You ate the only thing I ever loved

"Uh, like you want."

2008-07-30T23:21:36Z

Not a whole lot has happened.
I went to Rhode Island Grand Assembly at the beginning of the month. I had a good time. I fell asleep on Mum Moody's giraffe on the way home. I asked someone what would happen if I ended up stabbing them. I didn't get the best response, so I decided to scurry back up to my room in the hotel.
I also got an exchange student from France: Arthur. I think everyone who actually reads this met him though. He was so quiet. I'm using past tense because he is somewhere in the sky in a plane. I dropped him off at Logan Airport today. That leads me to another topic: I drove in Boston for the first time today and I didn't like it. It actually wasn't so bad, but Massachusett drivers could really calm the hell down. Before I even left Maine, I ended up breaking the law. I went in the "coins only" lane at a tollbooth and I only had a dollar so I kind of just drove on through. It kind of went like this: "Oh, my God! I only have a dollar! What do I do? Oh, my God! I'm running a tollbooth! I'm running a tollbooth..." Except, I'm not going to get in trouble. I'll tell you why. I was driving Kathy Hansen's daughter-in-law's minivan. Sucka'.
I turned 18 and I had a party. I think it is fair to say that there have been better parties in the history of parties. My family is absolutely crazy. My parents got me an iPod that my brother hopefully won't sell this time around. I got a hamper for my dorm room, a microwave and lamp (also for my dorm room), some stickers that I can put on inanimate objects to make them have faces, an Eiffel Tower soap dispenser, etc.
I ALSO GOT MY NEW LAPTOP IN THE MAIL FOR COLLEGE! And I kind of disconnected the internet at my house just so I could plug it into my own laptop. I think my mom will be less than impressed when she goes to check the email on our regular computer and then find that I've disconnected it.

I had to use my birthday money to pay for the tolls,
Ktote.

"This is just, just brilliant!"

2008-06-14T01:54:17Z

OK, I know it's been about five weeks since I last updated, and man, has a lot happened since then.
For one, I am the new Grand Worthy Associate Advisor of Maine. For those of you who are not part of the Masonic family that means I will be "the president" of Maine Rainbow in one year. Grand Assembly was a lot of fun this year even if I have terrible rhythm and mess up the Grand Officer drill nearly every time. Whatever. I also won Grand Officer of the Year.
The weekend before that I went on tour with the Windham Chamber Singers. We first went to schools in the Portland area then we headed to Tilton, NH. The concert that night was excellent. "Hall Out a Can" made the paintings on the wall shake! The only bummer about Tilton is that Tom was M.I.A. Then we went to Connecticut and did some workshops and a concert there. Those kids were really nuts. I mean that, very friendly, but very...uh, always off the wall all the time. I stayed with a host family with Harmony, Giovan, and Devon. The woman bought us cookies and she didn't understand that I can't shower at night because then my hair is just...not good when I wake up. She made me take a shower at night. The next morning Boomer the dog who was nearly as crazy as the kids at Bacon Academy (I'm not lying, that was the name of the school) woke me up. Then I had pancakes. This is probably all too interesting; I'll move along. Then....NEW YORK CITY!!! It was wonderful in so many ways! I saw "SPAMalot" and that was absolutely hilarious and I loved it! I saw a place called Nut Castle and I had my picture taken with a very handsome sailor, "Doug".
This past weekend I graduated!!! It's about bloody time. Senior Awards Night I won this really weird award that was like, "If we [the faculty and staff] could have a child of our own, we would want you to be her." How does a person respond to that? I also got some scholarships, a Presidential Award, and a "You Kick Ass at English" award. Class Day was alright. I never got my pictures back from the slide-show. Graduation would have been better if I didn't have to sit next to an ashtray. You win some, you lose some. At least I graduated.
Project Graduation was so much fun! Two hours or so after graduation we all met back at the high school and headed for The Forks, ME. It's an actual place. My cabin stayed up until about 3am. The next morning I went to brush my teeth and I stepped in toilet water because our toilet was leaking. My pajamas got so wet. Then I went hiking and fell off a cliff. I say 'cliff' to make it sound more epic, but it was really just a very, very steep wet ledge that I dropped off of because my guide let go of my hand. I mean, pushed me. I ruined the pants I was wearing because I landed in some mud and I guess rocks stain clothes. I don't know.
Conclave is soon!!! Yeah! And I'm going to Rhode Island in July. And I'm getting an exchange student in July and another one in August: Arthur and Matthieu. Woo-hoo.

