“Its monogamy Monday!”

I greeted Amanda this morning in the attendance office while we both checked to see which room we were in for AIMS testing.
AIMS seems like a good acronym when its all in caps like that because it reminds me of one of my favorite pastimes- talking on AIM.
America online Instant Messenger (Service, if you wanna add the S in there…)
However, AIMS testing is not fun like AIM. Its stupid. The tests completely insult the intelligence of the advanced sophomore class. I’m sure you already read about that in Jenna’s journal and Andrew’s blog however, so I won’t go into further detail.
And anyway, back to my story;

“What room are you in?” Amanda asked me.
I looked down the list for my student number, “159.”
“Oooooooooo you got Rosie’s room!” she squealed.
“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.” I said, but she kept laughing. “Of all people..” I shook my head.
“I think its funny.” Amanda said as we walked towards the library to meet with the rest of my minions.
I shot Amanda a look and told her to shut up.
“Wait..” Lindsey thought for a moment after I told her I was going to be under Rosie’s care for AIMS testing. “But I’m in 139.”
“Good for you, Lindsey.” I deadpanned.
“Wouldn’t you be in that room too?”
“No.. because I’m in 159.” I said.
“Oh boy.” Lindsey looked panicked, “I better go check again.”
“But you’re STevens. I’m SParer.” I called after her as she walked out of the library. I followed her though, just incase I did read the sheet wrong.
“No, still 139. WHEW! That was close since you’re SR and I’m ST-”
“I’m SP, Lindsey.” I corrected her.
“Well, sucks to be you!” She practically skipped off to 139 when the bell rang as I trudged to 159.

I opened the door and was greeted by Eugene Levi, or at least his doppelganger, who gave me a blank look as I tried to get as far into the corner as possible. Then Rosenberg came flying in.
“Ok, we have to get started!” She yelled. There were about 7 kids in the class at the time. “I’m gonna seat you in alphabetical order.” She said to us then turned to Eugene Levi, “It’s easier that way.” She explained and he nodded.
I almost laughed. I think I would have if I didn’t hate her so much.

Some kid walked in as she was going through names and nearly sat down.
“EH EH EH!” she screeched stopping the kid dead in his tracks, “NAME!?”
He croaked something out I could barely hear, and he ended up in the back. Lucky bastard.
I ended up in the front.
Practically facing Rosie.
Figures.

Then it got better.
My old bio teacher, Mr. Cherry, walked in the door.

It seemed like one of those weird dreams you’d have where you’d wake up and go “Oh thank g0d, it was just a dream!” oh, but it wasn’t.
No, it wasn’t.
It was all too real.

“Hi Stephanie!” He said to me.
“Hey Mr. Cherry.” I smiled back at him and then pretended to be very interested in the pencil Eugene Levi handed me.
“I’m just gonna sit here and grade next to you while you take your test, is that ok?” Cherry asked me.
“Oh sure.” I said. “That’s fine.”
Absolutely fine..

During the test, I was coughing.
It happens. I was sick.
Rosie finally got tired of it around 8:10 AM.
“Stephanie, do you have a sucker or something? A lozenge?” She asked me.
“No.” I said.
She closed her eyes for a moment and then asked the class, “Does anyone have anything she can suck on?”
(I realize I can make a million jokes out of that line, but I’m just gonna continue on with the story.)
No one in the class looked up.
I kind of shrugged.
“Fine. I’ll get something.” She grabbed her damn grade book and keys and began to march off in the direction of the door.
“No, you don’t have to.” I said.
“YES. I DO.” She said to me as she left.
My friend Trisha diagonal to me gave me a face like “What’s up her ass?”
Moments later Rosie came back with mints.
“Here you go.” She practically threw them at my desk.
“Thanks.” I said.
“Eat them. Now.” She said hovering over me until I finally took one.

I coughed anyway the rest of the morning just to piss her off.

She hovers a lot. She hovered all morning. Going around the class checking on kids.

Later that day in her actual Chem class, she asked me if what happened this morning was an allergic reaction to matzo.
“Yes,” I said, “Because everything that happens in my life is related to Judaism. That must have been it.”
I don’t think she heard the entire thing, my little section did though. And hey, as long as they laugh, I’m good.

The rest of the day was kind of uninteresting.
My Spanish teacher was mean as usual just because I was sick. She’s making me take my Spanish test tomorrow ON MY BIRTHDAY.
But, I shall live.
I’m tired now, I must be going.

Quote of the day:
Micahel: “I can’t believe you’re 12!”
Stefi: “I’m 16, Michael.”
Michael: “Oh sorry, its your breast size that throws me off.”
-- My cousin Michael (who calls me a day early every year for my birthday) making fun of me.

“I am never ever coming over here again!”

WARNING: This may not make a lot of sense due to lack of sleep and all 18000 medications I’m on right now.

I would like to dispel all of those rumors going around school stating that I was absent due to Rosenberg Hatred, Passover, and general Ferrisism.

Ok, first of all, Passover is over people. And second is that-
In all truth, I was ill.
With a fever of 101 I was not permitted to attend North Canyon High School. Also, the excessive coughing would have made it even more difficult to apply make up while half asleep at 6 AM. So you see, that’s the real reason I wasn’t at school. Not that any of you care, but Get Well cards will be accepted until April 28.

After April 28 I will only accept Birthday cards (or balloons… cuz balloons are cool).

Oh yea-
MY 16th BIRTHDAY IS TUESDAY!
Me? Way overexcited?
Nah…

Ok, well, maybe a little.
Hopefully, I won’t be coughing my ass off on my birthday either. *crosses fingers*
I usually get this pollen induced cough in October and May, but for some reason, its here early this year…

Anyway, not much to report from the home front.
I slept all day Thursday.
I slept most of Friday, but then felt better and so I pretty much forced myself to get dressed around 7 PM so that I could get my new computer. I didn’t feel like even going, but it needed to be done.
Yes, as much as I loved Maxwell…. He was just..
Well, it was time for him to go to a better place.. Like our storage shed.

My new computer, Nathaniel, Nate for short (sorry Matt), is so very fast you wouldn’t believe your eyes.
Like lightning I tell you!
Zoom zoom zoom!
Plus, he has that connection for the camera that I need.
Oh yes.

