Halloweeny

HALLOWEEN! Best best best best holiday ever, after Christmas.

So far, the best costume I've seen so far is my friend who went as the world's greatest dad. he has a huge mohawk, a rope belt over The World's Greatest Dad Shirt, and underwear over his pants.

Today I'm a flapper. The Marilyn thing didn't work out, because I couldn't find a costume that fit me right; everything was much too long. But the flapper thing really suits my hair, so it's a success.

Going to the cafeteria to see the winning costumes.

Denying Your German Heritage

Oh my gosh. Shaun of the Dead. Watched it twice this weekend. I NEED TO WATCH IT ON HALLOWEEN. alli, if you're reading this- BEST MOVIE EVER. We have to watch it. But if we don't it's ok, because I'm netflixing it.

In other news- I saw two plays this weekend- Mary Poppins, and Pride and Prejudice. I'm speaking in a British accent now hahahaha.

I got my yearbook photos- bom chicka bom bom, i look really good. they airbrushed my face!!

102 and a 99

Today on this day of days I don't feel so good. My stomach hurt all day. I have a math test tomorrow, and two Italian tests on Wednesday and Thursday. Plus, all of a sudden now I have this huge comparative essay on Chillingworth and Dimmesdale due TOMORROW. to.morrow.
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So let's discuss other news. Here is my Dead To Me List.

1. Michael Moore Films
2. Morrissey's Ambiguous Sexuality
3. Black and White Cookies
4. Concept Albums
5. Television Geared Toward Young Adults
6. Books That Aren't Classics *although i like stephen king*
7. Driving

Accidents Will Happen

hey ya. so this weekend was fun. trans buttah was on vh1 classics, as "timothy" buttah. woow.

something good happened, but i don't want to say what it is because i'm tired and i really don't feel like it. so i'll just rub it in everybody's face and listen to more Elvis Costello.

LOST LAST NIGHT

wowzers

huge ass fight at school today. frightening and disturbing, bordering on funny, as always. teachers, students flying down the hallway. people falling on their asses, lots of kids screaming, a flash of the vice principal's pink shirt. teachers grabbing students. two fights within two minutes of each other. all girls, duh. guys don't fight in school. girls are horrible. her eyes were almost gouged out, she was up against the locker all screaming.

in other news, life is pleasant because it's been boring. I'm happy that suddenly I am getting better grades than the huge nerds. I guess that having no life five days a week pays off. Actually, I don't really not have a life..I think I maintain healthy social activities during the week. Of course, it revolves around TV. Yeeea-ah.

One of My Favorite Songs

YOU ALL EVERYBODY

YES.

So SEASON III began this week. And what a season it will turn out to be, just judging from the premiere. Not many questions were answered- actually, more like nil, unless you didn't think the Others were organized and reading Stephen King-and my boyfriend didn't have any screen time, but still it was a good episode.

I hate this new character, Juliet. What a bitch. What a conniving little bitch, eating the sandwhich right in front of Jack and everything. People feel bad for her,too! They're like, Oh poor Juliet, you can tell she doesn't like Ben or any of the Others! She must be a good person. Uhhh, exxcuse me, I don't think so.

PREDICTIONS: KATE AND SAWYER WILL BE FORCED TO MATE

WEEKEND!!!

Today I talked to a friend who told me that The Friendly SOS in Old B. offers Irish Step Dancing, for adults as well. I'm begging my mom, but she's all like, "NOOOOO YOU HAVE TO GET INTO COLLEGE NOOOO"

So this summer, or next school year I'll totally look into it.
This year is going to go fast anyway.

I hate when they find the remains of recently undiscovered sea creatures that are the size of a house. That scares me. The Ocean is a scary place. There are creatures down there that are mad frightening. Don't go swimming!! They will eat you aaaahhh

In other news, I guess it's bad that I didn't read The Scarlet Letter, and I'm having a test on it Tuesday. You know what I'll be doing this weekend.

WAAAAH

I WANT TO BE AN IRISH STEP DANCER.
Why, Lord? Why do I feel the calling of the Riverdance as a sixteen year old? In Irish Dancing terms, I might as well be retired. The only dance classes I took were jazz, ballet, and tap, and I fully realize there are hundreds of ten year olds who could beat my ass in Irish Step Dancing.