Poetry Write-Around

2008-05-07T18:54:25Z

So, today in Creative Writing, Ms. Calvert had us do a poetry write-around. We each had to choose a topic, write to lines that rhyme and then send it around there room where each student would add an addition two lines (or more if they could handle it).
My poem came back to me like this:

Johnny Depp

I once was a pirate
Slightly moody, relatively irate
Tufts of dark dreads
Dressed in messy threads
Ships I would commandeer
No one else I would let steer

After that I was a barber
Who was also a carver
They would come for a haircut
But once the door shut
CUT CUT CUT CUT
The hair flew once the door shut

My name was Edward Scissor-hands
And everyone's attention I'd command
I'd cut the hair of women and dogs alike,
And in my spare time I would cute bushes and hike

I changed my name from Edward to Mike
I'm not sure why, but my fish died

From doing Sci-fi flicks
To attracting all the Gothic chicks
I rock and roll
But paid my toll
'Cause that guy died in my club

I had corn in my teeth
A secret window beneath
Then I switched to Sweeney Todd
And turned people into pies
But I don't know why...

Satire

2008-03-16T14:28:32Z

I really like satires. I'm reading Brave New World as one of my books for my senior project. It has its slow points, but it's made me laugh a few times because it is so ridiculous. I recently bought 1984. I don't know what it's about, but it is also for my senior project.
So, the One-Acts. We were four points away from beating Scarborough. And if you ask me, they weren't that good. I think Windham did a lot better than them; that could just be me being bias though. Thorton Academy wasn't very good at hosting. It seemed like Windham was the only school there at times and I didn't meet anyone new. Well, except for this kind of creepy kid who wanted to make out with Brianna quite a bit. The dance party was kind of lame. There was a lot of dance-offs and those can get boring when the people battling can't dance. Then Mike took off his shirt, and I think we lost a piece of our souls that day.
Not much else has happened lately.
Grand Officer try-outs are over. Meh. We'll see.
Yesterday was Ritual Competition. It was more fun than I was anticipating. Because of me, Kelly owes Marielle a latter from Starbucks. I think she should get me one too because I like lattes a lot.
I have to go to work in 15 minutes. Ugh.
I started watching "Beneath Planet of the Apes" this morning with my dad. Yeah, I didn't like it so I walked away.
It's snowing again.

Curious Incidents

2008-02-24T05:11:50Z

This morning I had "vocal" rehearsal from the one-act. We got some things accomplished, sort of. Then Patrick and I went to get lunch at the Good Life. If Karri calls me a spank-monster one more time I may very well slug her in the face. I don't even know why she calls me that. I don't have a habit of spanking people. The Good Life Market has the best soups though, so that made it better. Tonight I babysat for the first time in awhile. I was a little rusty. Whatever, everyone had dinner and a good time was had by all (until bedtime, then there were tears). I watched the twins, Nicholas and Jacob, play NFL on their play station. Riley was adorable, as usual. No surprises there.
I have done much this vacation. My life is getting considerably boring. I need some adventure.
I went to the Gorham Grind with Alicia. We met up with Michelle and these three boys that I don't know. Oh, and Sammy. I had the best Red Eye Chai I've ever had. I made one for myself at work last night. This is all so interesting. Not.
Other than that and movie night at Joey's house, all I've done is work this vacation. Oh, and I've worked on some ritual for IORG, but that is hardly exciting.
On another note all together, I've been having really weird feelings lately. I think it's all this winter and snow. It's getting me down, man. I'm so sick of the cold. I want some sun. I want to wear my sandals again and lie on some grass. Maybe some swimming, some sand; perhaps some camping. Yes, and I want to mow the lawn. I love to mow the lawn. Well, this is not helping. I'm going to be productive some where at 12:11 in the morning.

PostScript

2008-02-21T16:37:04Z

Cool, I just typed a whole entry and then I erased it by mistake. I'm totally not feeling it. I'll update later since I'm not into it right now.

Sacre Vache!

