Live and Let Die
Live and Let Die
2005-01-27 // 6:05 p.m.
//hearing: Boston - Foreplay
//thinking: Lotsathoughts.
Some people can just be so inconsiderate. Angelica is a girl on the soccer team, who has earned a notoriety for trying to be intimidating and acting like she's hardcore (but you're nor hardcore unless you live hardcore!), and she's really ... repellent. The coach had taken her out of the game, so she was just walking around and chatting with people. That pissed me off. When I play a sport, I get pissed off just seeing regular old people walking around. This girl's on the team. To top it all off, her little sister, who is an extremely accomplished goalie, was playing while Angelica was picking a fight with some guy. I tried offering some words of encouragement to Angelica's little sister-- I said "You know, you're a really great goalie!" to which she just said, "Thanks". I know she's been living in her sister's shadow, and I completely empathize her. She'll find some way to deal with it. (Let's hope she doesn't dye her hair .. Like what's-her-face did. That was creepy.)
On a lighter note, I became friends with two underclassmen today. One of them came up to me this morning and tried reading my pin ("Employee of the Month") and I was just standing there. I said, "I don't know you!" to which he responded, "Well, I know you!" I was like, Creepy little kid. I don't know his name, but he has alot of freckles. Then there's this other kid who's named Rene. He's cute, but he doesn't like Led Zeppelin. Weirdo. And I introduced myself to Jonathon. Handshake and everything. I'm pretty sure he knew who I was, but I like things to be .. formal. And there's this dude Jerry, whom I've known since like 2nd grade, and he likes Led Zeppelin. I thought he liked hip-hop. But everyone has to get the Led out sometime, right? Yeeah.
Sandra, Cristina, Joel and Magda are like, the coolest. (They're my best friends.) They put a dedication out in the newsletter for Marlene, Linda (they're also some of my best friends) and I. I ¢¾ them. Everyone says that when they think of "our group" of friends ... Linda and Marlene don't particularly come to mind. That's because Sandra, Cristina, Joel, Magda and I are all nerds who think we're the coolest. And neither of us wear make-up.. besides Joel, occasionally
...while Linda and and Marlene pack it on. They're also sorta prissy. So Sandra poked me in the eye. And it hurt. I was like ... ow. She thought I was pissed at her for some reason! I'm not gonna go holding a grudge or bawling what was left of me eyes out for something stupid like that. I dunno, Linda and Marlene might. I'm not saying it's stupid or anything .. Maybe it's just that Linda and Marlene have different ideas of "fun".
Terribly sorry about that.
Damn. The 100 Greatest Artists of Hard Rock show thing on VH1 isn't going to come out until June .. And February is just starting. It's been a long past year, I'll tell you that. I don't think I've ever learned so much in the time-frame of one year. If they ever get to read this:
Sandra, Joel, Magda, Nicole, and especially Cristina- Thanks man.
And that's all she thought.
Five Long Years
Five Long Years
2005-01-26 // 6:16 p.m.
//hearing: Them - Baby Please Don't Go
//thinking: I update too much.
Okay, so I hadn't been looking for that song for five years. More like two. I love that song and have since I was like three. And that Chevy Cobalt commercial just played it! I think it was a cover. But it was still kickass!
Thesong=Overundersidewaysdown.
That was AWESOME!!
Surprise, Surprise
Surprise, Surprise
2005-01-26 // 5:28 p.m.
//hearing: The Hollies - Carrie-Anne
//thinking: Crap. Homework!
Movies I Must See Soon!:
Documented for .. personal records.
I forgot to mention something that's really important and kickass.
The Stones are coming out with a new album, maaann!
And they're supposed to be going back to their work of the 60's. Which is kickass, because I told Cristina(one of my best friends - whom I've been talking to every single solitary day on the phone for the past two years because I have no life) that before I even knew about it. Just to start conversation. So I'm psychic or something.
Ha!
Love or Confusion
Love or Confusion
2005-01-26 // 5:05 p.m.
//hearing: The Rolling Stones - Susie Q
//thinking: I want to go see Chicago. But for now ...
I'm sorry to bring down the mood of this diary, entering something of an LJ-type entry, but isn't reliving your horrible, unforgetful past just .. peachy?
Well. It's happening.
In short, SHE and I fight over the same GUY. SHE gets GUY. I'M sad and SHE laughs in my face.
There's only one thing that I can remember to make me feel better-- and that's the fact that he's only going out with her because she's a slut.
Oh my. That's not a good thing! What am I saying..I went out with him.
I ponder too much for my own good.
S.O.S.
S.O.S.
2005-01-25 // 5:37 p.m.
//hearing: The Yardbirds - Train Kept A-Rollin' (Live!)
//thinking: Blasphemous morons!
You look me in the eye and tell me 1) that the Rolling Stones could not have possibly scored higher than a 67 on VH1's 100 Greatest Artists of Hard Rock, 2) that Keith Relf did not have one of the hottest voices ever and 3) that you do not know who the Yardbirds are.
People in my Language Arts class really, really suck.
Blasphemy!
Over Under Sideways Down
Over Under Sideways Down
2005-01-25 // 5:09 p.m.
//hearing: Aerosmith - Back In The Saddle
//thinking: Boston's version of the Stones.
So I head over to Diaryland gleeful as can be, thinking I'm going to write a really cool entry. Today. But when I click on Add an entry ... that one loaded database server thing comes up. So I keep on clicking that button. And I just start clicking everywhere because this is really frustrating me, and then my browser freezes up. So I go back to Diaryland ... and I get it to work. But by that time I can't remember anything I was going to write about.
In short, Internet should die.
It didn't exist in the sixties. And people got along fairly well. We need more hippies so we can all throw our computers away and then we'll all have world peace. (How lack of computers will aid in creating a peaceful society ... I don't know. Who said I was going to get rid of my computer? S'Mine.)
I'm never telling my mother anything that happens at school again. She's outraged that I'm not on honour roll. She doesn't realize that there's a reason for that. (I have "a big brain filled with disrespectful thoughts," as the counselor puts it. It sounds to me like she thinks I'm looking at porn or something.) So she(my mum)'s conferencing with the principal, and now she's going to find out all the horrible little things I've done in orchestra. I tried to stop her for her own good. But she simply would not listen.
There's this guy Jonathon in my Literacy class, who's really really short. But I can't help but stare at him all day. I don't like him or anything. He's got the hottest hair ever. (It's like Jeff Beck's, when he was in the Yardbirds.) I wish every guy had hair like that. They'd all be ten times hotter -- which means their Hotness level would be at just about -1.
For Linda, it's a different story. In that Advanced Literacy class, she has the opportunity to stare for approximately 132 minutes at the love of -- well, her year. She's so horrendously gone over him it's sickening.
Hey -- I just realized that Linda's crush has Advanced Literacy. Ha!
That's The Way
That's The Way
2005-01-24 // 5:36 p.m.
//hearing: Led Zeppelin - Heartbreaker
//thinking: Awww.
"..But I'll just keep on rollin' along with the grace of the Lord above."
-Plant/Page, Heartbreaker
Sounds more "Awww" than Satanic. No?
Mrs. Faulk, the Advanced Literacy teacher, said my narrative was "extravagantly wonderful!" Like that. It was about when I almost got kidnapped. She was very enthusiastic about it. I was like ... calm down. It's just a story. Quoth she, "Surely you are aware of your talent!" I was like... Sure! And she told me she read parts of it to Mr. Faulk - the parts about me playing Led Zeppelin and The Who records when I was four years old. That's cool. At least I'm gettin' a good grade man.