So, as I lie there in the fetal position in my bed, attempting to make the pain lessen, I can just see what’s going on on the cellular level...

As every cell that could possibly be involved in my digestive system screams for help, the Junk Food God of the Underworld laughs evilly and says “not even your Pepto Bismol can save you now! Mwahahahahahaha...”

And right at that moment it feels as if the molecular volcano of stomach acid and partially digested food particles feels like it’s going to erupt, and I curl up into an even tighter ball and wish I was dead, and I pray to god (it doesn’t really matter which once, as long as it’s not evil and food-oriented) that the group presenting the Knight’s Tale takes up the whole period, and think “damn you, rice krispie bars, damn you to the junk food underworld!” and my dad decides to call, but I let the answering machine get it, because I’m too busy contemplating the meaning of life and attempting to hold my food down to hold a conversation with him at the moment.

Basically, he’s just calling to make sure I’m alive. I am, even though I may be currently possessed by some sort of weird made up food god.... and so far, I’ve been able to keep yesterday’s snack food in my stomach, which is a good thing.

So... not eating chocolate today. Or sugar. But chocolate is the more tempting of the two at the moment, considering we have rice krispie bars sitting upstairs with my name on them... the rice krispie bars that I made for the family reunion... the ones that have a thick layer of mixed chocolate and butterscotch on top... mmm, so good... *drools*... but they’re only going to make my stomach ache worse... I have to keep telling myself that... must... not... eat... chocolaty goodness...

So, my digestive cells scream for forgiveness, and my taste buds scream for more... I think my taste buds are the spawn of Satan. Or possibly just the spawn of the Junk Food God of the Underworld. Either way, I think they’re out to get me.

I get a little bored when I’m alone, can you tell? I can only imagine what would happen to me if I ever got caught and put into solitary confinement...

Wait, did I say caught? I didn’t do it, officer, I swear... It was a slip, I didn’t mean it...

So, if anyone knows what I’m supposed to be reading for gov. today, or if there’s any chemistry “homework,” or if you’re in my precalc class, would you be so kind as to email me the assignment? Or you could be so kind as to ignore that question. I can’t believe I’m asking for more homework...

Oh, wait, never mind, there’s a reason for it... there’s an election tomorrow, and my dad works at the Johnson County Auditors Office (see, now I can say that because there aren’t all sorts of people reading this who are out to kill me... now there are only 7 people reading this who are out to kill me), so he’s going to leave at like 5am and not get home until midnight, so I’m going to be home alone all day, and I don’t want to spend it doing homework...

I was going to dig through my closet and find my rubix cube today, but I spent like 2 seconds pulling the box out of my closet, realizing how crazy I was for wanting to dig through all of that crap, and putting the box back... so that plan didn’t turn out so well.

Oh! I guess I could talk about my weekend now...

Friday was a fun day, even though it was incredibly long... I drove home 2nd period to get Simon (the silver trumpet) because we went outside first period and it wasn’t that cold and I decided the weather wasn’t bad enough to hurt him... that was fun, I got to drive for like 40 minutes and play loud music and it was all good fun...

So, yeah, after school I couldn’t go home because of the UI homecoming parade, so I stayed at school and ate pizza and posed for pictures with spandex-clad Aurora... and made a bunch of people listen to “monkeys,” which was absolutely hilarious... I had to write the words down for people because it’s impossible to understand what he’s saying without them...

“monkeys, watch out for them monkeys

those crazy big guys drinking in the bar downtown

monkeys, watch out for them monkeys

they’ll knock you right up off your feet onto the ground

they’ll take pleasure being hormonally insane

they’ll find solace knocking you right upside the brain”

Yay!

So, yeah, Dubya/Alison/The Beast (I sense a future conflict with this nickname, since a couple people from band camp have taken to calling me “the sexy trumpeter beast” and are likely to get confused) had a camera and took lots of fun pictures and made me wish (again) that I was in photography class...

Then we had the parade, where we only had to play the set through 7 times, instead of 20-something like the other year...

So, we got back, and Kate and I wanted to go to the City/West game, and Margs was far away and I wanted to go on an adventure and drive there on my own, so we had fun stealing one of the map pages out of the payphone phone book... god, I can’t believe we freak out over something as stupid as that... we were like “ahh, hide it!” and “I think Mr. Medd sees us!” and all of that... but it was good fun...

so we went to the game, which blew, and Big Dietz disappeared, which was sad, and Mr. Wunn appeared, which I was kind of indifferent about... we left before the game actually ended because we were losing horribly and it seemed kind of pointless... plus, their marching band is a lot better than ours, and I wasn’t sure whether to be depressed at the fact that we don’t care, or laugh at the fact that they do, and... yeah. So Margs, Kate and I met Aurora and Dairy Queen, and we ate cold ice cream when it was cold outside, and then we drove around and looked at stars and Kate told her stupid dog joke 20 times, and laughed every time... and then when we all had to pee (okay, this is the point where I tell half of you that you don’t have to read this, and tell the other half of you to stop laughing at me), we debated on whether or not just to go in a cornfield or to go to Mark Fleckenstein’s house to use his bathroom, and Kate freaked out about going outside (*rolls eyes*), so we decided to go to Mark’s house, except his parents weren’t going out of town until the next day, so we just went back to Kate’s house and went there... we dropped Roro off at Diary Queen before that, though.... and at one point we were in xxxx’s back yard (I’m not sure if I’m supposed to talk about him in here...?), and Kate was being all serious and trying to figure out who the hell was using the computer, and Margs and I were just crouching behind the porch, in the dark, laughing our heads of and trying to be quiet...

then we drove back to the school to get our cars... and then I drove home.

