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Saturday, May 11, 2002 | 01:42 p.m. 
find your element Yea. Got that from Liz's journal. Since I'm horribly bored and this cheese ravioli doesn't taste as scrumpcious as it did before. DAMN YOU, RAVIOLI. I should be working on my report for stupid American History. If American History was a person, I would tell it to suck my toe. Maybe I'll take a long nap. Thursday, May 9, 2002 | 08:17 p.m. Anyway. Change has happened and I will let it roll beside me until I gain the strength to outrun it or knock the bitch off. Either way, what matters is intact, and for that I'm thankful. In other, normal news. Not much has been happening. The lack of negative was a vacation. The amount of work, and the work to come, is intimadating. I need to get a job. Wake up, come back to me. Wake up, come back to the living. Wednesday, May 8, 2002 | 04:53 p.m. Dan's been home, it's all wonderful peaches! ^_^ Schools almost out, and it's driving everyone nuts. Everyday feels like a freakin' Friday, so it's so hard to concentrate. Today was the coolest student art teacher's last day. Gonna miss it. Cooper's great and all, but he can be sorta strict about certain things. Like music. Mr. Bagley knows that music is important to us artists. It sets a serious mood. It is like.. expressiveness without having to have freedom in your painting. Most of the time when I'm in art I have a song or two in my head, so it's easy for me to just learn the technique. I like learning when it comes to art. In art my mindset is 'learn learn learn' and in pottery it's 'play play play!' It's just how each medium makes me feel. Perspective seriously gives me migraines.. painting makes me think. Throwing makes me laugh and feel whimsical, building makes me feel free. I'd like to try sculpting. Next year I will, most definately. Like freakin' Todd McFarlene shiz. That guy is the most awesome. Yea so, I made a design for our school intranet page in Web Design and the 'teacher' for it said that it was too late to upload it anyway. I wanted to scream and yell and scream some more. I've worked my tiny butt off but noooooo. Sometimes I want to just scream. Anywho. Bored. Check out Bobby. Monday, May 6, 2002 | 09:11 a.m. Josh was nice enough to bring that application to me today. I filled most of it out right here in Web Design Prac. I hope I get that job so much. You get paid like, a whole 7$ an hour! And 8$ during certain times. I'll work my butt off. And I'll buy f-ing new clothes. The school only shows half of my pita because I musta said another 'bad word.' Oh well. I'll be so happy to get out of here. I'm wearing a new shirt my grandma bought for me. She has good taste, most of the time. It's yeller and blue. Ick! School colors! @_@ But I think it makes me look more like a clown, but it's comfy and it looks darn nice on me. I know that someones prolly ranting about how I look preppie or whatever. Blow me. Join me in the 'comfort before clique' revolution, my children. Sunday, May 5, 2002 | 03:05 p.m. Sunday, May 5, 2002 | 01:00 p.m. I have to do laundry so bad, so I'll go to Dan's house after school tomarrow and get it done. He's supposed to come in town sometime tomarrow. Not sure when at all. "The Sum of All Fears" looks like such a good movie. I'll have to put it on my 'must see' list. I need new shirts. All my shirts are either holy or have bleach stains on them from my cleaning episodes. Argh-ity. Time to scour the interweb to try and find something on sale. I've got no money and no gas, or all my problems would be solved. Josh says that he'll get me an application for Wal-Mart, because they have openings in certain departments, like toys and pets. I'd love to work in the pets department. I like animanimals. ^_^ I'll also apply for a job at PetCo as well. Since everything job-wise seems to be banging it's head against the wall. My mice were so cute last night. I was watching them and drawing. Dot burrowed around the water bowl. I have to clean the fish tank today, and I haven't even taken a shower yet, as a bleach-ified a shirt cleaning the damn thing out. Gah! Psh. Guess I'll start on the damn fish tank now. Saturday, May 4, 2002 | 10:50 p.m. Saturday, May 4, 2002 | 07:16 p.m. Yesterday was the Rakku firing at school. At 5:30AM Josh and I pulled in to school. We built kilns out of brick, unloaded around 500 pieces of pottery, and got everything ready to go. By 7:30 the first load of pottery had been fired. Rakku is a style of firing with natural glazes started in Japan. Basically there were 3 big steps to our, 'american-ized' Rakku. First, the pots (we had masks we made, as well) are put in to these.. boxes of bricks. A propane tank fueled each kiln. The firing took up to 10 minutes, when the pots inside glowed red. Red hot heat is around 1800 degrees. Students would pull out these masks with long metal tongs and promptly move to a trashcan. The trashcans were filled with gravel, flint, and newspaper. When the hot masks were put in to a trashcan their heat would ignite a huge fire in the trashcan. Trash can kids would than have to make sure the can was shut tight. After about 5 minutes in the trashcan the pots had to be removed and slowly dipped in to water. This is when most people singed their eyebrows / arm hair off. Trashcan kids would have to open the lids slowly to avoid a huge fire burp, and than tong kids would have to reach in and grab the fiery pots. Not the favorite part. After the pottery is dipped in to the water, the masks are set in the shade on concrete to finish cooling. It's a smelly, hot process that takes ALL day. I was a can girl for all of first period (90 minutes) and last period until about 5PM. I was so exhausted, dehydrated, hungry, sunburned, etc., that I about fainted. It was fun, though. Working can was awesome, even if the smoke and fire would temporarily blind you, and made it feel like you were breathing in needles. One time I forgot I had a pot in my can and opened it. Fireballs are bad. >.