Where Is Everybody?

Okay, now that it's about 4 and I am bored, it's about time people started getting online. Come on, you know you missed me!! No? Fine, I'll just go kill myself. 2 days until dreaded concert.4 days until Christmas Break.9 days until Christmas.

Haha

I'm the O:-)Which smiley are you?Well hey, good news, I'm feeling better already. Right now is Wind Ensemble hour; I'll take a shot in the dark here and say that they are doing just fine w/o me. Let's see, it's about 1:50...bet you're all still doing warm-ups : (. But yeah, I just took a shower, and I didn't even come close to falling down once! I need some food though. Oh oh! I want waffles. Be back. 3:00 now, Wind Ensemble's over, Sax Ensemble is going. We haven't had perfect attendance yet, and today is no exception. I'm feeling better all the time though, and it's safe to say I'll almost definitely be at school tomorrow. People should be getting online around now, right? Come on, I'm bored! Well I'm gonna quit writing, I'm sure you're all pretty annoyed with all my stupid quizzes and entries already. Later!

I'm so bored

I am the Charmer Charm is seduction without sex. Charmers are consummate manipulators, masking their cleverness by creating a mood of pleasure and comfort. Their method is simple; they deflect attention from themselves and focus it on their target. They understand your spirit, feel your pain, adapt to your moods. In the presence of a Charmer you feel better about yourself. Learn to cast the Charmer's spell by aiming at people's primary weaknesses: vanity and self-esteem. Symbol: The Mirror. Your spirit holds a mirror up to others. When they see you they see themselves: their values, their tastes, even their flaws. Their lifelong love affair with their own image is comfortable and hypnotic; so feed it. No one ever sees what is behind the mirror. What Type of Seducer are You? created by

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Sick : (

Yup, I'm still home. Let's see, right now it is 2nd hour, Jazz Band. I would much rather be there and healthier than here and sick. I am missing a ton of quizzes/tests and stuff today that I'll have to make up, not fun. But on the bright side I've only got 4 days of school left until break and I can watch The Price is Right in a couple of hours. My mom just came in here and kicked me offline-I'm pretty sure she was reading my convos that I was too lazy to close out of, but she closed them, which made me mad, but I'm really too weak to yell at her or anything. Dammit! Well, her coming in here woke me up anyway, around 9:15, so here I am again. Well, I can't really see straight, so I'm going to go lay down.DAMMIT!!! It's 12:20, and I slept through The Price is Right!! That makes this whole being sick completely and totally crappy!! I am sooo pissed!!!! Now it's lunchtime for me. Sorry to Sara, who is either sitting with freshmen right now or took my idea when she was gone and is sitting with Juli and them. Lunch is only 5 more minutes, then back to Geometry, where there is a quiz I am missing. Jess, you'll tell me whether it was hard, right? I really dislike this. I am the only one home right now, which means I can't go sending anyone to get me medicine. The only thing I've taken is ibuprofen. Sure it helps, but it's not a sinus reliever or anything. My mother is the pill master (besides maybe Kristy)- why wouldn't she have a good variety so I wouldn't feel like dying??Well since I've already been working on this one for a while, I think I'll post and go looking for quizzes or something. Woo. Later.

Sunday

Pretty eventless. Slept until 2:00 this afternoon. That is a lot of sleep. Went over to a friend's house, burned things, listened to music, had fun. Came home, got online, talked to people, watched tv, got very angry at football for canceling Fox Primetime, then Simpsons came on, and all was well. Getting quite sick again. Suspected fever, flushed face, constant headache. At least I'm not coughing *knocks on wood*. Internet kicked me off, when I got back everyone was gone. Very sad. Made someone mad, attempted apology, don't think it worked. I'm sorry again, if you read this. Since this is so mindless, I go now. Homework time.3 days until dreaded concert.5 days until Christmas break. 10 days until Christmas.

When I Look Into Your Eyes

When I Look Into Your EyesWhen I look into your eyes…I see not fear or hateDepression or sadnessI forget who I am and who I ever wasI forget all the pain that I've had and people I've hurtAnd all that matters is this momentWhen I look into your eyes…I see not my past or presentI see my futureI see youAnd in this moment, I am happyWhen I look into your eyes…I see happinessI see lifeI see beginningI see a moment in time, when I can dream, live, and be all that I amI see not restraintI see not doubtI see only your soulWhat do you see when you look into mine?