2008-02-11T17:07:36Z

OK, so this weekend was the weekend of first times. Friday night, after spending the entire day in Farmington, I went to see Ben Kweller with Iman and Alicia at Bowdoin college. First time seeing Ben Kweller, The Climactics, and the Milk Man's Union. After the concert there was a signing. The only thing I had Ben to sign was a French valentine I had made. He looked at it and was like, "OH! Is that French? No, no it's not." And I said, "Yes, yes it is." So he told me about some French man he's working with. I got home around 1am and I had to work at 7am. Good times.
Saturday after work, I drove to Lewiston with Alicia and her mum and dad to see Hillary Clinton! It was awesome! What an experience. She's such an intelligent woman; she's bloody fantastic. I bought a "vote for Hillary" button. When I told my dad where I was going he said, "Oh God, why?" We then went to get sandwiches for a late lunch when Alicia's mum started telling me that I was silly for not eating fish or something. I've grown to become like Alicia in that fact that I have selective hearing when it comes to her mom regardless of how fond I may be of Mrs. Gauvin.
Sunday I woke up, took a shower, got my car stuck on my lawn for what? The trillionth time this winter. Tried shoveling it out because my dad is in the hospital and couldn't plow me out like he usually does, gave up, called Lynn to have her come get me at my house, and finally went to the Windham caucus (I apologize for this run on sentence)! I'm a registered Democrat now. No one tell my dad if you ever want to see me alive again.
Today is a nothing day. I have to get back to school though. Buhhhh.

"It takes life to love life"

2008-02-01T00:04:03Z

I dropped my favorite earring in the toilet today. This is my life.
I have so much stuff to do (and this isn't one of them). I need to get productive!
Tomorrow night I'm doing Installing Officer for Bridgton Assembly and I still have stuff to memorize. I'm in trouble. Why would I ever agree to do it?
I got my car back. I still needs a new turbo, but Frank gave me the go ahead to drive it, so I'm trusting him. I love my car so much more than my dad's huge, manly truck that I am sure I have told you all about.
OK, I'll do this later...maybe.

Boycotting British goods is fun!

2008-01-27T17:20:53Z

Last night was the cabaret fundraiser for "City of Angels." I think it went alright. I mean, Patrick and I had to work a lot harder of the emcee stuff than ever before. It usually takes us about twenty minutes to plan everything. This time it took about five hours. OK, granted Patrick has a new puppy now that I wanted to play with, but it still took a long time regardless. We weren't at out funniest. An every time we said a joke Eoin would play a "that was kind of lame" cord on the piano. Not helping. But whatever. We got a lot of compliments afterwards.
Then Mr. Ryder, Patrick, A-Ham, and I talked outside for a long time about this and that. I was wearing a skirt so I was paying more attention to the goosebumps on my bare legs and less on the conversation. Mr. Ryder said that I could never claim being nice to him again since Patrick and I railed on him for the introductions to his songs. Fair enough. Oh, and I kind of called him a d-bag. It was with love though; people need to concentrate more on my affection and less on what I'm actually saying. He then texted Tom which led to somewhat further embarrassment because he sent him the recording of Patrick and me talking about grape juice. God. This is my life.
My car is still at the shop. It's probably still acting like a heap of crap like the heap of crap it is. I've been driving my dad's huge, manly pickup truck. I'll add now that it has an NRA sticker on the back along with a "Terrorist Hunting License". Uh-huh - classy. So I'm going to start driving my mum's jeep that has nothing on the back.
Tonight it's Kathleen's surprise birthday party at Emily's. Everyone there will be drinking because they are all over 21 with the exception of Alison, Ethan, Amanda, and I. I think I may be the only one out of those three who hasn't drank outside of this party. Alison is basically making me go. This is how our conversation went:
"KT are you going to Kat's party on Sunday?"
"No."
"Why not? PLEASE! Hey, Ethan will be there."
(I HAVE A HUGE CRUSH ON ETHAN. Not) "That's awesome, that's not much incentive for to go..."
This went on for awhile because clearly Alison thinks I am infatuated with my dear friend/co-worker Ethan. Long story short, I'm going to the party.
Shower, I.O.R.G. related things, whatever, whatever, party.