< But at least I worked the whole damn thing, unlike other lazy, whiny bitches (who aren't even taking an art class!) who skipped out of class all day to lay around like a LAZY ASS BITCH all day. Those people fucking suck the mold off a homeless guys balls. Dan skipped out last block, but at least he made an attempt at helping out. Jeez. Either be there or don't. At least some of the people who skipped all day didn't hang around and fucking stare or lay around all the time. I'm so fed up with certain people I could tear their hair out. @_@ In other news, Dan is in Chicago, and I miss him lots. All of my animals are fine. PetSmart called earlier today to say I had won some basket of stuff for a drawing I forgot I entered in. Got a calendar, a shirt, coupons for shit, and a cat toy. My kitty enjoyed it for her normal 5 seconds. I'll post tons of piccas later. Got a few Chem day ones, and pet ones. None of me, of course. Later. Thursday, May 2, 2002 | 08:48 a.m.
Cyberspace free me The end! Thursday, May 2, 2002 | 08:05 a.m. Things are good. My mice are awesome. My fish is still anti-social. My hair is cut. o.o I've gotten pretty positive feedback on it so far. Positive feedback = no mean comments. For instance, my friend Bobby doesn't really like my hair, but he wasn't cruel about it. Most people liked it. I like it. It's all good. I may post a side-view picca later. Just to give you an idea of the change. My mice are good, as I stated before. They're getting along very well, and even did a little house cleaning yesterday, which was the weirdest thing to watch. Frenzy would hunt through the aquarium for a piece of bedding, find one that suited her, and than bring it back to Dot in their little house. Dot would take the peice of bedding and put in somewhere in the house. It went on for awhile until Frenzy got bored and decided to sit and the door and just shove stuff behind her. Frenzy's very cute (she's black and white.. like a cow-ish) and she's so small and.. well, uncoordinated that she can't run on the wheel very well. Her feet never quite get the rhythm of the rungs, and she ends up stopping and making the wheel swing back and forth. She gets it going pretty high, too. Dot's much better on the wheel, but she's hardly on it. I think my angel fish is nocturnal. Does anyone know if they are supposed to be or if mine's just psycho? He only seems to be really active once all my lights are out. He eats fast, too. I just put a big pinch of bloodworms in and let him go at it. It's so dry in the apartment that I have to compensate for evaporation every 3-4 days. The water level in my fish tank goes down about a good inch. It's amazing. 1-2-3-4-5-666 [<-Bobby.] Did I mention I got 'drafted' in American History? Our American History teacher (Mr. Skradski) is teaching us a unit on the Vietnam War. He picks out 15 days for 10 days and if your birthday happens to be the day he draws than you have to write a paper. If you don't get your birthday drawn, you automatically get the 200 points. If you get drafted and you don't do it, you don't get the required credit. It used to be a 10 page paper. Now it's a 3 page paper, 12pt font, 'double spaced'. On the draft (you know, Selective Service Act, etc.). There are 12 questions you have to answer in your essay. I'm not very bummed about it. Using the format he's making us use, 3 pages won't be hard to get. Especially if you think that there'll be a minimum of 4 topics per page. How easy is that? I knew I should have ran to Canada and hid in the forests. >.< Anywho, I suppose I'd better get back to friggin' pretending to work like I do. Adios. Tuesday, April 30, 2002 | 10:43 p.m.
covin (10:36:04 PM): so i was balls-deep in a toddler the other day I rawk. \m/ I also got mices today! 2 females. One spotted one and one light brown one. The spotted one is wild and loves runing on the wheel. Her name is Frenzy. The brown one is a bitch and she won't lemme even get close to her. That's okay, I will woo her. Anywho, her name is Dot. They're like.. lesbian mice. ^_^ My cat's freaking out. I had Frenzy out in my hands for awhile and at first the Jammer was okay, but than suddenly *whap*! Her declawed little paw lands lightly on Frenzy's back. u.u Oh well. Right now Frenzy's sitting in the food bowl eating and Dot's burrowing or something. My fish, Hornet, is just sitting there, waiting for me to turn out the light so he can swim around knowing I can't see him. And Jammer (she-cat) is sitting watching them all. I want lotsa animals. I just don't like most dogs. >.< Anywho. G'night! Tuesday, April 30, 2002 | 08:11 a.m. |
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