Saturday I was feeling a bit better so Matty, my mother, sister, and I decided that we should go out and aboot.
This all seemed like a good idea to me before I began hacking my brains out.
Yea, that’s always fun.
Who doesn’t love the taste of phlegm in the morning?
It’s the best part of waking up I think.
Anyway, after a probable OD on cough medicine that made me way, way hyper, I felt a lot better and was able to get through my day feeling only mildly light headed.
Its really bad though, I’m starting to memorize all of the labels on the backs of the medication that I’m taking.

2 teaspoons every 12 hours. No more than 4 teaspoons in a 24 hour period. Do not take on an empty stomach.
1 caplet every 4-6 hours. Do not exceed 4 caplets in one 24 hour period.
1 pill every 4-6 hours. 2 may be taken if 1 does not relieve symptoms. Do not exceed 4 pills in a 12 hour period.
2 table spoons every 12 hours. Do not exceed 4 tablespoons in a 24 hour period.
The red stuff, the orange stuff, the brown pill, the green pill.
My days have become timed increments in which I count down until I can take that next glorious antihistamine or dosage of cough syrup.
Also, humidifiers, everyone should own one.
Everyone.
I’m sorry, so what was I talking about?
Oh right, I went out today.
Yea, so Matt gets here and of course, I’m not ready at all. What a shocker.
So, he’s sitting with Shana and all of the sudden I hear, “UGHHHHHHHHHH!” and I’m thinking “what the hell is he doing?” so my sister goes,
“What was that for?”
And I hear him jump up from our couch while yelling, “Shana peed on me!”
“Ooooo fuck.” I whispered while in the bathroom putting on my mascara. I went into the living room where Matt stood over the pee on the couch.
“Danielle, its your turn!” I said to my sister.
“Your turn?!” Matt was almost amused.
Yea.. My dog pees a lot….
“Fine, I’ll do it.” I began cleaning up the filthy, disgusting mess.
Thankfully, the couch is scotch guarded, so that was easy enough, unfortunately though for Matt…
The pee was pretty much all over him..
I felt really bad. We (by we I mean my mother) were going to buy him new pants because of it, but he didn’t let us (by us I mean her).

So began our journey to downtown Scottsdale.
We went to some place that used to be called backstage for lunch, but now it was called something else, but still served the same food…
Then we went to Fashion Square and played Spot the Nose Job (the game we play in Scottsdale), which is a take off of our Downtown Phoenix game Spot the Homeless.
My mother and I won Spot the Nose Job.
But don’t worry, Matt. There are no losers on Spot the Nose Job…

Last night, I watched Igby Goes Down.
That was a nice and depressing film.
Its about a hot brother named Ollie (yea, that right there almost did me in) played by the always enjoyable Ryan Phillippe, and his weird Kieran Culkin younger brother who looks exactly like Macaulay Culkin and even brought back fond memories for me of Home Alone 2 where in one scene of ‘Igby‘, he takes his mother’s credit card and stays at a hotel for a night. The movie was good if you enjoy Susan Sarrandan yet again, ala Step-Mom, dying of cancer, Jeff Goldblume beating up kids, Amanda Peet reprising her role of Naked Drugged Slut (and is just me or does she only play crazy people?), Bill Palmer as your insane Lester Burnam if he didn’t die at the end of American Beauty and then ended up in this movie guy, Claire Danes playing a vegetarian J.A.P, and the woman from Sex and the City playing a druggy art teacher. Oh yea. Totally fun 1 hour and 38 minutes.
It’s the kind of movie you should watch when you’re sitting around thinking to yourself; “Damn, tonight has been too good and normal. I’m too happy. I need some weird ,fucked up, depressing shit to ruin my night!”

Also, Igby got way too much action in that movie for looking how he did. Cut your damn hair, boy! It was totally unrealistic. I mean, he got more action than Ryan.
Kinda.
Then again, they were sharing a girlfriend…

OK, well, that’s it for me. Time to do some Chem HW.

Quote of the day:
Mommy (to Matt and I): “Stop arguing! Don‘t make me come back there!”
Matty: “Promise?”
-- Once again Matt being Matt around my mother.

“I liked you better when you sat in the corner mumbling to yourself.”

Nothing to blog today.

This week needs to be over.

Tomorrow is Thursday.
Friday I get my new computer.
Yea. That’s about it.

Oh yea, and Lisa Davis decided not to choose any of the guys from the newspaper and this has Matt feeling a bit blue, so support our Matt and make him feel better by signing his book of sympathy.
Here's the link:
View Matt's Book of Sympathy

Sign Matt's Book of Sympathy





Quote of the day:
“I wish she’d eat more margarine.”
-- My comment to Amanda after Rosie was telling us that margarine will kill you.

“I already have my evil glare on.”

I know teachers read this, but I must get this off of my chest..
Not that I haven’t been getting it off of my chest since August 21, 2002…. But I feel, it needs to go down in writing.

I fucking hate Rosenberg.
I can’t stand her.
From the way she talks
To the way she walks
To how she dresses
To how she teaches.
I hate every little single thing about the woman.
How she eats a banana before class
I even hate her teeth.
I hate how she named her daughter Blythe.
(Who the fuck names their daughter BLYTHE?)
I hate how she expects us to love chemistry as much as she does
I hate how she gives us so much HW
I hate the dirty look she gives you if you don’t agree with her
I hate how she manages to work her Jew Factor into every conversation you have with her.
I hate that every day after announcements she says, “Have a niiiiice daaaaaaayayyyyyyyyyyyy”
I hate that she says, “Learn something new every day!” after telling us some useless fact that was so totally uninteresting.
I hate that she has lame ass jokes and then laughs at them
I hate that she thinks she’s funny
I could make this list last forever if I honestly wanted to, but I’ll spare you. I’m sure many of you could make your own lists anyway.

I didn’t do too well on my chem test today, but that’s not why I’m mad. I hated Rosie long before I did horribly today.

Anyway, we were going over our tests and I thought, fuck it. I’m not gonna be nice anymore. None of this bull shit where I pretend like I care.
I try in her class, but she assumes that I don’t.
So fuck it.
No matter how hard I try, I never get ahead.
Therefore, I just won’t anymore.