L'eau

2008-01-24T17:06:59Z

Everything seems so trivial now and slightly confusing. Actually, very confusing. It seems like everything lately had been made so difficult. I guess that's life.
My car needs more fixing. Expensive fixing. I have no money at all to do so. Someone recently told me to take the bus and to that I say, "Never again." They money that I get back from my England trip is going towards my car. And now I'll add as a reminder, is the reason why I am not going. My car that is.
Yesterday I had my French midterm and computer midterm. The French midterm took about 40 minutes, so then I got to hang out for another 50. My computer midterm took 5 minutes; 85 minutes to go! So while I was doing absolutely nothing, Lynn called my cellphone, so I talked to her. Mrs. Leavitt didn't care because, what's this? I'm her favorite. It's true though.
I got my English midterm back today. Mrs.Parlin said she found it very entertaining and that she loved a lot of my answers even if they weren't entirely correct. Whatever. Then I got my satire essay back. I got 90 which, quite frankly, is a lot better than I was expecting because my conclusion was sort of B.S.-ed.
I have so much memorizing/scholarship stuff to do that I don't even know where to begin. Probably at Installing Officer because that's what I have to do next Friday. Darn it all.

Day 1: Math midterm

2008-01-16T18:22:40Z

I hate math. I hate every single thing about math. There are no positives about being able to find the square root of Pi, discovering an arithmetic sequence, or adding 3 + 8. So I'm finding it awfully difficult to understand why anyone would ever go to college to study math just so they could become a teacher and spend seven hours a day talking about math! Ridiculous. Speaking of math, I have a 74 which really isn't good. How does that happen? I will tell you how: you fail every test and/or quiz given to you. That's how.
Not a whole lot has happened lately. Did I talk about the one-acts last entry? I don't know. I'm Lucinda Matlock who, might I add, is an old woman. I won't say anything else just in case I did mention it last entry; no one likes a redundant fool.
Yesterday I auditioned for "Almost, Maine". I think I did a pretty good job actually. Tomorrow is callbacks.
Saturday is Windham Assembly's installation at 1pm. I'll be retiring as Worthy Advisor the second and final time (thank God). I think that even though it will be sad, it will be kind of a relief and a nice break.
Tomorrow I have my English midterm at 7:30. That should go so much better than my math one. And then, guess what! FOUR DAY WEEKEND! I don't have any midterms on Friday and thanks to my very close friend Mr. King Jr., I don't have school on Monday. Woo hoo!
Alright, I need to go be productive now I suppose. Riiiiight.

No one cares about compound sentences.

2008-01-08T04:02:46Z

When will the people who write the math textbooks figure out that no one cares. I mean, they are math wizards; having some intuition can't be that much harder.
Today was a pretty busy day. I had three class, then I had a One-Act meeting. Turns out I'm another old woman named Lucinda. She's not an old bitty like all the others those; she's sweet and gentle. It's going to be a nice change I think. Then I went out with Lynn so she could go shopping for her installation on the 19th. We went back to her house just to hangout which was nice because we never get to do that anymore (ahem, boyfriend, ahem). At about 5:30, she and I headed off to the Masonic hall for our meeting. Jackie needs to stop interjecting all the time because it's working everyones' nerves.
The Grand Family on Saturday went really well. I was Worthy Advisor and I was wicked nervous. But like I said, everything went fine. Speaking of which, Grand Officer tryouts are in less than two months and in one month I'm doing Installing Officer for Bridgton's installation. Oh jeez.
Tomorrow nothing is really going on so I'll use that to my advantage to get some much needed photography and satirical writing done.
God save the Queen. And by "queen" I really mean my sanity. It's totally shot. I couldn't be more confused about everything. I'll tell you why. Actually no I won't. Just guess, I'm a girl.

Kiwis are the best fruit.

2008-01-03T19:31:49Z

Today at lunch Kirsten came up to me and told me that the Kiwis were coming back to say one last goodbye to us as the head off to New Hampshire. I found Titus' gloves in the back of my car, so I thought I would use those to get out of French class so I could go say goodbye again. So at 1:22 I headed down to the chorus room. At about 1:30 they all piled off that bus and burst through the doors. It was awesome to see them again. I was talking to Alex and he said, "So you're going to become a singer so you can come see us in New Zealand next year with the chamber singers, right?" Wouldn't that be awesome...except I'm going to be in college. Whatever, I'm going to go anyway. Right. Well I got his email and we'll keep in touch.
I developed my film in photography today; nothing. I got another gray strip of nothing. Ah well, you win some you lose some. It just sucks a lot because I know I had some good photos on there.
I have to go to math tomorrow. Eww.
Well, I'm off.

