Wednesday, October 29, 2003
"My dad's a redneck. My mom's a skank. Look what happened to me!"
Wow, I love my messed up family.
Today I totally played hooky. My dad was like, sure, whatever. I actually did feel crappy this morning for 20 minutes or so, so I played it up and yeah. I had a lot of bio crap to do (like...my homework), and I needed sometime to just rest (play minesweeper and eat Ramen noodles). I think I had a very productive day! (I'm still in my pajamas from this morning)
I love my Ben Folds Five piano book. Too bad I have no attention span when practicing EXCEPT when I have more important things to do. I just spent about 45 minutes messing around with it. I'm going to be so screwed when I go to college.
Oh well, bring on the Ramen.
Halloween's on Friday, as well as a big ass-raping in the form of a huge AP Bio test. Trick or treat? More like trick or...mother fucking FAIL! Mother fucking is such a great phrase.
I'm go to be so pimped out on Friday as Harriet the Spy. What's sad is that I actually HAVE a spy journal that I kept in 3rd or 4th grade. I was...AM such an odd child. :)
I need to get my permit.
8:03 PM | Jacquie |
Saturday, October 25, 2003
I'm glad that I forgot to mention the small fact that East beat West 17-10!!!
11:38 PM | Jacquie |
Today rocked my blue, striped toesocks. I went to the parking lot across from the giant toilet (Doylestown Courthouse) around 10:50 and helped to get the Student Council float ready for the Homecoming Parade at 3. Our theme for this year was Survivor, so we had to put up all these trees and such. We wore our ripped up SC tees from last year, along with face paint, and we even had a little voting box, tiki torches, and a goal post with the Survivor and "Keep on Surviving" signs that Jim, Dana and I made earlier in the week. Too bad Caitlyn's CD player didn't have any batteries, or we could have played "Suvivor" by Destiny's Child. Oh well.
The parade didn't last that long, but CERTAIN people who would get off the float because they WEREN'T IN THE COMMITTEE kinda pissed me off. Heh. I was practically yelling the whole parade, so after saying "Go East!", "Go Patriots!" "Vote off the Bucks!" and "I'm losing my voice!", my voice was a little shot.
Afterwards, Dana, Bridget and I were dropped off at the parking lot afterwards by Rob. Elena had some car chalk, so we wrote stuff on the car with it. After that, we went to a gas station to get gas and ended up vacuuming the car. Best four minutes of my LIFE! We decided to play the "get lost" game, so we did. We ended up at a random neighborhood, and Dana and I yelled "GO EAST!" out the window at random people who were raking leaves. We also went to Telora Farms or something like that, and as we were pulling in, Dana yelled "Go East!" and I said, "Did you say 'Guppies?'" So we lost it, kept yelling it. The old people in the car parked next to us gave us some odd stares but whatever. We got a pumpkin bread and sat on the floor of Bridget's van and split it while yelling "Guppies!!" and looking at the old people looking at us. Good times. We got lost some more and looked at the beautiful landscape. (oOo aAa) Bridget went back to her house to get her "ears" and we went back to good ol' KFC.
The cashier asked us if we were from East, and he said he didn't care and he was "too cool" to go to the game. I told him he's probably right. I'm also glad I still had on my Survivor whore shirt with the random hole cut in the middle of it (I had a turtleneck on underneath...really...) We gorged, I FINALLY peed, and we went back to West stadium, only to find out that the game started at 7, not 7:30.
We walked around a lot in the beginning, and then just planted ourselves in a really busy section, so I split from everyone because I actually wanted to watch the game. It was awesome, but I think I was watching the marching band more than the game. I'm such a geek. Seriously, the conductor, band major, WHATEVER they're called have the coolest jobs EVER. I wanted to wave my hands and conduct a band, that would be kickass. I think I would even get my groove thang on simultaneosly.
Let me just say, once again, reflecting SUCKS. Dan knows. I do it way too often, and it's so much like a movie, I hate it. I analyse myself like I'm watching myself, and yeah. Not good to do when you want to watch a football game.
Screw thinking, ignorance is bliss. GUPPIES!!!!
10:56 PM | Jacquie |
Thursday, October 23, 2003
I think in hard times, we have to remember:
"And your eyes must do some raining if you are ever going to grow."
Let it out. Really. I think I cry enough for a lot of us, and apparently my brother does too, as I can hear him right now. Probably about homework. Let it out, Kyle, let it out.
The past few days have been more than trying. I don't even feel like talking about it, I'm a mess.
So yeah, I promised a post about Homecoming. I might as well do it now, or it's never going to happen.
