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| | Tuesday, April 19th, 2005 | | 12:04 am |
you can't be serious
sunday morning i woke up feeling as though i had reached a crossroads in my life. i'm a little stressed (make that very), but i have finally looked at myself and realized that i'm happy. this year got off to a terrible start that took a long, long time to fade, but it's over. and i think i'm done wanting to regress. i don't want to be five again anymore. what's in front of me is just as good, if not better. i suddenly feel so at peace with myself, and i don't know where it came from. i had a really good weekend, with chinese food, harry graver's bar mitzvah, prom '89, picnicking, and that good old crossroads i'm at. thank you all for everything. what is this? why am i so ohhhhhm and whatnot? yessssss. m*e*b | | Tuesday, March 29th, 2005 | | 3:21 pm |
of course i still have written nothing about thomas hutchinson, but...
at the moment i am so in love with: 1. the combination of shorts and moonboots 2. the sunlight streaming in my window 3. burnt bagels 4. many men (wish death) 5. the declaration of independence 6. my boyfriend 7. having (virtually) nothing to do 8. life today has involved several failed attempts to do my ss homework, discovering that i like 50 cent, and a lot of being happy. not altogether bad. m*e*b Current Mood:  SO EMO | | Sunday, March 27th, 2005 | | 10:22 pm |
marx is rolling over in his grave
EARTHLINGS OF THE WORLD: UNITE!anna, on the communist manifesto: "i don't understand when people call to unite with each other! like, what are they going to do once they unite?" m*e*b | | 9:35 am |
and still the faint scent of vomit lingers...
there are some things that can only be learned the hard way. i am in one piece. my house is in one piece. hopefully my friends are all in one piece. today i think i should do a load of laundry. why do we do this to ourselves? m*e*b Current Mood:  fatigued | | Friday, March 25th, 2005 | | 3:02 pm |
But I'm allergic to latex, baby!
^one more thing that ms. drvostep warns us that guys will say to make us not use condoms. I can breathe. I CAN BREATHE. this is amazing. i love break. my week was so hectic. although it did include seeing the backstreet boys in concert. but mostly just hectic. but then school was done- BAM!- and i was extremely happy. ohh there are so many good things to do. for example, on the program for today: going to arte cafe with anna, shopping with geli at sephora and victoria's secret. WOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. Current Mood:  exuberant | | Tuesday, March 15th, 2005 | | 6:54 pm |
Who knows how long I've loved you?
Today I am 16 years old. It's been a very good birthday. I would like to thank everyone who made it so. Not sure how I feel about actually being that old, however. In fact, it's pretty terrifying. How did I get here? m*e*b | | Saturday, March 12th, 2005 | | 12:23 am |
so you guys make out, and i'll serenade you
so, today warren wrote a song. it goes as follows: morton sucks a cock and she chokes takes it up the butt and she stumbles though she might deny it, it's clear her boyfriend is a big queer (it is, clearly, to the tune of i try to say goodbye by macy gray) what can i say? it's genius. at my expense? sure. but genius nonetheless. today my mood was an upward facing parabola. this morning i woke up, looked in the mirror, and thought to myself how pretty i looked. then my mood slowly curved down until the vertex, lunchtime, which was spent in mostly brooding silence feeling fat. then it upped from there, extending unto infinity (with two values of x for every value of why oh why am i such a nerd?) this is because i went to a wonderful place i had never been before... sarah koatz's house. it was great. there was chinese food and cuddling a-plenty. but we did have to be careful not to cuddle too hard on sarah's burns, acquired from saving infants and cripples from a building on fire. and when i say cuddling, there was also a lot of wrestling, so it was kind of like cuddling for angry bears. or something. and sarah and steffani plugged the names of all their secret crushes into the love calculator. it was exciting, i promise. and after stef and t.sam left, sarah and i contemplated life, which culminated in proclamations of undying love, loyalty, and there-for-you-ness. i'm happy. m*e*b Current Mood: happy | | Sunday, March 6th, 2005 | | 9:06 pm |
life never stops surprising me
today i played catch in cadman plaza park with the two most significant male figures in my life. i think i really underestimate my father. not even once did he appear to be trying to maim t.sam with the ball. m*e*b Current Mood: surprised | | Thursday, March 3rd, 2005 | | 8:14 pm |
he-hey batter batter batter batter sa-wing batter batter batter
though the above gibberish may be a timeless baseball clasic, nobody but nobody says it better than rob klein. so, softball. two words: MAD SKILLS. if by two words, i mean, if i had to pick the two words in the entire universe that least describe myself, those would be they. and i just don't know what to do about it. my ass is grass and it's about to be cut. (yeah, actually, that did somehow make sense in my head). and i try so, so hard, but that doesn't get you so far when there is MEGA-EXTREME SUCKINESS in the equation. and now that i am no longer a freshman who schlepps equipment every day of her life, i have no purpose. i was thinking about what it would be like if i just decided not to do softball. i know i'd majorly regret it though, because i love the team, and i'd feel soooo lazy, and softball is good for me. if (coughwhencough) i get cut, at least i'll have tried. and at least last year, i had months of derek and nate fish under my belt, but this year i have picked up a mitt maybe five times since september, and a bat zero. i guess we'll just see. and if i get cut i won't be mad. sad, yeah, but i'll understand that the ability to actually throw the ball trumps spunk and enthusiasm. maybe i should just be the mascot, and wear the hawk suit. m*e*b ps. don't you dare respond with nooo, you're so good. despite what it seems, i am not seeking pity and reassurance. i am totally matter of fact here. | | Wednesday, March 2nd, 2005 | | 7:57 pm |
maybe someone should have less sugar...
