How's It Going to End?
Sunday morning, I wake up with my a stuffy nose. I'm mortified because I haven't been sick in months, and when I get sick, it's pretty bad and lasts for weeks, months even. I took some medicine then climbed into bed to watch The Truman Show and I cannot profess my love of that movie. I never realized how good of an actor Jim Carrey was until I watched that and Eternal Sunshine lying in bed, blowing my nose, and wrapping myself in 4 blankets.

I'm so paranoid, not just because of The Truman Show, but because I hate being sick and I have a fear of being so sick I miss school and get behind in class. So sad.

I was still sick this morning and took some medicine for my sore throat, which I realized would make me groggy, and I had an essay to write in English. Freaking out at this point, I chase it down with a glass (a glass) of coffee, which after a few minutes gave me I headache. To solve that I took some tylenol. Before I left the house I took my Vitamin as usual. I was out of it the whole day.


From Overheard in New York: "I've been blowing my nose with toilet paper, now my nose is chapped - like my ass."

We Had a Deal, Right?
June 6th, 2006. I just don't know how.

Royal Tenenbaums is a good one. House of Sand and Fog. I need to find more movies. I need to buy Junebug now.

I don't know what I want to be when I grow up.

It's only a week away, holy moly.

YSP is still a joke. Revolution. Now. I really couldn't care less, (how horrible, no?).

That deadline's really starting to sink in. Tighter and tighter leash.

Valentines Is So Yesterday
Hm. So you chose that moment, didn't you? Are you so tactless?

I have an iPod video now. I hate new shiny things cause they make me feel extra careful. I could be reasonably clumsy with the original, now I'm too scared of even leaving finger marks on the new metal. Old version went to the brother; I'm so kind.

Girl dancing to the Pink Panther Techno Remix. I love unwarrented self-confidence. When she jiggled, she jiggled. Oh well, I guess she did choreograph it herself. Good stuff.

Extreme Four-Square. Nicole gets more competitive than me, and that tells you something (no, really).

YSP is a joke.

Don't be cruel.

3 Random Songs
Generated by iTunes, on shuffle. See if I can get by. Signs are out there. Hopefully.

Past: The Days I Tried - the Michelles
Present: Mr. Postman - the Shirelles
Future: Golden Boy (Torture in the Shed) - the Mendoza Line

Guess who's in charge of costuming for the Junior Class Lip Synch? C'est Moi.

I Like It All That Way
"It's time we grew old and did some shit." Tell me what song this is, get a dollar.

Weight Training is the most mind boggling class ever. Really, they just.. stared at themselves on the mirrors for a good 5 minutes before the teacher came into the room. I'm not sure what happened next but I think he joined in. No one cared when I sat down the whole period reading/studying for AP US. They're too busy watching the mirrors.

I bought Red River and The Truman Show after school. Did some shopping with Kelsey, now she knows how shopping with me is like. Let's do this again.

Oh, Montgomery Clift, you just had to become alcoholic. I need me some Junebug. Misha, I'm counting on you.

Some ideas for writing about: Mailman, Return to Sender, Small Town, Still More Letters.


I turn, there's someThOnG behind me in line for a bagle. I just leave. Not prepared, right?

P.S. We need new codewords; Yes, Misha. Codewords.