ARCH And She Keeps One. Keeping an Archive is Tedious, but She Wants One Because She Adores Everything She Writes. Hah. Honestly. And There Are Archives for 11/01/2002 - 11/30/2002 and 12/1/2002-12/31/2002 and That's All. Thanks for nothing, Blogger. Return me to SUNDAY (GIRL:/JOSETTE), goddamnit!
AND TODAY IS TODAY (29.11.02) // ARCHIVES
4:05 PM: Mmm, Rupert Grint is delicious. I just saw a snippet of an interview, and he was like: "Yeah, I'm a bit like Ron. I mean, we both have ginger hair. And we both hate spiders. And we both like sweets." And he said all of this with that delicious accent. Yuuuuum. And he looked really cool with his hair styled and in a jacket and all. I'm serious. I adore him. Too bad he's so young though.
I also love Tom Felton. He's fabulous. I just wish that they'd make him appear more attractive in the movie. I mean, Draco Malfoy's hair is bloody Platinum, not fuckin' Peroxide Yellow. It's a terrible injustice. On the other hand, they got it right for Lucius Malfoy.
Shiver.
God, is Jason Isaacs amazingly hot. Fabulous. A God. He just looks so amazing with that long hair.
Shiver.
And he's a believable Lucius. Thank the gods for him. I just wish they'd do the same for Draco. Show that he's evil, not a petty thief. You know, when they did that shot of him taking that gift and putting it in his pocket in the Slytherin common room. I mean, Draco is beyond rich. He's a pureblood spanning back generations. Why the HELL did Chris Columbus portray Draco as a petty, CHEAP knucklehead. I mean, poor people just DO NOT buy 7 Nimbus 2001s to get on the house team. Malfoy's got loads of galleons. Draco: Petty Theif? I think fucking not.
That stupid Chris Columbus.
He's the worst motherfuckin' director ALIVE. And what was that shit he was trying to do at the end of the movie? Why the fuck didn't Hermione hug Ron? The insinuation that Ron likes Hermione does't come until the 4th fucking book. I mean, goddamnit, they're supposed to be 12 in the Chamber of Secrets. They're supposed to be completely platonic.
And that whole 'Welcome back, we love you, Hagrid' scene at the end. It never bloody happened. Alas, alas. I mean, if you're going to do a movie on a most beloved book, make sure you do it flippin' right. Honestly.
And I think this guy did a fabulous review on Chamber of Secrets. Can you fucking believe that they're skipping the motherfucking 3rd book?! It's beyond words!
This will not be the last of my Harry Potter ramblings.
11:23 AM: I remember the days when I would awaken the next morning from my Thanksgiving Feast and be able to eat leftovers for days upon end. Those days are gone now. The children in the house have grown up, and we now eat so much. I can only probably eat leftovers for 3 days now.
You're probably wondering what's so great about leftovers?
They're just leftovers, right?
No, you are wrong.
They are spirit of Thanksgiving, the spirit of Turkey Day! The best part about the Thanksgiving Feast is being able to eat it the next morning for breakfast and the next afternoon at lunch. Ah, the blessed cranberry sauce (real, not canned) and the dearest of dear stuffing. Mashed potatoes with gravy and apple pie, pie, pie. Heh, I'm nuts. But really, we have a shitload of food. I'm full, brother. I had my turkey and etcetera this morning.
I am FULL!
I'm going to see the new 007 flick with my parents. I was going to see if with my sci-fi club, but it's a bloody hassle to have to go over someone's house to be driven somewhere far away. I mean no offense to you dear Michael Jacobson, I adore you, but it's just a hassle. I avoid hassles. You're very kind though. Thanks.
So, I believe that's it, that's it. You know, unless I decide to post something later. Sapna sent me something very cute, and I think I shall share it with you:

'Twas the night of Thanksgiving, but I just couldn't sleep
I tried counting backwards, I tried counting sheep.

The leftovers beckoned - the dark meat and white
But I fought the temptation with all of my might.

Tossing and turning with anticipation
The thought of a snack became infatuation.

So, I raced to the kitchen, flung open the door
and gazed at the fridge, full of goodies galore.

