Thursday, September 15, 2005

the o.c. new season

I'm watching The O.C. the new season. I've been hooked ever since it was discovered that Marissa was a lesbian (even though she was just experimenting... she's back with Ryan now I think...). Now she shot Trey and got herself expelled from school. I liked the episode where Caleb dies though... nice and twisty and just as the slutty wife was just about to murder him of an overdoes of sleeping pills too. And now Summer is trying to expose crack addict/slutty vixen Taylor for the bitch she truly is. At least thats what I've seen so far (I haven't been watching very long though... I just got back from a lesson with my (new flute teacher)). Add to it all that Adam Brody could possibly be the hottest guy in today's media (and Jewish... two birds with one stone, even though he is too old for me and taken with his on and off screen girlfriend Rachel Bilson) and you have yourself one stellar show. Except for Gilmore Girls. I think that's my all time favorite show. At least for now. Until Marissa decides that she is a lesbian again...

I was thinking about life not on earth... you know aliens and martians and stuff. And I guess I'm what might be called A Believer. Not A True Beleiver... I haven't seen every X-Files known to man (in fact the show gives me the heebie-jeebies) but I have read Ender's Game and Ender's Shadow and once I even attemped to read the sequels also by Orson Scott-Card (attempted because I tried and failed... looked for them at the library and after the first could not be located I gave up and lost the ambition to ever try again). And I (obviously) think that aliens exisit somewhere... even if we as humans can't see them. As I was on this subject I was thinking how lonely I would feel if I knew that there was only life on Earth and nowhere else. The same sort of feeling you get after Thanksgiving, when everyone comes to your house and it's so loud and crazy for a few days and then on Sunday or maybe Saturday they all go back to their respective homes and you're left with this empty house and this horrible empty feeling inside.

I was going to expand on that but I think it's probably too weird to think about. Maybe. Not like anyone is reading this anyway. And now the O.C. is over and I have Chapter Four (Chinese and Indus River Valley Civilizations) still to read in my history book. So. Tata. ForNow.

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

fall

all of the leaves in my yard suddenly turned orange and fell of their respective trees. i guess that means that fall is here... or almost here anyway, considering that the temperature outside is currently 90 degrees give or take and my parents still won't let me wear the oh-so cute sweaters i purchased at the end of the summer. and by the time i actually wear them they will be out of style. but thats ok. i like them anyway. but omg omg omg

my clothes came today from american eagle!! yay!! in their own little plastic packaging and everything. they even still had fold lines. i love that. knowing that no one else has ever tried them on before, that i will be the sole and only wearer (until norah inhereits them or they go to charity/ the thrift store). i don't know why. i guess its because i am such a selfish bitch but thats ok.

i've just been busy lately. with high school and homework and whatnot. none of it is interesting enough to write about though/unfortunately. i'm babysitting today. from 7:00-9:20 while the babysittee's mom (and my mom) go to a religous school meeting. or something like that.

anna ruth's house was cool last weekend. it feels like yesterday even though it was five days ago. amazing, time goes by so fast i wonder where it has all gone.

east merchandise goes on sale on fridays. perhaps i'll manipulate my parents into buying me a $30 sweatshirt. it's also club week at east. i think i mentioned that in my last post but thats ok. i signed up for amnesty international and the service hours learning club (my mom wanted me to). it kind of surprised me when i traveled to upper quad c today (where club week is being held) and saw the christian fellowship club thing. they had posters that said "g-d loves you" and one of the girls was singing a gospel and playing along on her guitar. i guess they're allowed to have their own thing but then shouldn't all the other religions have clubs too? like the jap club? the hindu club? united-islams-of-america? it doesn't seem equal but i guess when there's not an interest...

hurricane ophelia is hitting the outer banks as i type. i think it was upgraded into a category two. oh just kidding. the weatherman says that it is a "furious category one" which seems sort of silly because obviously it is absolutely nothing compared to katrina. i doubt that "ophelia" will add to the list of retired names, camille, floyd, katrina etc etc. i guess thats all for now. having dinner soon. lamb chops and garlic primavera risotto.

uh oh. the atlantic beach pier just collapsed. perhaps its a bit worse than i thought. i mean not the destruction of new orleans but it is moving so slowly that the winds and rain pound unrelentlessly before finally letting up. it's hard to identify when we're not getting any rain though. for goodness sakes i think we're actually in a drought! the sky is a nasty color though.. a disgusting gray. gray skies are the worst. sunny and cloudless cool, stormy cool, but gray is just so gray and bleh. makes me sad. i was born in rochester, new york and my mom says that when we lived there the gray skies made her so sad. everyday, gray for the entire winter and a good part of spring and fall too. i don't think i could ever live somewhere so depressing.