It started when it was my turn to go over one of the questions on the test;
“As you go down column 1A, reactivity.. A, increases.” I said.
“How did you know that?” Rosie asked me.
I felt like saying “I don’t know? Lucky guess? I wasn’t feeling the test that day.” But instead I said, “Because Row 1A has the metal elements and they tend to lose electrons.”
Hey, if I know the answer, I might as well explain it.
“Right,” the bitch nodded, “And so that means it will have more……….” She waited for me to finish the sentence.
Oh, how little I cared.
“More…………..” I mimicked her and shook my head.
“More what?” she asked me.
I paused a few moments, “Ya know,” I said, “I couldn’t tell you.” and kind of shrugged.
She didn’t even have to turn around to know that Robert Fucking-I-love-myself Gibboni knew the answer.
“Robert?” she said while still looking at me.
“Shielding!” I swear, he was gleeful shouting this out.
“Shielding.” She repeated to me as if I didn’t hear the brainchild the first time.
“Oh, well there you have it then. Glad you have the answer now.” I said.

I.
Hate.
Her.

I believe she’s only good at chemistry because as a teenager growing up in Brooklyn she had nothing else going for her in high school. I mean, you’ve seen what she looks like. She spent so much time crying in her room because she was such a loser she decided to put it to good use and studied instead. She became good at Chem and decided she might as well become a teacher. That’s her life story. Its all true too…

Another bad thing about Rosenberg-
There’s always a chance she could come back after death because she’s being cryogenically frozen. That’s fucking scary people.

Whatever, anyway..
You know what bugs me? People who have online journals or blogs that they know other people are going to see, and they try to make it deep and spiritual when you know that in real life those people aren’t like that at all. And it just sounds fake and stupid. They’ll write something like; "the sound of the wind as he called my name gave me shivers down my spine…."

Yea, that is a fucking load of crap.
Stop trying to sound poetic you fucking faker.
I’ve read erotic porn stories better than that.
That’s another thing. Those stupid porn stories.
You ever read those? Don’t.
They suck.
They have way too much info and the authors are always trying to make the stories sound more classy than they actually are by writing with all the detail and shit like in the example above.

It is not a fucking Dickens’ Classic
Its not classy. Its PORN.

People get off to this stuff. They don’t sit there saying things like, “My! What fabulous use of syntax and diction!”
No! Because most of the people who read that shit, read it to get off. They don’t know what the fuck syntax and diction are.

They are middle-aged bald men who need to jerk off because their fat housewife refuses to put out anymore.

In fact, they don't even read the first 40 pages of the porn story (because they're so fucking long anyway). They get right to that one meaty paragraph in the middle and read it over and over again until they get off. Then they just close the site.
Its as simple as that.
Don't go trying to make it sound like something its not. My G0d.

I’m fucking done.

Quote of the day:
No fucking quote.
Piss off.

“Midgets creep me out, dude.”

Today was one of those days where like… nothing different happened really… but you just don’t feel as though this day was as good as the other days despite that it was the same as all of the other days.. You following? You know what I’m talking about? Yea, well, it was one of those days.

Everything was pretty boring..

In the middle of a movie fourth hour about the Nuremberg Trial that I wasn’t paying attention to at all, Carson Wheet turned to me (he sits next to me) and said, “Stephanie, I don’t know if I ever insulted you, or made you angry, or offended you in any way, I’m sorry.”
This had me totally baffled.
“OK.. well, thanks, Carson.” I said.
He turned back to the TV, but then turned back to me, “I saw the site.” He said right before he turned back to the TV again.
“Whoa.. wait.. site? What site? MY site?” I asked like the moron I am, “How?”
He turned back, “I heard about some NCHS gossip site so I went on google.com and searched for my name and your site came up.”
“I don’t even remember talking about you lately…” and I know that I hadn’t. This must have been an old article.
“Yea, it was a while ago. You called me like, a number 27 or something. You basically said you didn’t like me.” He shrugged and adjusted his glasses.
“I’m sorry, Carson.” Look at that. He has me apologizing now.
“Its ok. You totally rip on Daniel Thai too.” He laughed, “What did that number 27 thing mean anyway?”

He was the second person that day to tell me they searched for the NCHS Gossip page and instead came up with my blog.
Thanks NCHS Junk for bringing me in some hits. I’m getting double the hits I usually get. Seriously. Its cool.

Quote of the day:
Daniel Thai: "It seems as though animals are running on some very complicated computer code."
Class: "What?"
Sandberg: "Explain that please because that sounded very weird.."
Amory: "Wait. I think I know what he's saying!"
-- The fun never ends in my third hour English class

“Yea… ‘cause there’s a “d” in chyll”

OK, I’ve done nothing since Friday..
So Matt said that I should write about our outing at the mall in detail and the crank I had with Cameron my camera (and no Lindsey, I’m not changing Cameron’s name.)

Originally, I planned to take the video I shot from our outing and put it on the site.
Unfortunately, my computer is stupid and my camera didn’t come with the right cord… so… I went to best buy at about 8 PM on Saturday night to buy a cord.
Alls fine and well and happy until I get home and realize that this cord, which is supposed to be the DV cord I need.. is in fact the wrong cord. It turns out it’s the cord I already have! Thanks Best Buy! Despite the fact that you have some hot(t) employees… they’re morons.

But by now, its 9 PM and Best Buy is closed. Thank G0d for Target with its late hours.
OK, so ten PM isn’t late, but its an hour later than Best Buy.. So I go there and I have my camera with me and my mom, determined not to buy the wrong wire again, opens the ridiculously packaged box to make sure the cord fits this time. It does, but when we get home we realize it doesn’t fit into our computer because Max is practically carbon dated. I then dig out the box that Cameron came in and search for any wires that might be tucked under some manuals that I’ll never read.
There is one, but its not for the computer.
Was I Angry? Mad? Sad? Frustrated?
Pretty much.

So I gave up on my search and watched Real Life: I’m a binge drinker on MTV.
Then I went to bed.

Anywho, back track to Friday, after that bitch, excuse me, Lisa Davis, decided to cancel her rendezvous with Matt at the very last possible moment, we decided to go to PV Mall to go on a hunt.
What kind of a hunt?
A MILF Hunt.

No, just kidding..
We just went to hang out and film little kids crying when they sat in the Easter Bunny’s lap (entertainment for the whole family.)

While there, along with my DKNYGAYFCUK theory, Matt came up with his Chyll Theory.
It goes a little something like this;

The word chill should be banned.
As in the word commonly used as a verb;
“Let’s go home and chill.”
That’s not so bad, but when people start using in other forms such as an adjective?
“People tell me I’m a real chill girl.”
Now, tell us. What does that mean? Because if you think about it, when you’re “hot” that saying you’re pretty or good looking… but if you’re ugly are people going to start saying you’re “cold” or you’re “chill”?

