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I have returned... for, like, the fifth time since I got this thing... anyway, I'M A SENIOR and to be honest I HATE IT! I mean, it's great going off campus and yeah, I enjoy getting onto people who piss me off. But at the same time, I realize this means the end is coming. Now I understand why Mikey got onto us for singing that good-bye song. Every time I hear 'Graduation', I start to cry. I like High School (minus te school part). Plus, I don't wanna go to boot camp. Oh well.

So far, the Trinity Trojans have KICKED TYLER LEE'S ASS! 28-19 bitches! Although the defense had me extremely worried, our offense is doing better than I had initially thought. Go them. Clawson's son is coming, like, Wednesday, I think, and Coach Duran's taking over. Joy, I see him 3rd period for Economics anyway, why not for soccer too? Oh well. I also am rather enjoying Economics. I never realized how intricate our systems are. I mean, we had a question today that really made me think. Which would you choose, full employment and 6% yearly inflation or 8% unemployment and stable prices? In other words, would you give everyone a job but have the value of a dollar slowly become less and less every year or have 8% of your labor force without jobs and the value of your dollar staying pretty steady? Dude, now I kinda understand why Bush is having truoble with everything!

As far as outside of school, my poor baby's battery and alternator died Saturday! Which sucks, since m fuel system is controlled by a computer chip which, guess what, is powered by my battery. Going down the highway and suddenly having your engine die on you... not a pretty sight or a great situation to be in. But I'm alive! Eaten alive by fleas thanks to my little Dakota, but hey, I'm home now, no fleas, my baby back, and best of all, a bed to sleep in, not a loveseat.

It's been a while since anything major has happened. Besides my dad calling the cops on me for being at Band practice (I'm not joking, it happened) and my doctor's appointment, nothing really bad has happened. And by bad, I mean I haven't felt like utterly nuking someone in a while. But I am still formulating my hit list. If you're thinking "She has a hit list?" you're probably on it. You'd better watch out, you can not escape the team, when they catch you there won't be any doubt, you've been beaten by the team. That was a line from the full English version of the Teen Titans theme song. <= I found my MP3 player and a pair of semi-working head phones. Go me!

Anyway, shoutouts to all those who still use xanga. See ya'll tomorrow. Bye!

Because all creatures, including myself, quake in the awesome presence of Edward, I am now updating my xanga as an express wish from the great Edward whose case I promise to stop stealing during band. In any case, a lot has happened since last I updated. In all honesty, every good thing I had has been shoved into a toilet and repeadedly flushed. But, I guess it could be worse.

I tend to overdramitize things, a habit I honestly do hate, but what can ya do? School, as always, is a drain on my mind, body and spirit. I think I might throw my stand if I hear one more of Donner's crazy references that has nothing to do with what we're doing. I also believe it quite possible to whack my PreCal teacher over the head with my PreCal book for teaching such an annoying and utterly useless subject. I have been nursing my wounded pride since Friday. Sitting out the first four games of the season is tough for any player, especially for a player whose never sat out in her life. However, God had a brainstorm and gave George Lucas the ability to create Star Wars, and then gave the game people the power to make Star Wars Battlefront II. Kicking digital butt is the best stress reliever.

For those who know about the separation/divorce thing my family is undergoing at the moment, allow me to sum it up in a brief description of everyone's current mental state.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I think that says it all.

The rest... is better left unsaid. What could be seen here I know will come back to bite me, if what I've already written doesn't come back to bite me. Anyway, Merry x-mas, happy kwanza, happy newyear, and hope you had an awesome day off.

Currently Reading ttyl (Talk to You Later) By Lauren Myracle see related

Well, guys, I gotta say, life sucks. Literally. I mean it. It sucks. But, hey, what can ya do?

I'm not even going to go through all the stuff that's happened, but I think I'll be okay. I'm not in a very good mood, but I'm not yet Mercedes, Psycho Bitch Of Doom, yet, as you can see by my chatter box.

Moving on. I must comment on a few things. One is the defeat from SGP. Damn, that sucked. But better in district than in the playoffs. I still think we can kill Carroll. Hu-sha.