speaking of depressing i'm reading a very depressing book. it's called I wonder when you'll miss me and it's about this (fat) girl who tries to commit suicide after being raped at school. she goes to this rehab place and loses tons of weight and returns to her home 6 months later but still doenst fit in. and to top it off she's haunted by her former fat (thats the only reason why i mentioned her weight issue) self. which classes her as a skitzophrenic (spelled wrong i know). and her father died suddenly of a brain anyruesm when she was 11. and her only friend in rehab (or ever)commited suicide (while in rehab) by drinking a gallon of cleaning fluid. and im only on page 50 or so. she still has to run away from home etc. i dont know why i like reading those books. i think they make me feel better about my own situation. and speaking of that:

today on oprah there was a special about these people that think they're ugly, hideous, monsters even though most of them are all pretty normal (or even above average looking). extreme disorted body image. this one woman had like 26 plastic surgeries even though she was only 28 and looked like a scary version of barbie. her nose was like 3 sizes to small and her lipe 10 sizes too big (even bigger than angelina jolie's i know... hard to believe huh) her hair was beautiful though. it was platnium blonde and long and shiny and flowy. it was her best feature by far. other people couldn't drive cars because the mirror distracted him so much, he just wanted to stare at himself and think about how he could make himself look better. it just made me feel better about my own situation. it could be worse.

**breaking news**breaking news**breaking news**breaking news**breaking news**breaking news**breaking news**breakin
THE WEATHERLADY IS AN IDIOT~THE WEATHER LADY IS AN IDIOT~THE WEATHER LADY IS AN IDIOT~THE WEATHER LADY IS A
ok: so there's a hurricane going on and its raining and hurricane strength winds and 1.5 foot flooding and the weather lady is out there saying "its raining really hard now" and "this is why everyone had to evacutate" not to mention "the flooding is coming up to my knee" and "you can tell just how strong the wind is... it's blowing me this-away". thats really the smart thing to do. next thing she''ll be knocking on the doors of the houses losing their shingles and ask the people inside exactly why they did not evacuate even though it was mandatory by the governor of nc. dinner is served

maybe i'll post some more later when i have more to say. though i realzied i just wrote a lot a lot a lot even though i supposedly had nothing to say. whatever/later. (l8r!!)

Sunday, September 11, 2005

headgear dave?

recently "headgear dave" has left 2 comments on my blog about (what else...) headgear (hence the name). so "h.d." (if you're even reading this and not some creepy stalker guy) i know i've been slow to reply because i've been busy this week and haven't had anything to say and i won't reply to your email because i'm paranoid like that but whatever.
here are the answers to your questions:
1. there is absolutely no way to make headgear less dorky (sorry but it's kind of a dumb question, i mean it's a thing that goes around your head and a metal thing that sticks out of your mouth)
2. the pain is pretty bad for the first 2-4 weeks if you wear it every night but it lessens as you continue
3. 6 months is so not a long time!!! i've had my headgear for 5 years!!!
4. no of course none of my friends have never seen me in headgear... what kind of loser do you think i am??
i do sort of feel for you though. it must totally suck to wear it in a dorm. i would die. of course it might be a dumb idea to listen to me abo ut headgear. seeing as i neglected to wear it and am now having permanent teeth pulled in november as a result. so yeah. thats about it. try sleeping on a down pillow as opposed to a regular one, when i was actually wearing my torchure device i found it was easier to sleep with the pillolw conforming around my misshapen headgeared head.

i'd love to stay and post about my boring day but i have a large history quiz tomorrow on ancient egypt etc. exciting exciting.

Thursday, September 08, 2005

purple walls

I haven't posted in a while. I've been pretty busy lately. And I'm not just saying that either. My journal (which I had been writing in regularly every day since June) has been lying unopened on my bedside table. Which (for the record) is actually sitting in the hall right now because my room was finally painted purple this weekend. Purple Easter Egg, which is a horrible name for the most beautiful color. It's like the most perfect purple color and it's on my walls.

After we (ok, after my parents) finished painting my room it was smelly for a few days and as they didn't want the paint fumes to intoxicate me so the first night after the room was done I slept in the guest room. But it was really creepy in there, with my cheap-o desk, candy machine, computer, and all other worldly possessions all stacked precariously around the bed and on the rocking chair. So for the past few nights I ended up sleeping on the cot in Norah's room while my mom finished up my bedskirt. Including tonight. So when the O.C. premiere ends in a few seconds (it was rather unsatisfying tonight by the way, I prefer Gilmore Girls so much better) thats where I will be headed. So I think I'll end this post. I have such the headache... More tommorrow because its FRIDAY! YAY FRIDAY!! VIVE LE VENDREDI LOL.

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