Wow...I had a good day for once

I am still in amazement reflecting upon how good my day was. Bloomington Jazz Festival!! WOO! I didn't go to Steak N Shake in the morning, but eh. Got Burger King on the way to the school, so that was good. Hmm, I want ice cream. Be right back. Mmm, Ben and Jerry's ice cream. Okay, anyway. So I got to school and pretty soon we loaded the bus and we were off. It was a fun ride there. I think we were all a little nervous about the task at hand, and some were still quite tired. I listened to some of Nathan (Tubby)'s songs and had a good laugh. All too soon we arrived, unloaded, and were getting ready. To make a long performance short, I did pretty good on my solo, missed a few notes here and there, not dwelling on Sweet Gorgeous Brown break, and we were off to the clinic. The guy talked a little, proved Burns right, and we went to Olive Garden.This was a more than amusing ordeal. After thousands of breadsticks and fights over salad, grumbling about being thirsty, and many shouts of "Yummy", the real food came. I quickly lost my appetite the more Nathan talked about sexually abusing Japanese beetles, but it was good anyway. It was a most amusing lunch, with scarring conversations from Nathan, Chris, and even Krummy. Then we got the staff to sing Mr. Burns Happy Birthday. And there was much rejoicing *yay*. (To all those who don't know, it is not, in fact, Burns's birthday) After much wasted Chocolate Lasagna (damn all those breadsticks), we departed for another clinic. Not much to say there. A clinic is a clinic. Except, she was trying to make us all scat sing around the room, luckily it avoided the Avon kids. It was a relief for most of us, and makes for a great story later. Well, poor Megan Miller had to do it. But that's beside the point. After that, a very long concert. It was enjoyable, but my attention span just does not last that long. After countless attempted escapes by the whole band and an imposter Ben Briggs, Avon left empty-handed, and we wandered stupidly around the parking lot for a while until we found our bus. But none of that fazed us on the way home.Oh, what a fun trip that was. There was much rejoicing and way more singing than necessary (in which Burns asked why we didn't want to scat but would sing our hearts out on the bus), along with those hand games everyone played in third grade and long forgotten songs reborn (Fifty Nifty). Inside jokes were born as well, and we created a strobe light through the ceiling that was enjoyed by all. Well, enjoyed by most. This light was provided by Chris and the flashing light on the top of the bus. He opened the hatch thingy, and voila! All in all, best day I've had in months. I think for Burns's real birthday, we should buy him a manbag. Just a thought. Then Brittany came over and we watched Lilo and Stitch. That is a pretty good movie. Especially when you're in a tremendous mood. Then she insisted on walking home and I got online. Since then I have been listening to music, typing this, and working on a poem I will post here sometime tonight. This is a rare occasion for me to write poetry. Woo! Well, all good things must come to an end, and thus, I end this entry.

Yay for Not Going To Winter Ball!

Today was nothing really, except I can't believe it's Friday already (never though I'd be saying that). And I know it sounds superstitious, but something bad usually does happen to me every Friday the 13th. Today has been pretty normal though. I fear that in this last-almost hour that someone will die or something. Well, I guess you can consider starting my day with an Ebola movie bad luck, but maybe not. And I have successfully avoided Winter Ball this year. Considering nearly all my friends went, I consider this quite an acheivement. Instead I went with Chris and Theresa (meeting up with Andrew and Courtnie at the theater) to see Drumline. Jake Priscal, Zach, and Mike Priscal were there too. It was a good movie- kinda long though. It made me feel very very white. And it was incredibly predictable, but that is to be expected. Jazzfest tomorrow. Contemplating Steak N Shake in the morning. Roads icy, not going. Roads not icy, wondering if sleep is in fact more valuable. I have a feeling this is going to be one of those very last minute decisions that I will make once I wake up in the morning. Woo!Well, I've still got hours before I think about sleep, but I should shower so I don't have to in the morning. I'll be sure to remember to sing to the pitch of my shower and wash my hair and shave to the rhythm of First Suite, in honor of terrorism (Mr. Webb). Later.

Oh yeah

Oh yeah, and Harty was around today during Jazz Band, and it was cool to see him again. It's been a few months...he looks funny with his head shaved : ) lol. He's back at the army by now though, 21:00 hours...but still good to see him, who knows how long it'll be until next time? Oh lord...and the drama continues...heh, sorry. Later

