Pepsi-High Rantings

They'll Box You Up and Ship You Out and Call It "Urinetown".

2007-09-12T23:28:53Z

Good days so far. It's been quite nice. I completely aced my bio essay and got an okay B on the multiple choice, so I'm happy. Plus we got extra credit on our practice multiple choice for the AP test, which is awesome.

So Urinetown is our musical, which is awesome, especially as it is not Grease. Plus I just got the cd and it is bloody awesome. Uber excited.

Shelby's being annoying, but I really think it's just stupid for us to try and ignore each other, seeing as we have the same group of friends and both do theater after school, so I'm still randomly commenting to her if the opportunity arises. I still get freezed up completely whenever I do so, but whatevs. I really don't care if she wants to be all looking down on me and uppity, because really, she's acting as if she's better than me for some reason and I think it's a load of crap, so I'm just doing as I want when it come sto her. Plus, Karen says that all the group of Anna's friends that she's hanging around with now are getting sick of her. Eh.

Auditions for Two Gentlmen of Verona next Tues. and Wed., and I'm uber uber excited. Fortunately, Tamel has requested no Shakespeare monologues, which is quite nice, and means that I can just learn one of the ones I've got stored somewhere in my computer. Sweet.

HOOPLAH!

2007-07-20T21:45:39Z

So I am actually writing on COTM again, and realizing that it is NOT crap, which is always good for me to do. Also I sent my Fir Acres pictures in to get developed, so, if I can figure out how, I'll post them up here.

Reread the 6th Harry Potter as my roommate was a complete Harry Potter obsessive, so she had about fifty billion theories for what happens in the 7th book, and I didn't know what she was talking about most of the time. So I reread it and I'd really forgotten how much I like the books. Sure, Harry's a prat, but all the other characters are great. And the writing style as well. Props to Rowling. So now I'm uber excited to get the book and plan to shut myself away from all human contact to avoid getting the ending spoiled, which won't be easy as I will be busy doing my cousin's and Allison's hair for Rocky Horror and that will take about fifty hours, MacKenzie warned me, as her hair does not curl easily, like everyone else in our family. Pooooooo.

You Totally Have to Keep Writing. You're Soooo Morbid!!!

2007-07-15T22:03:48Z

I swear, I had someone say the above quote to me. It was very nice, though.

So yeah....Fir Acres was AMAZING. I made a very wide group of friends from Massachusetts to St Louis to Portland...it was cool. And everyone smoked and did drugs and hooked up (well, save my group), and yeah....that was annoying. And we wrote A LOT and my teacher thing for classes was practically the exact replica of Ms Ghali (freshman lit teacher, got fired along w/ Cheli for those of you who don't know) and she said to me personaally that she thinks I'll go far in writing, which really means a lot.

So yeah...basically I am debating with myself as to if I am not a crappy writer, and I'll let you know when I've got it figured out.

And POWELL'S IS AMAZING. Imagine, if you will, a four/five storied book store that is NOT Borders and has practically every book under the sun in it. (Except The Man Who Laughs, by Victor Hugo, which is sad as I really wante dto read it...) But it was awesome and we went about fifty billion times. And I have a summer project which is to rewrite The Count of Monte Cristo in modern times. Yeah...I rewrote the ending for an assignment we had, and have been ordered by a great many people to do the whole book.

So yeah....call me and we'll chill or something, because I am starved for human contact...

You'll Have to Excuse Magenta- She Just Spent All Her Meth Money For the Month.'

2007-06-24T17:43:29Z

Off to Oregon on Friday....So I'll probably get there around noonish Saturday, chill at Rei's, and then go to registration on Sunday...I won't be able to post while I'm there as I have forgotten my password to this accound and it's tied to my les_mis_genius email, but I'll have email and facebook. Yay...

Going shopping today for all my stuffs....I get jeans that do not have two gaping holes at the knees. Yay. And hopefully I'll have more than one pair of jeans, too. That'd be nice. And I'll get flipflops and hopefully other stuffs.

Poooo. PooPooPooPoo.

'Wait...Kyle? Do I Want to Hear What You Just Said?'

2007-06-15T23:22:47Z

Woken up at the crack of dawn (10:30) because apparently I had agreed to go to the park with Fremont theater people. Wtf?

But we had a good time. It wasn't too many people, just my friend group from Footloose, so it was nice to see them again. We raided Safeway, had a picnic, scared about fifty billion small children, and played frisbee. Yay.