I read a cool book, TTYL, a story totally in IMs. Tis cool, funny and very true. Of the three, I think I'm Mad Maddigans. Beware my "shit-stomping boots" for they rock. I think Joanna's got dibs on it next, since she steals it from me whenever it's on my desk, but read it when ya can. Tis cool.

Finally over with first tri, w00t! Next tri = soccer fifth period, 2nd Band fourth, Theatre sixth, Communications Applications first, Pre Calculus second and Physics third. Personally, I'm going to lurff to death 4,5,and 6, snooze through 1 and 3 and dread with a vehement passion second. w00t.

Hopefully, this next tri will free up my schedule so that I can chat some more with my lovable, huggable, somewhat stubborn, cotton ball of a boyfriend, Raymond. Babe, I swear, sometimes your skull's thicker than mine. I love ya babe. Te amo, mi solo, mi amor, mi rey.

Quotes of Notable Funniness:

"Yes, fugly" ~ Kayla

"You cannot feel remorse for a person unless you KILLED THEM!" ~Mrs. Williams

"You're being racist!" ~Me "But you're mexican too!" ~Lionel "Shut up!" ~Me (I don't like being proven wrong!)

"Trick or Treat!" ~Me, Alex, Kim, and Luen "Merry Christmas!" ~Luen "Happy Hanuka!" ~Alex "Merry Thanksgiving!" ~Kim "Happy Kwanza!" ~Me

.:Amanada opens the door:. "You are going to let me in. You are going to provide my minions with food and drink. I am the Dark Lord Clari Nette, Sith Lord of Clarinets!" ~Me (in my kick-ass impromptu Sith outfit)

"I have 'Clarinet' tattooed on my ASS!" ~Me

"Will you teach me how to apply make-up?" ~Me to Ray (looooong story)

"She's more of a man than I am!" ~Random Dude dressed up as a Jamacan businessman. (loved the dreds by the way, but they look better on Stephie-sama)

Currently Listening Live Like You Were Dying By Tim McGraw see related

Well, alright, I admit it, I'm feeling pretty damn bad right now and I want to smack/kill someone really bad. Let's start off with the most prominant.

The Band Halloween party. Great stuff, really. Personally, it was a hell more evil and sinister than the actual place. I mean, I guess I should be used to taking hits, but usually I can at least fight back. I don't care what anyone says. I'm pretty sure the story will be told as "Donner's kid (the smallest one) kicked Mercedes' ass!" but I really don't care. I also don't care to explain the story to anyone either, both of what happened and why I didn't fight back. I also will withhold the reason I'm so upset about the whole incident. Really, I don't care. I don't even care about my mask getting knocked off for the second time that night inside the Haunted House. I simply don't care.

Secondly, the comment in my chatter box. Ya know, I wonder sometimes. Who knows more about me, my family or my friends? If I were to die, who could give the eulogy the best? Reflecting all I would say were I there, could anyone undertake such a task? As you can see, apparantly there IS a great difference in the stories of family and those of friends. Our moms and dads see us mature but our friends see us grow up. Are we then to say one knows more than the other? Can you really know everything about a person? Can you know more about him or her than the person who's known them from birth? At the same time, do our parents ever know us as well as they think? Do we know ourselves as well as we think? Is there ever an end to the struggle? I think that our parents know more about us. I also think friends know more about who we are. And I also think we know more about who we want to be. Afterall, life is a puzzle, right? The correct pieces fit together to form our lives. Without experiences, we tend to drive towards chaos. This will be my final rebutal about the late Davis Ague's life. I will attempt to give his spirit rest by remembering him as a teacher, for he taught me many lessons though I barely knew him, and think of him not as a victim of suicide, but as a guide on the road of life. I urge you, for more than your own sake, to do the same.

The other thing that is bugging me I cannot yet state, as I am very tired and very saddened by tonight's events. I will retire, after talking with my cottonball, to my bed and sleep a sound slumber. Goodnight. .... .:whisperes:. beat bell.....

P.S. after looking back on past posts, may everyone know that I'm not a hypocrite. I may whine excessively here, but it's because I don't want to say it aloud. I have extremely sensitive pride. I know that I'm a lot better off than some people, but being human means I "always want to know what's behind door number two" <- name that song and I owe you a cookie