not that they are stupid, but it took them like 30 min literally to get out of school. first bathrooma, and of course being girls, it's the groupie thing where "we" hold hand in hand and go to bathroom together and won't leave until the last girl has come out of the stall. am i being too vulgar here. then locker, then coats, i shan't go on, it'll take too long. so went to ja thing, but split up w/ julie, lisa, and julia and went w/ ada via the D line to MIT, apparently friday was not the best day to enjoy a walk for 15 min in nature, just for the simple fact that it was freezing. ada and i couldn't stand the cold, so went to dunkin donuts and got hot chocolate, and it spilled on my gloves, so now it's kinda brownish baby-blueish, quite disgusting. then of course went to MIT, got there way early than julie and them. and filled out this survey about business, i was challenged, since most of the questions were about business and the only thing i knew about it is that it involves money. but nevertheless the bonding was fun, and i feel like i'm in 7th grade again, going to mcdonalds day after day just to talk and talk and talk, i could really be talkative some times, depending on teh mood. and friday obviously i was chirpy. so at the JA meeting, nothing happened, other than the fact that my phone rang twice right in teh middle of a person's speech. i left for my interview at school at 4:30. again to emphasize my horrible decision making skills, i should have stayed in school and went to my meeting as iwas suppose to, instead of going on some misadventure to a strange land full of money-horded ppl. and while walking back to bus, i checked my voicemail, and mr. montague left me a message telling me to get to school early cuz the interview has been pushed up, i was freakin out for some strange reason, though i'm thinking about it, i don't know why. ran all teh way to bus, waited and cursed and waited and got on teh bus and cursed some more. i have to stopp cussing or i'll be doomed. ><. then got on train, then ran back to school, was not at all composed, prepared, or anything i should be at an interview. ok, now the interview...see, it took me this long just to get to the main point, i myself marvel at how much i can write w/out making sense in 15 min.
the interview lady was mean, she was not pleased at my being late, and hyperventilating, and dressed like a puffball, or teh fact that i forgot a bunch of stuff which i was suppose to bring. anyways, she pointed at my shoes and said that she wanted to get into them. i was like, what the heeeeeell, did she want me to take off my shoes so she can try them on, they are kinda smelly, you know. but luckily, someone out there was helping me in making me realize that she didn't mean it literally, haha, i know i'm slow, but it's really hard to be fast when i just ran at top speed int eh icy winter of (march?). it's now 10:49, and i've been typing for the last 20 mins, i'm tired. so i'm gonna stop writing, i know it's cruel to stop right at the climax of my tale, but oh well, that's just too bad.
haha, hope that was memorable, speeeeeed write, it's a good exercise.
i really love these kinda typing journal entry things on teh lj client, they really test how fast i can type w/out stoppoing for a second and how fast i can think of something w/out sitting there and go, which word should i use next, should i use maybe or perhaps, which is better, let's see, this will take a while. and as i realize, nobody will be able to know what the hell i'm writin right now, because i don't know either, but it's fun to write aimlessly and go on an don and on about some random thing, as i'm doing right now. oh my, if linda were to read this, she'd probably find a thousand or more run on sentences and other grammatical mistakes and framgent and misused qotation marks, etc. i hate grammar, really, i don't get the point of it. i esp hate grammar sticklers, not that i hate ms. skerritt, because she is my favorite teacher, and english is realy teh only class i enjoy this year, but because i can't do grammar, and i can't follow grammar correctly, it seems, unless i have a structural bible in front of me with very detailed indexes. moving on, oh yes, i just got a livejournal, really quite similar to deadjournal, why are there so many of these journal thingys online, i mean, isn't one enough, do i really need three, i mean, am i gonna write in all three, or am i just being incredibly vain and can't resist the temptation of writing. i know i just contradicted myself in some way or other, but i'm too lazy to go back and fix it, or maybe i didn't contradict myself, and made sense all along, god only know. i wonder who'll be able to read this an dfollow my train of thoughts, because it's going really fast righ tnow and my fingers are flyyyyying. hohoh, merry hrristmas, that was werid, i just thought of christmas.
ok, now i'm just wasting my time, i don't even have anything to write about. but i feel obliged to make this a long entry so it'll intimidate ppl so they won't read it. i mean, even if someone does read, they won't know what i'm talking about.
oh, yes, i ought to talk about the house, and the interview, which was really quite dramatic, contrary to what i previously thought. let's talk about the interview first, cuz that's more importatn. first of all, i have to say i'm a bad choicemake, i always make the most horrible decisions ever even though i know i'm making the horrible decision. there we go again. so anways, friday, i had interview at 5:30 in school, but instead of going to my meeting and then interview, i decided to ditch the interview and go to this silly ja thing w/ a bunch of really quite silly girls, not that they are stupid, but it took them like 30 min literally to get out of school. first bathrooma, and of course being girls, it's the groupie thing where "we" hold hand in hand and go to bathroom together and won't leave until the last girl has come out of the stall. am i being too vulgar here. then locker, then coats, i shan't go on, it'll take too long. so went to ja thing, but split up w/ julie, lisa, and julia and went w/ ada via the D line to MIT, apparently friday was not the best day to enjoy a walk for 15 min in nature, just for the simple fact that it was freezing. ada and i couldn't stand the cold, so went to dunkin donuts and got hot chocolate, and it spilled on my gloves, so now it's kinda brownish baby-blueish, quite disgusting. then of course went to MIT, got there way early than julie and them. and filled out this survey about business, i was challenged, since most of the questions were about business and the only thing i knew about it is that it involves money. but nevertheless the bonding was fun, and i feel like i'm in 7th grade again, going to mcdonalds day after day just to talk and talk and talk, i could really be talkative some times, depending on teh mood. and friday obviously i was chirpy. so at the JA meeting, nothing happened, other than the fact that my phone rang twice right in teh middle of a person's speech. i left for my interview at school at 4:30. again to emphasize my horrible decision making skills, i should have stayed in school and went to my meeting as iwas suppose to, instead of going on some misadventure to a strange land full of money-horded ppl. and while walking back to bus, i checked my voicemail, and mr. montague left me a message telling me to get to school early cuz the interview has been pushed up, i was freakin out for some strange reason, though i'm thinking about it, i don't know why. ran all teh way to bus, waited and cursed and waited and got on teh bus and cursed some more. i have to stopp cussing or i'll be doomed. ><. then got on train, then ran back to school, was not at all composed, prepared, or anything i should be at an interview. ok, now the interview...see, it took me this long just to get to the main point, i myself marvel at how much i can write w/out making sense in 15 min.
the interview lady was mean, she was not pleased at my being late, and hyperventilating, and dressed like a puffball, or teh fact that i forgot a bunch of stuff which i was suppose to bring. anyways, she pointed at my shoes and said that she wanted to get into them. i was like, what the heeeeeell, did she want me to take off my shoes so she can try them on, they are kinda smelly, you know. but luckily, someone out there was helping me in making me realize that she didn't mean it literally, haha, i know i'm slow, but it's really hard to be fast when i just ran at top speed int eh icy winter of (march?). it's now 10:49, and i've been typing for the last 20 mins, i'm tired. so i'm gonna stop writing, i know it's cruel to stop right at the climax of my tale, but oh well, that's just too bad.
haha, hope that was memorable, speeeeeed write, it's a good exercise.