England, no worries, I'm not coming.

2008-01-02T23:11:57Z

I just got off the phone with the Explorica people. I wanted to get the $500 that I paid back. Turns out I'm only going to get $300 and something back. Yeah, I work all those extra hours at work so Explorica could hoard my money. I'm just really bummed out and my dad is really good at not saying this right thing. For example, he said this about twenty minutes ago after a long nothing-lecture about the military, "Kaitlin, you still have the ability to go to England."
"No, not really. I have no more money."
"Well with your internship as a student teacher you might be able to go to Norway."
"Dad, what the hell are you talking about? I don't want to go to Norway in three years as a student teacher. I want to go this April with my best friend." Sometimes I have no idea what he is thinking. Men confuse me to no end. Absolutely.
I'm so sick of all this snow and my lack of money. Those two don't really go hand in hand.
I probably sound cranky. There's a good reason for that because I am cranky. I started what was suppose to be a snow day off by getting my car stuck in my driveway when I left for school. That's awesome. Classes were fine, nothing important there. I did, however, get this call on my phone during French from an out of state number. I just ignored it, but then it rang again. I asked if I could go to the bathroom. This is how it went:
I said, "Who is this?"
He said, "Who is this?"
"Kaitlin."
"Do you live in Maine?"
"Uh, yeah..."
"Oh, I don't think you're who I'm looking for."
"Who are you looking for?" I was thinking if he was looking for someone in Maine there might be a slight chance I know them.
He said, "Not you." Glad we got that cleared up buddy. Suck it.
Well my frustration has gotten the better of me. I need a good cry. Sorry I'm a baby.

"You're an adult..."

2007-12-30T04:25:56Z

"...Because you've got big boobs."
Can I just tell you that this is my 5 year old cousin's logic. I was talking to her tonight and I was telling her about how next year I'll be going to college. So she's like, "You're an adult!" And I said, "No, not really..."
"Yes you are, because you've got big boobs."
"Lena, what have I got?"
"Big boobs!"
Uh-huh, so this is logical. I guess I've been an adult since, er, 6th grade.
I bought myself a gold razor cellphone. It's excellent, and although it cost me a lot of money, it's a good investment (I hope.)
Christmas was alright, I still have a little more to go tomorrow. Speaking of tomorrow, the chamber singers are having a joint concert with this New Zealand choir. Speaking of this New Zealand choir, I met some of the New Zealanders. I got Titus to sing/play me a song on a guitar that I found at the Lowell's house. It was very nice. Then a bunch of us went to the mall. Lesson learned: I am not good at navigating the mall.
Meh, I'm going to bed. Babies need their sleep.

It was like the plague...

2007-12-24T02:47:08Z

...Everyone had it.

I think I might have just watched the nastiest movie of my life. I have no idea what it was called or who was in it. But I do know that a guy was hanged from a roller coaster. Not my idea of a Christmas movie.
I don't think my dad is going to like the black and white mukluks that I bought him for Christmas. I do think my mom is going to like the ceramic travel coffee mug that I bought her from Sign of the Sun. I should probably get something for my brother, but I'm not old enough to buy cigarettes yet. I need to learn to be a nicer person.
Last night was Joey's annual Secret Santa party. This one was probably the best one yet. It started off with food/Apples to Apples. I hopelessly lost that game. Then it was time for presents. They went as follows:
Sam Harmon received "Butt Island": the porno from Laura Bramley, Joey got a blow up husband, some dirty "playing cards", etc. from Shayna. In return he gave her a book of drinking games and a frying pan. I received a stocking full of organic food, some French chocolate, and a cool dinosaur pencil from Patrick. Someone got a chia pet and some else got the Hannah Montana truth or dare game. Kirsten got a giant 18 month calendar of shoes and a clay toilet. Tony got a gas card. I'm jealous. It was a fun time, especially when Sam insisted on watching his new porno. Awkward!
After the party I backed my car into a snow bank. It turns out I can't back up in a straight line. That brings me back to my drivers test, more specifically, the 50-foot back up. After I stop the car, the instructor turns to me and says, "You know that was pretty bad, right? Do it again." Second time around, I get the same response. "Oh wait, I guess it wasn't that bad that time. Good job Miss Toto."
Today I worked, and by worked I really mean untied Alison's apron and fought with Ethan. I don't really mean 'fought', more or less gave each other a hard time all day.
Tomorrow I am going to North Conway, NH! I don't really know why. Because I can!

