a_namelessface

Ballroom Blitz

2006-02-14T01:18:40Z

Hi!!!
I havent updated in quite a long time.
All sorts of stuff has happened to me, and i always thing, wow, i should write that so i dont forget it.
but the dumbass that i am, its gone in like, 4 minutes.
And in several cases, that is enough time for me to get to the computer and write it, but as i am lazy, it never quite works out.
So.
we went to the Lion King on superbowl sunday, we got a backstage tour and it was all on eof the most amazing things EVER.
Very very a lot.
yes.
so then....
i dont remember
BUT TODAY!!
i had spent the weekend trying to get my poopy friends to take this class with me (thanks to Madeline for convincing me to take the class even though i figured I'd be alone), and yes ania, i told you to call the MAC if you wanted to go, but you made that whiney sound and said "Take me with yoooou!!" so i figured you werent serious about it. but i did tell you.
It's hard to take soemone seriously when they're crying out of their nose.

BUT today was the class. I got their like a half hour early, and i figured I'd jsut sit there and do my math homework.
but then I got there and Rusty was there so we hung out. She told me about her day, and i felt bad, cause it was one of those days. You know then ones. she told me that her boyfriend has been bugging her to learn how to ballroom dance.
it was good fun.
Then the class started.
It was the most incredible thing EVER.
OH MY GOODNESS!!
OH MYLANTA!!

SO there were two people teaching, and a bunch of cast members takeing.
We started with warm ups and stretching. Then we did floor excercizes that rememinded me that im too slow for my own good.
then, we started combinations. a whole bunh of brand new things thrown at me faster than id ever seen. it was the awesomest thing Ive ever been a part of. We had to do it in like 3 or 4 different phases. it was fanstastic.
Yeah.
still shaking.
very very a lot.

I can't wait for next week.

BLAH!!!

a_namelessface @ 2005-09-22T21:44:00

2005-09-23T01:46:02Z

Dan Glickman.

September 21, 2005.

a_namelessface @ 2005-07-21T17:13:00

2005-07-21T21:23:16Z

Hey Everyone.
I havent written cause I've been spending most of my time worry about my dog. He was going into liver (or Kidney) failure, so we cut back his heart medicine. (he has Conjunctive heart failure). Pray for him if you get the time.

I went to angela's cottage.
We went tubing.
It was a blast.

I saw Party Monster.
Also a blast.

Interuption:
NEWS UPDATE.
For all of you who dont know. I'm in love with Liam Aiken.
Completely.
sorry. i got distracted.

But anyway.
On friday it was off to Karen's to celebrate her birth. Madre made a Willy Wonka cake and I kept my promise, and didnt Harry Potter.
AT ALL.

Which makes me think,
Next year, I have to do something BIG.
I mean, bigger than the school-girl mini skirt.

BIG.

Anyway.
I kept my promise, and then Saturday, (which was really her birthday) Karen came over and celebrated with mis padres, and we went to smokey bones, and to Willy Wonka.
again.
A blast.
A Fabulous Blast.

Well anyway.
Harry Potter.
I wasn't as excited as I should be, until i got home from the humaine society to find it on the table
THANK YOU ANGELA
except, Karen was just coming like 1/2 hour later. AHHH.
i was a good friend. I waited. I only read 100 pages.
and it was before she arrived.
But then I made her watch a bunch of things off the series of unfortunate events DVD.
*sigh*
well.
Im gunna go away now, and write in all of the stupids that i have created for myself.
By the way, If ANYONE wants to talk Harry Potter?
I'm still wearing my Black arm band, and waiting for chellies return. RIGHT HERE!!

~peace~

a_namelessface @ 2005-07-02T10:20:00

2005-07-02T14:22:42Z

Hey hey!

SO i did something really fun the other day,
but it seems to have left me.
so whilest I am pondering this, im gunna pu tin a test i found on xanga.
i thought it was pretty cute.

Disorder	Rating
Paranoid:	High
Schizoid:	Moderate
Schizotypal:	Very High
Antisocial:	Low
Borderline:	Very High
Histrionic:	Low
Narcissistic:	Low
Avoidant:	Very High
Dependent:	High
Obsessive-Compulsive:	High
-- Personality Disorder Test -- -- Personality Disorder Information --

anyway.
i am off to the humane society!

