3:52 p.m. - 2002-06-26
I caught up to the present! Resolution of the bra problem, and my fifth night of going to bed after midnight.
Quote of the Day: "I would never do crack... I would never do a drug named after a part of my own ass, okay?"
Fifth night in a row of going to bed after midnight. This time was because of packing, cleaning up, and writing an email to Emma in French. Maybe it'll become a summer routine?
DSL is down, so I can't link any entries and can't even get online. Needless to say this pisses the hell out of me. But I suppose it gives me a chance to simply catch up to the present.
6/20: Got ready in fifteen minutes so I could go do some errands with Lauren. Actually, I just needed bras, as mentioned in one of my recent entries (can't link, but the title was something about bras and an ode to houseguests). I bought an underwire white one of the old kind and three sexy new ones, two pink, one black. Wohoo!
The trip was doomed, though. We found a parking spot pretty high up on the street, not terribly close, and there was already 34 minutes in the meter. We figured we'd go get the bras and put more money in the meter, since we had absolutely no change.
But first we had to wait fifteen minutes to get a dressing room, and then trying on bras (Lauren and I both needed them) took another fifteen minutes, and then they checked us out slowly. So we missed the 34 minutes by about one minute, and we got a $15 parking ticket. Fuck. That was the first bad thing.
Then we had to go get some pasta and mozzarella and parmesan cheese for Mom. They didn't have one kind of mozzarella that she wanted, so we had to go across the street to a different store to get it, which had a really long line. Problem #2.
After that we decided to go order the pizza so we could do an errand in between. We got a whole plain pie, two slices of vegetable pizza for Lauren, and a ziti for Kelsey, who doesn't like pizza. While it was being made, we went to the balloon place. Lauren needed to pick out a few balloons to put at the gate at the end of the driveway for her graduation party. The guy there was an absolute imbecile. Problem #3. They had almost nothing left. Problem #4. What they had left was mostly stupid, with cartoon characters, or absolutely enormous. Problem #5. Lauren found a balloon she liked, but they were going to give her the display one, which was completely battered. Problem #6. So she ended getting a green star-shaped one that said "Congrats, Grad!" and two clear-colored, one yellow, one orange, because those were the colors we used with plates and tablecloths and everything. That took a good half-hour.
Picked up the pizza.
At this point, it's 1:30 and we're starting to flip out because we left a little before noon, plus we have a parking ticket.
Run to CVS. We had a ridiculously long list, a bunch of stuff from everyone for the summer -- toothpaste, mirrors, nail polish remover, alcohol pads, pads, band-aids, deodorant, soap, lotion, you all probably know the deal. We rushed through that, but finding everything still took fifteen minutes, and then checking out.
Got home at 2:30 to a hysterical mother who had apparently tried calling us but it hadn't gone through. Problem #7. She then sees the pizza.
"You got a whole pie for just the two of you?"
Uh-oh...
Problem #8. Apparently, she only wanted the two of us to get pizza for ourselves. They had eaten lunch hours ago. She didn't want it, and she didn't want to make room in the fridge for it.
Plus, she was pissed that we had taken so long. That was problem #9.
So, yeah, not a terribly pleasant encounter, then having to tell Dad about the ticket. Spent the rest of the day doing questions in the chemistry Regents review book and flipping out because their free-response were so fucking hard. Talked to Lauren M., who agrees that those questions are much more conceptual than they would be on the actual test. Calmed down a bit.
6/21: Lauren left for orientation at her dance camp, where she's a counselor. I described how the orientation went in the previous entry or maybe the one before. Yeah, the one before, I think. Talking about all the guys with sexy accents.
Got to school at elevenish so I could ask Katie questions from the review book, but ended up not asking questions after people reassured me that the review book was way screwed up. Got directions to Julie's house, tried to get keys to the display case so I could pick up my digital media project but Mrs. M. wasn't there and the office people didn't have keys. Worshipped Pilar who had a copy of what the Regents could be like that her tutor gave her, which was much more realistic and further calmed me down. Took some pictures.
The test was at 12:15. I made everyone kiss my hamsa (I wrote a long entry about its significance in jessica5787, which I would link, but DSL's still down, plus jessica5787 is still locked, but again, those of you that get passwords will also work on jessica5787) and my Legolas bookmark for good luck. Not the one with the Ring -- I wouldn't bring it to school -- but one of the ones that they gave out in the library a couple months ago. It has Gimli on the other side, and it is the best, sexiest picture of Legolas in the entire world.
I made Mr. C. come over to kiss them for good luck and he bends over and tells me, "You know what? You only got one question on the final. Out of those eighty questions, only one wrong. That's a 99. But curved, you got 101, so I just gave you a couple points on your fourth-quarter average. Congratulations, you got about five points higher than anyone else in the class."
Wow.
That was a REALLY good way to start a test.
The multiple-choice was pretty straightforward, some were even laughable. The free-response was harder in that you don't know what they're looking for. No reading comprehension like on the bio last year. I'm really happy the idiots in Albany have a whole year to revise the physics Regents before I have to take it.
Finished the test in an hour, checked it over. Then I had to go over my entire answer sheet in pen, which was a pain in the ass, plus transcribe the multiple-choice questions onto a Scantron sheet. Stupid system.
After two hours were up we were allowed to go. A bunch of us took the bus and went out for Chinese food -- Katie, Missy, Noelle, Jackie, Julie, Na Lee, Sarah, and I know I'm forgetting someone... did Krissy come? Eh, I don't remember anymore. But yeah, we got food, and then hung out in Family "Discount" (Rip-off) Center, where I bought a graduation card for Lauren and a birthday card for Kelsey (August 18, but you never know when I'll have another chance). Then started ambling along, going into a couple stores, but it was getting late and I'm an impatient persun so I ended up leaving and walking home before we even got to get ice cream. I knew that home was a long way away and I had to shower and get ready for Lauren M.'s party.
Shit, yeah, home was a LONG way away. It was fifty minutes away. In 80+ degree weather. And I hadn't brought music or anything. And I wasn't wearing sneakers.
It was AWFUL.
This was when I decided that I wanted to soak in a tub of ice cream, but after realizing that I'd get all sticky, changed my mind to water. Now, if Orlando Bloom was soaking in a tub of ice cream and got sticky, that wouldn't be a problem. I'd... lick him clean!
Er. Anyway.
Took a shower, frantically got ready for the party (I was wearing the red dress), and Mom drove me over. It started at 7:30 at the downstairs in this fancy restaurant place.
I don't get why Lauren invited the people she invited... she was trying so hard to have an equal guy-girl ratio, so she invited guys that she barely knows, and didn't invite girls that she hangs out with every DAY like Missy.
Zoe was there, and I was embarrassed that I hadn't talked to her since, um, we went to the mall way back in October or November. Wendy was there, and I was embarrassed that I hadn't talked to her since, um, CTY. (Yeah, why WAS Wendy there? She was at CTY with us last summer, and she was really sweet and nice, and does live nearby, but she didn't KNOW anyone! I felt badly!)
Basically, the party sucked. None of the guys were dancing, and almost none of the girls are dancing, and Lauren likes dancing, and she did NOT like the fact that no one was dancing. The female DJ was kind of mean, and they didn't play very good music. The food was bad, and there wasn't even chocolate to make me happy. Carrotcake, instead. :(
There was a karaoke machine, too. The first song they did was "American Pie," which is definitely a CTY song, so me, Lauren, Zoe, and Wendy all went up there, because we've all been to CTY. During the chorus at CTY, there's a funky little tradition,
"We started singing, bye, bye, Miss American Pie, drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry, them good 'ol boys were drinking whiskey and rye, singing this'll be the day that I
DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! LIVE! LIVE! LIVE! LIVE! SEX! SEX! SEX! SEX! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE!"
Yeah, we CTYers are a little crazy. But it's the bestest song ever, they play it at the end of every dance. There's also a CTY canon with songs like "Stairway to Heaven" and "Love Shack" and "Time Warp" which I never heard my first summer, but my second summer they played at the dances. Depends on how traditional your site is.
But at the party, they didn't want to do the chorus, but I think that's the best part of the song, so I started screaming it the second time around. Then they all joined in, and the entire room cheered. It was pretty funny. :)
Then Katie and Shriya made me go up and do "Crawling" by Linkin Park with them. AAAAAAAAAH! It was awful! We sucked! I mean, they're screaming in that song, and we were basically just laughing. Julie told us we butchered it. This is true.
The mean female DJ told us that we'd "never hear it sung like that on the radio." This is also true.
Then Katie and Shriya wrote down my name on the slip to solo-karaoke "Blurry"... when she read out my name, they got up and ran to the bathroom in hysterics, so I quickly followed them. It was amusing.
Andrew wanted me to go get J. Bloom's autograph for Nikki. J. Bloom is a skier (I'm sure Katy has heard of him. He said that Nikki was obsessed with the ski team and that she would want ANYONE'S autograph. Well, sorry Andrew, but if David won't get his OWN SISTER an autograph, why the hell would he get an autograph for someone he doesn't know, and who I don't like?
Katie's mom drove me and Na Lee home. Walked up the driveway reallllyyy slowly, because I'd pulled a muscle in my leg walking home earlier. That was one long day.
6/22: Went to the nearby, crappy amusement park with a whole group of people... Katie, Missy, Na Lee, Shriya, Jackie, Zoe, Krissy, Julie, Lauren, Sarah, Noelle, Antonio, again I'm forgetting people, sorry about that. Dad got me there about fifteen minutes late. Na Lee had already given Katie the hat from our school, which they'd all signed. I was sad that I hadn't been able to sign it; I guess they did it sometime when I wasn't at school, I didn't ask... there are some pitfalls to being a part-time student.
Went on the two roller coasters, the Derby (like the carousel, but faster), the thingie that whooshes you straight up and down (did that make ANY sense?), and the water logs. Bought some chocolate ice cream from Carvel. Got a free t-shirt and a little mirror from some anti-tobacco companies, The Truth also set up a truck when I was leaving, I talked to the guy there and he gave me a bandana and a package with Truth stickers and stuff. After the obligatory what's-your-name-where-ya-from-how-old-are-you:
Guy: "I'll give you a bandana if you can tell me something about tobacco."
Me: "Um, it has urea in it." (I blanked out, of course. But I had heard him say that to the persun before me. Hehe.)
Guy: "Right, right... um... do you know what methane is?"
Me: "YES! It's CH4, a natural gas, it's nonpolar, and if you want, I can draw it for you!"
Haha. I'm such a dork! But, anyway, I got the bandana. Wohoo.
I left before everyone, around four, it was so fucking hot and I couldn't take any two hours in that place. Dad picked me up. I went home and took a niiiiiice cold shower and washed my hair because it was still in the braid from the night before. Ate dinner and left again for Katie's goodbye party. I felt badly because I hadn't gotten her a goodbye present. I hadn't found anything that screamed KATIE KATIE KATIE. She loves smiley-face stuff, so I'll probably end up putting together a box of little smiley trinkets and mailing it to her, but I kinda did that for her birthday already, so I don't know. I wrote her a card and put in a Harry Potter pin that says "Muggles for Harry Potter". :)
Got to the party at least half an hour late, first Dad had to find directions, then he got lost, it was just a pain in the butt. But we made it (butt, but). Hung out outside (out, out; ok, I'll stop now!) with Jackie and the cute cat. I hope it finds a home. :( Then Jackie took me to sign this beautiful collage they made on posterboard with photos and stuff. (Missy, can you try to keep track of the rest of my photos and give them to me in the fall? I still have to give you "The Vagina Monologues," so we're even. But I want to read it first, damnit!)
I don't really remember what we did, just hung out... she had this weird thingie that you put down on your head and it tickles so much... I screamed, Sarah kept sneaking up behind me and doing it to me, not very nice Sarah! Outside we built some human pyramids and took a picture of all the girls with their hands in each other's butt pocket. Pilar was wearing tight pants, so I couldn't FIND her butt pocket, which was interesting.
Me: "Uh, Pilar, I'm not trying to grope your butt, I'm really not, I just want to find your pocket!"
Then Shriya came on my other side, but she didn't know what we were doing yet. I thought she did, so I put my hand in her butt pocket.
Shriya: "AAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!" and runs away.
It was very amusing.
Went back inside and ate dessert, Mom made brownies, Katie took the extras home, someone (I think Sarah) got an ice cream cake. Went downstairs and watched a hilarious episode of South Park on proper condom use. Watched the first hour of "Moulin Rouge," which I've wanted to see for ages and ages. (Kelsey and Alexa don't want to see it for the sole reason that it beat LOTR out for some awards at the Oscars. Go figure.)
Wowww... trippy movie, but I liked it a lot. Good singing. Nicole Kidman is amazing. Everyone go look at Mel's purty Moulin-Rouge-layout. But I only saw the first hour, so now I need to rent it and watch the whole thing, which means I can't do that until the end of August. Damnit.
Katie's mom dropped me off at the bottom of the driveway again. She was also driving Jackie, Krissy, Antonio, and Noelle home. Walked up the driveway. Got inside and took off my shoes. Massaged my feet. Asked myself why I was massaging my feet.
6/23: Happy birthday to my mom! I think she's 47. Not sure. Dad, Kelsey, and Alexa gave her their presents and such while I was still asleep -- and I didn't sleep that long -- which pissed me off a little. We made a We-Owe-You-One-Video thing for her, because that video isn't going to be finished until August/September. David's elusive enough as is, Kelsey and Alexa and I won't be home together for more than two days until the beginning of August, same with Lauren.
I honestly don't remember what I did all day. Probably went online. Missy called to see if I wanted to go watch a movie or something, but I had to go out for dinner with La Familia. Alexis came too, we went to a Chinese place about half an hour away.
6/24: Happy birthday to Letha from the writing tutorials, who I haven't talked to in ages. She was a very intelligent individual.
Washed my hair after I got up, and spent the morning alternating between La Computadora, getting dressed (brown dress), flipping out over the way the dress fit (but everyone else loved it, so maybe it was just me; it bothered me that you could see my bra under my armpit, and I just thought the red one fit better), and helping everyone else get ready. I described the graduation and the party afterward in the previous entry.
6/25: Lauren went back to Brant Lake. Mom was royally Pissed Off that I hadn't called this one shoe place where we ordered sandals a few weeks ago. They hadn't come in, and she went to a different place about forty-five minutes away to get them because I really need good sandals for France. I really appreciated that, though I don't think she had to be such a bitch about the whole thing.
But then she came home, and they were the wrong shoes.
Fuck. A. Duck.
More screaming, more yelling, more it'syourownfaultyou'resoirresponsibleyouneedtotaketheblameIcan'tbelieveyoudidthisthisissounfairthisisentirelyyourfault.
Spent the entire day organizing for France and packing with La Madre. Felt like I should make her a burnt offering so she'd be happy. Ended up doing so inadvertently, after I burned the baguette at dinner. Did not make her happy.
6/26 (TODAY!): Mom was going to get her nails done, and she said if they were quick, we could run by the original shoe store, who ended up getting the shoes in after Mom had already picked up the wrong kind at the other store. Did that make any sense? (I still maintain that though part of it is my fault for not calling when she told me to a week ago, it IS true that they should have called to say they weren't coming in a week as planned, and it IS their fault for telling Mom the wrong style of shoe which she got at the other store, or it's Mom's fault for hearing wrong, or the other store's fault for misinterpreting. Who knows? And Mom maintains she told me a million times, but she told me once, in passing. "Oh, you might want to call that shoe place and ask about those shoes." That was it. I meant to, but forgot, and didn't think it was that important. Anyway.)
While she got her nails done, I ran across the street to Big Top. I bought some smiley-face stickers to mail to Katie to decorate her binders and notebooks with (alternatively, we can use them; Jackie and I were talking about decorating a plain black notebook for her, and bringing it in to school the first few days so everyone can write a note to her, and then mailing it). I also bought a cute Harry Potter bag that I'll put Kelsey's birthday present in (the LOTR DVD), and the latest copy of Entertainment Weekly, because the cover story was on the Matrix sequels. I gave it to Kelsey and Alexa, because they're so obsessed now, and they brought it on the plane.
The women at the nail place filed my nails so they have a pretty shape, then Mom and I went to the shoe place. While she picked up the shoes I got her coffee. Then we ran into the Gap really quickly to return something, and she got me a beige sweatshirt, which I needed for France.
How the hell do you spell beige anyway? Beize? Baize? Baige? AAAAACK!
Came home, tried to get a computer from the clutches of my two younger sisters, failed, went upstairs and tried to look like I was packing, failed when Mom caught me reading, but it was Time so she didn't mind. I neglected to mention that it was a story about Tom Cruise. Wrote a card to Lauren; didn't have much to say since she'd been gone 24 hours, but I figured she'd like to get mail. Mom told Kelsey, Alexa, and I that if we ate a lot of fruit she'd split the last piece of frozen fudge whipped cream cake. We ate a hell of a lot of fruit.
K&A and Mom left around twelve. Came upstairs, drafted the letter to the far-away shoe place because I need to mail them the shoes and return them, and went online. I've been on ever since.
So, for your pleasure/intense boredom, since this entire entry has been a bit boring, here's my To-Do List, abridged because I'm forgetting stuff, in no particular order, and without the times needed like the last time (go check my archive, still can't get online):
1. Email the following people who emailed me as a response to my email change (three emails in one sentence, impressive; actually, now four): Holly, Ed (relative), Aunt Jill, Sarah K., Mari (former Spanish teacher), Allison (cousin), Miriam (friend from Sweden, I mentioned in her in whatever entry where I wrote about June 2nd).
2. Unsubscribe to all my jokes and vocab newsletters on my old account, and write down the subscription addresses so I can re-subscribe on the new account in August.
3. Go write notes to the owners of all my rings informing them that I'll be locking my diary for a month and a half and please don't kick me out.
4. Write out details for getting an Eowyn template. I sort of know what picture I want, and I know some of the things I want links to, but that's going to wait until I get home in August.
5. The favorite entries feature; I want to add an entry for every favorite persun. This means I need to go back in everyone's archive and pick the best entry. This should be interesting.
6. Either call the public school or walk over there (call, if possible) to get four addresses so Lauren can send her teachers thank-you notes for the gifts she received at the party.
7. Write to Lauren once more, either Thursday or Friday.
8. Send Kelsey and Alexa postcards to the P.O. Box in Utah on Friday. I don't need to write anything interesting, but they love getting mail, and I can't count on anything from France reaching Utah in time, so I'll have to send it home in NY.
9. Read the latest issues of the following magazines: Time, Cicada, Imagine, Muse.
10. Start reading some of the inch-thick stack of background information and supplementary information on "Tartuffe" that Mrs. H. gave us.
11. Work out. Picking what to watch shouldn't be a problem; many things come to mind, including but certainly not limited to the National Geographic LOTR special, the Mists of Avalon tape, "The Matrix Revisited," the extras on "Save the Last Dance," and the after-show of the MTV Movie Awards. Actually, maybe scratch the last one; I doubt they'll show anyone from LOTR.
12. Clean up my room. My desk is a mess, and my nightstand isn't great either. Neither's the foot of the bed. Shit, I forgot about the foot of the bed. That's all my chem and French notes. That means I need to put them in boxes and put them up in the loft. That means I need to
13. Clean the loft. Shit, those are going to have to be my projects tomorrow.
14. Get down to the office and write checks with Dad.
15. Finish packing. Lots of little things to do, including some last-minute things on my toilet kit and getting some things out of the laundry when they come through and finding a bag for the presents because there's no way I can fit them in my suitcase.
16. Input any corrections Dad has on the letter to the shoe company and mail them back.
17. Respond to Emma's email. I emailed her last night.
18. There are many, many books I want to read. I am realistic, however, and know that none of this will get done before I go.
19. Forward all my old emails up to 6/16 back to myself so stupid AOL doesn't delete them.
20. Email Kelsey and Alexa the rest of these Secret Diaries, in the style of Cassie Claire, and they're very funny.
21. While I'm looking for the best entries, also find good quotes to use in my profile.
22. Sniffle as I realize that I can only take 24 cds to France. Sob, have a temper tantrum. Pick 24 cds.
23. Write my goodbye entry. Think I'll do that tomorrow, but I may post it on Friday. It'll be exactly what it says, a goodbye entry before I lock the diary.
There's more, but I want to post this and go unsubscribe to some more stuff. DSL's up. Wohoo.
To confirm, Missy, Brenda, Ivy, Samantha, Georgie, and Amanda are getting passwords when I lock this diary for the summer. Anyone else? Please sign my guestbook if you want one, because this is pretty much your last shot.
