This day sucks!

Today has been a sucky day. I hate today. Je deteste jeudi!

Although I did get a perfect score on my French exam... that was the only highlight of my day. Except everyone in that class dogs my French professor, and I have no clue why. I make A's on all the tests. I do what I'm supposed to do. And she seems to be pretty nice to me. Maybe if you didn't skip class and turn in your workbooks late, you might have a better grade. And here's a thought... study for the test! Studying for a test... what a novel idea! I bet you kids have never thought of that. If you fail her class, it's your own fault. Just try a little and she'll meet you halfway.

My allergies have, like, exploded. It hurts to breathe, to blink.

And then, stupid leader had a press conference on an ordinary civilian's death. Now, I admit that the situation was sad, but if you're going to have a press conference for one's death, you've got to do it for all. If you're going to try and change the Constitution for one woman's plight, you've got to be willing to do it for all. That was the most ridiculous thing our government has pulled this year, I think.

Of course, I'm doped up on cold meds, so I'm kind of flighty and my mind is all hibbity-jibbity. They may have done something else stupid since 2005 began.

Suppose I get hit by a bus, dragged for a mile, and then I end up in a coma for three weeks before I die. Would the president hold a press conference for me?

No, I don't think so.

Rooney, Sunshine, and a Dictator for President!

Today has been a surprisingly wonderful day. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, the wind was whistling as it passed. It was just beautiful outside.

This morning, I dressed myself in my brown Rooney shirt and jeans, along with the good old Chucks! And I went out into the world, just smiling at everyone and looking at the world around me.

Yes, I was smiling. I never smile. Please don't ask me why I picked this day to smile.

I went to ALL my classes. I settled on a topic for my informative speech and printed out alot of research. I talked to all my friends, even the one from France!

Then, I was at work, and this guy comes in to get a coke. He saw my shirt and asked if I like Rooney. I told him, of course, silly boy! I've seen them three times in concert and even have the lead singer's guitar pick (thanks, Mom!). He thought that was pretty exciting. So we talked about Rooney for a few minutes and when he left, he said he was glad to have found someone else who thinks Rooney is super awesome!

So, the day was flying high! And then, this moron comes in, with two other kids, complaining about how Arnold was trying to get the Constitution changed so he could someday run for president. I made the comment that if that were to happen, I would be moving to Canada. He found that rather funny. After laughing for a moment, he stopped, and with the most sincere look on his face, he said, "I wish Bush could stay president for the rest of his life."

::Sigh:: I have no words.

ETA: As I was walking through the caf, a random guy stopped me and complimented me on my Rooney shirt! Two Rooney stories in one day! It doesn't get any better than that. Of course, seeing them live does get better than that but STILL!

I've Created A Monster!

Aaah! Bradley has turned into an Alias fiend! She sounds more Alias-crazed than me!

Okay, it's really not all that bad. But she is so hooked, it's scary. I've gotten her hooked on things before... but this one was the easiest hook yet. I mean, I showed her an episode or two and then BAM! She was all into the Alias-ness.

I'm kind of worried, though. Everytime I get her hooked into something I really enjoy, I usually leave that enjoyable thing behind for something new. I did that with Roswell. I got her all hooked and then I left her, high and dry, once the whole Alien Baby storyline came about.

I still have nightmares about that. ::shudders::

Let the Games Begin!

Whoo! Boy, am I ever glad to be back at school. :)

Okay, that's a big load of crapola. School is heating up and I am not happy! I have to give a speech next Monday, and I haven't a clue about what I should do it on. And I have a French exam in two hours that I need to study more for. There's like two to three tests a week from here on out. BLECH! I hate tests. I enjoy most of my classes, but boy, do I hate tests!

Of course, I did get an 88 and a 92 on two tests I didn't study for. And I got a 93 on my demonstrative speech. So, all the classes are going well, except anthropology.

Maybe I just hate to study. I don't know.

I watched the coolest show last night on TLC. One of them was Amazing Medical Stories or something like that and then the one that followed was When Surgeon's Tools Get Left Behind. I understand the whole human error thing, but it amazes me how doctors can leave tools inside a person, especially when they do it two or three times. It's insane. Since that show traumatized me, I have decided that I will not have any kind of surgery unless a family member is in the room to count and recount the medical tools used. I don't want a scalpel or a surgical sponge left in my torso or whatnot.

