What a week. What a crazy, tiring week. Obviously, I haven't posted in some time, but I wasn't really in the mindset. Taria is "vacationing," shall we say, and I am sitting at home trying to decide if, in fact, I should take a nap soon.

Last Saturday morning started the first of the four most emotionally taxing days of my life, to date. Pany called me around 11 - I had just gotten out of the shower, and I figured she was calling to remind me to return her Patti Is 40 shirt which I'd worn, but not yet washed. Pany called around 11 - to tell me a friend of mine, not real close, but still a friend, had been killed in a car accident. At first I couldn't place the name with a face. I'd always known Sam by his first name only. He was just Sam, who once worked at Pretzel Time and gave Colin and I free drinks, who was hanging out with Jayden at the Powerman 5000 concert two years ago, who told me we never got to talk enough once while he saw me walking to lunch. So when it finally clicked, the tears came, and I interrogated her (probably more harshly than I should have) on the validity of her sources. She said it was in the paper (it was), and his name wouldn't be in the article (it wasn't) because the authorities had yet to notify his parents.

Lindsey Jarzynka lives two houses up the street from me. She'd just given the news to Pany moments before and decided she should tell me in person, beacuse telling people over the phone seemed... cold and impersonal. Believe me, I wish there was no need to tell people news like that. I wish it had never happened, and news like that would just be a sick joke, one which I'd react by saying "Why would you say something like that?" But it did happen, and through the miracle of communication, news like that must be shared. I wish I had been told in person. I really needed someone there right then.

Lindsey got down here eventually, just as I was hanging up with Pany. We talked for a long time about Sam, about life and death. We washed our cars to clear our minds. The next three days went by quickly in retrospect, but at the time, my head felt like it was in this cloud, this strange cloud of disbelief and pain. At school on Monday, the teachers read us the school-sanctioned informative letter, and I almost cried. The office distributed photocopies with the two articles in the paper, the obituary, and a photo of Sam with his friends. I cried then, in study hall, when I saw it.

The wake was hard. Everyone was in so much pain, and my ride (Pany) couldn't stay in the room too long because she said she felt faint. We went to the crash site memorial for the first time on Monday. Somehow, I felt better when I was there. It was outdoors, in the sunshine, and there was just this multitude of stuff left for Sam. It was sad, still, but at the same time it was saying 'Sam mattered to us. To everyone driving by, at least understand that. Sam mattered to us so much.' The funeral was at 2 on Tuesday. Colin and I got out at noon to go have lunch and put flowers at the site. The service lasted an hour and some, and apparently the people who had come to pay their last respects to Sam numbered so many that there was a crowd forming outside the doors of the mortuary waiting to get in. Waiting to say goodbye. Seeing Sam in the casket... it was still so hard to finalize. It looked like a very well crafted doll. It was as if, any minute, Sam would just jump out from behind something and go, "Sorry about all of this, but isn't that fake me over there cool?" It hurt so, so much walking by that last time.

And so it closed, those four days. I'd like to go back out to the site again, just to visit, to see if our flowers have stood up to the past couple of days' rain. To Sam, I would like to say 'I miss you. And I feel so fortunate to have known you while you were with us.' But I'm sure he knows that. I hope he knew how much everyone loved him. His friendship extended to so many people, and all of us are trying to move on together.

^Aloha...

^Somehow, the need to be sacastic and witty and funny eludes me tonight. I can't get Sam off my mind. For all of you who don't yet know, he was killed in a car accident on Friday night. I am still in shock. I didn't make the connection that I had known him until this morning when I looked him up in the yearbook. Wow. What can I say but wow? When Vasta pointed him out to me I whispered "Oh shit," and burried my face in my hands. I cried. It's not a reaction I'm proud to showcase with the swearing and all, but it's what I did.

^Sam was one of those special people that you don't meet every day. When I moved here at second quarter of freshman year, I sat behind him in Hon French 1 with Buda. Mme Buda is not always the easiest person in the world to get along with. And all those times where I would say, "I hate this woman, I hate this class, I hate this school, I hate this city, I hate this life and I want to go back to Texas," Sam was the first one to make me laugh and tell me we were all in this together. I am eternally grateful to you for that, Sam.