se noyer

2007-12-20T20:59:49Z

What is with all of this snow? I'd much rather go to class than stay home and be unproductive all day long. My mom and I were suppose to go to a Christmas party in Brunswick today, but she's sick, so now we're not. I was also suppose to audition for the one-acts today, but that's been moved to tomorrow. I just want to get it over with; I hate auditioning, especially when it entails memorizing Shakespeare.
"We fail!/ Well screw your courage to the sticking-place/ And we'll not fail! When Duncan is asleep -/ Whereto the rather shall his hard day's journey soundly invite him - his two chamberlains/ Will I with wine and wassail so convince/ That memory, the warder of the brain/ Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason/ A limbeck only. When is swinish sleep/ Their drenched nature lies as in death,/ What cannot you and I perform upon/ The unguarded Duncan? What not upon/ His spongy officers who shall bear the guilt/ Of our great quell?"
Right-e-o Shakespeare.
Yesterday was pretty good. I slept until 8 o'clock-ish. Went to class, etc. After school the Theatre Club photo was taken for the yearbook, I worked in the darkroom to finish up my photography assignment that was suppose to be due today. I swear, Chasse always gets on my case about not doing anything (which isn't true). "Toto, all I'm going to say is the assignment is due Thursday." Come Thursday, I am always the only one done, so he always pushes it back. Look Chasse, it's not me, it's your class.
Then I work from 3:30 to 7:30. Walt told me to use the scale when I'm making my sandwiches because they're too heavy. What? When did he become the master of sandwich weights? Whatever, it's what you get when you put the kid who usually washes dishes on sandwich making. Just throwing that out there.
Tomorrow I will go to class, enjoy the Holiday Assembly (and by 'holiday' we all know I mean Christmas because it's all the Chamber Singers are going to sing about), hang around for about two hours, head back to class, which will be a party so it doesn't count, head to auditions, go to my hair appointment, and off to the party at Grant's house. It's going to be a good day, unless auditions go poorly. There's a good chance of that since reciting Shakespeare isn't my cup of tea.
For now, I think I will pick up the kitchen, do some laundry, and continue on with my monologue.

travailler

2007-12-16T14:02:57Z

Val called me from worked today and told me I didn't have to come in because the weather is so crumby. I can deal with that, well, I could really use the money. But whatever.
My plans for yesterday were foiled. Plan B (wouldn't it be nice if I had actually had had one?) was to work on my Macbeth monologue for auditions. That was boring. Plan C, what the America's Next Top Model Marathon. Honestly, I can only take so much of that. I watched Snow Globe; surprisingly good.
So far today (even though I've only been up for twenty minutes) I have taken my dog outside, fed the cats/dog, and decorated the cat's post in Christmas decorations. Keegan has already try to tear them off once.
I'm not sure what else I might do today. Probably back to the monologue and working on some I.O.R.G. ritual work.

Naturally flavored.

2007-12-14T21:28:11Z

AmFam went really well. Jodi Benson was kind of a letdown. I mean, she was nice in that "I'm a celebrity, so you have to love me" kind of way. Noel Paul Stookey was hilarious. He was a really nice man. I cried a little a the end of it all, but then I realized that for the day I was technically a tech (no pun intended). I'll miss it, and by 'it' I mean my telex.
After the concert some of us went to Laura's house. I got a call from my mom telling me there was an envelope from Farmington. I asked, "Is it big or small?" She said it was big. I GOT INTO UNIVERSITY OF MAINE AT FARMINGTON! I'm going to college!
Tonight is Patrick's birthday party and then after that I'm heading over to Laurie's for an IORG yankee swap/sleepover.
Tomorrow I'm going to the Old Port with Gabby to go Secret Santa shopping! Oh mon dieu.