I gobbled up turkey and buttered potatoes
Pickles and carrots, beans and tomatoes.

I felt myself swelling so plump and so round,
'till all of the sudden, I rose off the ground.

I crashed through the ceiling, floating into the sky
with a mouthful of pudding and a handful of pie.

But, I managed to yell as I soared past the trees---
Happy eating to all - pass the cranberries, please.

May your stuffing be tasty, may your turkey be plump
May your potatoes 'n gravy have nary a lump.

May your yams be delicious, may your pies take the prize
May your Thanksgiving dinner stay off of your thighs.

May your Thanksgiving be blessed!

AND TODAY IS TODAY (28.11.02) // ARCHIVES
11:21 PM: And so Our Turkey Day is almost over. Geez. Well, my dinner was fab and yummy. I'm full beyond belief. I do say, I'm going to gain 5 pounds from tonight. Gah.
So, alcohol doesn't taste good. I had some Chablis Blanc. Nope, not that good. At least, it didn't taste good with turkey. It was okay without anything else. Yep.
I watched A Christmas Story with my brother. It's an all around good movie. Yay. ^_^
So I was fiddling with PSP and made these: a guy and an artsy thing. They're pretty cool. Made with Bezier Curves. Haha. I think I'll be able to make really cool and interesting things with my new discovery.
Well, I'm off. Goodnight to all. I hope everyone had a good day.
4:55 PM: And I wish everyone a very Happy Turkey Day. Turkey turkey turkey! Damn, I'm going to eat good stuff tonight. So excited! Wahahaha! My brother is the one cooking the turkey and ham this year, so you KNOW it's going to be yummy and delicious and fantastic.
So, Amy gave me the correct quote from Heart of Darkness: "You know I hate, detest, and can't bear a lie, not because I am straighter than the rest of us, but simply because it appals me. There is a taint of death, a FLAVOR of mortality in lies, — which is exactly what I hate and detest in the world — what I want to forget."
Now that I look back at the notecard I wrote it on, it really DOES look like FLAVOR. >< Hehe.
And I suppose that's going to be it for today, I should think. Nod nod. You know, I'd really like to post one of my college essays on this website, but I think I'll put it up during the summer. I'm paranoid and think that everyone is out to plagarize and steal my creative works of art. Ah, paranoia, what would I do without you?
For a final note, everyone have a safe day and remember to appreciate those around you. I love you all.

AND TODAY IS TODAY (27.11.02) // ARCHIVES
11:36 PM: A funny thing today: I saw my old teacher, Dr. Kouchma. Really, he wasn't that bad of a professor, but I dislike people who insult me. I don't feel like relating that story, but, yes, he was cruel to me, which made me dislike him. Anyway, so I saw him and his son. Hah. It was amusing.
So, I went to sleep when I got home, which was around 1 or 2. I woke up around 9. Gah.
And my story for today: I hate liars. Or misleading people. Or people who don't keep their stupid, motherfucking promises. I probably would have turned my college stuff in today after school at 12:30. The college placement people SAID that they would be open until 1:00, but they decided to change their minds and left at 12. Can you believe that crap? They go through the trouble of putting in an announcement that they'd be available after school until 1 o'clock and then they change their word and bloody leave at 12?!
I didn't want to argue with Mrs. Bicos about the time. I really dislike people who dislike me. And I knew I wouldn't win. Old people always think they're right when they're usually wrong. But they have administrative power and I am but a lowly student. Fwah. Phish-wah. The last thing I need is a stressed out matron who smokes too much to be on my ass. Really and Honestly.
So, that was the main concern of the day. Perhaps I'll work a bit on my essays before I go to sleep again. And I think I'll close with a quote from Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad, which was brought to my attention by dear Mr. Heffernan because I had exclaimed that I despise liars. I think I'll go about and read that book. I really wanted to be in AP English. Damn stupid schedules! And on with the quote:
"You know I hate, detest, and can't bear a lie, not because I am straighter than the rest of us, but simply because it appals me. There is a taint of death, a bearer? (I can't read my handwriting) of mortality in lies, — which is exactly what I hate and detest in the world — what I want to forget."
Damn, I need to get this quote again. It's a good quote. It's pretty disappointing that I cannot give it correctly because I write illegibly. Maybe I should stop writing in cursive. Or maybe I should just try to make sure I'll be able to read what I've written. Or maybe I should buy/borrow that book and read it. Wahahaha.
10:11 PM: So, Amy has decided to leave the blog. Or maybe I suggested and she agreed. Either way she's not here anymore. But I dually hope that she continues to come here and read my junk. ^_^