Moving on, its also been used as a noun;
For example- “Let’s go to my house where we can sit and be chill.”
Be chill as in a state of being.

People need to know this.
And its not just ‘ethnic’ people using this either.
Its everyone. Even white folk.
The only type of “chill” that should ever be used is when, for example, when making your own Jell-o, you have to let it “chill” in your fridge. That form is ok. And that will be the only form anyone will ever use.
The form when talking about food.
Any other use will be written as follows;
Chyll.

Use it
Practice it
Teach it

Onto other news, Lisa never called Matt, so Matt, along with The Temple of Self-Improvement is Masturbation congregation asks that you pray for his well being in the running in your Pesach and Easter prayers.
Remember, you can vote for him once a day.

Thank you for your time.

Quote of the day:
“It takes a real man to sport a name like Mary.”
-- Matt on whether or not he should legally change his name to “Mary Poppins”

"That’s sweet... My dad sometimes drives my little sister to soccer practice... she's 11"

Good Friday, everyone.
While you guys are doing… whatever it is you do on Good Friday.. I’m sitting here observing Passover (which I am not staying kosher for.. Mainly just to spite Rosenberg who I am hating so very much right now)

Let’s start with where I left off shall we?

I couldn’t tell you what happened Sunday.. Oh, I worked on my poetry project. I worked so hard on that thing. It was awesome too. My ‘poetry is’ quote was about how poetry can happen even when you’re bored at school or something like that… so I made my project look like a regular school notebook and printed my poems in a handwriting font on lined paper to make it look like I did it during school and doodled on the pages and stuff and… this is a run on sentence.. but it looked really cool. lol

Then I did everyone’s Chemistry HW.
Fun times.

That Monday I found out it was a four-day week.
There’s nothing better than finding that out while you’re at school.

If I had blogged Monday, the quote of the day would have been;
Robert Gibboni: “I’m full of myself.”
Rosie: “Yes, but he [some scientist I wasn’t paying attention] had a right to be.”
Class: “woooooooo….”
I think that one pretty much speaks for itself.
Who could forget Robert’s classic entry on The TableUnited, “Myself, when I am Pretty”?

Tuesday was the Teacher Talent Show so I met Matt there. Miss Sandberg did a great job playing the piano. She was so nervous and I was nervous for her, but she did really well. I was proud. I realized that the teacher who actually teaches dance at NCHS can’t dance at all. Jenny and some other English teacher who looks like a younger version of Jenny (both of whom teach dance at a professional school) did a really good job though. I think Matt would agree…

The girls who sat behind us for the first three minutes of the show were so annoying. They didn’t shut up at all and they like, asked us if we wanted their program and stuff. I’m sure they thought they were cool freshmen, anyway, finally one of them was like “Should we move up?” so I turned around and I was like “Yea, I think you should.” I don’t know if they heard me or not, but eventually they did move and I was so very grateful.

Unfortunately, Rosenberg could not attend the teacher talent show.
Tear.
The diva dance just wasn’t the same without her..

Matt ended up taking me home and staying a while. My mom fed him dinner like any other Jewish mother and then after countless flirtations with my her, left so that he could talk to me online.

Apparently, my mother agreed to go to prom with Matt next year?
Yea, I’m gonna have to put my foot down on that one. Sorry Matt.

Wednesday, the school day was boring. Nothing much happened. That night however was the first Passover Seder.
We had like, 16 people at our house that night.
Anyway, for Passover you read the Haddagah, which basically tells the story of Passover and why we do the things we do at Passover. Everyone had theirs out in front of them and we were going around the room taking turns reading when they finally got to me.
Only I wasn’t paying attention to my Haddagah, or any of the service for that matter because I was too busy studying for my chemistry test that Rosenberg scheduled for the next day.
“Stephanie, its your turn to read. Care to join us?” My uncle asked me from the other side of the table.
I looked up from the chem book on my lap, “Oh, I just.. oh. I’m sorry I was studying for… yea. What page are we on?” I felt like I was at school getting caught for not paying attention.
“Page 20. Why don’t you join us and stop studying?” my uncle gave me his look of death.
“You don’t understand! Rosenberg is so horrible!” I would have gone on, but I figured that the middle of a seder was probably not the time to do so.
The entire family was staring at me anyway, so I read the page and then went back to studying the wonder that is the periodic table of elements.

Thursday I only went to school until 4th hour.
Basically, long enough to take the chem test and a vocabulary test in English.
Hey, I’d pick starbucks over Spanish class any day of the week.

That night was the second seder and Matty came over to take part.
My family adores Matt, so everyone was happy when he agreed to come.
He told everyone about his Lisa Davis prom date contest thing and he sat through my dad talking about lighting fixtures and my aunt talking about her college professors. He was a very good sport and read from the Haddagah. He even bonded with my dog Shana. After a year of hatred, they are now friends and accept each other. I am pleased.

Today, Friday, Matt was supposed to go meet this Lisa Davis girl, but she canceled at last minute because she’s a bitch (in my opinion…). So instead, we went to PV Mall and hung out for a bit. To our horror, we ended up seeing Rachel Cruz at the mall, but we avoided her. It was a close call though. We also saw Craig Yee and his mommy walking out of Abercrombie. Awwwww.
By the way;
If you are a guy, do not buy any of Abercrombie’s summer line. Its awful. Save yourself 40 bucks and just wash your shorts and then roll them into a ball and throw dirt at them while they’re still wet. Then let them dry for 2 hours. Unroll and shake out.
Vwala. You just saved yourself some dough, Johnny.

The line is ugly though. And what’s with all the pink oxford style shirts with rolled up sleeves they’re selling? Honestly.