~peace~

a_namelessface @ 2005-06-22T23:44:00

2005-06-23T03:57:49Z

Hi
I havent had the heart to write anything after Dribbles died.
Everytime i see something fuzzy and cute or rodent-like, i cry.
hysterically.
still.
It's disgusting.

But I mean, really, he was like a little dog.
only nice all the time, not tempermental like most dogs.
He was the BEST rat EVER.
He begged for food and attention, and was prolly the most affectionate pet we've ever had.

I miss him a lot.

June 20, 2005

Carter died.

Not quite as sad as I thought I'd be.
Well Karen, at least we know they're not COMPLETELY immortal.
just mostly.
he was 3 months away from being 3 years old.
gotta be some sorta record.

little fuzzy OLD mouse man.

Today, we found a dead mole in the yard.

I cried.

shit.
i just remembered,

We left Carter in the basement, cause when we found him, it was too late to burry him.
but he died 2 days ago,
and he's a small animal.

i wonder how much of him is left to burry....

eww.

*tear*

ok. whatever.

I'm gunna try to put pictures of the rat into my this and my xanga whatever, so maybe it will work, maybe not.

I had an exciting morning this morning, but maybe I'll write about it tomorrow.

Maybe not.

whatever.

~peace~

June 14, 2005

2005-06-18T21:32:42Z

June 14, 2005

Dribbles died.

orange and striped.

2005-06-07T23:38:55Z

Hey everyone.
I'm avioding studying. even though i really shouldnt be.
Today i took math (which killed me) and history.
the history final was like exactly the same as the worksheets that Smith gave us to review with.
only on the final, they gave us multiple choice.
on the review sheet, we had to develop our own answers.
it was nice.
math was really hard.
maybe it wasnt, but i was SUPER slow. it was sad.
i dont like the colours i have.
sorry- that sorta popped into my head, so i would write it down and remember.
that was a badly formulated sentance.
but anyway.
Pline called that we had like 30 minutes left, and i was only on like problem 20.
there were 53.
and i thought.....
shit.
BUNNY!!!!!
sorry. i looked out the window and there is a little bunny in my backyard.
i yelled bunny! and my dogs thought i said "mommy" and went crazy.
but solomon didnt cough, so its ok.

did you know, that they make orange cream kisses?
yup. white chocolate with orange stripes.
theyre really sweet, but not bad.

i still have to write about memorial weekend, but i really need to study cause sci and sp are going to kill me tomorrow.
to death.

anyway.

peace

a_namelessface @ 2005-06-02T21:49:00

2005-06-03T01:55:42Z

Hey everyone
thup?

well, the other night i really wanted to write but i couldnt.
i don't remember when that was or why, but i remember it.
i also would like to report an epifany.
I was watching, or reading- if you are so anal as to be bothered by (sorry that was a really bad sentance),
and Hannah and Ang
were using a lot of colours.
i thought maybe they were becoming computer knolegde-ables-ists (in part of my refusal to use the term "Guru")(a word, which should never be used)(at least by you)(pass on the wisdom) so i was worried that i was losing what asian points i have left (my asain points = very little) but i turns out, im just a dumbfuck. this is what i learned,
when updating journals...
how to make colours:
find the right button, for the format.
find the text colour button.

le posibilitie...ez....are e n d l e s s.
and yes.
that was my French.

Lo siento.

oh DANG

oh yeah, not really hyper,
i clicked that mood, cause that hampster and myself.
we're totally rocking out.

I'm NOT really listening to that song anymore either.
now I'm listening to Incubus-Megalomaniac....
and now, Breaking Benjamin-Rain

not only all of that shit, I FORGOT what i was going to tell you!!
i'll update in like, 5-10 minutes

so as i was taught...