Before the dance, I went over Nadia's house, and she, Brittany, and I got "glamorized" then. Unfortunetly, my mom stopped by, and lets just say we had some "pleasant" mother-daughter bonding moments. Can we say..."Rrrrreow!" We took pictures and the like when Alan and Scott came over, and it turns out I look funny in them. Hehe.
Because my mom didn't trust Alan or Scott, I went with her to the dance. No, not like that. Anyway, Homecoming was like any other dance: bad music, people all jazzed up, and that fucking "Cha Cha Slide" dance, which doesn't even fit under bad music. It's Satan's anthem. Dan and I technically went together, because Dan wasn't allowed to go originally, so Ali asked a friend to go with her, and then Dan was allowed to go after that, and so he asked me. One problem: Ali's date never showed up. So we both kinda shared Dan, and Tim and Frank joined in for some dances and they were quite interesting. I freaking love white guy dancing. And Frank = whipped by his date. I'm sorry Frank, but it was a little bit funny...HAHAHAHAHA!
There were some down points, like any other dance. I didn't get to see my gal friends all that much because they were in a big group, which I don't belong to. Oh well, there's probably not a goddamn thing I can do about it. ANYWAY, Dan and Ali were fighting lately, and on the verge of a breakup, which occured the next day. That didn't make me not have a bad time, I was just concerned and didn't want to be insensitive or anything. It was a little awkward at some points; I felt pretty bad about it.
So at the last slow dance, I sat down and just went into "reflection mode." No wonder why people who actually think are miserable, self-reflection can be pretty brutal. I looked at myself, looked around at people in general, and just thought. Let me just say that thinking is NOT my anti-drug.
After that dance, I left to go get my coat from a classroom, and Jeff yells, "Hey Jacquie!" and I turned around and he said, "You have gum on your butt!" I think I muttered/sighed "You got to be fucking kidding me." and I reached around and grabbed a big glob of pink gum. It was BEYOND disgusting. On top of that, leaving gum around is one of my pet peeves. Grrr. So I threw the gum away, and my fingers stunk of cinnamon for a little while.
I left the school, and saw Nadia who asked, "You're going to Applebees, right?" and I said, "Yeah!" and walked to my mom's car. I went to Applebees, waited there for a half an hour, watched some sophomores come in and people leave and said to myself, "Fuck it. Pity party for 1." The waiter seated me and asked if I was alone, and I answered, "Ff, yeah" in a really pissy tone. He probably thought I was stood up. I ended up getting a Blondie Brownie thing and a big Oreo milkshake and just sat there and stuffed my face with food, hoping I might become a size 2 instantaneosly. I must have had a most unpleasant countenance in the world. The waited told me his sister was a senior at East, and ended up paying for me! I told him he didn't have to and he said, "No really, it's on me." I still have that receipt to remind me of the random acts of kindness that still happen.
It was a little after 12 at that point, and I didn't have my cell phone on me, (or else I would have called earlier) and they took out the pay phone at Applebees. I asked, and they told me to walk across the parking lot and call from one of the pay phones over there. So I did, it was freezing, and NONE of the pay phones worked. I shivered and cried at the same time, and started walking to who knows where, when some lady pulled up in a car and said, "Do you need to call someone?" and I said, "...Yeah! I do! Thank you soooo much!" and her daughter, who happened to be one of the s'mores at Applebees gave me a cell phone, and I called my aunt. She picked me up 15 minutes later from Applebees, while I waited in warmth and sang along to the 80's songs they were playing. Once again, thank god for kind people.
So that was it. Homecoming *twirls finger* WOO. Hanging out with Dan, Tim, Frank, and others was really fun, but besides that, my pessimistic self had to point the other events that were unfortunate. But like my aunt said, "At least you'll remember it!" True THAT.
It turns out that Nadia and Scott went to Friendly's in "D-Town", and she denies that she ever asked me if I was going to Applebees. (LIE)
Oh well, at least I got a meal and a call for free from two really nice people.
7:14 PM | Jacquie |
Tuesday, October 21, 2003
Sharp disaster in a fresh new coma
Was it worth it when it was over
Proving yourself right
You'd make the biggest noise
Well.. i'd lock my hands behind my head
I'd cover my heart and hit the deck
I'd brace myself for the impact if i were you
(It's a long way) Is there anything
(for an answer) Worth looking for
(Is there any news?) Worth loving for
(Is there any word?) Worth lying for?
(Is there trauma) Is there anything
(or a struggle?) Worth waiting for
(Am I missing?) Worth living for
(Was the body found?) Worth dying for?
Just a warning and a question.
I'll post about my Homecoming experience later. Brace yourself, it will be a good one.