Human Croquet

2007-12-04T02:18:20Z

"...This is my history. Where shall I begin?
"Before the beginning is the void and the void belongs in neither time nor space and is therefore beyond our imagination.
"The first nuclei arrive - hydrogen and helium - followed, a few million years later, by their atoms and eventually, millions more years later, the molecules form. Aeons pass. The clouds of gas in space begin to condense into galaxies and stars, including our own Sun. In 1650, Archbishop James Ussher, in his Annals of the World, calculates that God made heaven and Earth on the evening of Saturday, October 22nd, 4004 BC. Other people are less specific and date it to some four and a half billions years ago.
"Then the trees came. Forests of giant ferns wave in the warm damp swamps of the Carboniferous Era. The first conifers appear and the great coal fields are laid down. Everywhere you look, flies are being trapped in drops of amber - which are the tears of the poor Phaeton's sisters, who were turned by grief into black poplars (populus nigra). The flowering and the broad-leaved trees make their first appearance and eventually the trees crawl out of the swamps to dry land.
"...The forest has the world to itself for a long time.
"Chop..."

It's such a good book. Go to Borders, Kate Atkinson, Human Croquet. Read it. Enjoy it. Laugh. Such dry humor!

Then the cover would be...

2007-11-30T23:38:54Z

...This guy throwing up on, like, a dog.

Today I was in Mr. Harris' room and I'm listening to some of the techs from the show. One of them said ain't. I then proceed to tell him that ain't isn't really a word. He said, "It's in the dictionary, it's a word." I go to Merriam-Webster.com and look up ain't. It says, "A word habitually used by the less educated." I show him the website. He says that's only one source. So I then go to dictionary.com. It read the exact same thing. The other techs and I had had a good laugh.
In other news, I still loathe math. I have a feeling that nothing will ever change that. I still don't care what X is, and Y can suck it.
I developed my film in photography class. I actually had some pictures on my film. I usually just get a clear strip of absolute nothing. Or a roll of glitches. This assignment still sucks a lot though. Mr. Chasse and I are in the midst of a tiff though. He caught me sitting down on the job, literally. "TOTO! What are you doing?!"
"Uh....my assignment."
"All I'm going to say is...IT'S DUE WEDNESDAY!" He intimidates me so much. I started shaking and I headed back to the classroom. He usually isn't in his classroom, so I figured I would be safe from him there. But it's not like I have ever passed in a photography assignment late or even unfinished. He has nothing to worry about.
I'm almost done with Human Croquet. It's absolutely amazing and probably one of the best books that I have ever read. It's incredibly funny and we all know how much I love funny things.
Tomorrow is the internet safety thing that I.O.R.G. is holding at the Auburn Masonic Hall. Why am I even going? I might change my mind. Or I might not. We'll have to wait and see what I feel like at 11am. Then after that I'm going to Improv night at the high school. As far as I know it's still going on. But I'm usually wrong about those sorts of things.

It's alright...

2007-11-26T23:09:32Z

...It's just a tree.

Scariest thing of the day: I thought I had lost my book. It turns out, however, that I just put it in the back pocket of my messenger bag.
I was half awake when I heard on the radio that Windham had a delay. I looked out my window; it looked exactly the same as it did when I had gone to bed. Ridiculous. Not that I'm complaining, mind you. I didn't have to go to class until 10 o'clock.
In photography class today, we watched a documentary of different forms of photography and their creators. It would have been more enjoyable if we didn't have to watch it on this really uncomfortable rug.
In French, it basically went like this: I made fun of Chase for about ten minutes for being so ridiculous and unreasonable. By "making fun", I really mean just being sarcastic. Anyway, then we had to guess what was in the box. If we guessed right, we got to keep what was in the box. You want to know what was in the box? Crap. Crap was in the box. Such as a paper clip, a broken plastic rose with baby's breath hot glued to it, a incredibly tacky Christmas mug that Madame Brown even admitted to trying to re-gift it to us.
English class consisted of me going to the library, making a photocopy of part of Act I, Scene I of Macbeth, highlighting Lady Macbeth's lines in said copy, and then reading Human Croquet.
After school I had class council and yearbook. Nothing happened like usual. Oh, except I typed up the ballot for the 2008 Windonian dedication.
Tomorrow I have class, a theatre work shop, and then I work from 3:30 to 7:30 at the Good Life.
I think my cats are actually wild boars.

It does the body good...