^If you didn't know him, I wish you had. He was the kind of person that was just cool. And was cool with everybody else. NO matter who you were, he would always make you feel more than welcome - a quality not found in too many people in Millard North. And if he knew you, no matter on what level - from acquaintance to best amigo, he would make a point to say hey in the hall, no matter who he was with. Anyone could find a good time hanging out with Sam. Anyone.

^I still don't think it's actually soaked into my head yet. The little things are affecting me. I always saw him during passing period (between 6th and 7th) and he would always call me the Calculater Bandit (long inside joke I can't even remember) and it would always annoy me, but in a good way. And today, it was so quiet. And it hit me that he will never call me the Calculator Bandit again. I don't know if I can adjust to that. I don't know if I can adjust to those little things. Like the fact that I can't even remember why he called me the Calculator Bandit. Like writing my tales about our everyday encounters (like how he would dash upstairs on the way to 3rd hour - well I assume he was going to 3rd hour and punch me ) in past tense. Past Tense. Because they no longer happen. And they never will. It just doesn't feel right.

^I feel bad. As though I have let him down. I don't deal well with death. The last funeral I went to was my Father's when I was 9. I haven't been able to go to one since. This includes the other friends of mine that have passed away throughout the years. I thought this time would be different. I knew I could muster up the courage to go to his visitation and say "Goodbye..." When I turned onto 78th ( I think I might've been lost) I burst into tears and had to turn back. I couldn't do it. The thought of going to his funeral made me hyperventilate. I almost wrecked my car. I had to pull over. I just can't do it. I don't know why. I feel horrible. I feel like I should go. I can't. I can't. I am so sorry Sam. I hope I haven't failed you. I just wish you would call me the Calculator Bandit just one more time...

That is all...thank you.

Let's see... "EARN YOUR DEGREE ONLINE!" ... "Burn Fat While YOU Sleep!" (as if I was going to burn fat while someone else slept?) ... "Important" (funny, you would have thought that one would have come with an exclamation point) ... hm. I don't think Taria sent that survey to my hotmail account. Now I have to go dig through what must be piles of mail rotting in my AOL account. "Own Your OWN CASINO!!!" (...what?) ... "My naked home page! I was drunk, don't blame me!" (oh man, I'm not even going to bother with this one) ... Taria, which account did you send this damned email to?

.signs onto other two accounts.

Finally. 1 of 194 new messages. I should really check my mail more often. Let's see here...