On Amazing Medical Stories, this one girl had a disease where her skeletal bones were already fused together when she was born, so her head couldn't grow properly. It was quite bizarre. Sometimes her eyes would fall out of their sockets, if she did anything too strenuous. Can you imagine your eye popping out? I think I'd pass out. I mean, I know they make fun of that in Pirates of the Caribbean, but jeepers! It doesn't seem like fun when it's happening to a ten year old girl.

Thankfully, they patched her up, and she is doing much better. Thank Heavens for doctors who do fantastic work without leaving tools behind!

Bah! Happy Easter!

Well, it's Easter. Doesn't feel much like Easter. The banks weren't even closed on Good Friday. Haven't they been closed on the previous Good Fridays? It's crazy.

On a fun note, I have a new hero. This one guy goes into various museums around the world and hangs up his own artwork. It's crazy. Read all about it by going here.

The drive back to school was uneventful. Now, I am up to my eyeballs in French verbs. Blech.

Quick! Check Your Hands!

Are you missing a part of your finger? 'Cause if you are, there's a good chance that it ended up in some woman's chili in northern California. You can read the full story here. And see? Just another reason to back my argument of why I don't like Wendy's. Who ever heard of square burgers? It's un-American, I tell you.

I saw the new Miss Congeniality today, so that was fun. Other than that, the day's been kind of blah. My allergies have like exploded, and that is not quite as fun. Of course, the new movie was pretty hilarious, as far as sequels go.

A weird thing did happen while we were in the theater. Someone's vehicle apparently rolled into another vehicle. It was quite bizarre.

Random rant: Gas prices are too high!

Vaughn is born!

Today is the official day of random-ness for this week.

I bought my very own bamboo plant. I named it Vaughn. Or Mikey V. It depends on what mood I'm in.

I called Bradley today, just to check if she was still alive.

The guy who rang up my purchases at Wal-Mart was a cutie. And he totally liked my bamboo plant!

My sister hangs out with kids that steal stuff. I don't know why. She fails to see the problem with hanging out with such miscreants. Furthermore, my sister is an idiot.

Much fantastic news about the Alias season finale! Special special special guest star! A guest star that we love very much!

These kids smelled like smoke at the school today. And usually, I can deal with it. But it was so strong, I could have passed out. It was crazy. For the rest of the afternoon, all I could say was "Flock of Seagulls!"

Quick! Who can help with an existential dilemma?

So, I watched "I <3 Huckabees" last night. What an odd little duck of a movie that is. It was good, just bizarre. I could have gone without seeing Jude Law with breasts and the mud-love scene between Jason Schwartzman and Isabelle Huppert. The mud-love scene traumatized me on my birthday. :(

But is there really such a thing as an existential detective? Because that sounds rather intriguing.

Well, world, I am officially 20 years of age and one day. And what an age to be. There's just so many exciting things to do at the age of 20. Not! You know, 20 is kind of a let down year. I mean, after waiting all your teen years for the driving 16, the rated-R 17, and the voting-graduating 18, 19 and 20 aren't all that amazing. It's just another day. And to top it all off, it stormed like crazy all day yesterday. That didn't stop me from dancing in my socks on the front porch, though.

I am so beat. I kept Eli last night. That boy is such a bed hog! And he's only 15 months old. Pure evil, that one. But evil never looked so cute.

I haven't seen Bradley in five days! That's so weird. I usually see her at least once a day. I feel so lost. And my suitemates aren't waking me up at the butt-crack of dawn with their hairdryers. I don't know what to do!

Build me up...

...Buttercup, baby, then you bring me down, and mess me around. And then worst of all, you never call, baby, when you say you will. But I love you still! I need you, more than anyone does, I've needed you from the start. Build me up, Buttercup, don't break my heart!

For some insane reason, I have had that song in my head for two days. Last night, I danced all around Wal-Mart, singing it at the top of my lungs. And whenever I'm at home, I just start singing that song out of the blue. I don't know why. I think my Mom is going to sell me on e-Bay. I mean, seriously. I need to join a 12 step program or something. It's out of control. Though, I guess it could be worse. I could be blurting out expletives in five minute intervals. It's probably best to just stick with the singing.

