i'll take ken jennings for any amount of money, alex
may i just say: ken jennings is totally hot.
ok, right now i am not:
-studying for this ridiculous stats quiz
-planning for this wonderful the bluest eye test (is it weird i typed the queerest eye first?)
-watching the o.c.!!!! (but i am taping it)
i decided that this year my shows will be the o.c., queer eye, and arrested development because what an amazing show though i've only seen it like 3 times. except my madre is, when it comes to television (like many other areas), not just a nazi but more of an auschwitz nazi (oho!). so it might not work. but i'm trying.
for halloween, (well, just lexi's party) i was a thug. with a bandaid sported across my gorgeous cheekbone. one might say nelly. but one would be wrong, because i don't even really like nelly.
guess what i'm eating right now!!! dark chocolate-covered soybeans from trader joe's!!! delicieux! ALSO- today i was the hugest rebel in god's creation and parked in a HANDICAPPED SPOT while at trader joes purchasing said delightful soybean delicacies. i know. wild.
on to more serious matters:
i didn’t used to hate bush at all; i just thought he was retarded. i guess i sort of assumed that kerry would win. except…now w’s going to be a goon for four more years and this amazing opportunity to not be such a douche-y country just died. it makes me sad, really. i wish i could have voted.
on the college front: my early school is in (thank dieu). i have nothing more to say. college psychoticness has really sort of simmered down and now i’m concentrating on my LAST SATs EVER on saturday. thank dieu encore. incidentally, today i heard the most remarkable thing of my young life; this girl in my only level 1 class- creative writing (which is populated by an intensely mentally handicapped group) was telling me she needed to take her sats again because she didn’t make the score she needed for a scholarship last time. now, you would think this score might be a 1400 or 1300 or even a 1200. unfortunately, you would be sadly mistaken, because the score she needed was a 900. and…she missed it by 20 points.
things like that make me sad. also what makes me sad: airlines have been needing millions more in fuel because people are becoming more and more obese. that’s the most disgusting thing i’ve ever heard. although i myself am also becoming slightly obese due to aforementioned soybeans. still. this gives me even less hope for our great country. retarded leadership, retarded citizens, and…fat.
i very much want to see alfie ce weekend. juuuuuuude.
i am also excited for: senior week. except there’s just so much drama. i love it, but i hate it because it’s stupid and a huge waste of time and emotion. what a perfect parallel to the o.c. also analogous: involves lots of drinking and sex. wow. great. i told chels i didn’t need a house because i’m just going to be spending my nights in many, many different beds. except she glared at me so i don’t think she got any of that sarcasm.
speaking of which, finally: as a follow-up to my last written entry, i haven’t found anyone that i want to spend the rest of my life with from whole vast expanse of my high school. however, this is okay because i’ve become content with just staring deeply into random boys’ eyes to unsettle them and very dramatically flirting with little juniors/sophomores to scare them and/or laugh when they wink at me and run their hands through their buzz cuts and ask me to senior prom. bahahaha. i amuse myself terribly.
ok, self. it’s time for travaille-ing.
to you and your kin-
xx.
p.s. and! i can’t wait for christmas!
p.p.s. greatest quote ever from pauvre yoseph today that will make no sense if you don't know him-
emily (doing a hi-q lit): he says she has none of this.
jeff: rest?
joe: no. the opposite.
jeff: movement?
joe: education.
ok, right now i am not:
-studying for this ridiculous stats quiz
-planning for this wonderful the bluest eye test (is it weird i typed the queerest eye first?)
-watching the o.c.!!!! (but i am taping it)
i decided that this year my shows will be the o.c., queer eye, and arrested development because what an amazing show though i've only seen it like 3 times. except my madre is, when it comes to television (like many other areas), not just a nazi but more of an auschwitz nazi (oho!). so it might not work. but i'm trying.
for halloween, (well, just lexi's party) i was a thug. with a bandaid sported across my gorgeous cheekbone. one might say nelly. but one would be wrong, because i don't even really like nelly.
guess what i'm eating right now!!! dark chocolate-covered soybeans from trader joe's!!! delicieux! ALSO- today i was the hugest rebel in god's creation and parked in a HANDICAPPED SPOT while at trader joes purchasing said delightful soybean delicacies. i know. wild.
on to more serious matters:
i didn’t used to hate bush at all; i just thought he was retarded. i guess i sort of assumed that kerry would win. except…now w’s going to be a goon for four more years and this amazing opportunity to not be such a douche-y country just died. it makes me sad, really. i wish i could have voted.
on the college front: my early school is in (thank dieu). i have nothing more to say. college psychoticness has really sort of simmered down and now i’m concentrating on my LAST SATs EVER on saturday. thank dieu encore. incidentally, today i heard the most remarkable thing of my young life; this girl in my only level 1 class- creative writing (which is populated by an intensely mentally handicapped group) was telling me she needed to take her sats again because she didn’t make the score she needed for a scholarship last time. now, you would think this score might be a 1400 or 1300 or even a 1200. unfortunately, you would be sadly mistaken, because the score she needed was a 900. and…she missed it by 20 points.
things like that make me sad. also what makes me sad: airlines have been needing millions more in fuel because people are becoming more and more obese. that’s the most disgusting thing i’ve ever heard. although i myself am also becoming slightly obese due to aforementioned soybeans. still. this gives me even less hope for our great country. retarded leadership, retarded citizens, and…fat.
i very much want to see alfie ce weekend. juuuuuuude.
i am also excited for: senior week. except there’s just so much drama. i love it, but i hate it because it’s stupid and a huge waste of time and emotion. what a perfect parallel to the o.c. also analogous: involves lots of drinking and sex. wow. great. i told chels i didn’t need a house because i’m just going to be spending my nights in many, many different beds. except she glared at me so i don’t think she got any of that sarcasm.
speaking of which, finally: as a follow-up to my last written entry, i haven’t found anyone that i want to spend the rest of my life with from whole vast expanse of my high school. however, this is okay because i’ve become content with just staring deeply into random boys’ eyes to unsettle them and very dramatically flirting with little juniors/sophomores to scare them and/or laugh when they wink at me and run their hands through their buzz cuts and ask me to senior prom. bahahaha. i amuse myself terribly.
ok, self. it’s time for travaille-ing.
to you and your kin-
xx.
p.s. and! i can’t wait for christmas!
p.p.s. greatest quote ever from pauvre yoseph today that will make no sense if you don't know him-
emily (doing a hi-q lit): he says she has none of this.
jeff: rest?
joe: no. the opposite.
jeff: movement?
joe: education.