That was fun, though. I beat my midnight curfew by about 10 minutes...

Saturday, I had a trumpet lesson at 11:30, and mom left for California, and I semi-watched the Iowa football game with my dad and my brother, and our brit lit group never actually got together, but Nick showed up for like 10 minutes and we talked about stuff, and then Allison called and I changed my mind on a lot of stuff, so then I called Nick and got his email address, and emailed them both this 3-page email about what I thought we should do.

Dude, I can be so controlling when my grade’s involved and... yeah. I’m either really apathetic (in a group of smart people) or really picky (in a group of incompetent people).

(In a group of smart, incompetent people, tend to just sit back and laugh, because we screw around and still manage to get everything done... example: chemistry)

So, yeah, then Kate, Margs, Lila and I were going to go to Nightstorm, even though it was going to be stupid and similar to junior high dances, but then we couldn’t find it, and Kate and Lila (even though Kate was the one that wanted to go in the first place, and the one that bitched about not going later) wimped of it, and we decided to go to Mark’s instead (because his parents WERE out of town this time). For some reason that was amazingly amusing... the whole thing... waaay undercooked brownies, Mark telling us to use prunes instead of vegetable oil, Margs and Mark going to rent movies and buy vegetable oil while Kate, Lila and I explored the house and sat around on the couch, Lila spazzing out and cleaning the entire kitchen and begging Mark to let her unload the dishwasher, Margs playing around on the piano, looking at Mark’s ipod, and all of that fun stuff...

I can’t believe I spent 3 hours in Mark Fleckenstein’s house when his parents weren’t home, while my dad thought I was at some stupid dance, and all we did was make brownies and go through Sigmund’s wallet...

*cough*... did I just say that? Oh well, not like he reads this...

But yeah, that was fun too...

Sunday we had the family reunion, which was a lot more fun than they usually are, probably because we stained the front of the cabin and for some reason I find painting to be entertaining... I also got to paint “MARY WAS HERE!” on the underside of the porch roof, because we didn’t get around to staining the whole thing... and I got stain on my clothes, and went on hikes with cousins and second cousins and all of these other distant relatives, and I took a nap in the hammock, and we made a huge fire in the fire pit, and we worked on our fort on the pine hill, and... yeah.

Ooh, Dad said next summer I could take friends out to the woods (w/o adult supervision? wow... my parents are becoming more lax with these things), and if the group was all girls we could spend the night and tell stories around the camp fire and all of that fun stuff...

That’d be fun... now I just have to find people who would want to go.

I have too many wimpy friends...

Hmm...

Heh, my Mad Caddies play list on my computer is up to 32 songs... yay.

I’m debating how I’m going to buy “quality soft core” (one of their other CDs) without my parents noticing/caring... because they occasionally (i.e., when I drive and they’re with me) like to go through my CD case and randomly choose CDs to listen to/whine about...

So, magazine sales at Northwest... I love how they convince kids to sell out their neighbors’/family’s names for cheap prizes... but my brother won one of those fiber optic lights that’s supposed to change colors slowly and be all calming and all of that... and I was going to steal it from him, only it blinks different colors really fast and gives you seizures instead, so I decided he could keep it.

Daisy’s biting my finger... it kind of makes it hard to type.

Oh, I saw the CUTEST dog yesterday...

(oh god, did I just say “cute” and mean it in a good way? *shoots self*)

I want one... it’s so... fuzzy, and cute and little... and well mannered and loyal and...

besides the fact that my cats would kill me in my sleep if we ever got a dog.

Haha, there were 3 yippy dogs at the family reunion, and they all hated each other... Ringo, Bendi, and Sebastian... Bendi was the spaz (of course), Ringo was the cute one, and Sebastian was the one that looked like he could rip the other two to pieces but just cowered behind his owner instead...

dog personalities amuse me almost as much as people personalities do... yay!

I think I’m going to buy my brother hermit crabs for his birthday. He would like them, and they’re selling them at the mall... and they’re not too expensive, which is good, because I’m cheap.

I’ve decided I’m going to quit my job in January. My dad knows. It makes sense to work like 25 hours a week for 2 weeks (winter break), and then quit when you go back to working 6 hours a week...

So, yeah. That’s that.

My dad’s cooler about it that my mom. My mom was just like “we don’t have to worry about stuff like that right now.” When I asked her why not, and when we would have to think about it, she didn’t answer me, which is probably just as well, because my dad is way cooler than my mom with telling me not to do more than I can handle... my mom says it, but in reality she’s thinking “ooh, more money!” so... yeah.

Umm, this is 4 and a half pages long, and I think I’m going to go do some sort of productive work-type thing. Maybe read ahead for gov, or do some precalc (the stuff that I didn’t do for today? oh yeah...) or practice my trumpet, or guzzle more pepto bismol, or something... so, yeah. laters.

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