Anywho, while at the mall I came up with the DKNYGAYFCUK theory.
It goes a little something like this-
Gay guys are the only guys who wear expensive designer T-shirts.
“Not true!” you’re saying, but stay with me here.
OK, the exceptions are Polo/Ralph Lauren, Tommy Hilfiger, Hugo Boss, and Calvin Kline because those aren’t overly expensive, and you can get them pretty much anywhere. And GAP because… well, GAP is GAP people..
Because GAP is ok, Old Navy, Structure, and American Eagle are ok too. However, Banana Republic, though owned by GAP, is excluded from this list.
Now, FCUK (French Connection United Kingdom), DKNY (Donna Karen New York), Gucci, Versaci, Guess?, Banana Republic, and Prada are different stories. These designers are more exclusive. You have to actually go to the specific store to buy the specific designer tee that you want.
“Guess? and DNKY are sold at Dillards!” you say.
Very true, but most of their tees are sold at actual Guess? and DNKY store locations.
And think about it.. the two kinds of people who actually truly care about getting a specific kind of tee shirt are… Woman and gay men. They will actually take the time to get the one exact shirt from the one designer company.
Thus my theory.
Of course, there are exceptions.
Girlfriends could buy the shirts for their straight men.
Mothers, Sisters, wives…
Potential boyfriends..could all buy the shirts..
But more often than not, Designer Tee = Female or Gay.
Live by this theory.

That’s been my week and that’s pretty much the end of my blog. Vote for Matt and have a great weekend.

Quote of the day week:
“Yea… this woman called. She said her name was Grandma and I told her I didn’t have one..”
-- Me just being absolutely horrible at Passover.

“Combat Satan.”

OK, here’s the deal.
This isn’t a real update.
I swear, tomorrow I will have a real update. I’m just totally swamped right now.
However, this is important and urgent, so I must blog this right now.

MATT NEEDS HELP!
He’s in the running as one of FOUR finalists in Cactus Shadow High’s Lisa Davis’ search for a prom date.
However, as of right now, the ugly guys are winning so its up to YOU to vote him into the number one slot!

We’re counting on my loyal readers to vote MATT MACDONALD to the top!

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Quote of the day:
“You realize, these are the same outfits that male strippers wear…”
-- Me talking about this kid Kyle Griffith who chooses a different type of work force uniform to wear every year to school.

“Hey, where are you going?”

Its Friday.
Those are two of the nicest words in the English language.. or any language for that matter.

Today was another good day. Not much happened… I took a test in Math and then slept. Chemistry was all right…
Rosie practically attacked me about the Passover thing again.
“Stephanie!” She came up to me as I was staring off into space just after announcements thinking about naugh-tay things, “Do you know if you’re going out of town yet for Passover?”
I looked at Rosie like she was nuts for .002 seconds until I remembered that I had told her I was going out of town yesterday (Because if I don’t have to go to school… then I won’t…).
“Oh, I don’t know yet.” I said.
“I was thinking…. If your mom’s making the second seder, then how can you guys even go out of town the first night?”
Crap.
I didn’t think of that.
Luckily, I can think on my feet.
“Well, its just me.” I lied, “I might be going to my uncle’s in LA. I haven’t seen him in a while.”
“Oh, and she said " That's nice. Are you close to him?"
"Yes, and he has a daughter my age." I added for good measure.
and she replied, “Its so nice when family can get along. Just tell me if you think you're going."

Anywho, I’m thinkin’ now that.. if Rosie’s not going to be at school… then maybe I should just go.
The main reason I wasn’t going to go to school was BECAUSE of Rosie.
But, hell, if the one teacher I can’t stand isn’t going to be there anyway, then I should really wait and just take a day off when I know for sure that the gnome will be at school, that way its not a total waste of a day off ya know?

Plus, if you want to get technical, I’ve missed quite a few days already due to VTL and field trips, and…. Skipping out on Drama class…. But those were all excused by a parent.

Everything else today was pretty boring. I think Daniel Thai may have said something kooky in English… I can’t remember what though… Oh, something about having his heart flutter (he needed an explanation of why a heart would “flutter” during class. He takes everything so literal.) if he met Dr. Steven Ottomeier or something like that. Ask Eric Jeans or D to the T for the correct name, I have no idea.

And.. I was so tired that I came home and immediately fell asleep for two hours. No joke. I had the weirdest dreams too and then I woke up when my sister threw the dog on top of me. That dog is reason I wake up from a nap 9 times out of 10. But gosh darn it, she’s so cute I don’t care.

In other news, while I was half asleep searching the web late at night before I began to blog, I came upon this little doozy of an article about penguins in the South Pole.
Here is an excerpt;
“Cute penguins have sex trade-
According to British press reports, "South Pole scientists have recently observed male Adelie penguins "paying" for sex with hard-to-find pebbles and rocks that females need to build nests. Some of these Antarctic hookers have even discovered that heavy flirting is enough to dupe the male birds in parting with a precious stone."

This article deeply disturbed me.
Penguins are supposed to be adorable, cute, and sometimes cuddly animal bird thingys. I mean, they dress in those strapping tuxedos for G0d’s sake. So I realized, there’s a deeper meaning behind this. There’s a message. That message is; prostitution should be legalized in Arizona.

Maybe, not even Arizona, but around the world.
From the United States to Iraq.
I bet a lot of people could use it there now.
I heard that sex relieves stress.
Unfortunately, I wouldn’t know this from personal experience.
Also, all of those little girls in the Korean brothels? That’d be almost legal now (since its still pedophilia it wouldn’t be quite legal.)
People need to think about the upside; legalizing prostitution could better our economy and the moods of hard working honest business people every where.

I just don’t see what could be so bad about it if penguins do it.

Yea, that’s it for me. I’m really tired and probably not making any sense so off I go to bed.

Quote of the day:
Lindsey: “Who's humping the table?”
Omaya: "Me."
-- Randomness during lunchtime.

“It was probably a rookie!”

Yea… Yea I know. I haven’t blogged since Saturday.
I apologize to all five of my fans, that kid in the Ukraine, and Andrew who needs to steal something from my blog in order to make a decent entry in his.

By the way, this blog is NOT dedicated to Matt.

Not a hell of a lot has happened since Saturday.
Um.. Sunday… what did I do Sunday? Nothing. I didn’t do anything.
Monday… more of the same. I can’t even remember what happened Monday. I took the poetry test in English. That was pretty much my day.

Tuesday, however, was a very good day indeed.
Yes, yes it was.

I did the usual sit and draw in math class followed by a lab in Chem, which meant basically I had free hours for first two periods of school.

In third hour we started the poem seminar. I hate hate hate seminars, but this one isn’t too bad.
Its actually… dare I say it.. fun.

We’ll be doing this seminar the next two weeks I believe if we keep at the pace we’re going. We get through about four people reading their poems a day. I went today actually and it wasn’t too bad at all. I did well. I had background information on my author as an extra touch and double whammy- I made the class laugh (with me, not at me.) so, it was cool.

So far the seminar highlight has been Daniel Thai spinning inside the circle in a most violent manner in order to pick the next person to go. He was spinning so hard he fell. I just thought I had to report that. I can’t believe Daniel Thai even agreed to spin himself in the first place.

During lunch Tuesday I was half asleep and then Andrew yelled at me (and Amanda actually) for no reason. Fun stuff.

Ya know. I’m just gonna skip over the rest of the boring stuff and get to why my day was so cool that particular Tuesday.

So Tuesday night was the LAST VTL get together of the year.
The last…
I was so close to being late to the graduation too because my mother got lost.
How unusual.
She forgot the invitation and had to think from memory what building the ceremony was located in. Luckily, she hit it right when she remembered the 200 building down town, so alls well that ends well.

There weren’t enough seats (seeing as how we got there about thirty seconds before it started) so my mother and I sat separately.

Halfway through the ceremony, I turned around to my mother seated two rows behind me to ask her if she wanted the digital camera when who should I see coming in late and taking a vacant seat next to my mother?

That’s right. Andy.

I have no idea what my mother was saying to the kid, but they were laughing and 99.9% of my brain thinks that she was making fun of me. If you’ve ever met my mother, you know its all in fun so don’t freak out thinking that I have some horrible mother, because I don’t. We’re really close. Freaky Gilmore Girl close.

Anyway, after the ceremony, Andy came up to me and we talked, and hugged, and took pictures (SEE PICTURE PAGE) and then, Annoying Jew Girl comes up to me totally ruining the moment.

“Hey!” she clasped onto my back like a monkey attacking… something.. (Do monkey’s attack things? Maybe the monkey thing was a bad analogy. Never mind.)
“Oh hi.” I greeted her with a real smile (but only because I was smiling at Andy.)
“I can’t believe this is it!” She sighed looking around the massive front hall of the 200 building.
Andy gave me the “I’m just gonna be over there…” head nod. I don’t think he could tell my eyes were screaming for him to somehow get me away from the Annoying Jew Girl.
“Yea…” I said not even looking at her but instead staring at the back of Andy’s head as he walked over to Paul.
“I’m gonna miss these brownies.” AJG said to me as she shoved almost an entire brownie into her mouth. It was the one thing I could agree with her on. Those brownies were good, dammit. “My mom never buys baked goods,” She continued, “So whenever I’m here I try to eat as many as I can!”
Finally, my escape.
“Speaking of moms…” I started, “Where’s mine?”
“What?” AJG asked with a mouth full of brownie, but it was too late, I was gone.

I found Andy again and we talked while looking over the VTL pictures taken throughout the program and.. it was just nice. We’re gonna keep in touch and I’m gonna stay in touch with a few other people too. However, these people are not as important as Andy, therefore, they don’t get a mention.

So I know that this doesn’t sound fantastic to you… but, if I were to tell you everything that happened and how giddy I was when I got home that night, you’d think I was a freak. Instead, I keep it to myself and try to stay a little dignified…

Wednesday I was in such a ridiculously good mood. The whole day was great. Everything seemed to be bright and cheery and… just… good.
It was good. Good day.
Even though I totally bombed my Spanish test.. lol Still, it was a great day. I was even overly perky in drama and that’s when I realized how annoying I was being. Everyone in drama for some reason was utterly depressed and I was going around saying “This has been the best day!” I’ve never seen so many people who wanted to strap me to a chair and gag me in my life.

Thursday was another great day.
Took a vocab test in Math and then I was able to sleep the rest of the hour.

In Chemistry, I told Rosie I might not be at school for Passover…
“Why are you making the seder dinner?” She asked me.
“Uh… no.. but I don’t think I’ll be at school.” I said.
I never go to school the first day of Pesach ever.
“Then why won’t you be at school?” She questioned.
The class was silent as she stared me down.
“Because I might be going out of town.” I lied. Hey, I don’t want her mad at me.
“Oh ok.” She nodded in approval, “Well, I won’t be here because I’M MAKING THE SEDER DINNERS!” She shouted.
So let me get this.. its ok for her to be gone…. But not me… I do help my mom. Yea, I’m not making the whole thing.. but I have always stayed home for Passover. Its MY tradition.
No bread… no school.
Works for me.
Rosie then carried on for five minutes about Passover and what a big huge deal it is and how much stuff she has to do.
“Yea, I know. My mom already started making the chopped liver for the second seder.” I told Rosie.
She stopped dead in her tracks. “But your house isn’t pesachdict!” She screeched (That means Kosher for Passover where you throw everything that has yeast or flour in it away basically.).
Now… the thing with my family is…
We don’t throw out our bread or anything for Passover… We don’t have separate pots and pans for dairy and meat and then another set for bread things to use when its not Passover. We don’t do that… We’re not orthodox. We observe the holidays, we won’t eat bread during the holiday, I know the traditions, but some of the laws are absurd. Apparently, Rosie, is a G0dly Jew though.. I’m surprised she doesn’t have a mezuzah over room 271’s door.
“You can’t start making things if your house isn’t pesachdict!” She said again in that nasal voice of hers with the fake Brooklyn accent that.. well, might actually be real.
“Yea, but, my mom has a huge family.” I tried to dignify my situation.
“Oh well I don’t EVER start to cook until MY house is COMPLETELY pesachdict.” She said. Then carried on another 5 minutes about the different pots and pans she has to have because of the kosher laws and how she cleans out her house because she’s a good Jew.

I had to explain to Lisa Wade after school that not ALL Jews are like Rosenberg.
Like.. Me.
I’m not like Rosenberg.
This made her feel better.

I came home and slept.
This has been my week.
Scrubs is on tonight. Do yourself a favor and watch it so you can have a laugh.

Quote of the day, no, week:
“I had a tan until they invented the internet. That’s the last day I saw light..”
-- David Lorenzi on Monday

“It was either a woman or a gay man… we’re not sure.”

Well yesterday morning started out pleasant…
Just to clarify for everyone; that was sarcasm.

First, I found that the battery to the digital camera was left at home which meant no pictures from the VTL Meeting.
Yea. I know.
I was cranked too.
And second, I didn’t have coffee and my mom got a little lost on the way to the VTL meeting.

