Do you know who commented on my last blog entry? DO YOU KNOW WHO?? Do you wanna guess, huh, huh do you??

THE LEAD SINGER BASSIST DUDE FROM COMMON CURTIS!!!!

He commented on MY webjournal!!!

Can you believe that? I KNOW I SURE AS HELL COULDN'T!!!

I was like "OH MY GOD!! THIS IS NOT HAPPENING!!"

I mean sure, I know I probably shouldn't be getting this worked up, but HELL! I nearly freaking died. Well, I didn't almost die, but I sure as hell almost fainted. And I shrieked, and Mom was like "WHAT THE HELL??"

But yes, umm...I had better get off that topic.  Too much energy involved in freaking out that much. And what if he comes back? Well, I doubt he'd do that, seeing as I haven't really written anything else about his band.

But anyways, today my mom took us to Afton Villa to take some pictures and whatnot. We didn't really have that much time, which sucked since I hadn't been to Afton Villa in years and it's BEAUTIFUL. Too bad my stupid-ass camera wasn't working. I would definitely have taken at least a zillion pictures. But yeah, it wasn't all that great cuz Mom was in a hurry and she was like ordering us around and I couldn't choose where I wanted to take the pictures. But hey, on the brighter side, at least she didn't make us pose and smile cheesy fake smiles like my dad does. He is like the KING of fake, cheesy smiles. I just don't think that they're natural. They don't show what you're really like. Candid pictures are the best. I like those. But even more than that, I like nature shots of flowers and trees. Still life pictures. People just don't really appeal to my photographic eye.

But anyway, I don't really feel like writing much more, and I have to clean my room (which looks like a complete HOLE), so I guess I'll go.

Tune in next time! Same bat time. Same bat place.

In case you haven't already realized, Common Curtis is my new obsession. All during class today, I've been listening to some local bands from Baton Rouge, like Project Kaleyedoscope (other new obsession, seen 2 of their shows already, they prolly think I'm a stalker), Discontinued, which I saw on Saturday, and Liquid Sand. They're all freaking awesome! And within reach! Oh yes, life is sweet. Well, except for the fact that Common Curtis is coming to the Darkroom and I CAN'T GO, thanks to the acute paranoia of my insane mother. Sometimes it's cool that she's a cop, other times, it's just plain SUCKY. Her job has made her the most insanely paranoid mother ever. If I so much as not call her when I'm supposed to, she has a complete nervy spaz and automatically assumes the complete worst, like I've been brutally beaten and raped and left to die (wtf???). IT'S ALL THE COP SHOWS, I SWEAR. That, and I think that she thinks that I'll automatically go out and be like "YES, SHE'S GONE! NOW I CAN GO GET TOTALLY PLASTERED AND BECOME A REVOLTING WHORE!" Right. Yeah. We all know that deep down, I'm a total floozy-Paris-Hilton-like whore. Uh-huh. (I'm hoping to God that you sense the sarcasm that permeates the entire sentence)

But anyway, off that topic. I have an account at LiveJournal.com, and the only reason I'm not posting there now is that the school has it blocked off (damn you, school computers, DAMN YOU!). But yeah, my username is rabid_koala0788. Look me up, if you can.

Other than that, I have nothing remotely interesting to say, other than that I totally made an ass out of myself trying to talk to the super-cool bassist from Project K. Ah well. He was a bad liar anyway...