Am uber tired now and in need of lots of water and a few more hours of Arrested Development watching. Booooooo.

Syrup-y Pancakes

2007-04-22T17:15:59Z

Ate pancakes this morning with too much syrup, so it tasted disgusting.
Have been reading way to many things involving romance. It is becoming very detrimental to my health. Also, why do so many musicals involve love? Everyone ends up happy at the end, or they end up suicidal/extrememly depressed at the end because the person they loved dies, and somehow thery're all able to get past the whole TELLING A GUY YOU LIKE HIM WHEN YOU'LL ACTUALLY SEE HIM LATER IN LIFE, OR IF YOU WON'T AT LEAST GET HIS PHONE NUMBER, or the WHY THE HELL IS A GUY WHO IS ABSOLUTELY PERFECT A FRICKIN SENIOR AND THEREFORE NEVER GOING TO EVEN LOOK AT YOU.

Yes, I realize that the above paragraph made absoluetly no sense, but give me some slack- still nowhere close to done with the Julio Caesar thing, I still do not understand chem, and I just want a few more days where I don't have anything hanging over my head. Is that so much to as for, Gods of School Breaks?

craaaazywriter @ 2007-04-21T14:18:00

2007-04-21T21:23:51Z

Am being alternatively pissed and ecstatic lately. Right now am pissed.

It was my grandpa's 76th birthday on Tuesday, so tomorrow everyone's coming over here to celebrate. Which means: 1, my mom will go into freak out mode about getting every single thing to look perfect so her mom doesn't criticize her, despite the fact that that is not of of my grandmother's faults, 2: Said freak out will only happen three hours before everyone arrives meaning a- she will not have time to clean everything up as she will be too busy locking herself in her room and b- we will have to clean up everything she should have, and 3: I have to write a 8-12 minute mondernization of Julius Caesar this weekend and I only have one scene written and no one else in my group will help me because they don't know any major politician nowadays save Bush.

And everyone else in my family ate all the cake I baked before I left for Fest and we have no more cake mix and no more pepsi and I really want cake and pepsi.

Edit:
And there is also the matter of the chem homework I don't understand because I misse dthe lecture on Friday and the fact that ALL THIS STUPID FRICKIN HOMERK IS DUE ON MONDAY AND I HAVEN'T HAD TIME TO DO IT BECAUSE I'VE BEEN LOCKED IN THE B BUILDING LEARNING STUPID RULES NO ONE WILL EVER KNOW IN DRIVER'S ED BEING TAUGHT BY A PERVER/SEX OFFENDER.

Kiss Me, it's Beginning to Snow.

2007-04-19T00:59:03Z

Good Points of the Week So Far:

-Sister has found her Rent CDs, so that makes me happy.
-I know what I'm doing for Fest next year.
-I watched 'The Wizard of Oz'.
-The street looks really beautiful from the window.
-I watched Snow Falling on Cedars- uber awesome movie, now must read book.

Bad Points of the Week:

-I owe Karen ten dollars and have no money.
-I am in Driver's Ed. It must die. Die good and dead.
-The teacher of Driver's Ed is a pervert. Pretty sure it is in some way illegal to imply that a sixteen year old girl (not me) will star in porn movies as soon as she turns eighteen, and do well in said business.
-It is insanely windy and cold, despite the beautiful appearance of the weather.

Boo. Now shall go write, as this bad points of week is depressing me.

Have You Been to Honolulu? Sail Away to That Fair Land...

2007-04-12T21:49:46Z

Hum....I want to write something, but I have no idea what. Oh well- usually when I get like this I get an idea for a plot and then it all works out until the first bout of writer's block. Cheers.

ITS FEST TOMORROW! So frickin excited. Theater people all shoved together on a plane on a Friday the 3th. Twill be much fun, no?
Am rooming with Shir and two girls from Fremont...one of them is in my dad's APUSH class and she is 'so excited to meet me'. Not sure if I should be happy or scared for that...

Gotta go pack....do not want to...want to stay here and drink my Coke (caffeine free, so I don't feel too bad).

BOOOOOOOOOOOOO. NEED SLEEP.

2007-04-12T01:05:29Z

Livejournal really hates me...

Anyhoo, lovely week of no sleep, five billion labs due, humongo lit project due and another one not even started, and math test today and friday. Average time going to sleep: 12 am.
Easter sucked. Parents made us spend Sunday with the German side, which was blag. For instance: Was stuck watching Cameron because his father was too busy watching football come when he got a nosebleed, was having nice conversation with my mom's cousin Holly about how Easter really snuck this year then got yelled by my lovely grandmother because 'The kids nowadays don't pay attention to important holidays. No one seems to care that this day two thousands years ago Jesus was revived.....etc etc.'
Oh yeah: Happy past Zombie-Jesus Day, aka Easter.

