+Spiritual Graciousness+
=Wednesday, December 5, 2001 at 09:36 p.m.=
Well, I went to the Bible Study at Jenny's house tonight, and I was impressed. Well, actually, it's the first time I've ever been physically inside her house, so that added to the excitement. Anyway, It was nice to see the adults there not treating us like kids although we may act like it sometimes. It was comforting, generally. I thought that lady who was sitting next to Danicka was funny. (I was laughing on the inside) The only thing I felt really bad about was that throughout the gathering I was thinking impure thoughts. I mean, I know it isn't right to hack e-mail accounts or spy or "stalk" or look into Mr. Fernandez's car, but I couldn't help it. I guess that me thinking of those things caused me to ask forgivness from God. Perhaphs he will cleanse me of my sins if I turn around and remember not to curse at everyone I meet. Ahh, dearness, why does life have so many versatile emotions throughout? But then if there weren't any feelings, everyone would be like cold rocks out in the sun to thaw. Don't ask me why rocks need to be thawed, they just do. Anyway, it would be like that one music video (I... forget) where those claymation robots see in black and white and the one robot figures out how to make color glasses by putting his "tummy jelly" in the lenses. In the end, he has run out of the jelly and is now sad and depressed. So I suppose that's how life would be if there was no emotion, eh?
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+I am Overpowered only because I Need A Car+
=Tuesday, December 4, 2001 at 12:05 a.m.=
Arriving at: 1001 Truxtun Ave, Bakersfield, CA 93301-4714

Distance: 243.2 miles

Approximate Travel Time: 5 hours 18 mins

I guess there's no way for me to get to that Incubus + Hoobastank + Vent concert on January 3rd! But wow, what a line-up, eh? Aww, it's alright though, I'll be in Tahoe on vacation. You don't suppose their plans will change to Lake Tahoe do you? Haha, yeah right. Well, at least I gave it a chance. But, hey, what about you Maggie? Aren't you going to be in the L.A. area around that time?
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+Oh well+
=Monday, December 3, 2001 at 07:44 p.m.=
Talking on the phone with Maggie about awaiting Mr. Fernandez's arrival home tomorrow. On Saturday before her birthday bash, I was over at her house assisting in preparations. Well, at one point we ventured over to Fern Dog's garage to see if he was home. Lo and behold his car was there, so over we went to observe his vehicle's contents. Just as we were getting a good look at the cds in his car, there was a noise like the "door joints", causing us to flee. A few seconds later (maybe 45) his car emerged from the driveway. Of course, we never thought he saw us, really. But today at school Maggie told me that he said, "What were you doing snooping around the other day? I saw you and Laura in my garage. You are very bad girls!" Well, that's the gist of it. Aww man, and I thought we escaped triumphantly, too!!
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+Cripes+
=Friday, November 23, 2001 at 06:30 p.m.=
You know, it's quite obvious I fill this with utter crap and shit that doesn't even belong in here. But then I think about it, and realize there are different types of entries. You know, the deep, spiritually cleansing ones, (and the ones that try to be) or the "today at the mall..." kind. Sure, there are others, but those are the two I think of off the top of my head. Anyway, that also makes me think there could be, say, two types of readers. Furthermore, if those readers have blogs of their own, would they adopt other people's ideas and claim them as their own? People do that in the "skin contact" realm, would not they do it here as well? But isn't that kind of sad, that your ideas would be mistaken for someone else's, then you would get no credit? Ahh, but if it was blame, then, you would want the imposter to take that one, correct? Or would the imposter at that point surrender and let everyone know who the true inventor was, in turn soiling his name because he's a liar? I guess it all comes down to how much you want to get burned, and by what brand of gasoline.
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+Look What I've Become+
=Friday, November 23, 2001 at 03:37 p.m.=
I am 50% ADDICTED TO THE INTERNET.

I am pretty addicted, but there is hope. I think I'm just well connected to the internet and technology, but it's really a start of a drug-like addiction. I must act now! Unplug this computer!

Take the INTERNET-ADDICT Test at Fuali.com!
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+Back in a Flash but Out with a Bang+
=Friday, November 23, 2001 at 09:44 a.m.=
Fatigue has triumphed over me this past week, causing the definate lack of updates. (sorry) But here I am now, about to summarize my life's highlights of the past few days...
Shall we begin?

Incubus Concert- Kick ass! Nice variety of songs old and new, soft and hard(er) of about 20 in number, nice little venue, too. Afterwards, I found out I knew about 8 or 10 people who went. Kind of dissapointing considering two of them from my school are horrendous, but the others are just peachy keen. (Too bad I couldn't see any of them) It seems that everyone had seats and not floor tickets but all right, at least you got to go.

Wednesday provided both entertainment and guilt all wrapped up in the same burrito. What happened was that Jessie and I went to Maggie's house right after school. Well, before we had left Jenny had invited us to Bible Study at her house around 7. I was thinking, you know, "Oh cool;cool." But by the time 6:30 arrived, things weren't looking so good. Being at Maggie's house, I honestly had no way to contact my parents and ask if I could go. Especially lately, they have had strict policies as to knowing where I am all the time and such. So, me, thinking that I shouldn't up and leave for Jenny's by means of "_____"(I honestly don't know how I would've gotten there) stays at Maggie's house to sit and chill out. Well, a while later, in comes a call from Jenny and all three of us are on that guilt trip, even though there's nothing at least 66% of us could've done to change things. So, first Maggie's on the phone apologizing and stuff, but when she hangs up Jessie is really upset so she calls back Jenny again to do her own apologizing. And at this point, this leaves me the only one who hasn't said sorry to Jenny, but I don't want to call her since the other two had just done that. I know both Jessie and Maggie think I acted like a prick, I'm sure, but in all honesty... I couldn't have gone in the first place, what was I supposed to do? No one understands my parents, and in fact neither do I, but see... I may have been at Maggie's, but I was forbidded to change location. They would've flipped had I left her court. Although, yes, I should've called to say I couldn't have gone and such. So definately, I am quite sorry for being rude and disregarding you Jenny. -_-

