Finding Emo

The title comes from a good convo I had with my good friend last night. I'm gonna put it in my other blog when I'm done with this.

I'm home for Christmas. My mom says she wants to take back some of the gifts she got me, because she found out I don't believe in God. This had got to be at least the eighth time she's found out. I don't know why she has to be such an idiot.

I went Christmas shopping with Stephanie and Emily the other night. I saw a lot of people there.





I left my retainer at school. I hope I'll be alright.
I get to start taking creatine again today. I'm excited about that.

Fuck SNL. It isn't funny anymore. I don't watch it anymore unless there is going to be someone good hosting. It would be a lot better if it was just that person. Cane Cook and Jack Black are much funnier than they look on goddamn SNL. There are only a few castmembers who are funny. The rest just suck. Most of the skits they do are just fucking stupid and need to be rid of. If we kill everyone who sucks on the show, and replace them with dancing Nintendo controllers, we'd be in good shape. I'm just saying.

I went to a swim meet yesterday. It was really early in the morning, and I didn't want to get up early, so I just didn't go to bed. There is a really sexy girls swim team this year. I'd have to say Nathan is the sexiest of them all. It was a good meet with lots of laughs and sluts.


Brandon sat here with Stefan once before.

After the stuff happened, we looked at the constructions of the high school.
The library.

Stefan and Nick Allen.

The hallway and student center.

Library. The computers used to be along that wall.

Here is the little room where the Mexicans used computers.

Student Center

Monkey Bars

Wall

Hole on east side of student center.


Well, that's all I really care to talk about. Except for telling Rob to give Aaron Cherry the benefit of the fist in the jaw when he was simply considering to give him the benefit of the doubt when he decided to be sick all week.

Collage #1

END

Chelsea Baugher drove me home.

Mr. Lux Wouldn't drive me home.

Miss Chittick just sat at her desk.

Stop.

Coach Man loves to smile.

Mr. Lux tries to dodge while talking to a parent.

Sean Hudson becomes very angry.

Shit.

BEGINNING

Insomniphiliac

I started reading Insomnia by Stephen Kings a few days ago. The problem is that I now have insomnia. I usually don't sleep well when I'm drunk. I didn't drink last night, and I was really tired, but I couldn't sleep. I ended up going to bed at about 6 a.m. It took me a while still to get to sleep. I read in Insomnia about a type of insomnia where you sleep very lightly and awaken with the impression that you've been awake the whole time. I think that's what was going on, because I remember lying in bed, fighting with my sinuses to check huge concrete windows at work while turning left and right. I hate it when that shit happens when I'm trying to sleep. Well, I finally came to at about 9:30 a.m., and found that my dad was in my room, looking for the dial one guys. I had trouble getting back to sleep after that, even though I was tired as shit. So I got up and took out my retainer, because it causes shit tastes in my mouth. I got back in bed and tried to go back to sleep. When I was about to doze off at about 10:15 a.m., I suddenly hear the chatter of a jackhammer in the great room. The walls were shaking, the earth was...never mind. It went on for some time, so I got up and got on the internets and posted many away messages to express my feelings to the AOL Insant Messenger community. My dad heated some pizza up for me and I ate it and it was good, and I had some Mountain Dew. I started doing the AIM battle war whatever the fuck it is thing and found that I am no match for Kylie Dickmann or Chelsea Baugher. I also talked to Ani Sweet and Lindsay Conner for about an hour. I left my house at about five to retrieve my Warped ticket. On the way home I noticed a Rob Nolley at a four-way stop at Amos and McKay. I saw him for just a second and then he was gone. I hurried home and gave him a call to confirm that it was really him. I talked to him for a little bit. He lied and said he knew who I was. He thought I was Chase Hubler. Wrong. I was actually Blaire Hartman. But we talked about Japan and books, and then he had to take off and head on over to the city council meetings. The book he told me he was reading got me wanting to watch a very funny movie that I haven't seen in forevers. I asked my brother if he would like to watch Dick with me. He said yes. I couldn't find the damn VHS, so we didn't watch it. I did, however, find some good literature in my sisters closet. These were books that I gave her quite a while ago. The first book to catch my eye was titled "War of the Worlds." I then grabbed a few others including all four of the "The Indian in the Cupboard" books. (I didn't know what to do with the titles, so I just did both.) Anyway. Amanda called me last night.