Hey- this is my new blog

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Dear Blogger,

A lot has happened since Friday the 13th, 2009.

on January 20th, 2010 I tried the new blogging system tumblr! I wasn't a fan at first, but I love its multimedia-ness and its been going well between us. It has a pretty strong following it seems, so I'm not going to have to worry about servers crashing or the company selling out anytime soon. Atleast- we'll hope so. I had no idea how well trying to do a new blog would go, but I think being August now, and glancing back at my Blogger, I need to share the news.

Dear Blogger,

we had a great run. I liked being able to post html, drag photos into your layout, and your customizableness. I wish I could find those same qualities in the blog that I have now. They can never take away those assets blogger. But- I've found someone new. And they allow text message posts, audio uploads, easy link posting, a queue, and it can be linked to several other websites. You and I had some good times.

HOW MY HEART LEAPED! when I made my first post, and you autosaved. That's what really wowed me, and even now as I type, I sigh in relief to see you actively saving my progress. for that- I will never forget you. Let this blog be a time capsule of all the memories that we shared. thank you for letting me do that with you.

Love- Jacquelyn

Friday the 13th

Woot! Friday the Thirteenth. The East Village Bookstore in the (duh) east village is closing and they're selling all of their stuff today and tomorrow. I'm pretty damn excited! Mara is picking me up at 12:30 and we'll meet Michael there. I'll be able to read something on the way to the Spam Museum this weekend! After work on Saturday, Michael, Anthony, Ryan, and I are taking Anthony's car to Cedar Rapids. We have a hotel Mike's Mom set up for us there. There's a place in Cedar Rapids with dated 70's decor and a giant 'L' Sign for Leonardo's. They sell pizza and really cheap nachos. Mike and Anthony pledged to go back and eat there, so that's the first day of our trip. We'll spend the night (maybe we'll have a pool?) and then leave the next morning. On Sunday, we'll drive to Austin Minnesota and pass through my dad's home town of Charles City. I'm excited because I miss the houses there. Maybe we'll stop there for lunch? Then- to the Spam Museum! Free admission is cool too. We'll get some spam-necessities and come back home in Des Moines. Perhaps stopping at other places as we go.

On another note. It's getting a lot harder to talk to my dad or listen to him. It's not like, I'm some punk ass teenager and he "doesn't understand me". It's hard to live with someone like my dad because of his Bi-Polar Disorder. He changes subject, doesn't speak clearly, and I can't talk to him. He'll tell me all about his day and getting his oil changed, but doesn't tell me that Jim Hawk has changed their hours to close at 8:30. So when he told me,"Yeah, I had someone come in late and didn't get out 'til 2:00 AM..." I know that's that true anymore. He's at the Prairie Meadows Race Track. I really worry about Dad going to the bank into my account and making withdraws for me. I have no bank statement or list of transactions where I can see how much he's been taking out of there. That really worries me. A whole bunch.

In the Spring

Here I am to write a depressing blog about my emotions. I rarely find myself typing at joyous occasions or times of happiness. This is probably because I'm living and enjoying life and don't have time to waste sitting at a computer. Here in these winter months though I find myself alone on the couch, watching hours of CNN or HGTV and TLC. On one hand I sit in front of the screen listening to worries and questions of Barack Obama, the economy, and a failing housing market. On the other hand I day dream while watching people changing their lives, being creative, having warm families and houses.

I come here to type because I don't know who to talk to. I feel guilt when expressing my own woes to others. My father rarely pauses to hear my concerns when absorbed in his own. My friends are going through much of what I am or worse. My boyfriend and I talk about our ambitions of large houses in a suburb or a small crappy dank apartment downtown. Either way we look optimistically towards whatever we can achieve in life, whether it's doing fairly well or barely getting by, we feel better knowing that we make the choices. No longer inheriting the mistakes of another generation or succumbed to another's poor decisions. No matter where I land myself in life, it will be by my own doing. It's a common feeling among my peers. Soon it'll be our time. And It'll be a better time.

