Tired. Very very tired, still faced with two dance classes tommorow X (. I want to sleep in the most comatose way imaginable for as long as I can.
All of the good things about ninth grade are packed into two days.
Formal-Yes!! Good stuff actually. Not as bad as I percieved. Bartle got me a corsage :-O w/ roses! whoa. That was somewhat unnexpected, but cool nontheless. And it had a black rzibbon in it so it matched. Ooo. There will be pictures.
On the best dressed list for girls were Courtney O'conor, who I barely recognized, Hannah Zwil wearing this amazing red dress that I wanted to steal, Jenna silver in a yellow one with a yellow hibiscus in her hair, Ashley Cole in this green thing with bows on the back, Emily Quinn in this black thing w/ budderflies on it, and Noel in her cool poofy black skirt, pinstriped top thing, and chucks. Guys best dressed, Pat Distill in his white gloves and tophat, Nate jones in pinstriped suit, white pimp hat w/ feather, and cane, and Jason Nicholades in retro pale blue 70's suit. Kelly Kinslow wins the most improved hair award. Marco. Polo.
Dorney was today. Amazing. Frolicking around a park w/ Molly Rose. YAy! I rode all the rollercoastings for once. And some upside down crud. Blast and a half. I nearly screamed myself to explosion on the salt and pepper shakers. The pictures of me and molly on the rollercoasters are hi-larous. We are either making gangster symbols or scratching our chins thougtfully. I was screaming in only two, but my hair was like VOMF in all of them. I was also molly's DDR minion. (those of you who don't know, DDR=Dance Dance Revolution. You know, that video game w/ the squares you jump on..). Molly is f***ing amazing. I was already aware of this, but not to that extent. We had half the arcade watching her. She was like doing it on her knees, then like running around the back of it and jumping over the metal bar and landing on the squares with out missing a beat. I was the water girl. Yeehaw. I suck at DDR. I've only played once, and I was very, very bad. Apparently when she does it with her friends they switch machines mid-song. Wish I had that kind of skill.
Rollercoasters and thrill rides in general are now on my cool list. Cool.
I am sleepy. I like cheese. Cheese is good for me.
"Ahhh I got meat all over my shoes!"-I stepped in hamburger.
I feel sleepy.

Thrift store amazingness. Currently wearing ultra-chic polka dot floor lenth dress buttton thingie. Cuteness et comftorbility. It rocks my bare, smelly feet.
I understand and experience Ryan's blog very frequently. But what do you say when you understand. "I know what you mean". Bit of a conversation ender, or an opener to indulge on your own experiences. If you want to express "I know what you mean" that isn't the way to say it, although thats what you mean to say. Theres "I understand". Thats a bit better, but not quite much. "I know where you're coming from". Why does that sound fake? "yeah". Impersonal. But what we usually end up saying. I prefer silence. Some people don't quite understand the value of silence. Silence lets me think. I say more meaningful things, bring up a more talkable subject, when i've had a chance to wonder. Or sometimes my mind is blank and I wait for the other person to say something.
Dissected the rest of sir froggenheimer today. Smelly, satisfying, and quite interesting. The fat is bright yellow! ooooo. Yellow.
"Theres always that underlying fear that somewhere, somehow, a duck is watching you."-Gary Larson

I am grateful for a few things.
I am grateful for the ability to sleep or daydream when it all comes too much.
I am grateful for people that understand when I need silence.
I am grateful for being able to talk when I have nothing to say.
I can lie. Its not right. It's never right. But it keeps the calm.
When the unexpected happens, you just have to keep on sliding. Even if it's not supposed to directly affect you, sometimes it does. I thirst for sleep, silence, a coma. Unending blackness I can feel. When I wake up after a long enough silence, everyone seems better off for seeing me.
The worst pain of all is when I have to think my own problems out. It isn't good for me to dwell on other people's, but it makes me feel better more often than not. If anyone has anything to get off their mind ever, i'm here. I can't always respond. I proably won't even give you a relevant answer. But hearing makes me feel better that I heard, talking sometimes makes people feel better that they spoke.
Again, thrift store today at 3h05 if you want to come.
"If you take an eye for an eye, all you get is two blind men."-Ghandi

Human speech is great. You can say something, get out all the emotion you need to, express it perfectly, and no one ever need know whats really going on.
I'm glad people liked my souveneirs. I have a odd talent for picking out things for people. I know what makes peoples brains go (???!??!?!) or (YES!). I can't offer advice on what to give people, because I never know what it is until I see it. I didn't walk into new york going "yeah, I have to pick up melissa 14 insanely small colored pencils, that would be perfect!". Like I knew that was there.
Thrift store w/ Molly again tommorow :D!!!!!!!!!!!!! 50% off sale going on now. Should you read this before tuesday at 3:05, feel free to meet us outside the little theater and come along.
Who eats chicken? I EAT CHICKEN. And I dissect frogs with a smile. I hold mine in bare hands while I cut them. Never mind the streams of frog juice. It was odorless anyway.
Bought my formal ticket. Convinced Matt to cut his hair (finally, i don't trus people when i can't see their eyes. In any other case it would be extremely shallow, but his bangs are growing straight to the tip of his nose). So. That should be fun. Matt is a sweet kid. Annoying, but extremely sweet.
Talked to two people on the phone today. Record for me. I'm horrible on the phone. But when I talk, i say whats on my mind. However long that may take. And it involves silence more often than not.
My humor is a good solace. It makes people smile, that makes me happy.
Everybody who reads this is awesome and special. I mean everybody. Dee, Sage, Ryan, Katie, Almeda, Neil, Emily, Alison, Melissa, Marley, Alyssa, Olga, Molly...everybody. You all rock.
"In the fourteenth century, people didn't brush their teeth."-(says nothing..winks at KT and Marley) oo they have a bit to s'plain.

Cast a ribbon to the sky
when sun is shining bright.
Grasp the sparkling paper shield
that breaks up in the night.
When the darkness to you comes
so does the undertone
far too late for symmetry
I'm alone..I'm alone...

"Drain the lizard."-Sobe cap.

Finished a very delicious term paper.
Some excerpts.
" Killing someone won’t prove you right. If you have a blue pen and say it’s red, and someone corrects you, stabbing him or her in the eye with the pen will not make it any less blue."

"The purpose of the crusades was to regain the holy cities for their own. Let me run a similar scenario by you. Your little brother steals one of your stuffed animals that you’ve had since you were two, and it’s very dear and precious to you. You whack your brother in the head, giving him a concussion and nearly killing him, and then proceed to rip the head off your stuffed animal. All you get is a half formed bear and someone you love who didn’t even do anything that bad is permanently damaged"

My term papers are rather unruly. I think last years started as such "James Buchanan was a shovonist pig who never deserved to be president". Ooo score.
You know, John Nash dealt with psycosis to keep his math intact. I am weary to take depression drugs for fear of losing the beautifully violent art I've started to produce. Dad has met John Nash a few times. Says he's a good guy. Huh.

"It isn't necessary to imagine the world ending in fire or ice. There are two other possibilities-paperwork and nostalgia."-Frank Zappa