                     P e a c e


               L o v e

       &

     Little Green Men

(As taught to me by Amanda, who taught me basically everything i really ever need to know)
although i still can't draw it, or write it in chinese...and i know i never will...

and so for now

peace.

free '05

2005-05-27T06:12:12Z

Hey.
It's like, midnight....thirty....but it feels like 3 or something. so I'm writing this in my d-x, but im cutting and pastinging it into all of my other thingys, cause im unoriginal and lazy. and I'm freaking out.
Sooooo today was the Seniors last day.
I was okay with it, cause i know like 2 seniors that i actually care to see leave. I was like, ok, good. less people in the hallways. i was hugging Kristin, and it was okay, i dunno why, but i knew that it was going to be okay, (it sounds as though im dying or something) and i wasnt upset. then, i was looking for Kristin again, and i ran right into Leora, and she gave me a really big hug and i all of a sudden felt like i wanted to cry.
I just got so sad.
*hug**POOF* *sad*.
thats how it happened.
but theeeen, i asked her when her recital was and she said that it was tomorrow, 7:30 at kinawa. She sounded like she was going to cry. I remember when we were little, like before i was in 2nd grade, she would chase me around kinawa and beat me. I know, i always tell these stories, but it was fun. it really was. we waited for 14 years to be at the same school, and all of a sudden, its over.
I guess i didnt expect to get all emotional because i crashed into Leora. But I did. and I'll miss her. and Kristin. I've known then both forever. now theyre leaving.
go to her (Leora's) recital. She'll be famous one day. If you dont, you'll regret it.

In other news....
We have our last spanish dialogue. We got to choose our partners. The skit has to be funny.
Ania and I are partners. We both get horrible shy when we do presentations. no one will hear anything of the entire minute we'll be up there.
That is the least of our problems.
Ania and i work slow.
she is slower than me.
we got our presentations wednsday. we also got an inclass assignment to do before we could work on our projects. when she was done, we had like 15 minutes left.
we're not funny.
at all.
so we got...maybe two or three lines of two-three word sentances. having all of class thursday to work on it, we left it at that.
thursday however, Ania doesnt show up.
so, I spend the class working by myself.
At lunch. I see her walking in.
I was angered.
she apologized a bunch between sci and orch tho, cause ben and i were working on a sci project, but we didnt have the right things, and everyone else was using them in the class, so we ended up doing it during the break.
Sorry if we dont do so well on that Ben, it was my fault.
Aannnnnyways.
Ania walks to the bus with me and tells me that she has a game at 6 and it'll prolly end at 8 or so. she tells me to call her. i told her im not good at calling people, and to call me instead, cause she's the one who would be gone.
I get online and wait, all day. from when i get home. 8 passes by...9....10...
so i call her.
her little indian poppa answers to inform me that his angel is asleep.
she's taking a nap.
okay, thats not her fault. she needs to sleep. she has that one thing. the one thats not dyslexia.
but whatever.
I called again and she was still asleep, so i asked him to have her call me back when she wakes up. still waiting.
but the point is, we have a presentation due tomorrow.
it has to be memorized and funny.
she prolly has everything all written, and will flip out if i wanna use a different script, cause she memorized the one that she had.
the one that i didnt.
whatever.
I give up.

Evan told me a kick-ass story about a beefy flower bitch, and i was going to put it in, but i forgot and closed the box.
I think i scared him.

OOOO oh yeah.
wesley had a "gay" moment, if you will.
it wasn't really gay. but it was funny and cute.
It made me smile.

On the bus, we're riding to the effing middle school to pick up the effing little people with the voices. as we're riding along, we pass by three shirtless seniors on their bikes.
One is Josh Peters.
So, I'm watching him on his bike...with no shirt. and i'm quite enjoying myself to tell you the truth. Welsey states, "That was totally Josh peters without a shirt."
indeed.
but the bus passes him.
Wesley then stands up and looks around Tschirley to continue his viewing of the mighty hot half-asian.
he sits back down and says something along the lines of, wow, i feel gay... or that was a sort of gay thing to do.
he then says
I think i had a gay moment.
I'm glad Phil didnt hear that.
well, anyway, phil ended up hearing it, and i think is now completely convinced that wesley is gay.
infact not the case.
simply
Josh Peters is hot.
He then appears, still bearing no sign of shirt, on the otherside of the street. as the bus stops at the red light, we decide that wes' moment miiiight have to go a liiiitle longer. and i miiiiight be drooling. ahhh....if only Karen was there.
I dont know that it was a gay moment for wes, or a sign.
a sign that Karen has him trained quite well.
although i do think it's creepy that he ends up with pictures of guys she stalks on his iPod.
he says its her fault.
I'm not so sure.
he said something else, and we ended up making a rule that, (at this point in time)
he can stalk the hot guys older than us,
but no one younger.
that might change when the eigth graders gradumatate to the high school.
but for now.
we'll leave it as is.
hmm....love that boy...