More later as am called for dinner.

'Kill Him!' 'Shut up....' 'KILL HIM!' 'SHUT UP!'

2007-04-03T22:05:41Z

Hours of sleep: Not enough
Cans of caffeine-free Coke: Not enough
Hours spent wishing we were doing Bat Boy: 72
Times I've listened to Bat Boy since I saw it: Not enough

So... Saw Bat Boy at Gunn on Sat., and it was AMAZING. Seriously. The guy the had as Bat Boy (Noel Carrey, whom I knew semi from PYT in my early elementry school years) is a theater god. Like Jeff and Wyatt and Devon May (Original Off-Broadway Bat Boy) all tossed into one person. He's like a ninja. A ninja who also is an amazing actor and singer. Plus, the girls they had as Meredith and Shelley were horrible singers who had probably never heard of belting, and I couldn't help think how much better I could do. But both were uber good actresses....and their Dr. Parker was hilarious at going schitzo.

Off to Footloose rehearsal in four minutes...yay.

WHY DOES GUNN GET TO DO BAT BOY? WHY ARE WE STUCK DOING FRICKIN' FOOTLOOSE?

Excursive: Given to Making Excurisons in Speech- Wandering, Digressive.

2007-03-31T02:02:17Z

Just a little word of the day for y'alls. It was a synonym for some word and I wondered what it meant, so looked it up.

IT'S FRIDAY AND I CAN SLEEP TOMORROW. And I don't have to do anything over the weekend save study study study for my chem exam on Monday.

Am uber excited cause I get to see Bat Boy on Saturday with Allison, because it was apparently so awesome she wants to see it twice. But talked to Elizabeth and she says my homie g-dawg Lee isn't in it cause the director went obsess-compuls and only cast seniors with no acting/singing skills, though Alllison says the guy who's Bat Boy is awesome.

Got ride home with Eric again today, and we had nice discussions about writing and everything. Turns out he was going to see Bat Boy with Cheyva and sister and everyone, but stayed home to write. And how frickin awesome is that? (And I am sure I have done that many a time) Ah, swoon.

Interesting day in Drama... We're doing our 'I love you' monologues, and Tamel messed up the pairs (we paired up and do them as talking to our partner) and had Wyatt go with Allen. We automatically were intreigued, as this would mean that Wyatt would be telling Allen (in the scene an uber macho straight homophobe) that he is in love with him. And It was seriously amazing. Wyatt has been elevated to level of Jeff-Theater-God, seriously. He made Tamel cry.

I'm doing my monologue probably Monday or Wednesday, and am happy, as I really like it a lot, and the guy I'm doing it with (Robert) is not normally a good actor like at all, but is really doing well right now. Am happy.

What else....

Am still uber sore from dance...got awesome joy of being used as example for the move, especially as it involves kicking uber high and it is on the leg whose muscle I pulled a month ago that just got better, and on the other hand, O THE PAIN, O THE PAIN TWO DAYS AFTER.

But Why Is the Cake Gone?

2007-03-30T03:00:27Z

Just ate about five tons of pasta in alfredo sauce, which means I'm going to be shuffling around all night with my stomach feeling like it has WWs I, II, III, AND IV going on in it. Think I might be lactose intolerant, as this happened last few times I had ice cream. This makes me sad, as I like ice cream.

Allison's going to see Bat Boy at Gunn, which is totally not fair as a, it is Bat Boy and I want to see it, but no I can't because she doesn't like me around her friends, despite the fact that some of them (like Rachel and Cheyva) I actually talk to. Meh. And b, Lee my homie from PYT/CTC goes to Gunn and is probably in it and I haven't seen him in AGES.

Have had really annoying, really bad headache for past three days and have no idea what caused it as have made sure to drink lotta water and eat food even. Have turned to cake to stave off my Pepsi addiction and have eaten all the cake. Am now reallly, realllllllllllly wanting some Pepsi and I have no cake and my stomach is trying to kill itself in it's turning-me-lactose-intolerant-ness.

AP Bio reading/quiz is due tomorrow and I've only read the first section. Cheers!

'And If You're Sweet, Then you'll Grow Rotten....'

2007-03-27T00:39:41Z

Am wonderful, sucessful writery person of awsomeness. Hurrah.