allison: (snapping her fingers and jazzin' it up) fiiiiiiigaro, fiiiiiiigaro, figarofigarofigarofigarofigarofigarofiga rofigarooooooooooo oh figaro, you're so fine! m*e*b | | Tuesday, March 1st, 2005 | | 3:32 pm |
...it was love at first sight
http://www2.victoriassecret.com/images/prodpri/V243592.jpg...now how can i: A) starve enough to look hot in this? B) get someone to buy it for me? on another note, if the world were a truly just place, our only health homework would be to bathe regularly and use protection. i suck at softball. oh why why me? according to my verizon bill, i talk on the phone six time as much as i ought to. it's not fair. other kids get stressed without crippling pain of the abdomen. if i have to be back at school for softball at 3 on my half day, i am going to be mighty, mighty annoyed. oy. m*e*b | | Friday, February 25th, 2005 | | 2:14 am |
in case you were feeling bored
please allow the following image to enter your head: ms. sewell and mr. sasso having sex thank you for your cooperation. over and out. m*e*b | | Monday, February 21st, 2005 | | 3:38 am |
the wisdom of the very young
brian inker, age 7: do you have a wife? dad: yes. brian: who? dad: fran. you know her, allison's mommy. brian: why did you marry her? dad: well, she's a very special person, and she loves me, and i love her, and she makes me feel like a king, and she's good to me, and sometimes when you meet someone, you know that it's meant to be, and you know that you can be happy with that person for the rest of your life. brian: oh, is that all? i expected more. m*e*b | | Wednesday, February 16th, 2005 | | 10:04 pm |
call it dumb, call it clever, ah, but you could give odds forever
Hunter has been a mixed bag for my intelligence. In terms of outright knowledge, I am infinitely smarter than I would have been at Trevor Day. Same goes for my understanding of human nature. But as for how I act, I have somehow been given (and highly internalized) the impression that going to Hunter is my get-out-of-acting-intelligently-free card. By virtue of the fact that I go to Hunter, I assume that that information is enough to publicly proclaim my intelligence, allowing me to act as stupidly as I like. I reason that there is no need for me to watch what comes out of my mouth, and make sure it doesn’t make me sound ridiculous, because I can just ride along forever on the fact that everyone used to tell me I was smart, and I used to get the good grades to prove it. I’ve been thinking about this a lot this year, ever since those good grades have decided not to return, realizing that not only can I not coast easily now, but never could. I can wave around numbers and letters until the cows come home, but at the end of the day it is my behavior that I will be judged by long, long after anyone cares about my scholastic aptitude. Using papers and tests as an excuse to let my guard down regarding acting like a coherent human being is not going to fly for very much longer. In a way, I might have been better off always having to struggle to prove that I was smart, which would have forced me bring every ounce of my intelligence to surface level, instead of allowing it to sink deeper and deeper into the part of my brain I deem “only useful for schoolwork.” In sixth grade, a short conversation occurred between my then-friend Lily and me, one which I found funny for years afterward. Sitting around the table in the cafeteria, Lily declares, “I am soooo glad it’s lunchtime, so now I don’t have to think anymore.” Assuming she is kidding, I laugh and point out, “well, you still have to think sort of, right? And besides, why would you want to stop? Thinking is so fun.” She wrinkled up her nose, and responded with “What! I HATE thinking,” a line which has since been the brunt of many jokes, the punch lines of which were all, in essence, boy, that Lily is pretty dumb, ha ha ha ha ha. I have other friends who know Lily, and the general consensus is that she is not the brightest penny in the piggy bank, but every time I have thought of this story recently, I have gotten the sneaking suspicion that the very same, utterly mockable words, would not be unlikely to come out of my own mouth nowadays. It’s not too late. I have a few years yet before I determine myself a late-blooming stupid person and give up all hope. I even have a small amount of time left before I completely screw myself over by acting like an airhead at college interviews. But all I know is, I don’t like it. I don’t like the way stupid things just come out of my mouth as with minds of their own, or the looks I have been given upon breaking out into high-pitched giggles at virtually nothing. I suppose I can grope at tracing its origins, possibly in the fact that I have always, even from a very young age, dumbed myself down when meeting new kids, because I didn’t want them to think I was some smart, nerdy freak. (I’m sure they figured it out anyway.) While I’m sure that Hunter intends for students to come there and realize the multitude of ways in which “smart kids” act, and see that smart does not equal loser. But it seems to have had the opposite effect, because instead of relaxing and being comfortable about it, I just starting acting stupid even around people I already knew. I was SO comfortable with the idea of us all being smart, that I thought acting like it would be unnecessary, even redundant. So I don’t know. It’s just something to think about. m*e*b | | Monday, February 14th, 2005 | | 8:06 pm |