fin.

peace.

a_namelessface @ 2005-05-23T19:02:00

2005-05-23T23:25:53Z

hey kids. heres an update. i wont even bitch.(maybe) welll......okay, so thigh might be harder than i thought. ummm. the dog is crying, which i guess is an improvement, because mi madre no esta en casa, so he keeps thinking that she's home, so he gets all excited and worked up, and coughs, because in case you didn't know, my dog has a heart murmur, or something. anyway, his heart is enlarged, and filling his lungs with liquid. when he has a lot of stress, it gets more enlarged and presses against his lungs, causing him to cough. its really sad. now madre is home, so he's happy. um....i have sucessfully made myself sick, having eaten a disgusting amount of caramel, because my sister's ex-feiance called to tell us that he was going back to Turkey, so good-bye. I cried. i think i sounded like i was trying to get him off the phone or something, not be friendly, but i wasn't, i just cried. Sunnie emailed me back, cause i sent her a Birthday e-card whatevething. nice to hear from her. umm.....my hands are cold. how are you?
Hey, something actually happened! I was thinking about writing it earlier, when i logged on, but then i forgot. I need like a really big sign that says "HEY DUMBFUCK SOMETHING HAPPENED! REMEMBER!" cause i even forget exciting things.
Soooo anyway. my story.
My mom's cousin Marla had a 50th birthday party on saturday. friday.
it was friday.
anyway.
i have family.
a big one.
with cousins.
I didn't know that.
WOOHOOO!!!
So, after learning that, I actually met them all. it was a BLAST. it was a whole bunch of old italian jews who act like my mother. (im guessing around 5-15) I know, it's sort of a broad range, i'm sorry. Use your imagionation. It'll be like magic. or majik. or macjick. Who's good.
and incase you didn't catch that, it'd be me. shoulda been me.
dammit.
anyway, there was a really hot guy there. and guess what, HE WASNT MY COUSIN!!!
he was my uncle.
Just kidding.
i dont have an uncle on that side. he was the son of a school friend of my mom's cousin Ronnie, who was (is) Marla's (the one who's 50) brother. that was trciky.
it also would've been a lot cooler had i spelt it right. correctly. whatever.
actually the hot guy looked like a 16-17 year old version of a cute Ted.
actually. no. similar. but no.
and no. Ted is not hot. Thank you Maria, I'm scarred and paranoid.
and chelsea, that completely didnt help.
STOTIERYRY>
there is something wrong with me.
I had another part of the story but i forgot.
everyone said i looked exactly like my mom did when she was my age. that was weird. I dont usually hear people say i look like my mom. I guess no one knew her when she was this young. She always told me she knew Jesus. I guess that means she killed Jesus as well.
That'd look bad on a resume.
so my sister and i hung out with cousins, and she got a gin and tonic. i drank most of it.
she told me to see if he would give me a drink, cause she was sure he wasnt carding anyone. i said i would, but my dad was right there, and he said he'd kill me. so i decided it was a bad idea.
she got me one later anyway. i ended up drinking ym mom's rum and coke (which was good) and then i asked Marie to get me a drink, cause i was scared of the bartender, so she said she'd get me what she got earlier. it was good. i didnt even get the asian flush this time. it was wicked. with a J and a K.
the puppy is killing my head, and i ran out of story, so im leaving now,
i hope you enjoyed

Peice. Piece.

peace

a_namelessface @ 2005-05-15T19:51:00

2005-05-15T23:55:14Z

yeah, mmhmm...twice today. but! i have figured out what i am going to do. i, am going to make all of my entries the same as the other journals. except for my d-x, which still has priority, cause ive had it forever. but anyway. i shall be writing much lots now. just kidding. its cut and paste time kids!