How much fun are MTV's Spring Break festivities? They're so... boring. Of course, I've never found them extremely exciting in previous years, but still. The whole Spring Break hysteria is lost on me. My best spring break was last year, when I went on a road trip and ended up in Washington, D.C.! Maybe I'm just a big ol' dork, but give me something historical any day over boozing and snoozing on a sunny beach. The whole idea of MTV's Spring Break doesn't impress me.

I know. I'm weird. At least I embrace my weirdness. Some people run from their weirdness. Or are they running from me? Hmm. Something to think about.

Party Time!

Whoo hoo, spring break is upon us! Time to lay around, not doing anything at all, for hours on end, right? WRONG! I've got some homework to do. Plus, I'm doing some odd jobs here and there for extra cash to pay for Rory's insurance this month. That Rory sure is getting expensive in her old age!

Nothing fantastic to report, although my sister should be bald after this week. She's colored her hair like six times this week (and no, that's not an exaggeration). It's absolutely insane. And then, she blames our mother for the crappy state of her hair. Mom didn't make her color her hair..... she was all about being a brunette. She needs to accept some responsibility for her actions, dangit! She's 18.

Cody Boaty is bringing over Saw tonight to watch with Smashers. I shudder at the idea of that movie even being shown in my house. I do not want to see that film, nor do I want to hear it either. I want it as far away as possible at all times. I do not like movies like that. Give me Garden State or a John Cusack movie any day.

One last note: I've finally finished watching the third season of Alias (Thanks Mom!). But what I don't understand is how season three seems to have little bearing on season four. It's so.... messed up. The stories that come from season three do not collaborate with the stories from season four. J.J. Abrams, you have some major explaining to do!

Luck of the Irish to Ye!

I'm a bit less fired up today than I was yesterday. Thank goodness, because I like to gave myself a coronary getting all worked up like that. That's the third time I have gotten angered in like two days. I bet my blood pressure is sky high.

Someone commented that I should run for president. Wouldn't that be nice? I've always thought so. Since I was in the fourth grade, I wanted to be the first woman president of the United States. Sadly, I'm not sure that I will be the first, but oh well. It would still be fun.

I did the most embarassing thing this morning. I was waiting for Kim to finish our government test and I was just wandering around outside the class room. I noticed this lone door at the end of the hall. And for some reason, I was drawn to this door. So, I walked over and tried to open it. And it opened! There was a lady sitting in there, doing God knows what! It was an office or something. I took off running down the hall as fast as my legs would carry me and hid around a corner. And whoever it was opened the door and looked around the hall but didn't see me. It was scary business!

I still don't know why I opened the door. And for those who are not aware, the United States bought Alaska from Russia in 1867 for 7.2 million dollars. For some reason, my father thought I was lying when I made reference to that fact last week.

Cockroach Girl is Making a Return

Cockroach girl is coming back in full force today. I haven't read any newspapers this week or kept up with the news, since I've been buried under massive piles of homework and doped up on cold medicine. Today, my geography teacher set out to inform of us of the world's current situation, which is not promising.

Since I don't believe much of what people say, I came to do a quick search on my own via Kip. And let me say that the man is right.

We (the U.S.) spend nearly 30 billion dollars a year buying Chinese goods and supporting the Chinese industry. The Chinese industry is controlled by the Chinese military, something that I was not aware of. This means that every dollar we spend on Chinese goods goes to the military. The United States has been building the Chinese military for several years now. We supply them with the money they need to acquire the weapons they need.

And because the U.S. can't keep its nose out of everyone else's business, we have pledged to defend Taiwan from China, should Taiwan want to seek its independence from China. This is just absolutely fantastic, given the resolution passed by the Chinese government. The new resolution authorizes the use of military force on Taiwan to stop any moves on independence.

So, if Taiwan does seek its independence and the U.S. helps them, we will be fighting the Chinese military, which we built up in the first place.

This is freakin' stupid. Can't anyone up there in our nation's capital see what's really going on? Or are they so concerned with Iraq that they have no time to look around at the rest of the world? And what about North Korea? Hello! They have nuclear weapons, which we never found in Iraq. This whole situation infuriates me to no end.