I'm optimistic. Though worrisome of my father's troubles, the state of cleanliness in this house, and of the occupants that reside therein this house, I look onward. I won't be here in year. Almost a year. I turn 18 in May and graduate next spring of 2010. So close yet so far away. I know that if I can just get by until then. People as they get older start looking back. At the good days. When things were simple. Today, I look forward. To a better tomorrow where I have an affect on my future and I can decide. Where I work in a job I actually like, live in a home I love, and have family that's around or cares.

I worry more about the now than the future. I feel stuck in this cold winter. Helpless as to change things. I think "just until the snow is gone... Things will be different. I know it will." This spring will be close to my last in this house. Next spring I'll be so preoccupied with graduating and heading to college so this year, I'm packing up most of my old things and putting it on the garage sale. I'm learning to grow up early. Part with my bulky hand me down desk found on a curb. Willing to let go of the baskets and bags of stuffed animals. Decluttering my old notebooks of middle school and taking down the posters on my walls.

When school gets out this spring and my room is almost clear, I'll help fix the holes in the walls, paint, change dated light fixtures, and garden. This will be my last summer here before I graduate. I know my older brother doesn't care how Dad will sell the house. If he thinks that leaving so much garbage and food around the house bringing cockroaches and leaving his dirty boots on the white rug in the bathroom is fine- I don't see why he'd help Dad fix a knick in the wall, or replace the flooring.

In fall I'll have a car. Finally. Oh- and of course, a license. With this, I'd be able to get a different job downtown if available, closer to the field I want to work in with printing, music, or design. I'll have a complete savings and investment plan to safely accumulate my college fund. My applications to college will be secure and in my senior year I'll be earning several college credits that go towards my major in design, such as photography, graphic design, webpage design, and business.
In next spring, I'll be making the plans to finalize everything. My prom. My graduation. In June, I'll be taking wedding photos on my weekends. During the week, I'll be trying to earn more hours and save. Evenings will be spent going on bike rides and photographing pictures of sunsets. Photos for future career portfolios.

Fall of 2010. It all comes down to this. Hopefully moved out by then, working part time, living in a tiny studio apartment downtown, going to DMACC, and enjoying life.

I feel good looking at my collage of pictures in my room. Posters from DMACC. A college countdown calendar. Pictures of the Des Moines skyline. Gray's lake. Thompson Ave. Meridith Publishing- my someday employer. Java Joe's and Vaudeville Mews. Making money on the side designing band websites, t-shirts, and cd covers through college. Collectively over time pieceing together examples of my work so that someday, I'll be taking those beautiful pictures in Home and Garden Magazine of dainty colonial houses, lush gardens, and strawberry recipes.

It feels good looking at that poster and then I zone back in from the tv set of "House Hunters." Here I am in a cold Des Moines winter on my laptop browsing photo art online. My art desk in the corner is out of place and full of clutter of supplies. Music is playing loud from Thomas's hole in the earth- the basement. The room is dark and hurts my eyes. I've been on this uncomfortable worn couch for too long. I see my collage poster leaning against my art desk. I've almost come to tears looking at the snapshots of 801 Grand in the distance or the Meridith trowl. I feel like I should bring myself to do something. Go take pictures, go for a walk, or mingle with the artists in the Court Ave. area. Why am I not at work earning money for college? I don't mind only working one Thursday a week because there's the other people I think need those hours more than me. In the down time between work and school, I sit at home watching tips of how to decorate my dream home. Some day....
My back hurts from sitting on this couch (as old as me) and I go into my room. I take my laptop with me and sit in my bed. Listening to the inaudible bass line of a song on loop in the basement. Footsteps go back and forth in the hallway. I think about just until spring. If I can just wait until then.

In spring, it'll all be set in motion. Things will change. Maybe Thomas will move out? But I think- probably not. As I watch a show of an ambitious young couple buying a first house, Thomas is sitting in the blue tattered chair as I watch the show. I think about that being me some day buying a house. My daydreaming is shattered by Thomas standing up and yelling at the TV,"You don't need a house! You don't need to move! You don't need to!" He shakes his head and mutters 'no' as he leaves the room. I doubt he'll move, but I can hope.

Its hard to see the TV with the glare on it from the window. We have an old curtain track that needs taken down seeing as it has no curtains. The sunlight also shows the streaks of Mountain Dew on an art piece my mom had of carefully cut paper hands, and words. I refuse to clean it, Thomas sees no need, my dad mentioned it, but changes the subject to complaining more about my brother. New window curtains. I make a mental note of it. That's something we'll need to get to. In the spring.