i wanna hit that hiiiiiiiiiigh
i was just thinking to myself, what a funny dream i had last night, where someone was making me count the freckles on my arms, but would only let me count in spanish, and that's when i realized, oh wait, that really happened. danny is without a doubt an unusual boy. (there were siete on each arm) m*e*b Current Mood: energetic | | 5:58 pm |
BE MINE, VALENTINE
i do hate this holiday, i promise. i haven't let all of my beliefs and values go to hell just because i have a valentine. in fact, i laugh at the whole thing. ha ha ha ha sighhhhhhhhh. i think i discovered something fundamental about woman-kind today. i was presented with a rose and chocolates and i went to pieces. it was sort of like magic. for anyone out there wondering if this gesture actually has the mystical powers it is alleged to have, the answer is, you bet. BUT I DIDN'T GET TO PLAY FLOOR HOCKEY AFTER SCHOOL TODAY. I WAS SO, SO MAD. i yelled at dr. han for it, but then i was like, i'm sorry, it's so not your fault but i am still so pissed off. i don't know why i wanted to play so badly but i really, really did. as jake said, i may have no athletic talent, but i do have lots of enthusiasm. here is another person who said that: elizabeth fox. but no, really i'm mad at my parents for putting me under house arrest of life. i HATE this. so today was amazing in all the ways that a day should be, but other little things just made me very irritated, like how my mother is mad at me and she SO SHOULDN'T BE, and then later how i had to go to therapy instead of floor hockey. also, this morning, brita was like, this week is going to be bad. and i was like, AAHHH DON'T SAY THAT, STOP JINXING IT!!! but i worry not about my grades for next semester, because i am going to get an A+ in health. i rule it. Danny was like, i'm going to call you Dr. Penis, because you know everything about penises (our current topic of intense academic scrutiny. [which sounds like scrotum. i am ma-TURE.]), and it's so true, i owned everyone in my class on penis-answering questions (with the possible exception of christian todie, who responded to the question "what is the shaft?" with, "he's one baaad motherfucker."), even though soo many people in my class have had so much more experience with penises than i have. for example, boys. But it's not just that. Tomorrow, i'm going to be Dr. Vagina. I am just amazing at health class, with no logical explaination, because what it's closest to is science, and i SUCK at that. oh, right, i have to go work now. because it's what i do these days. i got so wet today. m*e*b Current Mood: grincheuse/joyeuse | | Thursday, February 10th, 2005 | | 11:11 pm |
shake well before serving
so, have you ever been listening to a song you've heard many, many times before, but suddenly hear a line you'd never heard before? so, who knew that there's a line in "start me up" that goes "you make a dead man come"? excuse me! like, whoa, we get that the song's about how hot she is, but there is no need to be gross. i am amazing at deciding things. like, this week, i decided to be really happy, and BAM instant happiness. Today Sarah Williams and I went to lunch and famiglia's and ordered garlic bread, and it was THE single most garlicy thing i have seen in my entire life. we were literally eating cloves of garlic, which was delicious but kinda gross. so i was like, after this, i don't think gum is going to do it for me, i really need to brush my teeth. but how can i without a toothbrush? so i was like, ah-hah! BRUSH-UPS! so we went to the drugstore and bought some, and we ripped, slipped, and brushed (AHHHHH), and we were SO COOL, just walking down the street all chill, like, that's right, bitches, i am walking down the street brushing my teeth, any questions. Then our brush-ups were basically done, but we hadn't run into anyone we knew, and what is the point of being hilariously awesome if no one sees, so we pulled out another round of brushing, and walked to school. on the way, i pointed to some random girls, and i was like, look, brita and izzie! because i am so desperate for attention like that. then we shasayed into the G.O. office and everyone either A) gave us weird looks or B) started singing the jingle. I am 15 years old, and i have found the love of my life. it is brush-ups. i am just so happy. my response to everything today was just like, to smile broadly. boy oh boy will that smile be wiped clean off my face when that report card comes 'round. it is wayyy past my bedtime. m*e*b Current Mood: hyper | | Monday, February 7th, 2005 | | 5:48 pm |
catch ya on the flip side
israel was amazing. i love orthodox jews. especially when they're piss-ass drunk and dancing. i could write all about my trip, but that would be very long, so let it just suffice to say it was great. althoughhhh, i really wish i could have gone on the ski trip, but i couldn't do both so oh well. the plane ride home suuuucked, i was hormonal beyond anything and just sobbed for like three straight hours, triggered by watching Alfie, but obv not all about just the movie. then i ate some chocolate and felt better. and today was good. it's good to be home. school's not so bad. and i missed everyone, so i was happy to see them. Ashraf: uch, you're wearing a fucking princess suit. i hate princesses. snow white can shove it up my ass. m*e*b |
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