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Thursday, March 28, 2002
Wow. A loooong time since the last blog. I figured I'd go into withdraw soon if I didn't. So the "Freshman Day Dance Dress Saga" continues. What did I find so far? NOTHING. Is it a crime to be a short twig? Because nothing was below a size 3, which was a rare find. I guess they figure the average girl is already bigger than a 0-1 who's looking for that kind of dress, which is true. Where are the stores for the abnormal, horizontally and vertically challenged people? It's not fair. The one size 3 dress I found that I really liked was a nice light blue color, but there was a problem. Broken zipper. Cripes. Then I went to Marshalls (I shoud shop there, really), Fashion Bug (NOTHING) and the Bon Ton (DITTO). Ok, last options: 1) Find something at the Montgomery Mall (FAT CHANCE) or 2) Have my grandmom make me one. Don't get me wrong, my grandmother could probably pull off something great, but that would take a lot of time and effort on her part, and for Freshman Day, maybe it's not worth it. I might just not go, although I want too. Sigh.
Did anyone notice something in school today? I wasn't there. I was "sick". For the past few days (and right now as I type) I have had a stomach virus type...thingy. This morning, however, I did not. I sort of welllllll, faked, it. I didn't want to get out of bed, and I thought that if it came back, being in school would be more hell than usual. The language competition yesterday, "Un Dos Drei", went well. I had the "honor" to say the long intro explaining the rules, contestants, yadda yadda. Why can't I say Senora??? I said it perfectly fine twice, then on Senora Gray's name, I said "Senor...Senor...SENORA GRAY." Marc is a funny funny kid. In his French responses, he claimed that he liked horseback riding, and puts on makeup. Thank you Marc for making my skipped Social Studies class worth while. Congrats to the winners.
I need to tweak this site a little. NOT screw it up, like I did. No more designing my own layout for now. I'll just sitback and cruise on someone's copyright. (It's not illegal). I can't believe my site meter. It's high. NO NOT LIKE THAT. Thank you everyone for visiting this piece of jackshit. May it always be worse than yours. If you want to see webpage wizardry by chicks that kickass, go here, to Rock-Queen.com. They have got perfection + rock down pat. Speaking of pat, I have been listening to Pat Wilson's early 1993 project, Suburban Advantage, (well one song) lately. It's just a Jacquie kind of song. "Let's Go To The Mall" is how everyone's trying to rip you off and how clothing is made by sweat shop laborers and sold by stores in malls. It has sort of an evil/spooky vibe to it. Also, I got Dashboard Confessional's CD, "The Places You Have Come To Fear The Most." Awesome stuff, buuuuuuut I think Phantom Planet is higher on my list than that. You use "than" when comparing and "then" like syncronization ( I can't spell.) right? It gets me confuzzled. So does DOUBLES and DEFINETLYS (once you start, there's no stopping) AND....the biggie....oh wait. I just said it. DEFINETLY. I probably spelled that wrong too. That word is impossible, and when you say it, you can't stop. It's like an itch. I JUST ITCHED MYSELF AHH! Ok, take some NyQuil, Jack, and everything will be smooth sailing from there...
(After taking some NyQuil)
Ahh this stuf ROCKS MAN! WoOoOoOoOo! I feel all light and sleepy and like I can float.... 76yuyu7hhhhh AH! Sorry, I fell asleep and my head hit the typy thing. Oh right, the keyboard. I definetly need to go to bed. But first some J-E-L-L-O! WEEEE!
9:20 PM | Jacquie |
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