grr, my guestbook hates me... *grumbles*, but in response to the great khazmojimbo... it's an egg. sorry, I would've answered your question yesterday, but I was out of the house in the brief period in which you harassed all of us for not knowing...

but anyway... who the hell are you? I would assume that you're not any of the people you mentioned (unless you're just being triksy, which is possible), and there isn't really any true sign that I even know you, as all of the people you mentioned were ones that had signed my guestbook recently.

So, anyway... yeah.

DUDE, last night was so awesome... we sat around and watched QAF (I still say it's just porn for people who are too... something... to actually call it "porn." 'but it has a plot' my ass) and drank diet coke, and then we went sledding and threw snow at each other, and I think I succeeded at ending up being the wettest one out there... and it was cold.

margs, I don't know if you read this, but your little brother is vicious. in the fun sort of way.

tell him if I ever see him again he's gonna have to watch out...

so, everyone else went to no shame, but since I had my midnight curfew to worry about, I didn't go... sounds like it was fun, but that's okay. it was only like 10:30 (10:45? somewhere around there) when they all decided to leave, so I just drove around randomly for an hour...

yeah. I know. I'm weird. Driving around downtown Iowa City at 11:30 at night, alone, with wet clothes and the window rolled down, in 20-something degree weather.

But it was fun.

So screw you.

I don't know... there's just something about driving around on your own that's just so... peaceful. I mean, if you ignore the college kids DUI all around you, it's really kind of cool. there's not a lot of traffic, there's no conversation to uphold, there's no specific destination to get to by any certain time... it's just you and your car and your thoughts.

I kind of needed that.

But anyway... I came home at like 11:30 and my mom called me a dork for going sledding (hey, I'm only 17, what's wrong with that? dude... I was soooo hyper... running all over the place.... hehehe), but I ignored her and called her a bigger dork for falling asleep on the couch while waiting for me to get home, even though it was only 11:30 and she's usually up later than that... but that's okay.

So then I read the picture of dorian gray for like an hour, which started out boring, but got interesting very quickly...

intriguing characters. so hard to tell what they're thinking... gah!

I was going to criticize someone recently for being all obsessive about sexuality, and getting all excited when they found out another famous person was gay...

then I realized that would've been a stupid thing of me to do. too hypocritical.

I mean... I do it too. not really with sexual orientation as much, because I guess I don't see that as such a HUGE part of who I am... sure, I'm bi. But for whatever reason, I just don't feel the urge to make such a big deal out of it.

But, remember me as a 13-year-old, with my database of over 500 "famous" left-handed people... remember me as a 16-year-old, writing a 5-page essay on the discrimination of left-handed people. Eventually you will remember me as a 17-year-old, constantly pointing people out at the store when she sees them writing a check with their left hand, or someone on TV signing autographs the same way...

it's a different issue, but... I'm a different person.

(whether that's "different" as in, "just different," or "different" as in "kind of strange," I'm still not quite sure. but that's okay.)

anyway...

ack, anime superheroes! *hides*

WHY is my brother watching this???

Robin's eyes aren't supposed to be that big.

grr.

I'm just kind of rambling for the fun of it, because losers like KATE have been whining about how I never write anything interesting anymore...

and while it's true that this isn't particularly interesting, I just like to spite her by writing all of this, because I know that she'll read it anyway, even if it's all crap.

because she likes to "keep tabs" on people's lives, apparently.

stalker.

I'm hungry.

j'ai faim.

ooh, I can still speak french.

I think madame guedon will be disappointed when she discovers that I'm not planning to take it up again next year.

but... eh.

you forget a lot in a year, I'm afraid.

plus, it scares me.

DUDE. there was this article in the paper a while ago about how west high doesn't have latin, and all of that, and they quoted guedon saying that she'd never heard of a student interest of latin in this school...

dude, I would SO take latin if they offered it.

but I would never say that to her, for fear that she would end up being the one teaching it.

maybe they should quote the good teachers in their articles next time...

oh, speaking of teachers and articles, there was also one about ratemyteachers.com recently, talking about how unreliable it was because it was anonymous, and saying how it wasn’t really effective because although you could say whether you liked the teacher or not, it doesn’t make you give any criteria on why you felt that way... so basically it was stating that the site was useless.

I find it ironic that just days after that article came out there were fliers in the school stating “you have a right to speak out,” advertising the site.

some kids just have too much free time.

like me... except I spend my free time watching dumb movies and writing in this, rather than making fliers that declare that going to some dumb website (I checked it out and was rather bored by it, actually) is a good practice of using our rights given to us in the first amendment.

and, speaking of dumb movies... a CHRISTMAS STORY! My god, how many of you have NOT seen that? It’s classic! We need to have a get together with a whole bunch of people, because half of my friends haven’t seen it (probably more than half, the pathetic folks that they are), and the other (less than) half loved it and want to see it again.

So... have you seen it? Or not? Go to this site... the sound clips are bound to amuse the people who have seen it, and frighten the people who haven’t.... yay!

I have a bag of fritos in my car. they aren’t mine. I guess they will just stay in my car until I end up giving some hungry person a ride somewhere.

I think I might be catching a cold... what, with the driving around in wet clothes with the window down at 11 pm last night...

the heater’s too hot though! I swear...

eh, whatever.

I think I’m going to go eat some chocolate doughnuts or something. I should probably shower, too...

*shrug*

eh, I don’t have to be anywhere till 3, anyway...

laters.

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