AND TODAY IS TODAY (26.11.02) // ARCHIVES
2:48 PM: So, I'm really sleepy. I didn't go to bed last night. Or rather this morning. Yep. Oh, check this out. I only did one of my stupid college essays. I need to do another one. I hate my stupid life. And these stupid essays. Will they never stop? I have that late essay for English, 4 essays for AP Government, and... Shit, I don't know. I don't fucking know what I need to do anymore. I really want to explode and stuff. Spontaneous Combustion. I think that'll be my new mantra. It used to be 'Have a good day."
On a sidenote: I hate these stupid templates. I had it just right and then I fucked it up. Good job, Josette. Oh, and where the hell is Amy? I guess she has better things to do like fucking study and stuff. I should do that. You know, the study part.

AND TODAY IS TODAY (25.11.02) // ARCHIVES
11:24 PM: Mmm. My ears hurt. I think it's because I need to take a nap. I usually take a nap after I eat lunch at 4:30, but I didn't take my nap. Instead, I started my school stuff. Ah, the problems. So, I really wish Amy were online. I could really use the motivation. I need to do my college application essays. See, I probably would have started/finished them earlier if someone had been on my ass every minute of the day to do them. Oh well. At least I found a decent keeper. It makes me sound like an animal. I'm the animal. Amy is my keeper. I think the only thing she doesn't do is feed me. She takes care of me academically. I like people who take care of me. Thanks Amy. ^_^
So... The topics offered for my college application essays are the following: Describe an activity, interest, experience, or achievement in your life that has been particularly meaningful to you; How has your family history, culture, or environment influenced who you are?; What qualities or unique characteristics do you posses that would allow you to contribute to the university community?
Hmm.
I know I can answer all of these pretty easily, but it's just such a hassle to begin. I could really use an editor, too. This blows. I don't want to go to college. I don't even want to become a cardiologist. I want to start a beach cult. I'll do nothing but write poems and short stories all day. Nude. At a beach. I hear that cults don't have to pay taxes. Gah, I want to explode. I'm sure it'll let off some of this pressure.
7:01 PM: This is fucking crazy. My aunt (on my mother's side) just gave me my mail. And I received my SAT scores for the second time I took it. I got a fucking 1200. Can you believe that bullshit? The first time I took it I got an 1100. The second time a 1200. Man, I really want that 1280 so I can get a full-ride for college. GODDAMNIT! Same thing for the ACTs. I got a bloody 26. A 28 would get me a full Florida scholarship. Really, I hate standardized testing. Alas. Well, just felt like sharing. I'm back to my college crap.
5:50 PM: And today is another day. When death comes, I probably won't feel it. Wait. I lied. I probably will feel it. I'm probably going to die a terrible and painful death. Go figure. I'm probably going to die in a car crash or explode. Spontaneous Combustion. I hope I die. I hope I die. No, I hope that I could trade my life to add more years to my parents' lives. They deserve to live. They've given so much of their lives for me. I wish I could trade my years to give to them. I want to kill myself. I want to be killed. I want nothing. I want to be non-existent. I want to be vapor. I practically am anyway. I want to explode. And paint everyone around me with my bloody organs.
That's what I was doing during AP Biology. Writing that. I think I was feeling pretty down. That's the problem with me. I'm either high or low or middle. But I suppose all people are like that. You know, have highs and lows and middles. It's just depressing. But really, don't kill me. I was lying there, too. The only person I'd allow to kill me are my family members. And Amy. Because she's funny.
So anyway, all of the college shit is due tomorrow. And, of course, I didn't do any of it. I'm printing out the applications now. It's taking for-fucking-ever. Like, one page takes 3 minutes. See what happens when we switch to regular printers? I miss the laser printer. Especially on days like this. And I need to do my college essay. Goddamnit.
Oh, so I still haven't done my late English essay for Mr. Heffernan. Damn it. This blows. Anyway, so Amy said that she'll allow me to turn it in on Monday. Sounds like a good deal to me. Amy is my keeper. I'm glad. Because I obviously can't take care of myself. And I've just noticed that I think in sentence fragments. Hah.