I'm trying to find an adult beginner's class I could start this summer (school year too busy with SAT stuff), but I'm having trouble finding any. However, I have two serious connections to Irish Step Dancing, so i can ask them for schedules and more info and stuff. If I did dancing, it would be for a year, unless I could find something local near my college (wherever the Hell that may be).

Why do i want to do this? Is it because I want my hair to like like that? Is it because I want to fly and jump into the air and roundhouse kick people in the face?

Possibly.

But it just looks like a lot of fun, and thanks to google I've found out that there are people who've started dancing at eighteen, and nineteen. Better late than never. Plus, do I really want to be that mother who lives through her daughter and forces her to become Little Miss Step Dancer, when her real passion is...watching cartoons and eating chocolate?? No.

So, I want to step dance. You're welcome to join me, bitches.

Oh but I remember you.

I'm sad I was never into Irish Step Dancing, or something fun and cultural like that. It's only now that I'm older that I'm searching for cultural identity, besides you know, eating pasta and calling people "abatz" and saying the word paisan a lot.

::is mad she never irish step danced and is too old and muscles too creaky::

Everyday is like Sunday is the name of my blog, and it's so true.

Beautiful Video

Him? Uh, ME

Oh my gosh, what is wrong with me. I meant: What you may not know about "me". not "him". does this mean I relate myself to a man?

ARE YOU READY?

Are you ready for Lost Season III?

What you may not know about him from just reading this summer's blog posts, is that I'm a huge Lost fanatic and during the year I live and breathe Lost. I am all about that show. So, in this post, I am going to share some opinions on the cast of characters that make up Lost, as well as adding in some Project Runway shit at the end.

The Men and Women of Lost

1. Desmond- Des, Des, Des!!! I love Desmond, I love Desmond. He is my favorite character, mainly because he's still mostly a mystery to the viewers. He's elusive, passionate, and full of faith. And a healthy Fife accent never hurt anyone much at all, does it? Also, he's bom chicka bom bom.

2. Mr. Eko- Mr. Eko is damn muscular and awesome. Some of his actions are really inexplicable, but I like him because he's probably the coolest priest ever and also he can snap a person in half quite easily.

3. Jack- Jack got seriously annoying, but I give him props for just trying to keep things in order. He has to realize that he can't be the hero, and he can't be the leader of the island, just because of his status as a rich doctor. But I don't hate Jack, like some fans of Lost do, and I hope he saves the day in the next few episodes. (this won't happen).

4. Kate- Kate is really annoying. She reminds me of this girl I know who I'd like to smack in the face. What is wrong with this girl? Almost everything. When she's not sulking about being a misunderstood fugitive, she's fulfilling all her odd Oepidus complexes by flirting and crushing on Sawyer (aka her dad). She's also whiny. Meh.

5. Sawyer- I love Sawyer. Who else is going to call Jin Chewbacca?

6. Hurley- I love Hurley too. Des and Hurley are, I think, the most important to the show. Go Hurley.

And for Project Runway- I hated everyone's outfit last week.

I Met David Sedaris; You Didn't

In other news, I spent the earliest portion of the day dancing at my friend's sweet sixteen. It was so much fun. I don't think I've ever enjoyed synchronized group dancing so much. The Cotton Eyed Joe is still fun after all these years, but it's got nothing on those traditional Indian dances with the sticks.

Yeeeeeaaaaah.

I didn't eat a lot today, so after the David S. show I went to the diner with Aunt K and we ate binner (dinner, breakfast??)

Last night, I dreamt that a certain someone was crying in class. I turned around and said, "Do you have a bad stomach ache or something?"

"No," he said. "I just hate going to the dentist."

"Ooh,"I sympathized. "I hate getting bloodwork done."

Then we were walking around the inn stayed in at Inverness, and it was just like the Smiths song "Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me."

Then another certain someone and I were planning on going to Vermont for a weekend. However, it started to snow profusely, and I thought our plans would have to be delayed.

"Maybe we'll go next week."
"No, we can go now!"

I remember thinking how inappropriate that was.

Then my history teacher and I were swimming down near The Beach House, and she was like, "Let's go all the way out to the bridge." I said, "Are you sure? This water is practically like mud, and we don't want to get E.Coli." So we didn't.