WAASSUH?? Yeah, whatever. I've found this awesome site, and it's called purevolume.com. You've all prolly already heard of it, since I live in a black hole under a rock (Hannah...*pokepokewink*). But yeah, it kicks major arse. Heard about it first from Krysta (stepsister dear...). It must be the "it" thing right now in ol' Texas. Right now I'm listening to a band called A Beautiful Smile. They're cool. They're emo though...not my genre of choice, but hey, I'm open. Oh, and by the way, you can listen to purevolume at school. Heh, it gets past the firewall (unlike Launch...dammit all!). Oh yes, and speaking of damning things, I missed the bus today. I was v. v. angry about that, believe you me. I hate, no, LOATHE high school with a passion. The principal is a nazi. It's like...every time I see him swooping down like a possessed vulture upon a poor soul without their shirt tucked in I think, "Now where is your swastika...? The Fuhrur (spell?) would be angry to see you without it..." He won't even let us wear normal clothes for spring pictures. And I look best in bright blue, red, and black...which of course our uniform dress code will not permit us to wear. I look washed-out in white! *sniffles piteously* And then it's like...the P.E. teachers won't let us wait out in the lobby for the bell to ring. They make us wait INSIDE the locker room until the VERY MOMENT that the bell rings. And, in case you don't know, it is VERY hard to get to a first-load bus in that small amount of time, since they only stay there for like 5 min. And, to make matters more difficult, we have to walk through a gigantic puddle of primordial GOO on days that it rains. And we all know that Kelsi isn't very good at navigating her way through things that are remotely slippery...Also, we don't even have a sufficient awning under which we may stay dry while we're at parent pick-up. So, either way you go, when it rains, you undoubtedly get wet. At the MIDDLE SCHOOL we had concrete to walk to the buses on. At the MIDDLE SCHOOL we had a nice, big, dry thingy over our heads to keep us from getting wet. And we had teachers that gave a crap, and a principal that gave us free-dress days for absolutely no reason, while here, we have none of that. I say that the high school needs some serious reforms...if only in the dress-out days and whatnot. I really, REALLY wanted to wear something green for St. Paddy's Day, since now I finally own a green shirt. But NO! Mr. Nazi Authority Man won't allow it. Ugh...stupid tightwad. Okay, I'll get off that subject right now, even though I'm positively itching to gripe some more about the unfairness of the accursed System. And right now, to be honest, I'm fearing that some teacher might come and read this and be all like "YOU'RE EXPELLED FOR DEFILING THE ALREADY DEFILABLE NAME OF OUR PRINCIPAL!" I would so expect something like that. And then I'd be like, "Well, alrighty then, I'm outta here. Screw you guys, I'm blowin' this popsicle stand, bitches!!!" *laughs maniacally and runs out into the street screaming* No, not really, just kidding and whatnot. My real reacton: *bursts into tears and having a panic attack* "OMG I'M SO SCREWED I GOT EXPELLED!!!" *runs away sobbing* But yes, heh. Oh and did I tell all of you what happened in Health today? God, people suck. We were trying to find three things that we liked about ourselves and me, just joking, you know, said *uber-bubbly voice and rather loud as well* "My SPARKLING personality!" *giggle* And then, utter pin-drop-crickets-chirping silence. And I thought, "You guys suck as an audience..." And then, to sort of cover up my stupid little blunder, I said at the end, "Well...I can make SOME people laugh...but obviously not you guys..." And THEN they laugh. Dumbasses, I swear...I hate it when I try to crack a joke and they just sit there and stare. V. v. uncomfortable. But anyways, I think I've filled enough space to last me at least a week, and ya'll are prolly tired of reading, since you have better things to do, so I'm gonna go now. I shall be back, O Adoring Fans! (not like I have any...)

Ugh. Not only is my computer broken, but I FORGOT MY ROUGH DRAFT AT SCHOOL. I must be an idiot. But wait, I already knew that.

But anyways, in case you haven't already seen me/goggled at me/touched my hair, I got my hair straightened. And it's like...really straight. Those who don't know...don't pass out on me now...You'd have to see it or touch it (like a zillion other people have) to believe it.

Ugh. I feel ill. That, and I'm totally bored. The only other option I have is to read that lame book that we're reading in class. It's called Anthem and it's be Ayn Rand. Isn't that a screwy way to spell "Anne?" But I actually think it's cool. The name I mean. But the book isn't halfway bad either. I mean, they talk in third person and refer to themselves as "we." HOW FREAKING AWESOME IS THAT? They must be people, not persons *sniffs disdainfully though isn't quite sure which she is [thinks she's at least perple]*

UWAAAHHH UWAAAHHH. You have no idea what that means, do you? But then again, neither do I.

