WHIMSICAL KNICK KNACK SHOP: 8/1/11

Fed the homeless today for a half hour and got signed off for 6 hours because Mrs. Billy is cool like that. Sean is not going to ask me to prom.

With every intention of doing some annotations today, i went to the library to find it closed.

On my way home i passed a lemonade stand, the first one i've seen of the slightly warming weather. I bought some.

It made me think about the lemonade stands we used to have as kids with the mormon kids who used to live next door to us. We used to yell things at passing cars like "HELP US! PLEASE! THESE ARE OUR BEST CLOTHES!".

I'm doing something with kelly tonight i think, we might meet up with mike and zach (and eddy?) at the tail end of the Easter Vigil. Will Sir Thomas Miller be there? Maybe.

so opening night was so good.

there were no major screw-ups save jon's malfunctioning wardrobe, from which he made a stunning recovery.

i could not be happier with how the play turned out.

so kirk definately tried to kiss me before the show. and liz left a rather enigmatic message on my phone regarding the matter. interesting.

greg said good luck to me (regarding the play). he's also looking for someone to take to prom. im thinking maybe i should give him another chance. i mean he's a really cool guy and he's been really persistant. and i dont know if im not interested or if i've been really busy with the play and liking guys who dont have any real interest in me. i just dont know. theres just no chemistry (chemistry? yea. chemistry.)

frank told me he thinks about me when he goes home at night. should i be flattered or weirded out?

Yesterday was a loooooong day. But long does not always equal bad! Oh man, so everyday in French, Samantha + I try to convince Madame Casey to let us go outside or do something fun, but alas, we are not in Senora Brock's class, and therefore, we do work every day. Well, a few days ago, Madame Casey found out that I wasn't going to go to Prom, and that I didn't have a date. Evidently, yesterday, Madame asked her AP French class to find me a date. Namely, she asked Mike Chauvin, and told him to get one of his friends to ask me!

AJ waved to me at least three times. What a strange kid. Hey, remember that time I gave you a ride to the metro from DC and we were best friends? Ritchie does!

Next we stopped by Senora Brock's room and Mr. Sebastian's. I avoided embarassment for the most part. Except that Sean was in Mr. Sebass' room. ugh. And then Matt Roy asked Mrs. McCarthy to prom. haha. She said yes. Yea for bullshit days in French and bullshit fieldtrips!

Yesterday, we went to Ryan's to give him info about Camp Goodtimes. He was getting ready for Junior Prom. Oh man that kid cleans up. I miss him, and I really hope he works with us this summer...so we can rekindle our friendship(?). Oh yea, and I might ask him to Senior prom...uh. yea. Fleming Mixer. Tonight. Be there.

Oh man. This weekend was, simply put, off the hizook. We got back from our three-day mosh/skank/crowd-surf/stalking fest this morning at 3:30. Somehow we managed to stumble into Emily's house and get 2.5 hours of sleep before my mom picked me and Mandy up.

It feels very odd to be wearing shoes other than my Re-Issues (which I've worn everyday for the past two weeks. Literally.) and not be wearing my gross Nintendo wrist band. My arm's naked!

PROM. After the horror that was Junior Prom last year and all the necessary drama involved, I was planning on having a stress free time this year. I'm due for one! Things seemed to be working out just ducky--I've got the best date, I bought my dress/accessories in London of all places, and I've got the best friends to go with me who I know I'll have a blast with. But drama is inevitable. I guess the one I'm the most upset about it Emily, especially after reading her away message today (This just in: I'm not going to go to prom. I just decided. I mean, I have no date, I just don' t want it to be another last year.............. :-\

too bad, I was looking forward to my dress.)

And I'm (mostly) kidding when I say you're not invited to the after-party, but I still can't help being as sad as I am. I don't know what to do without you. You keep me from killing Amanda. You're my crafter. You say you're socially awkward, and at the same time, you make more friends than most people I know (yeah, I do remember you at J.P. last year).

So this weekend was unspeakable, meaning that I have no words to speak for it. Today was surprisingly short, seeing that it was the first day I went to school on time in...uh ever. I had my mom write me a late note for just incase. I talked to Ritchie in advisory, and in the hall, and at my locker, AND in the parking lot, and in Christian Living (haha j/k not in Chrsitain Living). Am I obsessed or is he? In case you were wondering, Mr. Sebastian is stalking me. Over the past week I have had at least five people randomly tell me that he thinks I'm the weirdest/funniest kid ever. Scary thing is I've never met him. Now every day I walk by his class to go to Spanish, he is standing outside waving saying, "Hey __________ I know everything about you." To which I just duck my head, avert my eyes and scamper. In other news, Tommy M got face first, tummy down, legs in the air kicking on his desk today, screaming "Grrrrrrrr"...Twice. It quite possibly made my day. It has come to my attention that SEV is playing Marathon? Is this some kind of sick joke? Either way, I'm pumped!

So last night.

What can I say?

- Never again will I listen to "Toxic" the same way

- You've been abreasted!!

- Wow...wine from the future!

- "Ok...something I haven't done...guys this is hard!"

- So this is officially every guy's fantasy. These kinds of sleepovers really do exist!

- What would our movie be called? Pool Party 17?

- Wow, I've never done this before...what a weird sensation. Guys, everything that happens here stays here...ok?

- I want to hear them slap on the tile!

- being the second one out in 10 fingers

I haven't had that much fun in a while. I love all of you guys <3

.....and for the record Tom SUCKS for DELETING his LJ

I feel sorry for Max and Emme because they have Jennifer [Lopez] for a mom (selfish) and Marc for a dad (unfortunate genes), and because their parents are going through a divorce. That’s rough.

I thought every hotel knows I only drink seltzer with lemon and Diet Sprite.

I speak five languages: English, French, Italian, Mandarin, and Russian. French and Italian for shopping, Russian for reading Dostoevsky in the original, and Mandarin for business.

When I first saw this picture, I almost gasped. COULD IT BE? Shiloh Jolie-Pitt in a sweet little dress/leggings combination carrying a pretty pink clutch?
Then I realized...her bag is made of newspaper and her shoes are camouflage SLIP-ONS. No one ever listens to me.

I want to believe that Michael Jackson’s orphaned children will grow up to be great philanthropists and human beings. I want to believe that they will be well-adjusted, but also fun dinner party guests. But mostly…
I just find them really scary.

Excuse me for not wanting to be seen with my mother’s pants.
I sat next to this for seven hours last night on a red-eye from LA to New York. She smells like Lycra and desperation.

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