Got lovely phoney-calley from nice lady from the Oregon Lewis und Clark College Writery Summer-y Placey Thingamabob, and apparently the nice man whom I talked to earlier put my name on the list of the (these her exactish words), 'Few people he wanted first in the program.' Heehee. I am awesome writery person. Yay.

Must go finish my chem lab write up but as am awesome writer, it is obviously impossible to deign to work on such a low form of writing. Also because I really can't care less what the conclusion is for our lab.

Need sleep. Though one would think the mocha, pepsi, and five tons of chocolate that I've had today is enough caffeine to replace sleep....

The Paris Opera House: Where Your Fears Are Never More Than One, Ominous Footstep Behind You.

2007-03-26T18:24:03Z

Woke up at eleven. Nice.

My dad's away on WASC stuffs, my sister's out buying prom dresses, and my mom's at a meeting. Meaning:

ALL DAY LONG SINGALONG TO EVERY MUSICAL JESSICA OWNS WHILST PLAYING SIMS/TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT THE HELL NEEDS TO HAPPEN IN THAT ONE BIT OF COTM TO MAKE IT STAND OUT AND BE LIKE 'WOW'!

So that's how I'm spending my day....Cheers.

'Kate. It's uh...Short For...Bob..."

2007-03-25T20:22:19Z

Watched wayyyyyy too many movies yesterday. Not healthy.

Am now looking forward to day of doing absolutely nothing and recreating my Sims neighbour hood...sister accidentally killed it off. And I had three generations. And it was cool. Am now sad. Shall go drink Pepsi.

Soooooo tired. Need sleep. (Note to self: Staying up until long past midnight watching British Romantic Comedies = not healthy)

Of Doughnuts and Trailers

2007-03-24T16:54:02Z

Muchos thanks to Amy fo rthe Stardust trailer, not only because it looks like a kewl movie, but because the link also led me to the link for the POTC 3 trailer. I shall now proceed to run off into the sunset with my Johnny poster singing 'Yo Ho, Yo Ho, A Pirate's Life for Me'.

Want to go to Disneyland...Have been wanting to for several weeks. All started when Starbuck's was playing jazz when I went into get a mocha, and as I associate jazz music with New Orleans Square in Disneyland, I felt the sudden urge to go there. Then Someone had a Indiana Jones shirt, and it went downhill from there.

Had doughnuts for breakfast, so am happy.

Other than that, normal*.
(Normal for definition here refers to slightly less odd than the usual day in Jessica's life)

'So She Got Her Internal Organs Stolen By a Model?'

2007-03-22T21:55:27Z

CAHSEE over, finally. Most mindnumbing experiance ever. But, wait, what ho? What is that in the last week of April, aka MY FRICKIN BIRTHDAY WEEK? Oh! It's star testing! MORE mindnumbing stupid tests!

Stayed up till ten and probably past doing Gas Law equations for Chem because they were do today...discovered upon going ove rthem in class that I did them all entirely wrong. (They're 6 step problems, and I switched steps 2 and 3. For every frickin single one.)

I'm going to stop having Pepsi every day when I come home, as that is probably what makes me unable to sleep until about three in the morning, aka what is making me a dead zombie (only not so animated) during the day. So hopefully I won't go through too much withdrawl...but if there are any bloody corpses outside my house, this will be the cause of it. Either that or the stupidity of my Lit and History classes.

Moo.

Need sleep.

Or a direct injection of caffeine into my brain.

HEY! DO YOU KNOW WHAT 6 - 7 IS?

2007-03-21T22:26:04Z

Livejournal decided to wait until all my friends needed me to be reading their livejournals to crash on my computer. Yay?

Joined Facebook...and it now takes me 40 minutes to do my ususal route of all things computery (i.e, check email, roam neopets for a bit, check livejournal.)

Actually am beginning to think that I am NOT a crappy writer. This in almost direct opposition to my previous belief.

CAHSEE is the most boring thing on the face of the planet it is insulting, really, the questions they put on there.

Our Town closed and I now know why I don't like cast parties: everyone breaks off into juniors, seniors, and underclassmen and does stuff and some people go off and make out and some people just hang around wanting to talk to that one guy but not because you can't very well just do that because you over think everything.

And...

I will personally track down all those stupid prepuberty freshmen in the chorus of Footloose and shoot them in the back field, like I did to my shoes from P&P.

'Psychological Problems....Yay....'