1. Full name: Jennifer Natalie Go. It has a song. I myself, my person, have no song... just my name. I bet my grandmother, original holder of the name "Natalie," would be proud.
2. Birthday: 10 November 1984
3. Birthplace: Omaha, NE
4. Celebrity Crush: Jhonen Vasquez. Okay, he's not "famous" by a standard account, but it's all I could think of. I don't plan to spend all night thinking about this stuff, you know.
5. Favorite Band: Nine Inch Nails.
6. Favorite Female Singer: Shirley Manson - That's it! Hey Taria! I found my Gay Exception! Only, her accent is kind of creepy. Oh, nevermind. My Gay Exception category will forever be blank.
7. Favorite Male Singer: Trent Reznor
8. Favorite Actor: Johnny Depp, maybe? He's the only one I can think of right now, probably because 'From Hell' came out on DVD yesterday, and Rikki was all excited about owning it
9. Favorite Actress: I honestly don't think I have a favorite.
10. Best Friend(s): I don't think there really is an "Alpha-Friend" in this case...
11. Funniest Friend(s): If these people stand a chance of sticking around long enough to be called friends, they'd better have a sense of humor.
12. Loudest Friend(s): Same goes with being loud.
13. Friendliest Friend(s): I refuse to answer this on the grounds that it is redundant, and therefore a poorly worded question.
14. The friend you can confide in: I've told Lindsey lots of incriminating things... good thing she doesn't read this.
15. Your crush: Am I supposed to put Colin in this category, or does the "crush" label become invalid after an extended period of dating?
16. The last CD you bought: Bought - Nine Inch Nails "And All That Could Have Been" Aquired - Prodigy "Fat of the Land"
17. The last movie you saw in a theater: Death to Smoochy. It was bad, but I don't think it deserved zero stars like the newspaper said.
18. Your favorite tv show: Jeopardy
19. Your last vacation: San Francisco, last summer. Though I wouldn't call cleaning a deceased person's living quarters top to bottom a "vacation."
20. Your favorite Drink: Water.
21. Your favorite food: Mandarin Oranges, naked pasta, mint ice cream
22. Your favorite candy: Those sour gummy worms... and the mystery flavor Starbursts
23. Your favorite animal: Bloaty, the dead baby bird that's stuck in the gutter under my window.
24. Your favorite movie: Pi. Or Requiem For A Dream - see that movie and you will never, ever do drugs.
25. Your dream Car: My car right now, minus that mysterious dent over the passenger side door and that scratch on my fender from where I sideswiped that van in the parking lot of Dillard's last holiday season (yes, it was my fault, but that damn van also parked way too far into my space)
26. Your favorite book: 1984 or Brave New World. Brave New World is basically 1984 with more sex and drugs.
27. Your favorite number: 21
28. Your Favorite fast food place: BK
29. The CD in your cd player right now: The Faint "Danse Macabre"
30. What do you want to be when you "grow up": alive. also fed, clothed, and happy. the "happy" will probably be the hardest part, because as Taria knows, I am a naturally unhappy person.
31. Who was your first kiss?: It's embarassing enough that a couple people know. Posting it would only facilitate the spread of that awful, awful fact.

.sniffs.

Something in this room smells like swiss cheese. And if it's not me, then... I think I should go investigate this.

^Aloha (yay, Jen is alive. I was starting to wonder)

^By the way, Jen, the reason I report for Kiwibox.com is because writing/journalism is my second numero uno passion along with performing. And since I've been doing it my whole life, I really don't want to take remedial journalism to be on the newspaper staff, so I must content myself with this for now. I know the website is for 12-year-olds, but it lets me us my talents and will someday aide me in creating a portfolio of all my published works. It's like starting at the bottom (the very very very very bottom) and working my way up! So ppppppppppfffffffffffffftttttt!

^The lovely Kirsti Hanson sent me another one of the many little personal surveys floating about on the WWW. I filled it out and put it up so that we can all know a little bit more about me. By the way, I sent one to you, Jen. I expect to see it up here soon! Oh yeah, I sent one to you too, Davey. Thought it'd be cute for Obey The Fist. You're probably going to call me a slut and delete it...but such is life!

^Anyway, enjoy reading about me...and don't be afraid to take notes. You may be quized..wink wink. *But probably not.* And who knows - people that do well on the quiz may get a prize! *But probably not.* And we all love prizes..wink wink...nudge nudge.

