on the subject of footwear

I am the sort of person who puts shoes on and then wears them for the sake of shoe-wearing. It's weird. But most nights, I don't take my shoes off until after 11- when I go to bed, it's like, oh right: shoes. This happens most in the winter, cos my feet get cold without shoes. On Friday I had my shoes on until-oh at least 3. On Saturday I got them off before midnight, which was good. Well I'm wearing my Cons and if it were boots, slightly different story, because a) if I have any intention of doing anything else that night, the boots? not coming off. Especially beatle boots. Even if it's just a quick walk to the cop shop to get a pop from the soda machine, it's probably not worth the hassle of removing and then putting footwear back on, so I'll keep them on for the night. I just like wearing shoes. My boots I wear usually- combat boots, which I feel like a BAMF in, or my beatle boots if I'm feeling alright about them and not too self-consious about pointy shoes. When I'm not wearing boots I still walk like I'm wearing boot- which is to say, these very controlled movements, sort of this certain step I use - heelrollballtoes. So in these Converse I look rather like a doofus, walking all proper.
lalala, I'm bored. I've spent most of the night watching Anthology. 's great. Have I mentioned how much I love Ringo Starr? He's funny; but one of my favorite parts of the eps I watched, they were talking about doing Shea Stadium the second time and how they had less people, only 50,000 (Ringo: "oh nooo only 50,000") but so they showed this footage of the reporter at the Shea, reporting and asking fans all these questions, and they showed Neil Aspinall and Ringo talking about it, and they cut to George: "Oh wait, I don't remember going back a second time." LOL. GEORGE. I reallyyylike George, his music is kickass. Crackerbox Palace always gets stuck in my head whenever I hear it. I think Ringo Starr is something of a, well, nowadays, sorta a douchebag. But I still like him.
Argh I'm ranting again..
Shoes. Right. I like my shoes; I like wearing shoes, and I bring this up because it's like, have you ever thought about it, how often are you not wearing shoes?
So my mom says I have to go to school tomorrow. On time. And all the classes. And every day this week. It's a joke between us- (ALSO HOLY SHIT I HAVE SOME FUCKING HOMEWORK DUE I JUST REMEMBERED IT, fucking GOVERNMENT class shitshitshit) where the night before school I'll go, "so, wait. let me get this straight. i have to go to school tomorrow?" and she'll say, "oh well, yes. now that you mention it." and i'll be, "so on a level on 1-10..." so she'll say, "11. it's definetly, you have to go." and, me: "and this is like, 100 hundred percent?" so she'll be, "right. of course you could just drop out and join the circus..." and to finish it, me, being serious: "do not tempt me, woman."

I better go to this Government class thing, a worksheet on the Constitution. Which I find interesting. But BORING. so I'll put on some Lennon or that new Paul album I got and see if I can finish it, sonofabitch.

i find myself becoming more and more obsessed with the beatles

This is not a bad thing. In fact, The Beatles are brilliant. (is it The Beatles or just the Beatles?) It's just, when I become obsessed with something, I become obsessed. And in short bursts, usually. Yesterday it was A Very Potter Musical and then last night I watched The Beatles Anthology on VH1 and wham, again, Beatles obsession. Mostly centering around John Lennon. Who's a fucking genius. I spent my 5th hour class (foods, where we watched a video on sanitary blah blah) drawing John Lennon, with the bowl hair cut and the suit, labeled 'pre-groovy'. His eyes were tricky to get, he has very nice eyes. And now I'm pre-ordering the remastered albums from Amazon (Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band and maybe Abbey Road). I can't fucking help it, they're so awesome. I really like With A Little Help From My Friends.

I don't like school, in general, but it's not too unbearable. Shock! It has something to do with the disctict lack of MATH and also I don't have much friends in any of my classes. I call this a win because it turns out I don't like a lot of my friends. I find it preferable, usually, to spend the hour reading or ignoring the teacher or not working, but I do have to work sometime.

There might be something in the oven cooking but then I would have to get up and look at the oven and open it. Surely it's too hot for being in school already. Holy shit.

Today in choir, we were put into our ah whatever it is, singing voice type or whatever. 4 years ago I was an alto but now apparently I'm a metzo or mezzo or however you spell it. I don't know what this means and I don't like it.

sometimes i have anger issues.

Today has been going alright. Listen, I can't figure out if alright is correct, or it's it's 'all right'. Not sure.
More or less on time for school. 15 minutes late, but I said to Mom five. LIES. Whatever.
I fell asleep in Greenhouse. Not, IN the Greenhouse. The class is called Greenhouse. Mrs. B says it should be called Horticulture. We do go in the Greenhouse, though, and grow plants. We're learning about bonzai trees.
I didn't get lunch today. Well, here's the thing: I didn't bring any money for lunches today, so I get up there and the lady who's running the charging computer goes, "No." She takes my food, except for the vegetables, milk, and the apple. Well, I don't want just my fucking veggies milk and apple if I can't have the goddamn rest, so in plain view, I toss all of in the garbage can. Waste of food. I know. Then I get up to my lunch table, and Emily's there, and I am so angry now. I get a chair, and I kick it (damaging my shin) and say, "They wouldn't let me have any fucking lunch." I curse, a lot, you know, but RARELY ever at my lunch table. And NEVER in front of Emily. She's a churchy type. That's how angry I was. However, she did give me some of her tater tots. And a friend lent me a dollar so I could buy a muffin. MUFFFINN.
I have a flower in my hair. I got called out of Theatre class to go the guidance counselor. A few months ago, there was this T.W.I.S.T. conferance. Teen Women Inspiring...Something? Dunno. I went because it was free and I got out of school. I spent the day being snarky and sarcastic and mean. We wrote "a letter to ourselves" about being a role model or some shit. So we got the letter back today, and they gave me a certificate and a flower. I always love putting flowers in my hair. It's the one girly thing I like. In the Greenhouse, I always snatch a flower and tuck it behind my ear.
In English, we're watching Of Mice and Men, which is crazy sad and tragic but I love it. It's got John Malkovich and Gary Sinise. Confession: I have a thing for Gary Sinise. Not sure why. He's not, like, crazy sexy or anything, although...yeah. He's just...ah, I love him. Sometimes I'll even watch CSI:NY but not even Gary can make me watch that sorry excuse for a tv show.
My shin hurts. Mraww.

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.

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...

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.

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.