Hi, my name is Maggie and I have a problem.
I think I am becoming a compulsive Cowboy Bebop fan. No, seriously, I don't think this can be good. It's one of those dramatic anime kicks, those highs you get from watching quality cable programming..... must stop now before the madness begins and I over otaku-ize..... >.< Eek. *sigh*..... I really can't explain why I like this show so uber-much.... crikey, I don't think I've ever been this way about other quality anime shows..... and no, this does not include my former infatuation with Dragonball Z and Sailor Moon. (Notice I said quality.) .......Spike Spiegel is my new hero.
Maybe I am so riled up over anime because Fanime was the only good thing that happened to me over the weekend. The last week just plain sucked. Contrary to certain beliefs, I did not enjoy my human existence the week prior, and so far, it's not going as great this week either..... and it's only Monday (technically now Tuesday).......
Man, things can sure get boring around here sometimes. x_x
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Yowza..... time for school and STAR testing..... but hey! I got my essay done! Wahoo! ..... damn womb transplants..... *grump grump*
I think this is one of those entries I'll look upon with deep regret in the future.... but hey, that's my mentality for the day. No regrets. Fo shizzle ma nizzle. (=
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One hour and two minutes later, I am exactly where I started. I come online to work on an essay, and what happens? Freak-neekin' a, I just have to open the AIM program. What is wrong with me..... when will I learn that talking to people while writing a damn essay does not work at the same time..... *sigh* Guess multi-tasking just ain't everyone's thing.
This week has started off with..... well, not a bang, but with STAR testing. Oh, how I loathe thee. So damn tedious. They're not hard at all, just a waste of time. But hey, another $1000 scholarship for me, so it's all good right? Standardized tests are one of God's pettier creations. If pettier is a word, that is.
Another recent, petty opportunity: Branham High wants to make me a conflict manager. What complete bullshit. This made me laugh so hard when I heard the news in Algebra II, that had I been drinking chocolate milk, it would have shot straight out of my nose. But I wasn't, thank goodness. Wouldn't want my graphing calculator getting soggy. >.< Of course, I feel honored, but why me? What makes the Branham High School staff think that I, of all people, can resolve issues? Maybe they are looking for more cynicism..... someone to just boldly tell people to fuck off and stop with the wanking every once in a while..... cripes, people..... bollocks.
Pure bollocks, I say. Or, to quote Dan, "Timmy and Tommy, the testes twins." Ahhh, the wonders of the male anatomy....
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God damn Finch. I hate it when this happens. I can't like a band this much in the beginning, because I know I'll probably not like them a year or so down the road. Ai yi yi. But they're so freakin' good.... ahhhh.... I have not been able to get this CD out of my player for the longest time.... the demo track "What It Is To Burn" is exquisite. One of those pure orgasmic experiences would be to see "Grey Matter" performed live with both Nate and Daryl. Better yet, "Project Mayhem"...... ahhh.... must.... see... Glassjaw.... now....
Whoops. Lost track of topic. Anyway, with Finch, I like them too much now. And normally, for a band to really grow with me, I have to start liking them more and more. However, I feel like I've reached my point of admiration, and cannot like them anymore than I already do. I am probably making no sense, but there's more to liking a band than you may think.
Essentially, I've noticed my most favorite bands are bands that I didn't really like or appreciate at first. Maybe I was just getting too contemplative for my own good, thinking that this obsession with Finch wouldn't last... I don't know why I am worrying about or even thinking about this..... hmmm....
Now I feel dumb. Silly me. >.<
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I want to stab myself with a million needles and pins and tear out all my nasal cavities and flush them down a toilet, where they belong. This is how I essentially feel when I am ill. Not even ill -- just stricken by an extremely severe case of allergies. I've been sneezing snot out all day, and it's been making me feel miserable. This does not put me in good condition for the Incubus concert tomorrow. I'll feel horrible if I have to spew and get my Maggie germs on innocent bystanders that never did a thing to me. Oh, the woes of illness.
And apparently Jared went to see Keeping Ellis and Sugarcult last night at the Cactus Club. Wah. I wanted to go. Bah humbug. I was a loser yesterday. And I'm a loser today, but a sick loser, so there's my excuse. At least tomorrow, I'll be a sick loser that gets to see Incubus (for a second time! ^_^) Hopefully, this won't go on for too long.... *sigh*.... school starts in two days.... bleh....
In other discoveries and happenings, I want a gymnast Barbie doll and Tweety bird should not sing. Those are my conclusions for this evening, besides the fact that watching Iron Chef is becoming a terrible addiction.....
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Today has got to be one of the more tedious days of my existence. *sigh*....
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I had the most splendid dream last night. I was at Warped Tour, and I went to the Glassjaw merch booth and got to hang out with Daryl, Beck, Todd, etc.... And I don't remember what we did, but it was a really good dream, and I woke up this morning because of a call from Jenny in Florida..... but when I did wake up, I was really happy, and now I remember why. Sheesh. I really need to stop with my run-on sentences. ......the call from Jenny was pretty cool, too. I could hit myself ten times over for not having anything much to say, but it was good hearing a familiar voice that I haven't heard in a while.
As far as badminton goes, I think I've just about had it. Too many stupid people on the team as far as I'm concerned, and although it's all fun and games, some parts of practices and games and such make me sick to my stomach. Oh, high school, how I loathe thee. I don't hate badminton at all; in fact, I get a real adrenaline rush from playing and all, but if I have to deal with more density than a pool in one day, then I think I will just rip my lungs out before I can even begin to scream. Rawr.....
I am a very bitter person. I need to wash my hair. ....and I think that's pretty much the main news for today.
Thank you. Come again.
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___ in short. $
>>> Alias - Maggie* - P-chan - Slush Puppie
>>> Residence - Campbell, California - Not as exciting as you would like it to be.
>>> Years lived - 15 - They go by too slowly.
>>> Asian - Hates raving, Hondas, and such. - Loves rice. Give me rice and/or sushi, and I will be your friend.
>>> Status - Geek. Nerd. Dork. Loser. Whatever. - Or you could say that I'm smart.
___ interests and intrigues. @
>>> Writing. And drawing. Sometimes.
>>> Music faves - metal, emo, punk, hardcore. - But I don't limit myself. You shouldn't either.
>>> Shows and concerts - Duh.
>>> Anime - Clamp and don't bash me cause I like Sailor Moon.
>>> Internet - I use it too much, as you can tell.
>>> Food - I will eat anything, except for shit. That's a no-no.
>>> Sleep - I need it. Don't we all....
___ shameless plugging. 8
>>> Local bands you really must check out.
Dredg,
Keeping Ellis,
A Burning Water,
Fighting Jacks,
THRVLTNSML,
Olympic Year,
Sloe,
Division Day,
onelinedrawing.
___ i have no friends. :
>>> Laura
>>> Jenny
>>> Samantha
___ archives. 1
>>> July 2001 - obsessed.
>>> August 2001 - lethargic.
>>> September 2001 - dead.
>>> October 2001 (part 1) - moody.
>>> October 2001 (part 2) - blasphemy.
>>> November 2001 (part 1) - phunny.
>>> November 2001 (part 2) - like... whoa.
>>> December 2001 - rejoice.
>>> January 2002 (part 1) - too long.
>>> January 2002 (part 2) - redefined.
>>> February 2002 - we go...
>>> March 2002 - together.
___ stalk me. -M
>>> You are here.
>>> Freeloaders, Inc.*
>>> AIM.
>>> E-mail.
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