>1) Full name: Taria Michelle Abram
>2) Birthday: April 2 (yay for aries)
>3) Birthplace: Champaign/Urbana (the Urbana side) IL b.c. the town I lived in (Rantoul) was so small it didn't have a real hospital.
>4) Celebrity Crush: Jimmy Fallon
>5) Favorite Band: there's so many..right now Incubus, SO2, and Yellow Peril
>6) Favorite Female Singer: hard to say...I'm into guy singers right now, but of course all my MN girls
>7) Favorite Male Singer: Brandon Boyd, Jimmy Fallon - not to mention some of my "all the time favorites" Sam Vasta, Elliott Erickson, John Stutznegger, Jeff and Joe Hoeft, Ben LeGrow and Mike Hinckley to name a few
>8) Favorite Actor: (there's so many!) Jimmy Fallon, though he may be more of a comedian - and of course all my MN boys
>9) Favorite Actress: (ahhh too many!) Tina Fey (comedian also...) - and once again my MN girls
>10) Best Friend(s): well the best out of all of them right now is...what? are you kidding? do you know how much trouble you get into if you name one person as your best friend? really...i hope you don't think i'm that stupid. besides, i love you all.
>11) Funniest Friend(s): well you're all pretty goofy
>12) Loudest Friend(s): Sammie makes funny noises...and they're loud sometimes
>13) Friendliest Friend(s): well aren't all of them friendly? or else how would they be my "friends?"
>14) The friend you can confide in: i can actually only think of about two that i can't confide in...and you're not one of them...most likely
>15) Your crush: tee hee hee
>16) The last CD you bought: Coldplay "Parachutes"
>17) The last movie you saw in a theater: Soroity Boys...oh man...oh man
>18) Your favorite tv show: you know, i see this question a lot and the one that has withstood the test of time is "The Simpsons"
>19) Your last vacation: Branson, woohoo!
>20) Your favorite Drink: i am a hardcore tea fan...ask david
>21) Your favorite food: i love all foods equally, except the nasty ones
>22) Your favorite candy: CHOCOLATE....ararragagaghahagg
>23) Your favorite animal: ferrets and hedgehogs (takes me back to when i was in 4th grade in TX, we had those as class pets)
>24) Your favorite movie: too many, but i did just see "Curse of the Jade Scorpion" man oh man oh man...just see it
>25) Your dream Car: if i could have the Malibu in black with a moon roof i could die happy
>26) Your favorite book: well there's 7 "The Chronicles of Narnia" you know which ones i'm talkin about...it's got "The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe!"
>27) Your favorite number: 03, 17,19
>28) Your Favorite fast food place: BK
>29) The CD in your cd player right now: Incubus "Morning View"
>30) What do you want to be when you "grow up": actress, journalist, wife, mother, friend, hot, and you know, some other stuff
>31) Who was your first kiss?: Phillip..tee hee hee (oh man, you guys just don't understand that one)

That is all...thank you.

Blast, it has been awhile. Happy Mother's Day for you mothers out there. Whoever you may be (and if you are - why, oh why - are you reading this?)... I gave my mother a card and a promise to buy her purple flowers, which she told me she needed to "brighten up" the front porch. I looked around at Baker's yesterday, but they didn't have any hanging plants, and the ones at Ace Hardware looked like they'd been watered with... well... something with which one should not water flowers. Like urine... or bacon fat. I promised Mom I'd continue my search when it wasn't so miserable-feeling outside and all the flowers would be in generally better moods. And just so you know, I was not being a neglectful child in waiting until the last minute - she told me all week that she was "still thinking about just the right gift" for this year. And she told me yesterday. That's mom.

I was just looking over Taria's last couple of posts, and I took note of something... Kiwibox? If the "why, oh why" belongs anywhere in this post, then it most certainly belongs there. Forget that Mother's Day nonsense. Taria - KIWIBOX? I think we both used to frequent that site, if only to mock the lines of post dedicated to "why my mom makes me mad" and "that cute guy in my first hour class looked at me today."

.reasons with herself.

Well... I haven't been back there in awhile, so I'll give you the credit that it might have changed for the slightly more acceptable. But that's not a lot of credit, and I intend to visit the site just as soon as I'm done with this to check on its progress into... Quite honestly, as I remember it, it didn't seem like it *wanted* to progress anywhere. It seemed perfectly happy with where it was: a site designed "for teens by teens." A painfully shallow site designed "for teens by teens." But you are now a reporter for this Kiwi institution, and I congratulate you. If any of you work goes up on the site, I will visit and partake in its glory. BUT ONLY BECAUSE IT'S YOU.

see you on the 7th hour side of Monday...

^Aloha ( I wonder why Jen never posts anymore. I'm pretty sure she's alive...but only pretty sure)

^Yay! The Big Band Dance was last night. It was a good time. If you didn't come, then you suck. And you missed out on some great turtle cheese cake. Man oh man, was that good. A special thanks to Adam Witte for taking some time out of being 20 to come back and see us all!