I'll probably never graduate college at this rate. The whole world will be in nuclear winter before too long and there will be no time for school when you're frantically searching for food that isn't there. And then we will all starve or freeze, or both! And all that will be left are the stupid cockroaches!

Mnemonic Devices worked for me!

So I just gave a speech over mnemonic devices. It was fun. As per usual, I began speaking super fast and I got through my speech relatively quickly. Had I not reworked my speech to be longer, I would have been in trouble. But it all worked out.

Forge asked to watch the pilot of Alias. It's such a sad episode. And it was really weird for me to watch it, because now I'm rewatching the third season. It's like I'm starting all over again, when I'm really not.

You know who I love? Seth Meyers from SNL. Did anyone catch him last Saturday? I was so tired from regionals, but I stayed up forever for some reason. I'm glad I did stay up, since I got to see Seth. He's so funny.

You know who else is funny? Chris. My little Christopher will do just about anything I tell him to. Now, I realize that this is not a good thing for Christopher, but I would never make him do something that would cause him great harm. This past weekend, I got him to smell the table at Taco-Bell. This table stunk so bad. It smelled so rotten. And Chris watched me smell it and back away in disgust. But still I said, "Chris, smell the table!"

At first, he shook his head. But then, he came closer and smelled the table! And he backed away in disgust as well. Then, I told him again, "Chris, smell the table!" It was like the table had some kind of pull on him. He came closer again, shaking his head and saying, "Mom, tell me I don't have to. Mom, tell me no."

Muahahah, it was SO funny. Maybe you just had to be there. And when Big Me like freaked out at the table, imitating that Taco-Bell working, and Kyle got so upset because only one person at a table of seven saw what she did! It was AWESOME.... I haven't laughed so hard since the last time I was at a speech tournament.

Congratulations, Christopher! Hopefully, I'll see you in Philly!

I'm Gonna Kick Your ...

So, I had a fantasticly fun weekend. I'm sure most of the fun will leak out onto the blog at some point this week. But for now, I am angry.

Some punk kid freakin' flipped me off while I was driving back today. And I don't know why he did it. I did some of my best driving today. I wasn't swerving all over the road; I wasn't going super fast and then super slow. Rory's had her tires all rotated... she drives like a new gal!
If I ever see that punk kid again in his mommy's SUV, I am going to kick his backside all over the Natural State!

On the bright side, my Mam bought me the third season of Alias for my birthday in one week. So now, I am watching the torment that is the S/V/L triangle. Oh, the horror of it all.

Where in the World...?

...is Bill Vaughn?

Don't answer that. I doubt you know the answer and even if you did, I don't want to know unless your name happens to be J.J. Abrams. And even if you say that you were Abrams, I would want serious proof.

I have been watching the first two seasons of Alias, which are so awesome. I really must buy the third season, despite my hatred of the COW. The new season is really heating up, posing the question of 'Where in the World is Bill Vaughn?'

Anyway, it doesn't matter. It's all just a fictional universe. A fictional universe that brings me lots of fun, but a fictional universe nonetheless.

Spring break is coming. If only I can get through the next week of CRAP, I should be fine for at least that week. School is piling up. I feel like sometimes I can't keep up. I'm just so tired. I want to sleep. But I must not sleep, for there is too much to do! Anyone want to write my speech over mnemonic devices or outline my notes on the middle east? Any takers?

Another Day, Another Fire Alarm

I don't know who set off the fire alarm this evening, but when I find out, that person is in TROUBLE! I have just spent 40 minutes out in the cold for nothing! There was no fire! There was no emergency. And now, I'm a popsicle for no reason! So, somebody is going to get their rear kicked, when I feel up to rear-kicking again. The allergies have got me down. Blech.

Today is a special day. I am going to honor something that is very special to me. My fantastic red Chuck Taylor Converses! They're the best shoes ever! They're all broken in and comfy. All hail the Chucks!

Foofy Foofy!

Okay, has anyone seen that show "Strange Love" on VH1? Or even heard of it? Has anyone else besides myself heard Brigette Nielsen calling Flava Flav "Foofy Foofy"? I can't be the only one. He's got this street name "Flava Flav" yet she prefers to call him "Foofy Foofy". Is that not a ridiculous sounding name? I mean, I'm all about nicknames and stuff, but Foofy Foofy?