Des Moines South Side Super Block Zoo Expansion

I live right next to Fort Des Moines Park. From what I understand and have been told by my neighborhood association, the "county park preserve" is just going to be a large portion of the Fort Des Moines park. I would support the expansion more if it didn't take away from the county park. The zoo is owned by the city and shouldn't try to buy off another plot of land for the county conservation. The lake and playground and bike trails I've been on since I was 5 would be part of "Africa, Primates, South and North America". Why is it that we can take away from a county park and leave the golf course unscathed?
A path is also proposed to lead from the Sommerset Neighborhood to the park. This bike path would bring traffic from the dead end that is my street to the zoo. Next to the zoo are buildings that used to be a part of the Fort Des Moines Army Reserves currently housing "offenders prior to conviction, post conviction, and for offenders" through the Fifth Judicial District of Correctional services. They own less than an acre of the proposed "super block". If this was moved to a new location, I also would be in greater support of creating a more "friendly family" environment surrounding the zoo and park.
After the last expansion on the zoo with the indoor facilities thing, I'm sure interest increased, but after you've seen that once, have you seen it all? is the zoo going to expand every five years? What happens after this 50 million plan gets old?

taco Man

On the bus ride home, we stopped and picked up a man from Taco Johns. As I sit next to the window, the aisle seat is open next to me. Taco man sits next to me. He puffy black coat is touching my arm. It's a little un-nerving but I don't want to flinch and upset him. He looks down at the goat sitting in my lap. I keep looking out the window. The strong stench of oily cheap tacos hangs fresh in the air.

Sick.

Blanket of Love

Yesterday, Mike got off of work early, like at 7:00. Yeah! He usually gets home at 9:00. He said business was slow. He called and asked if I wanted to hang out. We went down to Little Ceaser's and had some crazy bread and sauce. A pin ball machine was in there and you won bouncy balls from it. Mike one another ball, but I didn't do so well. Luckily it's a winner every time!
We sat in his car and were disappointed by the cold dipping sauce. Aww... We then went to Menard's and looked at lamps and wallpaper, and doors. Some other stuff too. And then we went to my house.
I lay in bed with Mike. He lay on his back and I rested my head on his chest.
"I really like this position", he said.
"Me too," I replied. We lay there a little longer.
"You're going to find this the cutest thing ever. Last night when I woke up this morning, I found myself cuddled with a blanket, and I thought it was you. I kissed and said,'I love you,' but then I thought,'this is really soft. Hey... Jackie isn't over here.' So I picked up the blanket and moved it around, but then when I laid back on it, it wasn't as comfortable anymore"
I laughed and told him that yes, that was about the cutest thing ever.

Election Night at Michael's

Michael layed a blanket on the floor and set up pillows in front of the tv as we watched the election. I rested on my side and Mike was propped up on his elbow looking at me.
"Would you marry me?" he asked out of no where. I was confused. I looked off to the side, then I looked back at him. I smiled.
"Yes," I said and looked up to him meeting his eyes.
"I would, it's just-"
"Because I'm 16 and need a parent's consent?" I asked.
"Well, Not only that but I couldn't afford a ring," he answered.
"What made you think about it?"I asked.
"Nothing,"he said. I was suspicious.
"Oddly enough, while I was home sick yesterday I was looking online at rings.."
He raised his eyebrow at me. I shrugged my shoulders.
"You know, the one I liked was only 400 dollars..."I suggested.
"400 dollars! I'm not paying that much for a promise ring" Michael exclaimed.
"I didn't say it was a promise ring," I said and smiled slyly.

"I'm getting way over my head,"he said.

AHHHH!!! SOB

All yesterday while I was home and sick, I was typing about my weekend. This morning as I opened up my computer to finish editing my sociology paper, my computer restarted and did updates without me asking and I lost EVERYTHING of what I wrote. That- is infuriating. VERY.