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Today at the party I felt bad for those of my friends who don't dance. I may be quiet sometimes, but I'm never quiet on the dance floor. Something inside of me just pops and I go insane, I've got everything down- twee dancing, skanking, whatever. I'm not one of those slutty dancers, but I know how to have a good time. It's sad when you turn around and you just see some of your friends looking like deer in the headlights. It's like, Ouch, let's go back to our seat.

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I was talking to my friends about how after certain experiences of the last year, I have stopped liking long hair on guys. Long hair on guys- I associate it with child molestors and rat tailed trailer trash. Long gone are the days where I thought Led Zeppelin was so hot. Long gone are the days where my idealized boyfriend was a rock star.

Puh-lease.

After developing my love for Scotland, my idea of an idealized boyfriend/husband has become tall, slightly muscular, light haired, and light eyed, which is by no means representative of the Scottish people, everyone. There are plenty of dark haired Scostmen out there, just look at Desmond from Lost. But Andrew the Bagpiper looked just how I explained, and yes- that idealized guy is wearing a kilt.

KILTS.

KILTS.

KILTS.

Say it with me now.

I watched the death scene from Braveheart on YouTube today. FREEEH DOM. LOL. Braveheart is such a good movie. Yet unintentionally funny. ANyway, the saddest part was seeing Wallace's wife at the very end. Oh, the tears.

Oh the tears.

I Just Met David Sedaris

So Aunt K and I walk in, and I'm talking to her, and she gasps and points to a table where a little man with nice skin was signing books. IT WAS DAVID SEDARIS! I realized then how cute he was, and how if I were walking down the street and little old David Sedaris came by I would probably squeal or something.

So in the back of the line, I was peering over everyone's shoulder just to get a glimpse of him. He has the cutest smile of all time. He was like a teddy bear or something? I mean, I don't know. THe man is tiny. I just had this weird maternal instinct, I wanted to pick him up and run away with him so we could live at my house and watch soap operas all day long.

So then I got closer and closer, until I was right behind this very well dressed couple talking to David. David asked the girl, "Do you have a job?" Which I suppose kind of insulted her, because she kind of just half-giggled, as if she was thinking, "Haha of course I have a job- I'm a rich doctor's wife".

Then it was my turn. I gave him a big frikking smile. He smiled back, in that amazingly cute smile, where he doesn't show his teeth. He signed my book, "Holidays on Ice" and double checked that my name was Laura.

"Now that's what you would call- an attractive couple," he told me, about the rich whities in front of me in line. I nodded my head, and said they definitely were. Even though I didn't even get the glimpse of the guy. But that girl was attractive, so yeah, I bet they were a good looking couple.

"So how old are you, Laura?"
"I'm sixteen."
"Oh!" he said, reaching behind the table to grab a large canvas bag. "I have a little present for you, then-"
"Well, that's good because I have a present for you!" Woo. Thank God. This was a good way to enter my little Fuck It Bucket into the conversation. "One of my favorite stories is about your brother's Fuck It Bucket, so I made you a little one out of a Halloween themed basket."

He smiled and I wanted to ask him if he was sure he was gay. "Why, thank you, that was very kind of you!" (I guess he likes Hershey Kisses). "I always pick up a little something in my travels for the young people," he told me.

"Do you like headbands?"
"Yes!" Wow, I must have sounded like the most obsessed over zealous headband freak in the world. But it's true, I do like headbands. Especially elastic ones that are straight from the eighties. I want a headband, but I always forget to buy one.

"Well, I got this in the Phillipines-" he took out a multicolored, floral elastic headband. "This is in Filipino money," he told me, showing me the the sticker on the back, "but for the sake of not appearing tacky, I'll take it off."

I thanked him "so much", and asked for a picture. I went around the table, put my arm around him, and smiled- I think when she took the pic he was still looking down but who cares, i met freaking david sedaris!!!!!!

He signed my book like this: To Laura, My Teenage Friend (Thank you for the Fuck It Bucket) DS"

I MET DAVID SEDARIS I MET DAVID SEDARIS I MET DAVID SEDARIS I MET DAVID SEDARIS I MET DAVID SEDARIS I MET DAVID SEDARIS I MET DAVID SEDARIS I MET DAVID SEDARIS I MET DAVID SEDARIS