2007-11-20T02:22:49Z

Today was pretty alright. I woke up around 9:30am. I watched Frasier and ate a bagel. Two of my favorite things. Around noon, I threw some laundry in the washing machine and headed to the bathroom for a shower. After I put some letters in my mailbox for sending and headed into town to go to the bank. I put some gas in Wilma, too. I came home, ate some soup, and called Kelly about tonight's meeting. I put on a dress, pantyhose, and ballet flats and headed to Hannaford for pickles and olives. While looking for olives, I knelt down to see the bottom shelf. I then proceeded to rip the butt out of my pantyhose. So, I then had to purchase my olives and pickles and run back home to find a new pair of pantyhose. Finally, I get to the Masonic Hall to help Kelly set up for the dinner and meeting.
As I ran the meeting tonight, I just kept thinking how I wanted to goof off. I mean, they already know I'm not that serious of a person. We had some laughs tonight. One of the dads tonight told me I should be more descriptive when I talked to the new girls. I told him I'd write them a novel. One girl said she didn't like the food, or something along the lines of that, and I told her to go eat bugs in Africa. One guy said he didn't like his girlfriends new haircut. I told him, "Then don't do your hair like hers."
I should stop being so sassy.
Not.

"I look like I'm wearing a tent."

2007-11-19T03:43:01Z

My dad told me he like "Wonderful Town" a lot. Then he told me that he and my mom laughed at me while I was dancing. I looked at him and said, "Why would you laugh at my dancing?" His answer is nothing less than unimpressive. "Because you're my daughter." Uh, right. Then he proceeds to think back to all of the other plays of mine that he has seen. "I saw 'Hello, Dolly'," he says. "What was the next?"
"'Little Shop of Horrors', dad. You didn't see that one."
"You're right, I didn't. Then what was the other one."
"Thoroughly Modern Millie. You fell asleep."
"That was in Bangor, right?"
"No, dad, that was the 'Nightingale and the Rose.'"
"Oh, well, I liked this one." Great, awesome, whatever. Way to make me feel fantastic about working so hard.
Last night was the last performance of "Wonderful Town". It went really well I think. During bows, I'm directly behind Chelsea. She looked back at me and she was crying, but then again, so was I.
Instead of wearing my usual unflattering dress during the number "Swing", I decided to be a hobo. It went over all too well. I had way too much fun with it. Mr. Miele came over me and said, "I don't know why we didn't think of this before." Needless to say that I could have been a hobo and not have worn the dumb dress the entire time.
After the show was the cast party at the North Windham Union Church. It was a pretty good time. A lot of dancing, drinking of beverages which took their dear, sweet time getting to the church. I was so thirsty! Mr. Miele told me that he wasn't going to say goodbye. I was like, "Uh, I wasn't going to either. I don't graduate until June."
I'm glad that I did the musical this year, because I didn't think I was going to. I know now how much I would have regretted that. It's been amazing, and I don't mean just think year. All of it.
I'm frustrated, emotional, and in a sentimental mood.
Tomorrow: I sleep!

Oh, me...

2007-11-15T02:37:56Z

...Of little faith.

I can't remember what my last entry was about.
I won DAR's Good Citizen of the Year Award. That's pretty cool, I think.
Today Lynn and I were driving to the mall. Let's talk about some serious traffic. We sat there for at least 20-25 minutes. I was looking at the car ahead of me and noticed the guy staring back at me in his review mirror. So I turn to Lynn and point it out to her. He then, gets the idea that this is some sort of game we're playing. He gave us the thumbs-up sign, and then reclined his seat back for a snooze I guess. Did I mention he put his car in park? Moving on...(get it? get it?) Seriously though, then he starts beeping his horn with that repetitive tune that cartoon characters always do. Wait, better example: The thing that Dr.Nick does on the piano and then doesn't finish it because he thinks it bothers people. Well, this guy left off the last two beats for me to do. My horn sounds terrible, or at least the side of my horn that actually works. I give him the shruggy shoulders bit. He gestures for me to beep my horn. I finally beeped my horn and what does he do? Laugh at it. Then he started turning on all his lights and windshield wipers. I do that same. Then...THEN!!!! He puts his car in reverse and backs up. I yell, "STOOOOOP" about a million times and do some mad arm movements. He must have peed himself because he was laughing very hard at this point. The traffic finally started to move and we waved good-bye as he pulled into the gym. Goofing of in traffic is the way to go, kids.
I have an interview at Borders on Friday. Could I be more excited? No.