Early Out

Wednesday October 22, 2008

“We can’t have the same thing of the past four years!” Cheering ensues. I munch happily on my leftover lasagna as I watch CNN.
Today after school, I had a pretty lame practice for drum line and pit. Brytaney wasn’t there, and that’s a lot of what concerns me. She’s hardly practiced with us and she’s never played with the drum line alone yet. Ankeney is next Tuesday. Last year, she threw off the whole section and we almost fell apart because she entered five measures too early. Ugh. I’m not particularly looking forward to this. I’m always afraid that she’s going to talk back to our clinician. It’s just part of her personality that she offers up excuses and gets defensive whenever someone asks her a simple question. She went home “sick” today.
It’s 5:00 and in an hour I’ll be needing to clock in at work. Blargh.
Oh! I never told you about my Halloween weekend. I finally got the balls to tell my aunt that I don’t want to go to Minnesota with my female relatives. Yay! I have a weekend back! No work! I have Halloween and All Saints Day and Day of the Dead back! WOOT!!! I’m excited. Mike and I don’t quite have a Halloween party or anything to go to though. Aww… L
Perhaps I will write more when I return from work tonight. Only 3 hours. Sounds good to me! I get my schedule today and have no homework! A relaxing evening sounds great to me. J

Chair Auditions

Tuesday October 21, 2008

After school, I hopped on a bus downtown and walked to the Des Moines Central Library where I met Mike in the biography section. He sat turned from me with his computer is his lap. I came up behind him and asked what he was doing. Some sort of monopoly game.
“Guess who I’m playing against,” he said.
“Ryan?” I asked.
“No, computer,” and he started laughing for some odd reason. He lost the game and turned off his laptop. “Shall we go?” Michael asked.
We took the elevator to the underground parking lot and went on our way.
Before going to Mike’s house, we stopped at the Gateway Market, bought some pita bread and Jone’s soda so I could take my pill. Sample food was abundant as always. I tried some very strong apple cider and some really good cranberry walnut bread. Interesting…
Mike and I hung out in his office before his dad got home. Mike was then summoned to help unload and assemble a gas fireplace for the yard. When it was done, I went outside with Michael and roasted a marshmallow. I’ve decided that I don’t like the taste of burnt marshmallow quite so much. No- not really at all. It caught on fire and turned black. Ick. The fire place came with a poker, even though it has fake wood in place. I have no idea what the hell that’s for. We stuck our marshmallows on it. Mike’s mom pulled up, and was so pleased with her fireplace purchase. Mike took a picture of me and his mom through the other side or the fireplace, and a couple other dorky pictures.
My lord do I love that boy. So much. More than anyone- or for that matter- I will ever know.
Mikis had a couple free buffet and drink certificates to Cici’s pizza where we ate on the south side of town. After dinner, we went inside goodwill to kill some time. Mike bought a movie I can’t remember, and the vhs tape of the floods of ‘93 as documented by Channel 13. Classic. It’s probably worth a fortune some day.
Speaking of fortunes, Mike is investing in stocks of his mom’s company she works for. The stock is at 70 cents now, and twenty years ago was at 80 dollars. Mike said that the stocks just need to go up a 1.20 or so for him to break even. Nuts. I thought about it, and I don’t think that I’d want to go in with Mike on this because I’m afraid of being committed to a long term investment with someone else while not being in a long term relationship. You know how it is.
Michael took me to Lincoln High school and sat in his car for what was an estimated few minutes as I took my audition. What was only supposed to be 15 minutes took a half an hour. Michael was upset and came inside. He wasn’t angry at me- he couldn’t be, but was instead upset with the band directors. I was the last person of the whole day to audition when I’m the only person in my section. It’s pretty infuriating that being a guaranteed first chair, I have to audition at a very inconvenient time late at night. Oh- I also found out that tomorrow Pit and Drumline are supposed to be practicing after school, but Matt Hoskins the drum line instructor can’t show up- because he has classes. I don’t know how long that’s supposed to take. I asked a drummer how long they knew about this meeting. He said about thirty minutes. The Ankeny drum line clinic is next Tuesday. I am NOT looking forward to it. At All.