Sleepy. Sleepy sleepy sleepy...tiredness. UWAH.

And Hannah...*ENCOURAGE ENCOURAGE* UWAHAHAHAHA!

If you do, you WILL, be LEFT, at ANGOLA.

MC YOU COW!!!!! *utter pin-drop silence*

And such. Alas and anon.

Oi. And because I feel like it. UWAH.

My name...my name is AYN. Hahaha...AYN.

God, I'm just taking up space here. And it isn't even funny. I'm beginning to feel like a washed-up comedian. That has no job. And no wife. And no dog, either. That's like...the lowest kind, sadly enough.

So there. I have spoken my portion. And my peace. As well as my piece and peas.

P squared. Square peas.

Okay, I'll shut up now and wander away aimlessly as I am so prone to doing...

WOOOOAAAAHHH DUUUUDDDEEEE...I feel like I'm either on a shroom trip or having a hangover. Is this what it feels like when you've gone twenty-four whole hours without sleep? I guess it is. Seeing as I've never done it before, this is my first (and hopefully my last, this is SO not cool) experience with not sleeping for an entire day. Some of you hardcore insomniacs out there would probably be saying, "Oh, twenty-four hours? That's so lame. One time I stayed up an entire week..." *hardcore*

This is the part where I say "I DON'T FREAKING CARE!!! YOU DEFINITELY WEREN'T AS BAD-NATURED AS I AM RIGHT NOW, SO YOU CAN JUST SHOVE IT!!!"

Oh, and I am also not a morning person.

I thought you should know that.

But anyways, I think tomorrow I might be going to the mall. *squeal* OMG WE'RE GOING SHOPPING! Okay, not really with that attitude (thank God, I think I might shoot myself, if only I could figure out the trigger mechanism). But yes, shopping. Maybe. And whatnot. I might but some manga. OR THAT EDWARD SCISSORHANDS SHIRT I'VE WANTED FOR SO LONG! OR THE COWBOY BEBOP ONE!!! *drool* *stupor*

Heh. Okay. Maybe NOW I've got the correct attitude. Shake my brain and see if anything rattles around in there...

Alright. And now I'm hungry. And on the verge of passing out.

*UNCONSCIOUS*

Ooops.

I don't know why I chose that particular title. Maybe it's because I FEEL LIKE IT. Hahaha. Well, anyways, I'll just say that today (no, the past WEEK) has been horrendous. Why, you ask? Well, let's see...my computer's hard drive was wiped, and there is NOTHING left of what I once had. Isn't that terrible? I pulled a complete nervy spaz when I found out, lol. But I guess I'm over it now, lol. And let's see what else...umm...all my teachers hate me. For no reason whatsoever. Mrs. Kaiser thinks I'm "cocky" about my writing (now where in all of creation did she come up with that???) and Mrs. McCartney like singles me out on the bus because the OTHER members of the Posse were talking. Gay? Yes. Very much so. Then there's the fact that I won't get a good grade on my Young Author's story because I went over the limit. WHAT KIND OF A STUPID CONTEST HAS A FREAKING LIMIT?? (Such was the beginning of the whole "cocky" thing) And I'm not going to win anything. I can tell you that RIGHT now. And I can't submit any of my stuff from the Oval because it has to be written in class. I don't even want to RISK talking to Mrs. Kaiser about it because she'll probably be all like "Well you're a dirty rotten little plagiarizer. YOU COPIED IT FROM SOMEONE ELSE, DIDN'T YOU??" Uh, yeah, sure. I do it all the time. *rolls eyes, hoping that the comment was just DRIPPING with sarcasm* God, this world is so unfair. All I want to do is win Young Author's (USING MY OWN STORY, THANK YOU VERY MUCH). And I can't do that because the story I've written already in class is too long and the ones that I want to submit WEREN'T WRITTEN IN CLASS. Ugh. I'm feeling the uncontrollable urge to curse until there is no wind left in my body...