^You know, I was thinkng, it's no big secret that I am a "social butterfly." I'm always flitting (yes, Mike, flitting...I'm still convinced that it means to scamper or frolic) from group to group and going out on weekends and the whatnot. But it's surprisingly nice and somewhat envigorating to just have some ME time. That's what today was. I slept until 2:30, then I got up and ate one of these little cookie things that my brother sent for Mother's Day (he's seriously making me look bad) and then I organized some papers, got online, and went back to bed. I ecourage everyone reading this to go and do that sometime. Now don't go and turn into Jen, who does that ALL the time. But every once in a while, it's pleasant.

^School is almost out. Graduation is June 2nd. Damn you seniors. Damn you.


That is all...thank you.

^Aloha ( I wonder what happens when I type that little p-thingy. I saw Davey do it yesterday and I thought I would try it. I think it makes paragraphs? At least I hope so)

^Whew, I'm all hot and/or sweaty. I just finished running and listening to teeny bopper music. I always bitch about how fat I am.... so ... well... And I figure I'd better keep putting the treadmill to use so Mother will stop complaining that I wasted her money. Holy crap, why the hell did I ever ask for a treadmill?

^Went and saw Rodeo at the JCC tonight. It was great. Very entertaining. I thought everyone did a fantastic job. There were a few that just blew me out of the water. I knew Nacho loved dance, but I never knew she was so good. Selzle was just a sexy beast up there. Very graceful. A "WOW, CHECK THAT GUY OUT" dancer if I do say so myself. And I do.... Then there was Sara. Ms. Schweid was spectacular. She's incredible. I had no idea she could dance like that. Why didn't anyone tell me this? You know how I hate to be left in the dark. Her point looked right on and she has some of the most gorgeous body lines when she dances. And we all know dance is about those silly body lines. If you ever get the chance to see Sara in a ballet, you definitely should.

^On a side note, the AP tests are currently underway. I meant to wish all you silly fools that are actually taking them good luck beforehand, but I didn't. So here you go: Good luck all you silly silly fools.

^On another side note, Districts for track were tonight. I don't know who all is on the team, here are the ones I can remember: Rachel McCune, Rachel Maly, Jenny Junk, Ashley Poore, Cora (from 3rd hour)...good luck to all o' you. I don't know how anyone did, but I hope you all made me proud.

^Ah yes, I have a bit of sad news to let you in on tonight. I have been saddened to find that Will Ferrell is leaving the cast of Saturday Night Live after a lovey and fruitful 7 years on the show. I am somewhat concerned. Who is going to poke fun @ George W now? He's in office for another 2 years... how are we to make it through? Do the right thing, Will. I think you know what I mean...

^ I've taken on another pursuit today. I am now a reporter for KiwiBox.com.It's a huge website designed "for teens by teens." It's got some good stuff in it. Overall I think it might be a little teeny-bopperish but not, if that makes sense. I applied for the job because I love to write. It's my other passion. I'm supposed to write and submit articles on "things that are relevant in teens' lives." If the artcles are good, then they get published on the site. Should be an interesting experience. I'll inform you when/if my stuff is published. Anything that's rejected, I'll put up on my aol homepage. That way you can still read it... if you care.

^I can't think of anything else to talk about. Plus I'm tired. Plus I need to take a shower. This equation equals me not typing any more and you not reading any more. You're still reading aren't you? And I'm still typing.

That is all...thank you.