A Path in Planning

Monday October 20, 2008

Last week was conferences. During the long weekend, I did some investigating. I had already been planning on career and college research and the college planning seminar during advisory on Tuesday pushed me even a little bit more. On Wednesday after the early out I hung out with Mike. On my return home, I got on my laptop, and browsed around on the “Choices Planner” thingy I’ve used since middle school. After some quite convenient research provided, I drew to conclusion that maybe music isn’t the best field for me. I think that I could easily excel in the graphic arts and design industry. I looked through the colleges in Des Moines that offer that field, and found that DMACC at Ankeny has a graphic design program.
DMACC? I never thought I’d ever want to go there, but then I got more warmed up to the idea. Cheap tuition. Great location. A bus goes to it. Two years. All transferable credits. No foreign language requirements. Minimal Core Class requirements. Did I say that it was cheap?
Graphic designers make more money than a career in music, with added job security as well. The field is always growing and it’s easy to find a graphic design job in any location in the event that I’d ever like to move from Des Moines to elsewhere.
Anywho. So, also over the weekend I looked into- you’ll never guess- a car. Yeah… I know. Sucks huh? I’d only probably drive a car a few times a week and then in the winter. I’m still hoping on getting a little scooter thing for the summer and riding the bus. I’m hoping on buying a Volkswagen Beatle. Old School. Yeah..
I looked into houses online. Wow- prices are so low for them. I hope that they’re still really affordable in the next two years after I graduate high school. Better yet, the next four years when I graduate college. *sigh* yeah. That’d be sweet. Living in an apartment downtown. I feel so non apart of my house that it’s like a dorm or boarding house some times. A studio or one room apartment would be a big change to where I’m at right now, but at the same time it wouldn’t be. It’d be great to have that kind of independence and a better living environment. To feel safe and in a supportive non-violent or conflicting house. Yet, I’m used to living in a small space and arranging and working with furniture and color to maximize it’s full potential. I’m so excited to live in the smallest apartment or house life can throw at me- just so I can experiment with working a small space.
Looking into the future like this, gives me a lot more motivation I never felt like I had before. I cleaned my room and organized so that I can see the DMACC poster on my wall. I have a list of goals on my closet door next to a romantic and beautiful sketch I did of “where I see myself in 10 years”. I cleaned my desk and added a lamp and guess what- I did my homework!! Math at that! It was so easy. I can’t remember the last time I did homework. Probably not since a year. No kidding. I just never do homework outside of school. It was so quick and easy- I think I’ll do it more often. That was so sweet! I practiced my bassoon and cleaned it. Now, I’m typing! Blogging! The 7th thing listed on my Goals sheet.
Number 8 on my list of goals: Be Happy.
(I think I’m there.)

NOOOOOO!

GOD DAMN NOOOOOO!!!!

So yesterday while my dad was paying his bill at Sears, I sat in the car and listened to 105.1 Channel Q. I heard a song I really liked and wrote down the lyrics on a sticky note. I went home downloaded it, and listened to it ALL night long and fell asleep to it.
"Handlebars" by Flobots.
This morning after waking up to this song, and taking a shower, I go on myspace and look up this band so I can add them.

On their page, it says that last night at the people's court, They played.

SON.
Of.
A.
BITCH.

A thought from Kavya

A thought from Kavya

I know I haven't blogged in a while, but here's something for you:

"so, here's my revelation. c, a guy friend asked wat girls look 4 in a guy, and i've been thinkin bout it, and i figured it out. c, when a girl likes a guy she makes up fantasies bout him, so when the guy asks her out she no's he's "the one" if he can replicate or improve them. but obviously, it's a fantasy, so she can make it w/e she wants, so obviously the dream guy is absolutely nothing like the actual guy, so he can never duplicate the fantasy. that means the only option is to improve it. so a girl wants a guy who is better than she dreamed!"

I totally understand this and feel the exact way. Michael is better than I could ever have imagined. :* love yah sweetie

Grr... Damn Uterus

Saturday night ( or Sunday morning) at 3:00 AM, I got up to use the bathroom. My bladder coaxed with way too many lemonades at the half moon in Clear Lake nudged me from my bliss. I tip toed around the bed holding Mike in his slumber and hit my toe on the pull out sofa. FUCK!
Upon reaching my destination to the second door down the hall, I was greeted by my period. Ergh... I returned to bed and just rolled over Mike to my side of the bed instead of going around. Mike was awake and I told him that I didn't feel so hot. He held my hand firmly and kissed my neck as I tried to hold my whimpers and go back to sleep. I tossed and turned and kicked violently through out the night.
On Sunday, I mostly lay around the trailer as things happened around me and tried to get some rest. Mike and I rode around the golf cart some more, and chased squirrels through the park.
On the way home, Mike and I sat in the back seat of the truck. I tried to sleep through it all and keep my head down in Mike's lap.