Aww man, now I'm all sad and I have to write about Thanksgiving. Well, it was basically good food and good people, all the way. Other than that I didn't really do anything. The End.
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+Before+
=Monday, November 19, 2001 at 03:31 p.m.=
Going to see Incubus so so soon... they should be right in front of our eyes in about...six hours! Oh what fun this will be! I'm so prepared. Got mah Sharpie, got money and cell phone... and hey>> I even wore my Thumb Monkey Productions shirt for good luck. The essay I wrote last night for English turned out okay, but I feel wrongful for writing before actually going to the concert. I mean, it *is* about their performance, I just guessed how it would be for a much needed grade. Hmm, I hope no one hurts me for disgracing them in that manner. =D Okay, well, I should get my butt of this chair now! YES! IM'MA HAVE F-U-N TONIGHT!
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+AHH!+
=Saturday, November 17, 2001 at 11:37 p.m.=
This picture frame is driving me nuts. Here I am trying to concentrate on typing when out of the corner of my eye I see..
"Memories. The magic of these special times, fun filled moments that last forever. Memories of good times that will alwyas be clost to our hearts." And it's me in like..the 4th grade looking boyish as ever. Anyway, I got a little guestbook for you. Okay? Okay...
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+Diligent Child+
=Saturday, November 17, 2001 at 03:52 p.m.=
Here I am at work being a nice little kid doing nice little things like helping mommy at her job. And as soon as I'm through here, off i go to Mandy's to work on the history project. Hey man, don't scold me today. There's no dirt to dig.
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+Weak Right Now+
=Thursday, November 15, 2001 at 07:52 p.m.=
There's a lot I could discuss with you kind folks, but I don't feel the urge. And I'm incredibly tired, too. In general, everything came out wrong today. Nobody understands what I mean, and I can't even explain cause I'm so out of it. And now I know poeple are getting all tiffed at me when I want to revise what I said but I can't. School kids upset. Dean man and lady upset. Parents upset. Tears in my eyes from the conversation I was forced into when I got home tonight.
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+An Entry of Loathe+
=Tuesday, November 13, 2001 at 08:13 p.m.=
I hate it how people are self-centered and pompous. I hate it how I am taken for granted. I hate it when I am used for my resources. I hate it when someone uses you and then still excpects you to give him a ride home. And when someone tells you how radical you are just to recieve the compliment back. This is absolutely disgusting. Or how people always avert the conversation and always talk about themselves, and what they have done, and brag about acomplishments they have made, and who they know, and highlights of their lives, and how what you said wasn't nearly as funny as the time *I* spit milk out of my nose! Or when you and him do something together and come out totally successfull when your buddy goes and tells everyone... and leaves you completely out of the story. Honestly, why is it that people "love you so much as a friend" when they aren't really a friend at all if they do this. Or they think that because you're already friends you don't ever have to speak- except for the times they need something from you.


Look at this and think about yourself. Doesn't it apply to you? I promise it does. It applies to everyone...
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+San Francisco Produces Cool Stuff+
=Sunday, November 11, 2001 at 12:59 p.m.=
Cosmic Debris hails from there. They're a kick ass company. Those are the kind of shirt ideas tnad styles I want to make for a private shop and/or online store. Anyway, due to their ultimate coolness, I purchased some merchandise from them online this very morning with my birthday money! Whee, I love getting stuff in the mail! There's this cool sweater type shirt, and this Emily shirt that says "ESP" on it. Plus with those I got a >free< long-sleeved shirt! Yee-haw! The "You Suck" Sidney shirt should be in the order, too. Sheesh, can you tell I went overboard? Anyway, material possessions are making me so so happy right now I couldn't help but write about it.
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+I'm Feelin' Glad+
=Sunday, November 11, 2001 at 12:48 p.m.=
Last night's party was a success! In general, I mean it wasn't a total and complete flop. Things got off to a rough start, indeed, but I kind of just let everyone do their own thing and tried not to worry about the entire group doing everything together. All was well, although I'm not sure some people had such a good time. It wasn't meant to be a roudy bash, really, it was more of a "chill at my pad" idea. I just think some people expected it to be more involved. Oh well, big deal. That's what happens when you have people that just want to sit on the couch and watch t.v. Besides, *I* had fun. It was a party for *ME*, and that's all that matters. (Sort of) Besides, I got a shitload of awesome gifts! Real cool stuff relating to personal relationships between people and bands and common interests and such. I mean, someone gave me memory for my computer! How rad is that? Whee, it was absolutely wonderful. Thanks, you guys.
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+One Time I Tried to Deliver You..To The Wrong House+
=Saturday, November 10, 2001 at 02:29 p.m.=
Birthday part II
I'm having friends over for a nice little hoo-hah in a few hours, but in all honesty I don't have anything planned. Should I have stuff planned? I suppose we could play cards or whatever... I just have a little doubts as to if people of different genres (I shall call them) will get along. I'd certainly hope so, but being as I am the hostess, I want everyone to be happy. Unfortunately, everyone enjoys differents types of fun and brands of humor. But I'm sure it will be fine. Right?
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