2007-03-17T20:53:03Z

Lovely days as of late. Make me happy. Love spring with all my heart.

Merry St. Patrick's Day, y'alls, and if you were here and not wearing green you would be being hit with a rubber chicken named Freddy Kreuger.

Last show tonight, so I'm sad. We signed senior cards for all the ITS officers who are seniors, which makes us all sad because once Wyatt and Jeff and Jessica are gone, the theater's going to go kablooie.

But on the whole, things are going good. It's sunny outside, and things are still unchanged as per writer's block and guy issues, but I'm not letting that get me down. Am being strong independant woman. Hoorah!

'That's For Me to Know and You to...Uh...Never. Know.'

2007-03-14T20:59:18Z

Half day. Always good.

Belly dancing in pe is freakin awesome. Love the jingly scarvy-ness-ocity. And can do most of the moves. Whoot.
Math was boring as usual....
Drama me and Shelby did our MacScottishPlay thing and it wasn't too horrible, so that's good....
And we got our new project, which is we all get monologues handed out that are really ambiguous and we all figure out what it is too (separately) and perform them. Mine is freaking awesome. My husband died and I was wasting away, and my daughter was isolating herself, then I saw his ghost and am all at peace with the issue, but my daughter keeps telling me that I'm crazy and it's just the grief talking. Interesting.

Rehearsal in a few hours...at Fremont....and if my sister forgets she has to drive me, I will stalk her down and kill her. After, of course, she has driven me to rehearsal. And after I have borrowed as much money from her as possible. Heh....this is my brain on the amount of sleep I have gotten, i.e., no where near enough.

DAMN DAY LIGHT SAVINGS! AND THEOREMS! AND SANDALS THAT BREAK AND LEAVE YOUR FEET STILL IN EXTREME PAIN THE DAY AFTER!

*ahem* That was my little eternal damnation list. I'm not crazy. Really. Am not. *cough* *looks away shiftily* *awkward silence*

Dead Feet Woes.

2007-03-14T00:46:52Z

Watched the Departed yesterday and it is FREAKING AWESOME! Though I now have the impending fear that anytim I open a doore, someone will be waiting inside and shoot my head off the second I walk in. And then my blood will splatter against the wall next to someone in my exact, if reversed circumstances that has been the other main character of the movie and I will fall on the ground in a fallen angel pose. At least, that's what happens to that one character in it.

Though I promise I will never succumb to that level of fangirlism, I must admit that Leonardo di Carprio is a dang good actor. It is, apparently, not easy to be a police informant working with a guy who shoots people for little to no reason/when he's bored and who knows there is a police informant in his close unit.

Today:
Flipflops broke during Lit, so had the lovely experiance of walking to the theater with my shoe barely hanging on my foot and making my feet die. (Sidenote: We're starting Julio Caesar in Lit, and am sooooooo hyper. Asked to get book early, got it, and read all of act 1 before rehearsal. Gots skills.) Anyhooo, then was Footloose rehearsal (I am now in the oldy-person chorus. We sing in a church choir, and basically sing backup to all the important peeps.) Actually, the two songs we did were pretty kewlie. Have awesome semi-solo as am only second soprano who can be heard, so get to have a note in a chord all to myself. No one can hear it as the sopronos are uber loud, but it's awesomely belty high and I heart it.

Only predeyment: All the guys can't sing for their life and appear to have had absolutely no vocal training at anytime in their lives and are completely tone dear, and there are about six really annoying freshmen who are really quiet (though whilst singing only) and seem not to care at all about anything, but crack up laughing every two seconds for apparently no cause. And have no theater etiquette at all. And are upity and hoity-toity, Rei.

Mr. Howard seems pretty kewl, and has awesome piano play-ey skills and makes a lot of jokes (often about said annoying freshemen). So is okay. I will live with it or die trying.

Um...

Off to dance in twenty-ish minutes and I still have to get ready, eat food, and do my math homerk. Ah, my average day.

'Do They Have a Curb Pick-Up Service For Unwanted Elderly Parents?'

2007-03-11T22:14:25Z

Brunch at Sarny's was fun, even though the only people there were my family, my aunt Sarny and uncle Eddy and aunt Peggy and my grandad and cousins Billy and Katey. Played wayyy too much contract rummy. Drank wayyyy too much sparkling apple cider. Ate wayyy too many cupcakes. Am now addicted to all three.