God Awful Musicals

Wow, my day was amusing. After school I went and got my stupid WE dress altered and came home. Not too exciting. Well my brother got home about 20 minutes later. This does not seem exciting either. Well, I went to get on the computer. The internet didn't work, no matter what I did. I restarted the computer, unplugged the cable, turned off the computer, everything I could think of. So I was pissed that it still wasn't working. So I kicked the wall. Harmless violence. So I go downstairs for Mountain Dew, pointlessly kicking things along the way. Now let's get a seemingly pointless detail out of the way- when Susan dropped me off, I left the garage door open. And I had kindly unlocked the front door so my brother wouldn't have to use his key. So after some more kicking things I got my Dew and went back upstairs to play Solitaire for a while. Sometime later (don't know when), I heard some voices I didn't recognize downstairs. I thought it was just my dad with friends or something. All of a sudden, there is a cop up in my computer room. He's like, "Were you home before your brother?" I am, of course, very confused, and turned off the music I was listening to (Istanbul by They Might Be Giants), and was like, "Yeah..." He's like, "Did your brother tell you what's going on?" (Meanwhile he is searching the room) "Uh, no...what's the deal?" "He thought there was someone in the house."OMG. So I go downstairs with the guy to find my mom and brother outside having breakdowns. I had to hold back my laughter. That's right, my brother, despite the fact that I was IN THE COMPUTER ROOM AND HE WALKED RIGHT BY ME, called my mom because he heard crashes (me kicking things), who in turn called the cops over to my house. My brother claims that he was scared that the garage door was open and the front door unlocked, well excuse me for actually doing something nice for you, kid! We thanked the nice cops who hopefully thought my brother insane and I had a good laugh. My brother's stupidity never ceases to amaze me. After that fun time, I fixed the net, finally, went to a lesson that was cut short cause Karl had to go somewhere with his girlfriend (but he didn't make me pay, so it's all good), and then went to {dramatic music} my brother's musical.Now, you all know what these things are like. Two words: God awful. Well, there was one good part. Some members of the Busselli-Wallerab Orchestra played the background music and the in-between parts. Mrs. Wallerab is apparently the music teacher at AIS now. That is such crap. My brother couldn't believe I recognized his teacher's name. That is because he is stupid and very musically challenged. Not to mention my mom was being a spiteful bitch the whole time. The only reason I went was so she wouldn't bitch at me, but she bitched at me anyways, and only during the in-between parts, when the good music was playing. And she wants me to be nice to her?!?!With any luck, I'm seeing Drumline tomorrow. Woo! Well I've rambled on long enough, later.

What Am I?

Definitely one of the lesser known of mythical bests, you are described as having the head and legs of a cock, the body of a serpent, and the wings of a bat (although there are wingless varieties). You were the blame of hundreds of thousands of deaths in the middle ages. Your breath and even gaze was deadly. Hundreds of basilisk hunts were organized to get rid of you. The hunters would carry mirrors so that, if they encountered you, they would have you look in the mirror and destroy yourself! Weasels were also reputed to be able to kill you, as they could resist your deadly gaze. You were a potent symbol of death and in some cultures the embodiment of Death himself. In Christianity, the Basilisk was linked with Satan.What mythical beast best represents you?</center>Your magical style is Magus. What type of Magic do you work?. Take the Magical Style Quiz by Paradox What Natural Disaster are you? Take the quiz! I'm a Curious Kitten!Wasn't that fun? Well, I thought so.

*Grr* Stupid Day

As if getting up late and taking a half hour to get to school this morning weren't enough fun, my day got oh so much better throughout...NOT.Well, overall the day wasn't so bad, stayed awake during most of it, it was Wind Ensemble after school that I was dreading. THREE HOURS OF PLAYING THE INSTRUMENT THAT I HATE. I may say I hate a lot of things, but this instrument is on my top ten. Top five. Okay, it's number one. Well the first hour was easy, and boring, in fact I basically fazed the guy out and I think I was asleep with my eyes open...and playing concert F. Oh yes, but the straws were more than entertaining. The second hour was even worse. At least Ryan, Chris and I are easily amused. I have some good Webb quotes- "It's like if there are no signs on the road. If you didn't see signs, you'd just keep driving, and eventually you would go straight into the water. {very dramatically} And drown." And another- "I can see your lips moving but I can't hear your brain thinking." These must be spy techniques for terrorists, which Webb, of course, is. Apart from that we had fun counting down minutes starting at 79, making it a very amusing practice (in which a rapist surveyed the band for a few moments near the end...creepy).After that, the bandroom cleared within .5 seconds, leaving me scrambling for a ride. So I finally made it home around 5, and my dad was already there. I walk in the door and he goes, "Whenever you want to leave, we'll go." *Sigh* Fine, let's go. So off to Avon Sports Apparel to get my letter jacket ordered. This was painless, and I'll have it next week *Dance*. Then it was off to Kohl's *snicker* in hopes of finding a Wind Ensemble/formal "gown". Well this plan failed miserably, of course, so my brother cried and whined like the little shit that he is until we left (complete with dress slacks and shirt for his stupid concert that I am sure I have to go to). So we ran home to eat before leaving again for JCPenny to find a dress. Failed again. LSAyres. Woohoo! So now I have a long, velvet, undoubtedly concert black dress for stupid WE. Eat that! Finally I returned home, where Dan and my brother were watching tv. I said hi, took the dress upstairs and got online. And well, that brings me where I am now.Wow. Online is fun. NOT. Why is drama neverending in my life? No matter what I do, who it is, what it is, UGH! For the last time, everyone, I am not going to Winter Ball, I want to see DRUMLINE on Friday, and MR. WEBB IS A TERRORIST. Okay, now for misc. fun items. Stole this site from Chris, because it amused me far too much for my own good: http://god.youaremyfriend.com/ And now I'm going to post this and put another post up with all my little quiz thingys. Woo!