Yeah. I got written up.

You know by who?

Mr. Withers, the retarded buffalo/turtle/toad/whatever he is.

I hate him. This is my first detention ever. I'm afraid...

I just hope that it's not Saturday detention. But then again, what else would it be? I have to take exams tomorrow...It's not exactly like I can take those in BMC. Wait...right?

Oh geez this is going to be horrendous. All I did was get a few tardies! And I had perfectly legitimate reasons for being late all the times I was late. Uuuuugghhh I don't know what I'm gonna do...

I'm SO not gonna sleep tonight. Maybe I can stay up all night studying, you know, make good use of my insomnia...

I'm sitting here talking to the SantaBot and it got mad at me for "distorting the English language." I find that highly amusing. Heh heh. But anyways, I'm just sitting here, thinking about my mutilated knee and going to Europe and how I really should be adding to the Oval right now, seeing as it's gone unattended for so long. But I think that I'm just too darn lazy to do that.

I watched the movie "Elf" last night. Didn't really care for it all that much. I'd rather watch "The Bourne Supremacy."

And I feel sleepy. Still. Godzilla the talking bread/dinosaur will attack you in your sleep. I'll make sure of it. *smiles evilly*

There is a Japanese song in my head and it's beginning to annoy me since I can't sing along seeing as I DON'T KNOW JAPANESE! I'm thinking about going and finding the words, as soon as I can work up the motivation.

I went for a walk today. An actual walk. As in exercise. And the entire animal population of the neighbourhood went insane. It was like every dog within a ten mile radius came out to have a bark at me. Which, naturally, annoyed the hell outta me and forced me to retaliate by snarling at them and scaring them out of their skins (which I sort of like/dislike doing).

And since, once again, my 5-second attention span does not permit me to stay here much longer, I will be leaving now. Perhaps I will summon my army of sporks and foons in order to take over the world... (copyright 2004 Katie Humphreys)

Night-night world.

Night-night SantaBot. I will cuss at you again tomorrow...

Yeah, don't ask me about the title. It doesn't pertain at all to what I'm writing. I think I just felt like putting it there. But anyways, the purpose of this entry is just to say that I am starting over with this thingy. I got tired of looking at all the old entries and decided to get rid of them. I am making a fresh start! And I'm also thinking about terminating my account at Bravenet. I don't really feel like keeping a web journal anymore, plus I'm getting tired of people reading my entries and whining about how I whine too much. So yeah. I'll brief you on that.

I'm so excited about Europe! I can hardly wait! It'll be the most awesomest thing in the world, and I know Ive thought about it at least twenty times today. I can't stand waiting!

Oh and I baby sat last night. It was pretty funny, really. But I don't think that I'm at liberty to tell you exactly what went down. I think it would be just too embarrassing for my poor parents. *coughcough* Let's just say it has something to do with passing out in a closet. *rolls on floor laughing*

I can ice skate as well! I didn't bust my arse yesterday at the rink, even though I think that pretty much everyone else did (besides Hannah). To all the unfortunate peopleses who fell: HAHAHAHAHAHA! (Hee hee, I couldn't help myself.)

And today has been...uneventful, as pretty much every Sunday is. We tried to take "family pictures," as they call that sadistic form of torture, but we didn't have a tripod for the camera. And that's bad. I think.

I also feel like going for a walk but I don't feel like getting up or getting dressed. That's like saying that you're hungry but don't feel like eating (which I think I've done before [many times]). I feel like playing my Kingdom Hearts game which I haven't played for months but I don't think that I have the hand-eye coordination or the patience to do it. That's why I hate video games. They just take too much time (over five minutes).

Well, my ADD calls me elsewhere. I'll post later, O Devoted Fans. Ciao!