"Blow harder, Jon! I know you can do it!"

I’m in Vegas at the moment, but I finally have access to a computer (my parents said Niche Niche to bringing my laptop, Ferris) over at my uncle’s house (where we are eating for Thanksgiving) so I decided to write a quick entry to say hey to my readers. Vegas is fun. I kind of like the fact that if I really wanted to, I could go down the lobby at the hotel and grab anything from Starbucks to a taco at anytime of day or night. And if I so desire, I can drink and smoke anywhere I please!

The one bad thing about Vegas, other than the ridiculously gorgeous yet tacky girls everywhere, is the fact that I am not yet 18 and therefore can’t do anything fun (but eat).

So far though, we've only been lost 45 times and my sister has only complained 9,943 times.

Pictures galore and a log when I get back.

I think I’m turning into Taylor more and more each day. Look out people. Soon I may just start wearing sandals with socks and shorts.


Quote of the day week night thingy:
“Make sure you wash your hands! Wash your hands!”

- The manager at Jack in the Box to his employee when we were on the road and stopped to eat there.

Oh, and Happy Thanksgiving, everyone. Be thankful for family, friends, music, porn, food, and TiVo.

"You didn't pull away, and I was forced to continue."

I suppose its time that I update. Or something.

The play is tonight, which, like DJ, I kind of forgot about.. oops. I don’t know how that happened. Probably because I’m so ridiculously tired. I’m having the hardest time sleeping lately. Consequently, this means this update probably won’t be good/funny etc. But nonetheless, do yourself a favor and enjoy it.

I’m not really sure what’s happened since the last time we stumbled paths. I’ve probably missed school once or twice for no reason (or at least a class or two) and I was probably late for.. no, I know I’ve been late for at least three events of some sort, and yes, ladies and gentlemen, I’ve gotten myself a boyfriend.

Not really on that last one. My life is kind of on the boring, stressed, hazy due to lack of sleep, ridiculously unfunny side lately. I can’t seem to get a good blog up, or for that matter, a decent editorial.

Its just been one of those weeks.

More than anything I’ve just been thinking about how sad I’ll be when I leave NCHS and how I’ll probably end up one of those loser kids who keep coming back for football games (when they never attended to begin with) and random teacher visits.
“Ugh, look at that,” the students of North Canyon always say of the returning alumni, “that’s soooooooooo pathetic.”
“Yeah,” agrees student number two, “and it looks like they put on the freshman fifteen.”

And then they get kicked off of the school property and have a court order filed against them that they can’t visit during school hours. Or was that just Justin?


All right, no time for fun and games, citizens! I actually have to be ON TIME tonight. KILL THE PEOPLE FELLOW CAST MEMBERS!

Quote of the day:
Ms. Holden: “I like to have a drink every now and again.”
Thomas, Crystal, me: “We KNOW.”
-- Ms. Holden talking to Mrs. M-T at our Socratic Seminar and TC&me recalling an earlier Josh Bjarko conversation about a Carungi party that Holden attended.

25 days.

Redesign

supercommon: hey if your blog looks gay for a day, is that ok?

The change is beginning. Just a warning.

We're like Bonnie and Clyde. Wait... they died too didn't they?

I can't believe school is tomorrow. I'm so upset. Here's a quick recap of this weekend.

So this four day weekend I… (Yeah, another list. Deal with it. I have an article to write.)

• Made two new friends
• Ate my weight in bread.
  
• Captured the greatest moment [so far] in IB history.
  
• Was an accessory to a crime, sort of.
  
• Ran away in the dead of night to......... CVS with Thomas (except my mom knew).
  
• Didn’t get shot with Thomas when we ran away to CVS.
  
• Decided not to overanalyze anymore.
  
• Saw a lot of breasts.
  
• Was depantsed.
  
• Had Appletinis.
  
• Saw The Graduate at Gamage.
  
• Didn’t go to bed before 4 am any of the nights.
  
• Was yelled at for saying "ass."
  
• Slept in.
  
• Knew she would know.
  
• Fixed my iPod.
  
• Went through three camera batteries in one night.
  
• Gave up on random boys.
  
• Was fifteen minutes late for rehearsal again because I can’t drag myself out of bed on time.
  
• Had to play Mom.
  
• Got lost [again] when trying to find a house.
  
• Decided that no one would ever want to "R" her.
  
• Realized THAT'S WHAT YOU GET!
  
• Went to Fascinations, but I didn’t go in.
  
• Saw Eminem at Taco Bell at 2:30 AM. Kind of.
  
• Shoved pretzels down people’s throats and forced them to chew.
  
• Helped a grown boy put on his pants.
  
• Decided that Hugh Grant is hot, but I love Collin Firth.
  
• Agreed to have Taylor make my blog pretty sometime this week, hopefully.
• Had a great time, as trite as that sounds.

Quote of the day:

"Stop fudging with my fudge hole."

-- Thomas

"Oh... my... G0d..."

So this weekend I have to be vague by order of the court.