Luckily, the day picked up… Kinda.
As I was walking up to the building that was located somewhere in Tempe, I saw Andy coming up at the same time.
That sounds like the beginning of some story, but it really isn’t. He just happened to arrive the same time as me. That’s all.

Walking in, we were ushered in to sign in and such and out of the corner of my eye I saw Annoying Jew Girl. I quickly turned away (because if you look at her she’ll steal your soul!) but it was too late. She saw me and swiftly made her way over.
I quickly became super interested in whatever Andy’s friend Paul was saying to me.
“Heya!” Annoying Jew Girl punched me in the shoulder. (1st offense)
“Crap,” I think to myself as I turn around, “Oh hey!” I instantly turned back to my conversation with Paul and Andy.
AJG tapped me on the shoulder (2nd offense), “You seem kinda depressed. Why?”
I stared her down (she’s a midget. Did I forget to mention that?) “Um… I do? Why?”
She shrugged, “I dunno…….. are youuuuuuu?”
“No..” (I’m really not!)
“You sure?”
“Yea, positive.”
“I usually know these things.” She insisted.
“OK, well, you’re not right this time.” I said to her.
“Really?” She seemed surprised.
“Yea, really.” I nodded.
“Oh…” She looked like she was about to say something else but I turned back to Paul and AJG left me in search of the one other Jew in the group.

We took our seats soon after that. I sat drinking useless warm brown water that the VTL people call ‘coffee’ while listening to Lou Goodman (who was played by Rick Moranis) introduce the first speaker of the day; Chief Justice Charles E. Jones (Played by Michael Caine). Unfortunately, while Mr. Jones was talking, I could barely pay attention. I did notice that Mr. Goodman actually fell asleep a few times right in front of everyone (he was sitting at a table facing the audience). His head would fall and then he’d snap back up a few moments later looking around to make sure no one saw him.
I saw you, Mr. Goodman. I saw you.

As I looked around though, a lot of people were asleep. I noticed that some of the adults were passing notes to each other and playing hang man. One kid, Jason, was blatantly asleep and drooling. The kids who weren’t asleep just looked angry. This reminded me of Chem class, where I would have been at the time if I wasn’t at VTL.
It almost made me wish I was in Chem.
Almost..

I didn’t get angry though. Instead I wrote a poem so it looked like I was interested and taking notes on the speaker. It goes a little something like this;
My Bored Poem:
The Coffee at Valley Teen Leadership is REALLY awful
They should make this stuff unlawful
At least the muffin isn’t bad
It might be stale though, just a tad.
Charles Jones, despite his position, is really boring
And its hard to hear him over the audience’s snoring
Even Lou over there is falling asleep
Gosh, his tie looks totally cheap
This is the last VTL meeting of the year
But right now I find it hard to stifle a tear
And alas, now I bring this poem to an end
For, now I have a lecture I have to listen to, or, at least pretend.

I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did.
I wonder if I can use that for my poem project? Hmm..

The key to looking like you’re paying attention during a lecture (Or class) while writing is really quite simple. Look at the person who is speaking between lines and make eye contact (or at least try to) and nod. Nod as you write too. Look, Pause, Nod, Write. Make it a habit.

I barely listened to a thing Jones said. I caught a word here and there. He started talking about the Arizona budget and I kind of just shut off. It was a major issue with the adults though and they got into some heated discussion on it. At one point, he used the word “erroneous” and I had this whole Ally McBeal moment where I imagined all 150 people and Chief Justice Charles E. Jones singing “Razzle Dazzle” from Chicago. This entertained me for a good four minutes. After I came out of my trance and realized I was not Roxie Hart, I started to get into the discussion about judges, despite being appointed by politicians, not being political. As I sat there actually paying attention, I thought to myself “Wow, this must be what its like to be Jenna Stokes.” The adults had this huge fight over the judge topic. It made it almost interesting.

The most exciting part of the 2 hour lecture came when Jason’s table decided to wake him up by pushing the table he was drooling on out from underneath him causing him to wake up startled with a “What the hell?!”

Then Charles said “Our time is up” and suddenly all of the teens perked up and sat up straight.

After that, we had some really good speakers who talked about racial profiling. They made it entertaining for everyone and didn’t just talk in monotone.

I even listened to the entire thing.
Did you know that ARS 28-795 in the DPS codebook states that you must walk in a purposeful manner across the street at a crosswalk? Its true. If an officer is having a bad day and you’re dancing across the street, or even just bopping your head, you can get arrested. Chances are, that’s never ever gonna happen, but, be careful out there. It’s a dangerous world.
Yea, see, I learn stuff at VTL.

Lunch time was fun. I sat with Andy and then we hung out with some of the other VTLers outside.

After lunch we had some kids come in to talk about what Juvenile hall is like. Apparently, its not fun. So… don’t go.

The meeting was supposed to end at 3:30 PM, but usually, almost always, we end at least half an hour early. So around 3, when we were wrapping up, everyone was all happy because it was the very last one we had to go to (except for graduation night) and we were once again, getting out early. However, the director of the program, Scott, did a very silly thing. He asked if anyone had any last questions.
“Yea, I do.” Annoying Jew Girl raise her hand.
Everyone in the audience groaned.
This girl is the epitome of every Katie Davids wannabe out there.
I’m not even joking when I say this girl took ten minutes to explain her questions and ten minutes answering them herself. We didn’t get out of the meeting until 3:40 because of her.
LATE.
I couldn’t believe it.

When I got home, I had about twenty minutes before I was supposed to meet my family at The Cheesecake Factory for dinner because my uncle was in town.
Then I came home and went to bed around 1 AM when Matt told me I had stopped making sense.

I haven’t done much of anything today. I have HW to work on, so I should probably do that.

Quote of the day:
“You’re really a slut aren’t you?”
-- My uncle once again trying to pry into my lack of love life

“I don’t see you. I just see boobs.”

Today had a good air about it… it was nice. Jolly if you will. I enjoyed it.
There should be more days like this.

I went to the Phoenix Art Museum. I love field trips. Honestly, who doesn’t?
The art docent (AKA: the tour guide) was a real bitch and a half. She seriously looked like a nazi too. I’m not joking. She had this whole sash thing going on with the pins and the shiny black shoes and stockings. Black hair secured tightly in a bun... Tad on the creepy side.. She came onto our bus and without introducing herself and quickly made this announcement;
“There is to be no food, no drinks, no gum, no cameras, no touching of the paintings, and no talking once we enter the building. Stay with your chaperone at all times. If any of these rules are broken, the entire school group will be asked to leave. Thank you. Also, if you have any purses, bags, or backpacks, please refrain from taking them into the Phoenix Art Museum.”
I looked to Alicia, “I wonder if we can even look at the paintings?”
Apparently the docent believed we were all carrying little purple spray cans so that we could write “NCHS ROX” on all of the Picasso’s.