Monday, I went to school, and sat on the hill away from the rest of the pit as the band down below worked on charts. They only played a measure or two, then stopped to work on pictures. Sammy came up the hill. "I don't mean to sound like a bitch, but is there something you guys can do or practice."
"You guys are working on pictures. We can't play much." I pointed below. The band moved one move and stopped again. Noise and mumbling came from the band looking at charts.
"Well, can't you guys practice something?" she asked.
"Bartachek and Stegemann don't want us playing when you're working,"I said.
"I'm sorry, but that's fucked up. You're apart of the drum line too. In my freshmen year, we had to take it all the way from the school down here,"Sammy said and walked down the hill angrily. She stopped to talk to Laura Burns about her frustration as she angrily gestured about and then toward us. Laura looked angry too.
The pit wasn't too happy about it. "Sorry, but who's she to NOW decided that we're part of the drum line when we haven't been included this whole time?"

I survived English class, but towards the end of it, I wasn't feeling too good and went to the Nurses office. I took some Ibuprofen and lay in a dark room on a leather inclined cot with another fallen soldier who's pain was inflicted as well by cramps. I went to talk to the nurse and asked if I could go home.
I got dad on the phone, and took my things downstairs. I signed out in the attendance office, then went outside and sat in front of the school entrance. Dad took me home, and called Younkers and told them I wouldn't be coming in.

This morning, after taking my pill, my vitamin, ate some food and got dressed, I started feeling nauseaus and went back to bed. ERgharha..... Damn Period.

Bold Day

Today is "Bold" Day for spirit week Wear one color. I did blue. Not may people are participating. Some people just have a plain shirt and jeans. I have:
2 blue bows
blue dress
blue tights
blue shoes
blue makeup
blue nails
blue shirt
blue earrings
3 blue necklaces
and blue hair
and I put a blue bandanna on my goat. I hope my picture is in the yearbook. Oh. and my back pack is blue. but it always is.

Other people think "Bold" day is stupid, and are instead substituting "clash" or "mix- match" day.

In English we're watching the Scarlet Letter. I'm in the front row, right in front of the TV WITH THE REMOTE and still can't make sense of what's going on.

Tomorrow is -er day. I think I'll be a flapper.
I don't have late night band practice tomorrow- that's great because I don't work.
Tonight I work. I hope they don't mind the blue.

-- Mr. Zaugg is talking about how Newton was an asshole. "Thomas Edison wasn't so nice either"
The fat annoying kid behind me asks,"Thomas Edison, who's he?"
"You know, guy who invented the light bulb, photographs, records..."
"I thought that was Thomas Jefferson. Then who's he? Who's Thomas Jefferson?"
I cringe and shake my head. This kid volunteers to speak TOO MUCH. Brytaney Abrose times 1000.

Contention

This week has been awfully content. I worked 12 hours, I get my pay check today, Ignite went amazingly well.
Today, Danielle and I are going shopping. Younkers, J.C. Penny's. Shoe carnival, target, maybe goodwill! I'm excited that I get to hang out with her. She's stressed a lot, and often. I am hoping that today I will make her feel better.
Tomorrow, Mike, Ryan, Sam, Dustin, Hannah, Anthony (?) and I are going to Sam's Club. I love grocery shopping with mike. Anthony want to thrift shop so I guess we're doing that too. Hooray! I'm happy to have a Saturday off.
I got my schedule for next week. I work Sunday, Monday, and Wednesday. Not Bad!
Next week is homecoming week.
Monday - Solid color day
Tuesday- -er day
Wednesday- Spirit Day
Thursday - dress up day
Friday - no school. decorating for homecoming game.