8:33 PM | Jacquie |
Saturday, October 18, 2003
So PSAT's can bite me. I'm pretty sure that I got raped in the verbal section because, well, I have no vocabulary. Vocabulary in itself is a large word for me. I should read more. Anyway, math was pretty easy and reading was...yeah. It's bad when you're a grammar and spelling nazi and you want to correct everything in sentences but then again, there is that whole "no change" thing that threw me for a loop. Gah.
Afterwards, Uncle Chaz and I went to lunch at Peddler's Pub, and I saw Justin Nordell there, which was fantastic. Now I have 2 1/2 hours before I go over Nadia's because it's that time of year again. No, not Flag Day, Homecoming, but to be more specific, the dance.
I'm going to rock the house with my dancing skillz...who's with me! *Cricket noise*...so I can't dance, but whatever, I don't care. I DEFINITELY have to dance with Steph though, and pull out some Kids in America moves or something.
I'm going to dress up like Harriet the Spy for Halloween, so people will say, "Hey...you look like-oh. You ARE Harriet the Spy." That's right, I've come to terms with my uncanny genetic ability to look like people from movies, because there was that girl from Snow Day and Summer Catch that I also look like, AND Juliet from the old version of Romeo and Juliet, but that was only when I pulled my hair back like she did.
Tonight's going to kick it, along with the decorations which I helped with...ok, a very SMALL amount, but that was because Dana, Jimithy Cricket and I did stuff for the float. So yeah, you can shove it up your ass Anna. Mwahaha.
*Looks at hands* Whoa...I actually did my nails for the dance. I thought that was a dream. Low Maintenance Jacquie is loosening up a bit. No, not really. I went "commando" with makeup for a few days, including today.
Enough with the random babble, I'm out. Like a trout. That was caught. And eaten. Mmm fish.
2:34 PM | Jacquie |
Wednesday, October 15, 2003
If the is a God out there he sure seemed to be honing in on the prayers of the "Our Town" cast today. In the middle of rehearsal, something happened and the lights went out. Not just in the school, the stop lights in the area did as well. So at 4 or so, we were dismissed and they locked up the school. Sweet Jesus, it rocked. I was actually doing homework after the lights went out, because we continued practice for a little while after it happened. I'm a dork.
Speaking of dorks, I love you Ben Folds. And I love this song:
Won't you look up at the skyline
At the mortar, block, and glass
And check out the reflections in my eyes
See they always used to be there
Even when this was all was grass
And I sang and danced about a high-rise
And you were laughing at my helmet hat
Laughing at my torch
Go ahead and laugh all you want
I got my philosophy
And I trust it like the ground
That's why my philosophy
Keeps me walking when I'm falling down
I see that there is evil
And I know that there is good
And the in-betweens I never understood
Would you look at me I'm crazy
But I get the job done
I'm crazy but I get the job done
So go ahead and laugh all you want
I got my philosophy
And I trust it like the ground
That's why my philosophy
Keeps me walking when I'm falling down
I pushed you cause I loved you guys
I didn't realize
That you weren't having fun
And I dragged you up the stairs
And I told you to fly
You were flapping your arms
Then you started to cry, you were too high
Now you take this all for granted
You take the mortar, block, and glass
And you forget the speech that moved the stone
And it's really not that you can't see
The forest from the trees
You just never been out in the woods alone
So you can laugh all you want to
But I've got my philosophy
And I love you you're my friend
But you got no philosophy
Now it's time for this song to end
7:22 PM | Jacquie |
Tuesday, October 14, 2003
a) I didn't see Dan Marino on Dan Marino's birthday. This = NOT COOL
b) I was listening to the Beatles' "Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band" last night, and I heard a similarity in the piano to one of Fiona Apple's songs. Weirdness.
c) Linda's getting married on Saturday, congratulations! I'm sending something as soon as I get something.
d) I don't know what the hell I'm doing before and/or after Homecoming. Gaaah.
e) I know my letters. Check out that alphabetizing. Jacquie rules...*Crowd noise*...Frank sucks *Crowd noise* THAT WILL NEVER GET OLD! Just like "Bring it on down to Omeletteville!"
7:20 PM | Jacquie |
Sunday, October 12, 2003
Ali found this and it was so blog-worthy I couldn't stand it. This guy is, by far, my favorite superhero!
8:35 PM | Jacquie |
"I did nothing, and it was all that I thought it could be!" ~ Peter Gibbons, "Office Space"
That, my friends, pretty much sums up my whole weekend. I was so stressed out this week, I just wanted to do nothing, which is what I did, minus last night.