AND TODAY IS TODAY (24.11.02) // ARCHIVES
5:54 PM: Well, it's past 5:30. And I did not do that essay. Is there something wrong with me? Yes, there is. Le sigh, I have to do this art project for my brother. A painting on canvas. I know I'll have fun and all, but it totally distracts me from things I need to do for myself. It's due Tuesday morning, but it needs 24 hours to dry, which means I need to start at 6:30 tonight when the primer dries.Yah. I've decided to paint a portrait of his girlfriend. Hmm. And I just ate half a bag of Sour Cream and Onion Wavy Lays. Half of one of those big bags. I am quite thirsty. Tsk tsk tsk. Actually, I just started eating those chips BECAUSE I was thirsty. I'm such a psycho. And I took this quiz: What sort of weirdo are you?. It was really fun. This is what I got:


I really wanted the weirdo one because it looked cool. Heh. That just shows what kind of a sicko I am. I need to be killed. Or sterilized. Or sterilized then killed. Or gagged. I definitely have too much repressed conversation in me. Too much. And I'm still thirsty. Oh, so I'm having Amy join this weblog because she's cool. Too cool. VERY COOL. I should probably talk to Melcena about this, but I figure it'll be okay. That's my only worry. That Mel won't like it. Eek.
3:11 PM: So, anyway, Amy's crazy. I'd like to think that I'm crazy, too, but I know I'm not. Yes, so, Amy is crazy. And I am crazy. And I am crazy for having a crush on Charles Marie. But you didn't need to know that. Actually, that information is in no way, shape, or form connected to what I was previously talking about. See how nuts I am? Wait, no I'm not. I know exactly how I came to talk about Charles Marie. I was talking about craziness, which made think of him because he's a nutterball. I don't even think I have a crush on him. I think I'm just attracted to his blatant sexuality. He's so gorgeous and delicious and yummy. He's got these beautiful lips. And this beautiful stomach. Yum. But did I mention that he has a girlfriend? No, I didn't, but now you know. That's why it's a hopeless case. And I'm doomed to be attracted to this sexy guy that I sit behind in Honors English 4. Pathetic. Oh yah, I was talking about Crazy Amy. This is why she's nuts:
Amy: yeep
Amy: amy says youre welcome for visiting the website
Amy: ok essay due at 5:30
Me: ><
Me: are you serious?
Amy: yes
Me: (lay down the law amy!)
Amy: muchas seriosas
Amy: lay! down! law!
Me: waaaahahahahhahahaha
Me: yes!
Me: you're nuts!
Amy: NUTS!
Me: relativity!!
Amy: ROCK!
Me: amy, i'm dead
Amy: deeeeed, you are deed
Me: deed?
Me: no no, dead
Amy: deed
Me: oh, i didn't know
Amy: something new everyday
This is why we're friends. Amy and I. Friends. She's nuts and intelligent and psycho. But she really doesn't appear to be (nuts and psycho). She looks like your typical, delicate, super-smart, Indian (Asia subcontinent) girl. Wahaha! Damn, I have to start that essay!
2:06 PM: So, I've finally put up some sort of weblog again. And, unfortunately, it's Blogger. I wanted to use b2 or pMachine, but I was too bloody lazy. Go figure. So, anyway, I'm glad this is up so that I can pretend that people actually go to this website and read what I write. Hah. So amusing. And Pathetic. Will I EVER die? Well, I promised Amy that I would do my super-late English essay. The one I promised that is due to her in, like, 2 minutes. Really, I'm bad. Instead of writing the essay, I decided I wanted to put up a weblog. Hmm... Well, thanks Blogger. Thanks for nothing. I just hope I don't have the same problems I had last time. The problems that drove me to Greymatter. Then b2. Then an almost pMachine. Hah. Will I ever start that bloody essay? I think I shall, I shall. Goodnight, folks.