peace

a_namelessface @ 2005-05-15T18:56:00

2005-05-15T23:03:41Z

k, i think i've gotten this thing figured out. all i need to do is figure out how to be tricky enough to make my xanga ok, and ill be set for THE REST OF MY EFFING LIFE. fucking online journals. theyre......FUCK THEM. oh well
this thing had effing hampter smileys. hampsters, you are my best friend.
weeeeeeellllllllllllll. i dont know whats going on.
or how i feel
im gunna stop before this gets really bad.
it already is, but whatever.
why is there "horny" as a choice for moods in this thing. i dont think you should be allowed to anounce that your horney over the internet. it brands you as a chatroom-masturbator. and my friends. thats fucking wrong.

peace

дерьмо

2005-05-07T01:08:18Z

Hi everyone.
I just felt like writing something somewhere. Not as though I don't have an load of these effing internet diary journals. I'm too lazy to even write in one of them. Oh well. What can you do? I'm really starting to loose it. The past few days, everyone has just been bugging me to death. I dont know what my problem is, but today i started getting twitchy on the bus, and must have gone away for a while, cause i dont remember anything from when i sat down on the bus, to when the middle schoolers got on. fuckins sixth graders. little bastards. but anyway. so then, I just remember sitting by Chelsea, and feeling really guilty about something i must've said. I dont really remember a lot of it, but i felt really bad, so I told her I needed to talk to her, and she called me and I apologized. Sorta glad I dont remember. Now I wish I could just get over it. Whatever.
I've been acting and feeling really wierd. when I say wierd, I mean that I feel really hungover, and still manage to make a complete ass of myself, and talk nonstop like a freak show. its not the freak show that bothers me, its the fact that i never shut up. (if you cant tell.)
I really dont want to be around anyone, but when Im alone, Ive started getting all...i dunno. maybe i just suck. its quite possible.
I wish life had a rewind button. a backspace key sort of deal. You know what i mean. I bet God/Goddess/Jesus/other thinks its really funny when people make jackasses of themselves. fuck, I must be like effing comedy central. I dunno, i think id just piss the scheiße out of me. I hate people. i fucking hate them all. we should all die. were a disgusting breed of life. absolutly repulsive.
speeeeeeeaking of which. I looked up how to say scheiße in russian...
*note- Ive decided to mainly use the word scheiße, instead of shit, unless it would be more aesthetically pleasing. Just kidding. i just think thats a cool word. aesthetically. oh well, so only when it sounds right.- note 2. I want to learn Russian. Definitly at the top of my to do list. after i improve spanish and learn Japanese. It's right up there with learning Romanian. effing hot Romanians.*
Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut anyways....(that was a long U sound. not boooooooooot. thad just be dumb.)
all I can say is what the fucking crackpot. what. the fucking. crackpot.
Todays lesson, Never learn russian.

I fail at life.

so anyway. i think ive vented enough. i shall probably move on to Xanga, and write an entry about my 8th graders. maybe I'll do it here. later. Yeah, I'll probably do that.

Peace.

hey

2005-01-09T19:32:38Z

aloha
i havent writen in any of my diarys in forever, maybe its cause im lazy and have to fucking many, i think that im going to start making my entries in word, and saving them to all three... yea, cause im stupid and everyone says ooo, make this kind, and i do, and i never use any of them. first i had a d-x, then a live journal and now i have a xanga. they all cater to different audiences, so i guess i should get off my fat lazy ass and do that too, but i doubt i will. tough shit, its not like any one cares anyway. so yea, that my entry for this month!
peace

hi

2004-10-12T00:42:01Z

hi, im just waiting to study for my science test tomorrow, that i will inevitably fail. i got one of these things so im just gunna put it in

Theme songs of your life by eponine
your name?
love song:	brown eyed girl - van morrison
depressing song:	everybody hurts - R.E.M.
party song:	i wanna be bad - willa ford
what-the-hell-ever song:	curbside prophet - jason mraz
your life	unwell - matchbox 20

Quiz created with MemeGen!

and this one

holy shit....this sucks...ill figure it out.

ok
so i really have no idea what im gunna do or write so you should just ignore me...
ok....so im gunna go back to my word processor and type out my political composition, cause i was "inspired" or entertained rather, in science class today...me, and Nick and Kenyon and Ben shoudl run together... we'd rock the vote.
if we wouldnt, we'd make sure nader would.
good man

peace out

*mokey*