^Aloha (alas, I have decided to post once again.i am feeling somewhat..i don't know...inspired. but that could just be because I haven't been getting enough sleep)
^I just feel like I need to say that life is good. And I appreciate and love everyone I know that helps to make it that way. I feel like I'm moving into a wiser place in life. I like that. I also feel like I'm moving into a happier place in life. I really like that. Sophomore year sucked hardcore for various vicious, deep and scarring reasons that I won't go into right here and now...(I suppose you could ask if you really wanted to know) and to finally be able to say that I am coming out of that is as though I am feeling the warmth of sunshine on my face for the first time.
^Another upside to all this is that I'm feeling more inspired as a writer. I don't feel like I've written anything of good calibur in quite a long time. Writer's Block is packing up and moving out of the three story mansion it built in my heart. I like that. (And that means more Gospels are a' comin' for all you followers out there.)
^Last, but according to the cliche...not least, I'm becoming a different person. Par example (French sneaking out there) the whole nice thing. Anyone who thinks I am all mean doesn't know me that well. There is another side in there. A good side, if you will. The side that wants nothing more than to love and nurture and give. The side that is always there if you need anything ever...even at one in the morning (right Beth?). The side that is a girl (haha David). The side that is always ready to help and be there to talk...even if talking is just me sitting there and listening and never saying a word, if that's what you need. Yeah, she's in there. I usually don't let her out much. She gets hurt. SO I put up the super, extra sarcasm as a fence...a nice little fence with very jagged edges and lots of volts running through it. BUT...I think I might let that other side come out and play more often. People seem to be intrigued by her. I like that.
^There are a lot of things I like right now..I like that.

That is all...thank you.

^Aloha (yeah, so I aleady tried to post during 7th hour and I had everything all typed up and ready to go, then I thought I would punish David/Davey/Davis for all their wrong doings by putting on my Hanson cd, then God punished me by causing me to accidently delete my entire post... so here we go again & jen, way to be productive)
^Life has slowed to a crawl at the moment. Everything I committed to has occured, with the exception of the Big Band Dance this Friday, which everyone should come to! SO here I am with all this time in the evenings with nothing to do. So I nap. Naps are good. The world would be a better place if we all just took a nap once in a while. High school would be so much more pleasant if there were just one hour allotted for naptime....crap, now I've gone and made myself tired.
^Speaking of being tired, I am sick and tired of not seeing the yellow sweater, Sam. I don't care what Megan says... we had the yellow sweater fan club way before you two started dating... Now it's getting a little too warm to wear it. See what you've done? You've wasted your chance. But don't think you're getting off easy b.c. it's summer and you're going off to college. I expect to see you this fall, at the musical, FOR ALL 4 PERFORMANCES, WEARING THAT SWEATER! DO YOU HEAR ME????
*Taria: psssst, David, do you have to hover while I'm typing?
*David: yes, it's annoying as hell isn't it? (glare)
^Anyway...so I've taken on a new pursuit. I am being nice for the entire week.It's proving to be harder than I thought. Now you may ask why I would want to be nice to anyone...it is me after all. Well it all started when I was reading my winter play posters. I happened upon Mike Hinckley's message which I noticed included "you are so......nice." And as I kept reading, I noticed that more and more of the notes had the "you are so nice" business and commented on the pleasantness of my nature. And I thought to myself, "I'm not really nice at all. At least, I try not to be." You know, I used to be completely nice back in Wichita Falls, but now I'm the sarcastic one with plenty of smarta** comments to spare. I wonder if this is who I really am, or if it's just a coping mechanism I employed when I moved to Omaha. I don't know. I am testing the waters of nicety. I am not sure if I will like it. Wish me luck. I need it.
^Earlier, I wrote a whole sentimental paragraph about the seniors, I am not feeling that way any more. Maybe next time, kids. Maybe next time.

^I will never again play Hanson while posting...

^At least not until tomorrow.

That is all...thank you!

Did you know Carrie Fisher was saved by the Heimlich Maneuver? Well, she was. And so was I. No, just kidding, I wasn't... but through my internet browsings, I have learned how I would go about saving myself if, one day, I happen to inhale a cookie at the next forensics tournament. Okay, I lied about the "internet browsings" thing too. "Internet browsings" implies I looked up this information of my own free will. In reality, I had to research the Heimlich Maneuver for a Human Physiology assignment. But I did aquire vauble knowledge, and that's what counts.