- Rehearsals without certain people = relaxing, fun, jovial, enjoyable!
- Eventually we all get sucked back into human drama. It’s inevitable.
- Don’t read into things because you’re so wrong.
- Apparently, not everyone remembers my name.
- Paris Hilton is wrong! Second day make up is disgusting.
- She still never faxed me anything back, so therefore, I still hate her.
- Britney is pregnant.
- Oh, and don’t buy her DVD.
- Ask and you shall receive… ugh.
- Thanks for letting me upload, Taylor.
- Like anyone would want to "R" her.
- THAT'S WHAT YOU GET!
- Good morning, Mr. Jones! Here’s your orange juice you mother fucker!
- I thought you hated me?
- I decided making new friends and proving that the hype is all wrong is fun.
- Mr. Bush cast Rump wrong.
- So, apparently, I'm the mom.
- I saw a lot of people this weekend. And I don’t think they remember, so thank g0d I have the pictures.
- You know what’s not fun? Being depantsed. I will get you back.
- I’ve got a lot of stuff to do. And I haven’t started any of it.
- I am always the last to fall asleep.
- I am not a Tiff.
- The gnome is sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo hot.
- The gnome is the party. "gnomeclature".
- Like three people understand that last one at all.
- If its wet, don’t touch it.
- Talking to the mirror is like talking to you except its me.
- She’s so sorry its not even funny.

Quote of the day night that I can actually use:

"I peed again!"

-- Xenia

“Did you get into a fight with a vacuum cleaner?”

I don’t really know how to start off this blog without sounding trite, but thank the good lord Richard Lewis that it is Friday. I mean Wednesday. I mean.. yeah. Wednesday.

I’m completely half asleep, but I’ll see what I can do with this entry.

Ok, first off, let me get one thing out of the way; I’m not going to talk about the elections in my blog. Its over. Its old. And I’ve heard enough from the other people out there. Frankly, I’m a little tired of the ol’ “I hate Bush!” and “Kerry, man, what an ass!” argument, and I see no point in blogging about it.

I’d like to know though; why did the media give Bush the color red for his states? Red is a power color. Are the networks trying to infer something by giving Kerry the blue [read: wimpy] color for his states? What up, America? Fuck yeah!

Lindsay’s party was seriously the most fun I’ve had in the longest time. The karaoke, the trampoline, the hot tub, Taylor taking all of those horrible pictures of us. Man. Everyone has to live up to that now. I suppose Janna had the most fun that night, acting out her secret yearning to be Jewel by spending the night in Rae’s car writing poetry. OK, I made up the last bit about poetry (although, I wasn’t there, so it could have been true), but jeeze guys, the next time you need a place to stay, call me.

Mandi’s in-class birthday party was a success. The cake was fabulous. Earth tones galore, gummi worms, and chocolate. It wasn’t the prettiest cake we’d made, but it was definitely the best tasting. Also, most difficult to cut. Consider experimentation with gummi products over. But it was fun while it lasted.

Rehearsals for Grease (go see it) are so much freaking fun. I think I enjoy filling in for people more than anything else. That and I get to be the girl in the movie theatre scene voice over. I get to be breathy, near orgasm, hit on by DJ, Thomas, and Eric (and that’s not even in the script), and still stay anonymous in the play. Its perfect. None of the commitment, all of the fun.

Naturally, pictures of these events sooner or later. But I’m at war with photobucket.
Currently, photobucket is winning.

So tired.

Quote of the day:
“Think bad porn.”
-- What Mr. Bush whispered in my ear when I wasn’t quite as breathy as he wanted me to be.

"Well, naturally."

Actual update later, I promise, but while I have three seconds;

When exactly did Hank Azaria produce his smokin' hot body? Was this before or after The Simpson's Salary Fiasco?



Now, I guess I'll TiVo Huff. Thanks, Showtime.

Quote of the day:
Mmmmmmm I'll get back to you on that.

“What are you? An Indian?”

Fuckin’ Mondays.

I had the hardest time getting up this morning (as some of you who actually went to school may have noticed).

I had fun this weekend though. Friday, Daniel, Ashley, and I wanted to commit a “love crime” (instead of hate crime) to Jake’s car (which would include toilet paper, lip stick, and probably honey). Instead, we ended up going to StephanieBrown’s house at midnight because we couldn’t get to Jake’s car (Sigh. There’s always next week).

Saturday was the all day way too long wanted to go home at 9:15 AM (the same time I got there because I was late) rehearsal until 1 PM. I’m over the jitterbug. Afterwards I napped (and it was lovely) before heading over with Janna to Rachael’s annual Halloween party. Janna looked amazing as Paris to be perfectly honest. Slut and Janna go together like peanut butter and chocolate. I’m not saying Janna is a slut, but she looked really good dressed up as one.

I had to take my Nicole Richie wig off halfway through the night because it was annoying. After I took it off I ended up looking a little like Christina Ricci (before her anorexia)/Winnona Ryder post Little Women but Pre Sax shoplifting spree. It worked though. As always, pictures when I can be bothered to post them.

Sunday I was supposed to go hang out with Janna again and go to Taylor’s party with her, but I ended up taking my sister trick or treating instead. I was ok with that because I get all of her chewy sweet tarts (of which there are plent-ay).

Short uninteresting blog today as I have two tests to study for tonight.

Quote of the day: