here we go

Yay, Saturday. (subyay: at my mom's.)
Grades came in the mail yesterday, but I hid them, and they shall remain hidden until Monday. I don't want an F in history ruining my weekend. I'm trying to convince Mom we should go to Moscow (not Russia, but a little college town nearby), because Mom has a Bed Bath and Beyond gift card and also, Moscow has a Micheal's and I wanna look at yarrrn. I didn't tell her that bit, though. Bah. Wait, I wonder if Micheal's is still there, even. Huh. I don't think she's going for it, though,'cuz tomorrow's the Super Bowl and she's going to a party maybe. Man, fricking super bowl...
Blake thinks the USA Network has a thing for the Miami Dolphins (his football team; weird because we're in Washington and Florida is aaaall the way over there). I'm agreeing with him, some of it. Anyway, here's the evidence: Burn Notice, Thursday Night: Sam Axe says something to Micheal Weston about "getting tickets to the Dolphins game". Monk, Friday Night: one of the fake teams is called the "Wildcats" and the Wildcat is a popular Dolphins play or move or something (he tried to explain this to me but I'm no good with sports) (suddenly, my wrists are in a fuck of a lot of pain, but I'll try to finish this.) And Psych, Friday Night: Juliet says she once dated a Miami Dolphin.
Ack, I better go.

horror of all horrors

The Sims 3, for which I have been patiently awaiting since God-knows-when (and mom owes me as a Christmas gift) has been delayed to be released! It was going to go out on, like, the 12th of Feb and NOW they're setting it back, I dunno how long. Damndamndamn.
On the bright side, I got some yarn yesterday in a 99 cent bag at Goodwill. Some sensations novelty stuff- this terribly awful but somehow endearing blue and orange puffy weird stuff, some variageted pink sparkly wierd stuff, some pale green softribbon type and some Peaches 'n Cream yarn. Whooot. For. Yarrrrn.
Now I'm all bored and I'm trying to make grocery bags and a shawl (for the ball I probably won't be going to because I am lame. if somebody asks me, yeah, if not, no, stay home watch quantum leap.) and socks and mittens and...oh, right, a pillow or something with 'fuck cancer' stitched onto it with a chart I found on theanticraft. When I learn how to switch colors.
My shoes are falling apart. I need some new shoes. I've got this novel idea- buy stuff made in america. Which narrows my shoe choice down to, like, 70 % percent of New Balance shoes. Everybody else is outscourced.
I'm going to get some Doritos, a glass of Dr. Pepper, and go to my room to watch the Drew Carey show and play around with yarn.

wooer

nothing eventful happened today 'cept my best librarian buddy mary came back to work (yayy!) and we chatted and she was gone 'cuz her dad got hurt (her 85 year old father who had an ipods and 438 podcasts and gets a new computer everyear. bad. ass.) and then we shopped online for yarn, looking at all the weird ones like corn yarn, milk yarn, yarn with silver in it, yarn with jadeite in it, banana yarn, yak yarn, bufallo yarn. anyway, she bought me some milk yarn! which looks crazy soft and pretty. maybe i'll make myself a scarf, even though my distaste for making scarves in widely known throughout the land. and we organized a crochet/knit group for the library- hooks and sticks. unlike the lewiston city library's 'sit and knit'. very passive, we agreed, not as cool as hooks and sticks. whoot.
school was...well, i was on time. and i still didn't do those questions. and margo, who sits in front of me in history and sometimes gives me candy (margoooo i love youuu) wasn't here today so i couldn't hide behind her and read all hour. mr. hoffmann saw me reading and just stood next to me for about a minute before i was all, hey what up? and he peer-pressured me into putting the book away.
one of my former teachers, mrs frazier, who's on my facebook, saw that i had put 'aj is crocheting socks' onto my facebook and said if she were me she wouldn't admit that. grr, mrs. frazier.
working on my shawl/stole thing, looks nicey but weird shape right now and...gonna try some mittens tomarrow, and retry socks with dif. yarn and hook.

good moments; bad ideas

Today, Dad took us places and one of those places was Jack in the Box, for lunch. Blake had been all 'yurface' all day long and being a difficult little brother. (by a year, he's younger than me by a year) Dad mentioned something about how he'd need Blake to help him move stuff. Blake: "Yeah, 'cuz I'm stronger then you, Alyssa..." Me: "Yes Blake I will admit it has been scientifically proven that men have more muscle strength then women." Blake: "Haha that's right we do." Me: "However it is also a scientific fact that girls mature faster then boys." Blake: "...you're a stinkyhead." He's funny sometimes, isn't he.
That sweater I was making? Not turning out too well. Can't get the stupid V stitches right. So for now, it's frogged. The socks, too, are frogged, because...it looks terrible, the one sock I've almost made. Frogged! So with the cloud yarn for the sweater I will retry socks and with the purple yarn for the socks I'll now try a shawl/stole, because the Winter Ball is coming up and, if I find a dress (this is the tricky bit, the dress thing, because there are no dresses that fit me, grrr) then I'll go so I'll make a shawl/stole to go with it. Barhh. I like the Cold Shoulder stole from Happy Hooker but the shawl looks cute, too, so hrrr.
Oh, I've got some homework to do.
And my heart is beating more and more erraticly and I'm starting to get worried. 3 weeks, it's been going on.
Cold, shaking, going to bed now.

can't buy me love...wait--

Although you can try. Take my dad, for instance. He comes home tonight from work and goes to his room to..I dunno, ignore us? and then we rush into his room an hour later and bug him about dinner and let'sgosomewhere! So to Hasting's and Sharp's it is. At Hastings, I find Inkdeath. I've got a $10 Hastings card and Inkdeath is $25. My dad sneaks up on me while I'm gazing at Inkdeath and he chat but I wander off to look at graphic novels for the Firefly graphic novel (No go.) then for any other graphic novels I want/could afford. (Preludes and Noctures, Y: The Last Man Volume: also not there) then for Frank Sinatra movies or Gene Kelly movies; specifically: On the Town and It's Always Fair Weather, respectively. The Manchurian Candidate, which has Frankie in it, does not count, really. Uh, no Quantum Leap Season 3. I lament to Dad about how much I want Inkdeath but I only have 10 on my card...so he relents and buys it for me. I am thinking because (as I type this, he announces he's leaving to go see his girlfriend) he never spends time with us or nothing. He also helped Blake buy a video game, Mercenaries 2. So, now I guess he's guilt-free this weekend for not spending time with us because he bought us stuff! Bitch please.
In other news, I really like Dr. Pepper soda. Like, it's the best. I didn't know this until the other day.
Tonight I'm gonna finish re-reading Inkheart, re-start that sweater, watch SNL, play some Sims and maybe make some fudge.

saturday saturday

At my dad's. Some neighbour's dog is barking like flipping crazy. Shut up.
I couldn't find Inkheart online to watch so I watched Slumdog Millionaire, which was really super good.
Me and my friends have been bitching about the casting of Brendan Fraser as Mo in Inkheart. BF just doesn't look we'd pictured Mo in the book. I was on IMDB.com and one of the trivia things was something like, Brendan Fraser was Cornelia Funke's personal choice for the role of Silvertongue, as he was her inspiration for the character. She even dedicated the second novel of the trilogy to him and sent him a signed copy. The producers originally wanted a bigger Hollywood star but on the insistence of Funke they gave in and accepted him in the role. I was all, WHAT. UP. And I didn't believe it, until I got out Inkspell and the dedication says, "To Brendan Fraser, whose voice is the heart of this book. Thanks for the inspiration and enchantment. Mo wouldn't have stepped into my writing room without you, and this story would never have been told." WTF? I mean...I like Brendan Fraser and all? The Mummy was good and he was funny on Scrubs but Journey to Center of Earth (that's not event the right title, I care that little) sucked so terribly it was painful, I had to leave the theatre. (Luckily, it was the dollar theatre and initially, we came to see...Wall-E I think, or Mamma Mia. (which both also sucked)) Uh, anyway. I think Cornelia Funke's just got the hots for Brendan Fraser. Blake was all, you know what this means? Without Brendan Fraser there would be NO INKHEART. I was all, dear god man, you're right!
...
what else...
I am trying to crochet socks but I don't think I'm doing it right, or have the right yarn or hook or whatever. Man, I want some socks. Also I am trying to make a sweater but I keep messing up, counting things wrong and shit. Damn.
And dad's tv channels just went out. Goddamn, SNL is on tonight and Steve Fucking Martin is on. I WILL NOT MISS THIS.

delinquency

I should be at school, but I'm too late to show up for 1st hour and too early to hang around for 2nd hour. These things have to be timed just right, you know. I have this sleeping thing- I love to sleep. Lately, it's impossible to get up in the morning. (my theory about this is it's related to the weird heart thing..or I'm lazy.) This morning I was contemplating being "sick" and staying home and reading, crocheting and watching TV all day long. God, that sounds fun. But Knowledge Bowl is doing a group pic today and honestly, it's the one thing I do, I might as well show up for it.
This sweater-from the Happy Hooker book- I think I counted the chains wrong because now I've got the wrong about of V stitches and gah, I hate counting shit. This sweater should turn out, though, and it better because I have shitload of yarn...did I mention I have a LYS? YES! Patrick's Crafts- which seems to be a yarn/quilting store er something, sells of a bunch of Red Heart and Lion Brand and Sugar'n Cream yarn. A little more expensive anywhere else (there's nowhere else) but worth it. It is a block away. Whoot.
Oh, better get to school. Mrs. Dale, math 1st hour, hates my guts now, like she didn't before. I am a snarky bitch of a student. I'm mean, but she's a bad teacher.
Where are my shoes...

HOLY SHIT

So there I am, in my room, idly watching The Drew Carey Show on ION TV and reading Here's the Story (Marcia Marcia Marcia!) when a little bubble on the bottom of the screen pops up and says, Next: Quantum Leap. And I literally jump off the bed and stare at the TV in shock. When the Quantum Leap 'Theorizing that one could time travel within his own lifetime..' comes on, I scream HOLY SHIT and RUN to the living room to check online. I dunno when but ION has started showing Quantum Leap at 5! ARGHHHH! YESS!!
Right now, it's Color of Truth, where he's the black guy in the south. Friday has Camikazi Kid, then on Monday it's...Play it Again Seymour? Weird. Play It Again Seymour is the last ep. of season 1, then it's Honeymoon Express...and that's Season 2 ep. 1 Wed. it's Americanization of Machiko, then...Friday is What Price Gloria? Sam's A WOMAN! They skipped over Disco Inferno (good riddance) probably 'cuz of music rights? Or it's just a POS ep. Blind Faith, Good Morning Peoria (both some of my favs. despite the cliche 'sam saves some girl' plotline), and that's as far as TV Guide will go. I am so happy, like fuhreal.

hullo

Hey.
Today I bought 11 oz of Sensations Rainbow Classic Yarn. It was on sale. They were out of Lion Brand Wool-Ease I need for Anarchy Irony Hat. Suuucks. Uh, eh...the yarn, yeah, I'm gonna make a sweater/jacket/cardigan thing? from the Happy Hooker book. So it's got a shell thing going and I hope I'm doing it right.
Eh...it's a lot of yarn. Like, small watermelon ---
OH! I think I've got a Local Yarn Store! Good lord. I was pretty sure we have/had a quilting store in downtown (quick note: small town. "downtown" is main street. about 3 blocks of downtown.) and for some reason I was thinking it might sell yarn -like those two things are, like, the same?- and we drove past a store that said- Patrick's Crafts! It has hope. I'm gonna check it out tomarrow. Honestly, I live like half a block away (HOW AWESOME WOULD THAT BE IF IT SOLD YARNS!??! I am freaking out with excitement. I am going to be crushed when they do not)...We used to have something like...Quilt Shoppe. Or we still might. Dunno? For some reason, we also just got TWO new dog grooming places. In the same span of three blocks. Uh huh. And the antique store moved to a different store, a block down. Yeah. Wacky town.
I'm shaking so I better sit down and decide whether to watch House or Big Bang Theory/How I Met Your Mother. I'm leaning toward the latter.

i forgot now

so today I started to finish these wristwarmers I was making and okay, they're a bit too big, but i finished one and then began on the Anarchy Irony Hat from Happy Hooker-I had the yarn- and I figure now I'm gonna run out of black Lion Brand Wool-Ease, if that's what it even is, so I better...get some...
and then I played around with different stiches and stuff and now my shoulders hurt.
still moving shit. still sucks.
veryy cold. need that hat and some crocheted socks.

oh look

So here I am, waiting for mom to get here hair done so we can go meet her friends for breakfast at Shari's, the restaurant. Anyway, it's 11, what's with the breakfast? Also I want a chocolate malt for breakfast. Bwahah.
Yesterday we drove 160 miles to see mom's boyfriend, Curtis, and he drove only like, 60 miles. How is that fair? We saw Twilight, ate food, and I ran off to Barnes and Noble. IT IS BARNES AND FUCKING NOBLE, FORGET ABOUT WHATSISFACE. And Whatsisface's son, who is the only male I have ever met who enjoys Twilight. They're both very quiet. And so am I. I had to see Twilight, which was so very awful in some parts but cool in other scenes. Fight scenes, those were cool. When they ripped that guy's head off? THAT was cool.
I got the Stitch 'n Bitch Happy Hooker book at BaN. OHMIGAWD my first crochet book. I cannot contain my excitement. My mom bought it for me on the stipulation I would help her move.
And, and...my heart is thumping erratically and it's really weird and probably, not normal? Uhmmm.
Off of greatwhitesnark.com, I just won Transformers: The Animated Series Season Two on DVD. And I haven't even seen the first season. This means I have to watch it? Well. Okay then.

motherfucking knitting

This is way to many post for one day but I shall express my idea of knitting here:
GARRHHSONUVAFAHRHFFHHHFUUUUCKKKKKKK
I'm trying to learn from a video online. IT. IS. USELESSS. I feel like eating someone. I can't even cast on! BAHHUMBUG. And then I had these knitting needles tucked behind my ear (like I do with my crochet hooks, for easy grabbing) and then I was waving them around and I stabbed myself in the face! I've never stabbed myself in the face with a crochet hook. I have hurt my lip, though. The hook...anyway. I think I need someone to visually and physically teach me how to knit. Otherwise, fuck knitting and all the cool things you can make with it.

knitdiot

I tried at least, title-wise.
Today mom went to get her hair colored and since there's nothing to do here (except, of course, finish that scarf I HATE FLIPPING SCARFS) I decided to go with her. Not like it's super far away or anything. Yeah. So, anyway, she's getting her hair colored and I'm all there's nothing to doooo when I remembered that a few stores down there was a Jo-Ann's and at Jo-Ann's there was fricking yarn. Because all I need is more yarn. I wandered over there and debated on whether to buy yarn or not then went back to Mom and got her to give me some money. Honestly, I don't know how I did that. She never gives me money.
So I walk back, deciding on the pound of Caron yarn on sale for 5 bucks...or the pound of Sensations Rainbow Dot yarn for 6 bucks, then I look at patterns and there are few-to-none crochet ones so I'm all, Shit I wish I could knit. And then I figure, well why can't I? So I pick out a pair of knitting needles. I know nothing about knitting. (And little on crochet but I pretend to know a lot if my friends ask me.) I find some Red Heart For Kids! size 5.5 needles. They're YELLOW. Son of a bitch. Where could I go wrong with yellow knitting needles? NOWHERE. I was sick of not-knitting. I wanna make cool stuff from anticraft.com and this book, DomiKNITrix at the library. I figured on not buying yarn since I already have some and I can never decide on what yarn to buy. Jo-Ann's has a limited selection of yarn. But, oh, there's this dark grey Wool-Ease stuff- just one skein of it- that's been there for WEEKS and I just want to make it into a hat or a Dalek or somethiiing. Maybe next time.
Using my wonderrrful powers of charm and wit (read: guilt-tripping) I convinced my mom to guys a pizza from Papa Murphy's, even though usually I am disdainful of Papa Murphy's but it's the yummy 5 meat stuffed pizza that makes me happyyy.
Oh man am I sad I watched all of Quantum Leap already because I love Quantum Leap. The second season finale made my cryy like the girly girl I am not usually. Well, crying over an episode of an old sci-fi show starring Scott Bakula isn't very girly-girl. It had little to none Bakula in it, as it were, mostly it was about Al. Who's the best. And Sam, I reiterate, is something of a dumbass. More on that some other time.
If I find something on TV I will crochet like crazy, finish le scarf and eat pizzaa.

big news

There was a comb stuck in my hair but I got it out.
I did all of my English work and got it turned in. Whooot.
Nobody ('cept Heather) noticed my tiger shirt.woot today. Hurts me on the inside.
The pom pom on my Jayne hat is falling apart.
I almost ran into the wall when I was eating cereal. Came out of nowhere at me.
It's really cold in here.
The pockets on these jeans are waay to big and bothersome.
Blazing Saddles is on. J'adore Mel Brooks.
Now that finals are over I need to get back to crocheting- Shannon's scarf, then a panda, then, I don't know, a cardigan or something. There's nothing to crochet. Hellppp meee.
...
Oh god weird. In my last post (that sounds weird, too) I said something about schmoop dot com and how cool they were and then schmoop.com posted a comment to that and said thanks for the shoutout. Sweet.
Depressing thing of today: at our lunch table, which is clearly a hub of activity for anybody cool (err we're the dorks/nerds/random kids), Machaela pulled out some crocheting and I was all, hey whaddaya makin'? Do you want to know what she crocheting? Burial gowns for premie babies. At first I was all oh okay then WHAT! How sad is this: some of these babies are so tiny they can't them anything to wear that will fit. Ahww. That's sad that is.
Okay mom showed up we're going to coffee and then for her to be dyed. Yaaay.

ravelry is not dorky

Heather (aka BFF) came over to help me with my Brave New World Essay and for that I owe her. My first shirt.woot (http://shirt.woot.com/) came in the mail, On the Prowl, which is sooo epic and Heather was in awe. Woot! Anyway, she helped me write the essay and now all I have to do is "read" Emma and do the reader's response for it and one for Slaughterhouse-5. By "reading" Emma, I mean, there's this cool website called shmoop.com that's like sparknotes with a sense of humor and a lot more info. And after that, I have to write an analysis on Emma if I feel like it but I'm sure I could do that in my aide class if needed. I have a friend who's already done reader's response to SH-5 so I borrowed those and will glean info from that.
Then Heather hung around a while and then I got on the computer and got on ravelry, where she proceeded to laugh at me for being on a yarn/knitting/crocheting/craft site. This is a girl who writes hardcore anime/manga fanfiction and was the girl who taught me how to crochet in the first place!? Admittedly-she taught me just the single stitch and by the next week I was making amigurumi and double-crocheted hats with ear flaps. She's super jealous of my skills yo. Anyway, she called me a dork for being on rav., and then for doing this Book RAK thing and then she left because she has to go read Pride and Prejudice. Haha, good luck with that.
On Tuesday, we went to THE REPTILE MAN! Some guy from a reptile zoo near Seattle came and did, like, an hour show at the elementary school. 'show' means he held up snakes and lizards and told us about them. At one point he mentioned something about reptiles walking on two legs and I was all, Dick Cheney? I saw this shirt one time, it said, Dick Cheney Puts the Vice in Vice President. Lols.
Oh, back to Emma and how ridiculous she is.
I'm sick of not getting Tv Guide and I have to look it up on the net.

highs and lows

This week has been finals weeks, so I've been busy. Not with finals. With doing the work I haven't done until now. For instance, reading two classic books (Emma, and Slaughterhouse-Five) and writing reader responses for them (where every 25 pages you summarize and comment), and analysis on Emma, and a essay on Brave New World. Gahhrh. So those are my lows.
We've just moved to a new house. Right next to the cop shop, as I affectionetly refer to it. Or, the Police Station. Kitty corner to the library and a block away from the high school. Yeah, everything's that close together here.
Okay why the FUCK does it smell like goddamn meatballs in this house?
I like music, but more importantly I like songs. Usually I find one song I like and listen to it religilously until I get bored or find a better song. Previous Songs of the Week for me have been: Life On Mars? -David Bowie, Space Oddity- Bowie, Human- The Killers, Blue Moon- Dean Martin, Love Me Dead- Ludo, Mustang Sally-The Commitments, You're Nobody Till Somebody Loves You-Dean Martin, Spaceman-The Killers, Drunken Lament-Ludo, I'm A Fool To Want You- Frank Sinatra, I've Got You Under My Skin- Frank Sinatra, Stuttering-Ben's Brother, Ghosts Are Everywhere- The Presidents Of The United States Of America, Common People- Pulp, and anyway, this week it's I Don't Like Mondays by The Boomtown Rats (and Buddy Holly's Maybe Baby.) Mondays is a good song, it's catchy and House played it on House, MD once. The one with Dave Matthews. And now they use it on the commercial for House. Anyway, song because it was actually based off of this girl, this 16 year old, who went out and shot up a schoolyard of children and when asked why she did it, she said, "I don't like Mondays, this livens up the day." This girl was fucking nuts but honestly, what an answer.
Okay now I've got work to do (read: SparkNotes bitches! WHOOT!) and an essay and analysis to write.

echo

We're moving so the house is a bit echoey and empty. I packed some of mah stuff because my dad is just moving in here. This is terrible time to move. In the middle of finals when I have to turn in all this make up work. Barh.

whoot for accomplishment

I said I was going to cut my hair and I did. Not very noticible but it's wet so there you are. And here you are.

And look there in the background. Quantum Leap is paused. Lols.

bah

This is me, angry and alone at my dad's house. Angry because I'm all alone. Dad went out with his girlfriend like HA SURPIRSE last night. I see him every other goddamned weekend and all he does in his free time is see Sandy and watch football. Gosh dad I love ya too. Coild I be any less obvious about, too? Being grumbliy and not looking at him and asking him to buy me stuff? He asked what we wanted for dinner, Pizza or what kids? I just watched Quantum Leap and mumbled, I don't care I don't know whatever, Arby's, Get me a Pepsi. Don't you have something to drink, AJ? Don't got to Pepsi, Dad.
So he brought it home and then left. Like 5 o clock. Blake left at 7. Goddamn goddamnit. I hate this. I hate it when they leave me alone and his TV is crap and I don't even have internet friends. I'm so angry and all I want to do is eat a cake. I'm on a fucking diet; I eat when I feel bad so screw it. I want a fripping cake. Or some chocolate. But I would kill for a cake. Or, oh god, some cupcakes. Holy shit I want some fucking cupcakes. I want to eat cupcakes and watch Quantum Leap until 11:3-, when I want to eat cupcakes and watch SNL. Which maybe I can't even do that because dad's TV is shit and we got no cable and for some reason today he's not picking up NBC. Motherfucker.
Sam is coroner./Mortician. He looks good in black and white. Last night I was watching this with Blake--till about 3 in the morning-- and now he likes QL, and he said the same things I did: What the hell is Al wearing and why is Sam a dumbass? Anyway, he now likes QL, but mostly for Al. I loves me Sam but there's something about Al.
My hair is too long. I just want to take some scissors to it. Fucking fuck.
I'm not even looking at the screen as I type this. I've got the keyboard on my lap and I'm faced at the TV. Hnn.
I want to wall some where but why and where to and Dad'd come home and not find me and be pissed. Not worth it.
It's just so quiet. And not so sane to talk to TV characters like I am.
Fuggetaboutit. I'm going to google cutting hair and making cupcakes from scratch,.

all alone

So here I am, at my dad's house (as opposed to being at Mom's) as I am every other weekend. Blake went to the Golden Throne game. I went last year. Once is enough for me. I usually do go the Homecoming football game or whatnot, just 'cuz I'm like 4 blocks away and... I dunno, there's something about sitting in those bleachers watching a stupid game and eating over priced snacks with your only friend, knowing that hundreds of students have sat here and watched the same stupid game and ate the same over priced snacks and hung out with the only person who will tolerate them. If the Lewiston vs. Clarkston football game is at home, I'll watch it. It's like, a 103 year old tradition. But Golden Throne seems stupid to me. Basketball, too. Football I don't mind, if it's live. I despise it on TV. Looks fake. Also the idea of the gold toilet is retarded.
Uh, yeah. Waiting for the new shirt.woot, which...yeah, I'm obsessed. I used to spell 'obsessed' like 'upsessed' in like 7th grade. In 7th grade I died my hair different colors so people would notice me, too. Now I don't care...anyway, last night I was going to buy the new shirt.woot which was this turtle one, Ninja Turtle referance, at like midnight but I decided not to, because if the first one I bought, On the Prowl, with a tiger, if I got that in the mail and it didn't fit me well I would get the turtle one in a bigger size, yeah, but it sold out by the next morning. I was all bitched about that for a while, then I figured out I could buy it again for 15, but whatever. Mom says she'll buy it for me if I help her pack for the new place.
I downloaded some Iggy Pop music, because of the Iggy/Bowie connection and I started listening to Lust For Life, which...sounds like a good song but it's the song they use on one of those cruise ship commercials? and that ruins it. Forever. Garh. However, I am quite liking Iggy Pop and I like Bowie more and more. Heard Ch-Changes on the radio the other day...102.9 Classic Rock, best radio station EVAH. Rock 'n Roll Suicide is good, and Please Mr. Gravedigger creeps me out. Life on Mars? is really good and so's, oh, the Major Tom song....SPACE ODDITY! Right, right...Kody comes up to me one day, back before summer started, hands me his iPod and says, "this is the best song ever listen to it" and I did and it was. Thanks, Kody, for introducing me to Bowie. Cousin Chelsie, however, was the one who introduced me and Blakers to Flight of the Conchords...to that we owe her.
I'm addicted to Quantum Leap and should probably just start a blog on Leap and only Leap. Last night, I watched the one Sam leaped into a retarded young man named Jimmy. I liiiked this. Al in this was great. D'yknow what pisses me OFF about Quantum Leap? Sam. I love him, but sometimes he's a fucking dumbass. SAM YOU HAVE A FRIEND WHO NOBODY ELSE CAN SEE STOP TALKING TO HIM IN PLAIN SIGHT. Honestly. Al will show up (what's with his clothes also but forget about it i love al) and Sam will start talking to him! With people around! ARGHHHH. How does he not get, like, locked up for being psycho? Oh, show... This was a good epi because it gave Al some backstory. Little sister who was retarded, too, but their mom left them and so did their dad and they sent his sister, Trudy, to an "institution" and little Al to an orphanage. Anyway, when he got out he went to look for her but, this part got me almost crying, when Al goes, "She was gone Sam-pneumonia they said. How does a 16-year-old girl die from pneumonia in 1953?" But he liked, screamed it, and I was all. Aww, sad Al.
I'm trying to stagger Quantum Leap DVDs so I don't watch all of them in like one week...which I kind of did already. But Season Three's 40 bucks and maybe Daddy will find a deal on ebay for me but until then, I'm outa luck. And Season Three looks good, Sam leaps into...himself! when he's young! Whootwhoot. I like how, throughout Season Two that have to reiterate stuff in Season One. A lot of these epis are Sam having to get some girl to fall in love with him or save a marriage or a woman's future. Laame. Like in The Pretender Season One, where Jarod is just saving a lot of families where the dad has been killed for, like, finding out some evil guy's secret. Man. Quantum Leap and The Pretender are kind of alike...huh...and...MacGyver...I think I have a complex or something...MASH only sort of fits here, though. And Stargate, neither. Those are the shows I own on DVD. I bought The Pretender on never having seen an episode. And MASH on seeing a few and loving it. And Stargate for...well, MacGyver. It's got Richard Dean Anderson.
Gonna go watch some more Leap. Feel less alone.

high school est stupido

Re: Stupid signs at my high school.
"GO GET EM'." Nothing obviously wrong with this. 'cept for the wrong aprostrophe placement. Friend Heather was pissed about this one more then the next. I was leaning towards this one as the worst...
"WRESTELING: WEDNESDAY." At first I thought this said "WRESTLEING." Which is slighter more forgivable. Like, wrestle with an ing. verb + ing = CONJUGATED. It's a foolproof formula. But WRESTELING? That's not...close. At all. It's unforgivable. When I saw this I lost faith in humanity. It's cliched, but true.
Waiting for the new shirt.woot, although it's probably already up and I am delaying gratification.
Quantum Leap is ruling my liiiife. I finished the first season last night...or today? No, last night, because I was up late crocheting a penguin and was too lazy to switch the disk and so I turned on TV Land (where a season 9 or 10 or 11 M*A*S*H epi was on and I will bet you one hundred dollars it was written and directed by Alan Alda. Because it was all about Hawkeye. Fuhreals. Some girl dies and he has to do the eulogy and he spins it around to make it about him. Shut up, Alda.) Back to QL.
Season One is only 9 episodes, since it was a midseason replacement. It ended with Sam leaping into 1951 or 60 as a woman. Well, it just showed up in a girly bathtub and some girl's like, Samantha, you need to get ready, Miss Executive Secretary. But the second season picks up, Sam's a fireman and Al's trying to convince the "Board" for the Project not to axe the project. Apparently, no one believes Sam is leaping through time since Al's the only one who can hear/see him and no one believes Al. Bwahah. Anyway, Sam then leaps (two leaps an epi, yay!) into the body of Some Guy on a Honeymoon and then he has to save his bride and fix the future, blah, anyway. My problem is that the Season One ender had him leaping into someone else! And then, then...the Disco Inferno one, I thiiink...no, it was The Americanization of Machiko, at the end, had him leap back to Jesse, the black guy from Season 1. And then, the next episode, they picked up with him being Miss Samantha the Secretary...
I think it's the DVDs. Flipping DVDS. Anyway, Sam-as-a-girl was amusing. Al, who sees Sam as everyone else sees him - some bodacious bod (holy shit holy shit why did I just say 'bodacious'?) and Al's like, in love with him. As I say this I know it will seem sarcastic but I'm not, it was hilarious. Scott Bakula in dresses and heels was fucking funny, too. Err...I can't remember the other episodes on this disk. Machiko, which was good about Sam as a Navy sailor who comes back from Japan with a Japanese wife and his hick town and hick mom and the hick repairman are pissed off and racist. Reminded me of my brother Kody, who's in the Navy and wants to go to Japan to "get himself an asian wife." Lols Kody. Oh another one was Disco Inferno where Sam's some stunt guy in the 70's. Sub-par. The best part was the part where they were watching 70's SNL because 70's SNL was good.
Things to do-
1. Make a dragon ami for Heather.
2. Spend fifth hour learning how to play Rock-Paper-Scissors-Lizard-Spock with Heather.
3. QUANTUM LEEEAAAP.

we don'ttt gottt spirit

at my school, there's this "golden throne" thing going on and it's like this stupid rivalry with the town across the river. city, more like it. we're the town. and there's this award type thing for spirit? it's a toilet painted gold. stupid, like i said. and the basketball game, the golden throne game, with this high school nemesis. I went to the game last year, which so much people attend they have to house it at the local college gym. spent most of the time there trying to find my friends, the few that are, and standing in line at concessions. we won the spirit award, anyway. yaay.
there's this spirit week that precedes the game, and dress up days. which get lamer as the year goes by.
for instance, this year : monday-pajama day. not bad of a day. i'm lazy but i refuse to wear pajamas all day, it makes me physically ill. tuesday- dress like it's summer/nerd day. i take offense here now. first off, the weather here. it's fucking awful. snow, rain, cold, we get pretty bad stuff in january. what the fuck, school council? and as a nerd (i think one of the qualifications is "you own one or more star trek paraphenilia." and i own books and a tee.) i take offense. seriously, with the stereotyping. not as bad as redneck day. Yes. Redneck day. The preppy spirit kids who dress up and cheer and go to games, mostly cheerleaders, sports kids and student council are, like, the only kids who dress up. Also, they're practically retards. Nerds, according to these kids are ill-dressed, wear their hair in pigtails all the goddamn time or have a stupid part in their hair, wear suspenders and have tape on their glasses! Oh, what wit! An 80's stereotype of nerds! So refreshing. I was discussing this with a classmate and we both said: Steve Urkel. Jesus Christ. And the kids who dressed up as summer soon came to regret it. Bwaha. Dumbasses.
As for my effort, I wore my shirt that has the cardiovascular system in all its glory and correct placement, shirt-wise to organ-wise. And my Jayne hat. I use my Jayne hat (cunning, ind'nt?) as a test to figure out if my friends/peers are Firefly fans. It didn't work. I did get a lot of compliments, though. Love this hat.
There's this sign, at my school, all these spirit signs, one of these says "WE GOTTT SPIRIT." I fuck you not. GOTTT. Three ts. I have started many a conversation with people, inquiring about this. Heather thinks it means to be like, held out. It's hard to translate over text. Like we GOT spirit. Okay, I say, then why not do many o's? Or just make it big? Or screw it and make some goddamn clever signs? If they did many o's it would be GOOT. Not...any better.
I've been crocheting an octopus. I need to sew finish sewing his legs on. But Scott Bakula is distracting me. I just got Quantum Leap Season 1 AND 2. It is literally controlling my life. Or, at least, my crocheting. Better go finish Mr. Octopus and start Mr. Penguin or Mr. Panda. Apparently, I can't make female amigurumi. Oy.

resolutions require commitments

Hey y'all. Good lord this font is big, I'm gonna fix that. My mom can totally read what I'm writing on this screen, most of what she does is hang around and try to find out what I'm doing on the computer all the time...well that's not true, I'm sure she has other hobbies...
Oh that's better font now. You won't notice but I changed it. Well, it's pointless anyway.
Kso I'm AJ and known on some websites as aayjay. Sound it out, guys. I'm a junior in high school and I don't like school. Or people. I don't like a lot of people. People, for the most part, are dicks. I have a refreshing outlook on life. I like comic books and graphic novels and some anime and the internet and books and my bike and crocheting and some video games and yarn and lions. When I grow up, I'm gonna be a lion tamer. Grow up, here's a phrase I hate. I like music and tv and movies. There's a lot of things I don't like. Superman, for once. Emo kids at my school. Cut your hair, goddamnit. Twilight. I really don't like Twilight. And the ensuing books and fan base. Gawd, Twihards annoy me. I don't like Jeff Dunham. He's not funny. I do like George Carlin and Denis Leary. They're funny.
Since it's New Years (or around that time), people make lists of resolutions and whatnot. You know what? Screw it. Making resolutions would require time and effort and putting thought into something, and honestly I've got better things to do. That's a lie, I don't really. Except crochet and watch TV on DVD and bitch about things. (It fucking snowed today. Fucking snow. Goddamn.) And drop out of school plays. Don't tell my mom. It's an experiment. Didn't begin as one, though.
I got into the play, and was sad for a while that I only got like, 5 lines until I remember I don't really care and would like to try less anyway. Then realized I was failing a lot of classes and figuring lion taming schools liked high school graduates, I have decided to drop out of the school play to "focus on my grades." It was a little one act, anyway. I only mentioned my being in a play to my mom once or twice so if I just never mention it again, will she notice? Mhmm.
Superstars of DANCE! is on. You have to say it like that, DANCE! It's hard to watch while typing.