Once we got inside, I decided to rebel.
I did not throw away my gum and I took… get ready…. Photos.
Yes. I did.

But what is it about the guards at the art museum? OK, first of all, for some reason, they believe they know as much as the art docents about the paintings. That’s kind of annoying. Second of all, most of them look so bored that they’d get you for coughing too loud just so that they have something to do. There’s always at least one ass of a security guard just waitin’ for some shmuck to breathe on a painting.
“SIR! I’m going to have to ask you to step back from the painting!” And they rush the poor 80 year old that the Sun City Senior Center bused in. They tackle anyone who comes as much as 2 feet to any wall that holds a piece of art work and then give you a lecture on why no one is allowed to be that close to the painting and how you shouldn’t touch the walls. Then the guard continues to glare at you for the next fifteen minutes like you’re gonna try to stuff a Van Gough in that purse, bag, or backpack that you’re really not supposed to have in the art museum, or, even worse, use flash photography!
Which, by the way.. I did not do.
I turned my flash off.. but simply because I was worried about getting caught.
Fun with digital cameras.

When we got back to school there were only about twenty minutes left, so I stayed in Sturgell’s room and just sat and did nothing with Alicia.

Good day.
Tomorrow I have my LAST VTL Meeting.
*tear*
But that means I don’t have to go to school!
Still have to get up early though…

Quote of the day:
Stefi: I'm sorry, did you say something?
Matt: you make me wish i was never born
Stefi: that's cute, did we enter the realm where suddenly I give a donkey's ass?
Matt: donkey's ass? what? realm?
Matt: what, u find a dictionary or something?
Stefi: yea, I'm done
Matt: bee yatch
Matt: when its ur turn to talk
Matt: ill pull on the leash
Matt: lol
Matt: that was good
Matt: admit it
-- Matt and I during our “fight”. We constantly spew insults back and forth at each other. I always lose.

“I laugh because you’re stupid.”

Oh, what a day.
First off, let me begin by saying that I’m not lovin’ Rosie at the moment. I’m wishing the Chem Lab would burn down in a freak accident (or arson, whichever). TWO HOURS it took me to do the HW tonight. I dunno if its just because I’m a fucking moron or what, but TWO HOURS.
TWO.

Anyway,
Yesterday was a half-day and my hair looked good. That’s how I categorize my days; on whether my hair looked good or not. I think Andrew does the same..
But yea.. so after school I went out and aboot with Heath and then I came home and my old friend/neighbor Elizabeth came over. I hadn’t seen her in forever so it was really nice to catch up. She stayed for a while and then I napped for twenty minutes.
Napping is good and I don’t think anyone does enough of it.
However, this nap was not enough and I was half asleep the rest of the night, so I went to bed (semi) early (11 PM) for me.

Today was not a half-day, which was disappointing.
To make up for the lack of half-day I decided not to do anything in math class.
I took notes and then doodled for 40 minutes. I won’t do it again tomorrow, but I just didn’t feel like working when I knew that I had to go to Rosie’s class second hour.

I made it through Rosie’s class though without making a total ass of myself or falling asleep completely. That’s a plus. I’m sorry, but unlike Daniel Thai, I hardly find Chemistry all that titillating. I think I’d rather sit through some Jennifer Love Hewitt movies than learn about Ionic Bonding or the Periodic Table for that matter.
Ugh. Matter. We learn about that too.

During lunch, I heard this announcement for a drama club year book picture.
I’ve been to ONE drama club meeting (but I’m in drama class..).. and I was bored (I didn’t have any Spanish HW to do) so I turned to Amanda and said, “Wanna go crash the drama year book picture?” She chewed her teriyaki chicken and thought, “Yea, ok.” She shrugged.
We made our way to the drama room and just as I suspected, there were a whole five people there. Mr. Bush looked delighted to see us.
“Hello Girls.” He cooed.
We took the picture (after waiting about ten minutes so that we could scrounge up about ten more people to make it look like there were ACTUAL members of drama club) and… that was my lunch hour.

In Spanish I had Newman from Seinfeld as a sub again. She’s pretty nice though, so I don’t mind her. The smart kid who sits next to me (found out his name was Paul today) was talking about colleges with me (he’s a junior). Apparently he got a brochure from Berkeley. The college I want to go to. Not fair. I keep getting all of these brochures and letters from colleges I’ve never even heard of. Lewis and Clark? Adelphi?
And they all say the same thing;
“Despite being a sophomore, now is a wonderful time to begin planning your college experience! Spring is a great season to go get a full tour of our beautiful campus………”

Oh well.

Nothing really happened the rest of the day.
I have a field trip tomorrow.. I thought it’d get me out of Chem, but it doesn’t.
Big disappointment. Gets me out of Spanish though.

Quote of the day:
“She’ll ask you what you like best about OPEC.”
-- Me talking about this Lisa Davis who has this whole Oil and Economics fetish.

"Remember when I was high?"

I have stuff to write but I am so tired. I'm barely making sense at the moment, so I will blog everything tomorrow.
I will however, give you a quote of the day-

Quote of the day:
Matt: me and judy just had an argument
Stefi: about what?
Matt: im trying to do this lab and she wants me to put a thing of laundry in
Matt: i was like
Matt: there is no way
Matt: im busy
Matt: and she went insane
Matt: called me a lazy fucking idiot
Matt: lol
Stefi: I'm sorry
Matt: and i said
Matt: yeah
Matt: i hate you
Matt: and shes like
Stefi: lol
Matt: i hate you too
Matt: we are moving up in our relationship
Matt: lol
Stefi: lol
Stefi: you two are really evolving
Stefi: Kinda reminds me of the big fight I had with my dad
Matt: i thought of that
Matt: lol
Stefi: lol
Stefi: you thought of me fighting with my dad?
Matt: i did
Matt: lol
Stefi: lol
Stefi: well then
-- Another touching moment between Matty and I where even when arguing with his step-mom he thought of me. That's friendship right there people.

I'm so tired.