Saturday is the dance but I'm going to Clear lake with Mike and his family. I'm excited that I get to sleep with him overnight again. It was really peaceful and relaxing last time. I'm looking forward to it.
Yesterday, It was said that several boys wearing plain blue t-shirts were went to the office for supposed gang affiliation. Monday is bold/solid day. The V-P's were said to have said that no solid blue, red or black is allowed. From what I understand, those three colors will be worn by many students in response to this silly rule. I'm interested in learning more. Brytaney told me that she saw (I think ) Hummell telling boys to change their shirts. Who has an extra t-shirt at school? It's not like you can turn it inside out either. But what if there is more gang activity here?
That makes me nervous.

Sandal's again

Martha, Lucy's mom, told me that Lucy's mental age is about 12 years old. When she ran away on Saturday, She walked barefoot to see me at the mall. I had already left work when she left home. Lucy has been talking to a 23 year old guy from Nebraska who she's never met. I had to watch Lucy and make sure she didn't call him. This guy, Paul, lives with his parents and is also not mentally stable.
I had no idea Lucy was like that.
Today, I go to "South" to mentor Freshmen. I kinda forget what we're doing today....
Mrs. Ligouri is wearing those Sandals again!!!
AAARRGHH!!!!!

light headed

"It infuriates me when people are dissing on immigrants."
It infuriates me when you wear black shoes with navy pants.
It's early out. I'm in English class. After school, I'm hanging out with Lucy today. My dad doesn't want me to go with her, but I probably will. I'll call her when school gets out.
I took a shower this morning and blew my nose. A black and bloody sick thing fell into my hand My nose was bleeding and when I spit, it was in my outh. I was light headed and fell to my knees in the shower. I turned off the water and tried to relax. Three more times I'd turn on and off the water but kept on feeling faint. I wanted to use my anti- bacterial fungus shampoo. I climbed out of the shower and lay on the bathroom rug for a a bit. I shakily stood, went into my room and lay in my bed a bit. I got dressed, took my vitamin, ate a ding-dong, and went to school.
I sit in front in my math class. All the better to see that everyday Mrs. Ligouri's heel sticks out over her brown strapped slip on sandels. Yesterday, she wore a closed heel and toe shoe. But today, she's at it again wearing those badly fitted shoes. I look at shoes a lot now.
Today I get my Ignite shirt. yay. Medium. Bright orange and blue font. Tie it around my neck like a cape. Kids laugh as I pass by.

Always Something

There's always something going on. Something always happening. It's always the same Over and Over... I'm finding it more difficult to pick out and choose what's really important. What is significant enough for me to write a couple sentences and bring back a single moment of life in question vividly in my mind?
Always something going on - Like Mrs. Ligouri reviewing our homework right now. She leaves the answers on the overhead for less than a minute that I can't even see if I got the right answer. I just assume I do. There's only 9 kids in this class and 2 of us have A's. I'm one of them. I'm a little surprised- but whatever. That's cool.
I've been sneezing a lot recently. It's sort of like allergies except there's not much pollen this time of year. Just super crazy really high humidity. RAWRG!!!!! sneezing...
Three freshmen showed up at Art Club last week. I don't think I'll go this week. I'd rather be at the Legion Hall then there. I hae band tonight. It was cold this morning, so I anticipate it being colder tonight. I might wear my winter jacket. I need a locker soon to put that in and mh other stuff. maybe I'll pimp it out. I haven't been to target in a while. Maybe I'll go with Lucy tomorrow.
Katie (and me I guess) are supposedly trying to hook up Chris and Danielle. Sure- They're both good looking, but I don't know if they're alike. A lot of times, Danielle doesn't really come off as "real". She has a lot of insecurities she needs to cope with.
On Thursday, I'm going to Lincoln SOuth for Ignite. I'm in a boy's advisory so I'm a little nervous that they'll be jackasses. I hope they listen and like me. Maybe I'll take them out to eat if I like them enough. I'll get my orange ignite t-shirt today- hopefully.
I don't think I'll do my math now. I have a quiz tomorrow and I can probably just do it tomorrow.... Meh.
It's Tuesday. I dont' have work on Saturday. I am elated. I'm going to Sam's club with Mike and Ryan. Sounds like fun. Next Tuesday I don't ahve late night band practice so I get to hang out with Mike.
I got my list of Mentees!!!!
THEY"RE GIRLS!!! YAAAAAAY!!!!