Wow, Saturday feels nice. I slept til 11. I wish my brain would start functioning normally, though. It keeps drifting off mid-thought. At first, I figured it was because I hadn't eaten yet, but I just had lunch and it's still doing it. It's becoming very frustrating, because I'm trying to draw this damned Heimlich Maneuver pamphlet and instead of thinking about little genderless figures saving each other's lives, I keep remembering websites I haven't visited in a length of time. And then there's this matter of posting. Right now, as I type, I'm supposed to be finishing the pamphlet.

Well, darnit, life just doesn't quit, does it? I have to use the restroom now. And we all know that the restroom is the ultimate distraction.

.sighs.

I have no idea what I meant by that. Just goes to show you! I'm not thinking properly today! I think I need to take a break from the technology and go outside. Of course, I'll use the restroom before I leave.

^Aloha (oh Jen, I remember those good good days of summer school...Ryan Coppi, The Gospels, Snapple, and my paroled suitor...The Twelve Days of Summer School...oh what great times.)
^Holy crap, school is almost out for the year. I don't know what I'm going to do with all that extra time I'll have. Maybe I'll do something that will someday better the world...and maybe not. Probably not. I will sleep a lot. And that will make for a less obnoxiously grumpy Taria. Don't get me wrong, I will still be an evil evil b***h, but I won't be less "fussy." So I guess that is kind of bettering the world. In a strange, strange, sort of manner.
^ I don't have anything to do this weekend. I am somewhat apprehensive. I just know I'll get myself into trouble. I just know it. Maybe if I stay online all three days I'll be okay. Maybe not. Probably not.
^ Owww! Holy crap, I can't stand freshmen!
^ Jen, we need to get to work on Senior Realizations...I'm excited to do Paging Captain Obvious, so we have to do this one soon....yea!

That is all...thank you.

Happy Friday. There are exactly 20 days of sweet,sweet educating left til freedom. No, I lie, til summer school. But summer school has held so many wonderful memories for me, I could not simply get by labeling it as "hell." An alternate, fluorescent hell, perhaps, but nowhere near as bad as standard schooling. Now that I think about it, summer school has become quite the tradtion for me. Between Freshmen and Sophomore year, Taria and I discovered why it is we "do not win." Between Sophomore and Junior year, Richelle and I taught the Cross Training I and II classes how to rave "aerobically." One can only wonder what is in store for me this year, taking Civics and Weight Training.

Blast... I think my classmates have caught on.

.gasp!.

She's not just sitting there staring at a blank monitor! Do something! She looks too alive! Put her in a small, uncomfortable bag!

Yep, that's exactly what they said. Either way, I should probably get going. Until next time, friends.

^Aloha (yes Jen, there is cold chicken...there is)
^You must forgive me for not posting for so long. Life captured me and held me in it's little prison for the entire weekend. I just now escaped. I am thinking about going back. The music office is chaotic. There are 17 different somewhat intertwining conversations going on and Sam is riding around on a rolling chair squealing like a little schoolgirl and making siren noises. I worry about him sometimes.
^ Prom was prom. I looked damn hot, I have to say. It was nice to see all those hours of fighting and all those broken bones and all that blood that was shed by and through JCB finally came to good use. After-prom was...well...special. I spent most of the night randomly making my way about the school. I spent a good chunk of my time drinking in the "I can't sing well but since there is a microphone I am going to anyway and embarrass myself in front of many people and cause their ears to bleed" room. Holy crap. That's all I have to say about that. Kara and I had a rather good time. Around 3:15 in the morning, the hypnotist took the stage. Out of the approximately 30 people on stage, I think maybe 2 of them were really under any sort of hypnotic suggestion. *A note to Salem and Spencer: You can only land in each other's crotches so many times before it gets obvious that you're either inwardly homosexual and attracted to each other, or that YOU'RE JUST FAKING IT!
^After after-prom, I think I went to Laura's house and I think her mother made us monkey bread. I can't figure out whether that was real or a dream...if it wasn't real, then dream-world monkey bread is sooo good.

Note from Jen: Pizza and robots! ...And that fact gathering fool!

-Jen, don't write in my postings when I'm not looking!

^I have successfully made it through April. I win! YOU LOSE, APRIL, YOU LOSE!

That is all...thank you.