Frank, Tim and I went to go see "School of Rock," but it was sold out, so what did we see instead? Good Boy. Yes, we ARE 5. When we walked in about 20 minutes, I could pretty much tell that the audience primarily consisted of parents and children, and it was probably past their bedtime. So basically, the movie was HORRIBLE, but we made wisecracks about it the whole time. At this one part, the kid in the movie, Owen Baker (no WONDER why he was such an emo little kid, he was practically my brother) started to cry, and Frank was like "Ok, we're going to laugh NOW!" and we burst out laughing, I couldn't stop. Man, that was SO obnoxious, but it was so funny. The kid in the movie made THE GREATEST facial expression at this one point, basically, his mouth and eyes were wide open, and he grabbed his fair with his fist. It was what a true actor would do when a flying saucer is coming toward you.
Procrastination = cool...until you actually HAVE to do your homework. I'll be back soon, but one final thought-provoking question...Can someone give me a backrub? I'm really tense. Really? Thanks...ok, a little LOWER...ahh, good.
8:08 PM | Jacquie |
Thursday, October 09, 2003
I was online today, and was doing my regular Xanga check, and I decided to go to random sites, and wound up at the Xanga of this kid I knew back in elementary school. It's scary how I remember about 90% of the people who were in my elementary school classes. Anyway, I started reading it and I was just stunned. He made several drug references and made it sound like doing drugs was awesome and such. It got me thinking...the children NOW, for example my brothers, are going to be warped by adolescence just like the rest of us, and certain people just can't handle it, and get involved with drugs, etc.
How this kid who went around karate chopping people turned into a drug fiend...blows my mind. But then again, I don't know him personally, and who knows what problems he had growing up. You have to admit, it's amazing to look at yourself 10 years ago and compare it to yourself now. Granted, 10 years ago we were just starting elementary school, but try it. 10 years in relevance to the world's history it is NOTHING, but in your short life, it's a lot. People change a LOT, especially in the teen years. I posed this question once, and I'll ask it again...what do you think our high school reunion is going to be like? Some people we know now might even DIE before then. It's a morbid thought, but it's not out-of-the question. So all of this rambling basically can be summed up in this phrase I just pulled out of my bum..."Live life by the moment, open your eyes to the world and what you have, appreciate what your friends (I have the most AMAZING ones!) do for you and...drugs are bad, mmm kay?"
I have to go study for this major AP Bio test, I can't put it off anymore. Oh, and if you STILL think my mom doesn't hate me, just ask, and I'll give you the quote of the century. Toodles!
7:03 PM | Jacquie |
Tuesday, October 07, 2003
I definitely left this whole thing off on a sappy, hormone driven note, but I'm back, and better than ever. Jacquie v. 2.0. It took some compliments, and some mental grounding, and I'm fine. I'm over Sausage, for real. In fact, I'm going with Dan to Homecoming, and that my friends, rocks the hizzy. Fo shizzy.
This extended weekend was awesome. On Friday, Cassie and I went over Marina's house for "random movie night." More people were supposed to show, but they didn't, so we had three pizzas, and I didn't even eat any because I ate...pizza and stromboli before I came. Marina's younger sister is HILARIOUS, she kept like dancing around and pulling her shirt over her head. We watched Harriet the Spy, you know, the movie that I starred in. Yeah. I might actually dress up like her again for Halloween, I'm long overdue, haha.
Sunday, Steph and I went to the Willow Grove Mall to look for Homecoming dressed. Instead we wound up with...food, a Dashboard Confessional CD (laugh all you want to) and yeah. That's pretty much it. You should have seen the teamwork that it took to share one ice cream while running through a mall, we were practically cracking up and falling all over the place! It was amazing. When we got back to her house, I tried on her dresses, and she tried on her sister's dresses. I'm wearing one of Steph's old dresses, it looks really good on me, I love it! Steph has yet to get a Homecoming dress, but she's wearing her sister's white dress from her Ring Dance for the Junior Prom. It's so cool, it's going to be awesome on Stephie!
After the dress trying-on extravaganza, we did some crap, listened to the new CD we got, and watched old tapes. OH MAN, I nearly soiled my trousers. Her old dance recital tapes were great, and the long forgotten assessment tape was hilarious. "What are you d- What are you doing here?" Go not editting tapes. The was also this one tape from this Mother's Day german club thing, and Steph was like 3 and was dancing with this little boy...ok, actually he was PULLING her because she wouldn't dance, it was awesomely awesome.
Yesterday, I watched A Night At The Roxbury, and I finally know what Frank and Dan have been quoting for the past eternity. What a "sweet ass sweet" movie.
Oh, and Kenan Thompson is on SNL now. Permission to PUKE? Thank you. It's disgusting. I want fricking Kattan back!
SO yeah, I'm outie.
9:47 PM | Jacquie |