Had very nice catch up talk with Eric backstage yesterday, which was good because, as I mentioned, we hadn't talked in a while, what with the mess of tech week and before that Pride and Prejudice. Nostagia-ed (if that's even a verb) about P&P and Winter One Acts last year (he was in Wyat's one with Fetter and Nicole and Lizzie and Marielle and Ori).

Did math homerk outside in the sun, with the happy child squealing noises from my neighbours pool as accompaniement. Was very, very hot. Damned all people with pools and no math homerk. Am writing messedup-ly because, as y'alls know, often write in style of whatever book am reading. Book is now sequel to Bridgit Jones's Diary, and am writing like Helen Fielding. Not good.

Feel much better, despite breakdown Friday night. Maybe system is cleansed because talked about my problems and therefore recognized them and therefore can now solve them. Eh. Or maybe it's the side effect of going to Baskin Robins at 10pm with my sister and buying huge mango slushie/smoothie/whatever the heck a 'Mango Bold Blast' is.

Neighbour Clarisse is having baby shower for her first great-grandchild. Has lovely pastel baloons outside. One just popped. It was actually quite amusing, though I feel bad for saying so, as I have met mother of great-grandchild and she is lovely person.

Read through entry and discovered that there are not many pronouns. Eh. Who needs them. Will go drink more Pepsi.

Pelt Me With Rice and Catch My Bouquet, I'm Gonna Marry the Very Next Man Who Asks Me.

2007-03-11T02:00:10Z

Skipped on an emo post this morning because felt more like avoiding the issues of my life and because felt too much still on the breakdown fault line. But now I'm off to call in an hour ish for second perfromance, have just taken a shower, have put on pretty new 'Simply Be Well' body mist from my dear auntie Peggy and eaten about fiev tons of popcorn whilst watching The king and I with my sister, so feel betterish.

Details on Jessica's BreakDown:

I had been feeling moderately good and was even thinking of actually going to Denny's with everyone and not being an anti-social freak like I'm normaly content to be. Then was waiting off stage w/ Karen to do our second giggling bit before the soda shop scene, and, as usual, had come early to talk with Eric, Steven and Young. Then Eric went onstage to do his scene with Marielle, and I couldn't stop watching her do exactly the opposite of everything I had done, of everything I had loved doing, and I couldn't stop thinking about how over the summer, I was so happy to be on stage and do all those scenes, and then when I wasn't onstage Aiden was there, and with him the world seemed safe and happy, and compared to what was going on at home at the time (i.e my Mom being an alcoholic and depressed and sepdning everyday in her room away from us and Lori dying) I was so happy.

So I just casually walked to the couch, away from everyone, and calmed down. I went back in time to smile as Eric did his last line in the scene and see him come off. And walk away. Not even looking at me. Not even in a 'just friends' way, which is apparently the only way he thinks of me as. But I talked with Karen and Steven (very supportive for a guy friend and ex-crush), and got better.

But when we started lining up to do the chairs, I couldn't do anything anymore. I walked back to the couch, but everyone was there and I didn't want to have to see anyone. So I just stood with my back to everyone, and eventually noticed that Eric was on stage left working on lines not ten feet away from me. Of course I was still being all face down, try to keep the shoulder shudders to a minimal, don't look at anyone and flinching everytime someone said something, and he didn't come over. Which made me want to cry more.

Eventually Krystal and Karen came over and started to talk to me and Krystal's like: 'You've been crying.' Which, of course, made everything worse. So I found Shawn and got a good hug. He is very good for a shoulder to cry on. I tried to explain the whole situation to him during the wedding, but it just made me start up again on the crying, and I had a quick change coming up.

Love to all of you.

Announcement To All my Livejournal Peeps

2007-03-10T19:02:03Z

Wow. We're all having breakdowns now, aren't we?
Hokay. This is an announcement to all y'alls.

It has come to my attention that many of our lives are simutaneously breaking down at the same time. This will not be allowed for. We are strong, independant people. We think for ourselves. We do not need stupid guys/stupid girls/school/stupid people in general/days with no sleep/just having a crappy day/exams/absence of chocolate in house/absence of things to make your life good to bring us down.

As of reading this, we will all start listening to music loudly/dancing around for no reason/eating comfort food/doing whatever the hell we want/generally frightening all of our neighbours. And we will stop thinking about the crappy things in our lives because we are strong and independant and nothing can hold us back. We ar ethe Millenium Genaration. That makes us cool.

(If the above do not work, I suggest we take on 'Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head' as our themesong for life. It was just on my dad's radio and it sends a lovely message of not letting the blues get you down and being strong and holding your head high through raindrops.)