Anyway, it's been a lackluster day. Got a B on my Speech test, because I swear the questions were written to positively confuse me. I swear! Most of the questions could have had multiple answers. And now, I just feel retarded. I must keep A's in all my other classes, if I'm going to come out of Anthropology with a C. Ulrghahahah.

So, how about the bathtub upstairs is going to fall in on somebody while they're taking a shower? Won't that be super fun? I think so.

I'm sure there was something fantastic I was wanting to share with the world today, but now, I can't remember what it could have been. Sorry World, I've once again failed to entertain you. Jump off a cliff and leave me alone, will ya?

Stupid Fortunes

Okay. Forge gave me a fortune cookie. I opened and it read, "You will be happy in the receipt of good news."

Well, no DUH. If that isn't the stupidest fortune I've ever read. It really took an Einstein to come up with THAT pearl of wisdom.

Forge did bring me something good -- some apple flavored chapstick! Yum!

So, to recap: I got to see baby Eli and Mom today. It was great fun. I am so worn out from carrying baby Eli. He's just so cute and so rotten at the same time. And to top it all off, the cutie guy I see at Wal-Mart saw me in all my Eli-spit-up glory. Sigh. Why can't one look glamorous at all times?

You know who looks glamorous? Michael Vartan. He's just so gorgeous. And he's like a fine wine.... he just gets better with age. Oh, he's just fantastic. I don't care if he's like fifteen years older than me, I'll marry him! :D

But Mo-om, I Wanna Dance!

How about I followed my Mom around this weekend dancing everywhere we went? Wal-Mart, TJMaxx, Kohl's, Old Navy, etc. And then on Monday, I danced in Kroger's while Forge shopped.
And now, I'm watching Ellen. She is always dancing! It makes life fun, I think. I'm glad she got those 11 Emmy nominations. She's got a good show. She dances with her audience! If I had a talk show, I'd dance with my audience. She also dances in that credit card commercial. And I think, "Look! Someone else dances in the elevator besides me!" I also dance while going up and down the stairs... but we won't talk about that. That causes a whole mess of problems, let me tell you!

Speaking of dancing, I think that Jon Stewart danced one night this week on The Daily Show. It was fun, too.

I enjoy dancing. Now, granted, I can't dance professionally, as I have no rhythm or grace whatsoever. But I enjoy dancing. I've always got a song in my hand and a dance in my step. People probably think I'm crazy (and I do get a lot of funny looks) but I like it! This week's tune to dance to is "My Sharona"! I'm like those Reality Bites kids. It's also fun to dance to "Canned Heat", which is the song that Napoleon Dyanmite danced to. And oh yeah, I can dance like Napoleon. I learned some of my best moves from Napoleon.

Dance on, people!

And the Hits Just Keep On Coming!

Okay, the hits just keep on coming. Today, I was "served" with my RJE papers. I have to take the Rising Junior Exam during the first week of April, because the state of Arkansas deems it so! Stupid idiotic test does NOTHING whatsoever to your grade. So, why must we take it? If we don't take it, we can't progress further in school. If we take it, we get to move on. This is so retarded. I do not want to take this test. The test consists of an essay portion and then a randomly selected portion of either english, reading, math or science reasoning. Knowing my luck, I'll most likely get the math portion. Blech. Gag me with a fork! I DO NOT WANT TO TAKE THIS TEST!

Goodness. In other news, I heard from the Federal Government about financial aid for next school year. And even though my sister will also be in college, I'm not eligible for a Pell Grant! What the crap is that all about? My parents don't have money to send me to school! And while scholarships pay a large chunk of it, I am forced to take out loans that I will be paying back for the rest of my life. If I got a full time job, I wouldn't need the loans, but then again, I probably wouldn't be able to keep my scholarship either.

I am so MAD at the world right now. Nothing seems fair right now. And not even watching an episode of Gilmore Girls or Napoleon Dynamite can bring me out of my current funk (though I did laugh a lot at Napoleon). I'm just so.... UGH!

The world is full of friggin' idiots out to get me! Gosh!