Bad pictures of me from formal: one, two.

The snarky look on my face is due to the fact that I’d seen the photographer’s work before. Done by the same morons who do my school’s student cards and yearbooks. Badly. Notice that the pictures are blurry… But these are better than average, which is sad. Jostens is crap. I’ve seen better pictures of the insied of my camera case than I’ve seen in my yearbook. Which comes out in the fall, by the way, what the hell is up with that?

La dee da. I might mention that these photos contain, from left to right, Mark, Sarah, me and Leslie.
I might also mention that I do, in fact, have two legs.

Difference between ICQ users and AIM users:

ICQ – send / receive / send / receive / send / receive / send / receive / …
AIM – send / receive / send / send / send / receive / send / receive / receive / receive / receive / receive / send / send / receive / send / send / send / send / send / send / send

Gak!

Okay, bastard attention starved windows… Why can’t you understand that just because you’re done doing something, it doesn’t mean that I want to look at it immediately. Especially you, AIM. You have quite the inflated sense of self importance. Great, somebody new is trying to talk to me. Isn’t enough that you make the task-bar flash and scare the shit out of me with your wave files? It isn’t really necessary to pop the window up, causing me to type the end of whatever sentence I’m in the middle of in the “send” box, and to send it to some random loser who can’t spell “you’re” and who desperately wants to know my “asl” and “wassup sexy?”

My computer ought to get a better sense of my priorities. Meaning that… whatever I’m doing, I intend to keep doing it until I’m done doing it. Not until Internet Explorer feels that it’s being neglected. Fucking impatient applications. One of these days, I will be able to successfully open my Start Menu to get to the 18th level where the program I want to run is hidden, without something performing an illegal operation and forcing me to start all over again. One day…

No more high school classes, ever. Good feeling.
Exam tomorrow. Bad feeling.
Kinda bad feeling.
No. Neutral feeling.
I’ll study… later.
Non-panicked studying is just not effective.

Fixed my old junk on freeshell.org. Don’t read it.

Zeno’s Paradox mathematically proves that my math textbook is full of shit. I have demonstrated this fact by attempting to throw the same math textbook across the room.
1/2 + 1/4 + 1/8 + 1/16 + 1/32 + 1/64 + … = 1
The book successfully hit the wall.

still bored
wrote out this
not finished
now get to go to class
yay
going to kill self
help
me
please
management
and administration
kill
brain
no nevermind
brain dead already
guh
ack
bah
meh
pleh
eee
aaa
grr!

the sun did not shine
it was too wet to play
so we sat in the house
all that cold cold wet day
i sat there with sally
we sat there we two
and i said how i wish
we had something to do
to wet to go out
and too cold to play ball
so we sat in the house
we did nothing at all
so all we could do
was just sit sit sit sit
and we did not like it
not one little bit
then something went bump
how that bump made us jump
we looked and we saw him
step in on the mat
we looked and we saw him
the cat in the hat
and he said to us
why do you sit there
like that
i know it is wet
and the sun is not sunny
but we can have lots
of good fun that is funny
i know some good games
we could play
said the cat
i know some new tricks
said the cat in the hat
a lot of good tricks
i will show them to you
your mother will not mind
at all if i do
and sally and i
did not know what to say
our mother was out
of the house for the day
but our fish said
no no
make that cat go away
tell that cat in the hat
you do not want to play
he should not be here
he should not be about
he should not be here
when your mother is out
now now
have no fear
have no fear
said the cat
my tricks are not bad
said the cat in the hat
why we can have
lots of good fun
if you wish
with a game that i call
up-up-up with a fish
put me down
said the fish
i do not wish to fall
put me down
said the fish
this is not fun at all
have no fear
said the cat
i will not let you fall
i will hold you up high
as i stand on a ball
with a book in one hand
and a cup on my hat
but that is not all
i can do
said the cat
look at me
look at me now
said the cat
with a cup and a cake
on the top of my hat
i can hold up two books
i can hold up the fish
and a little toy ship
and some milk on a dish
and look i can hop
up and down on the ball
but that is not all
oh no that is not all
look at me
look at me
look at me now
it is fun to have fun
but you have to know how
i can hold up the cup
and the milk and the cake
i can hold up these books
and the fish on a rake
i can hold the toy ship
and a little toy man
and look with my tail
i can hold a red fan
i can fan with the fan
as i hop on the ball
but that is not all
oh no that is not all
that is what the cat said
then he fell on his head
he came down with a bump
from up there on the ball
then sally and i
we saw all the things fall
and our fish came down too
he fell into a pot
and he said
do i like this
oh no i do not
this is not a good game
said our fish as he lit
oh i do not like it
not one little bit
now look what you did
said the fish to the cat
now look at this house
look at this
look at that
you sunk our toy ship
sunk it deep in the cake
you shook up our house
and you bent our new rake
you should be here
when our mother is not
you get out of this house
said the fish in the pot
but i like to be here
oh i like it a lot
said the cat in the hat
to the fish in the pot
i do not want to leave
i do not wish to go
and so said the cat in the hat
so so so
i will show you another
good trick that i know
and then he ran out
and then fast as a fox
the cat in the hat
came back in with a box
a big red wood box
it was shut with a hook
now look at this trick
said the cat
take a look
then he got up on top
with a tip of his hat
i call this game
fun-in-a-box
said the cat
i will pick up the hook
you will see something new
two things and i call them
thing one and thing two
these things will not bite you
they want to have fun
then out of the box
came thing two and thing one
and they ran to us fast
they said
how do you do
would you like to shake hands
with thing one and thing two
and sally and i did not know
what to do
so we had to shake hands
with thing one and thing two
we shook their two hands
but our fish said
no no
those things should not be
in this house
make them go
the should not be here
when your mother is not
put them out
put them out
said the fish in the pot
have no fear little fish
said the cat in the hat
these things are good things
and he gave them a pat
they are tame
oh so tame
they have come here to play
they will show you some fun
on this wet wet wet day
now here is a game
that they like
said the cat
they like to fly kites
said the cat in the hat
no not in a house
said the fish in the pot
they should not fly kites
in a house
they should not
oh the things they will bump
oh the things they will hit
oh i do not like it
not one little bit

At school. Bored. Have proof. Have typed the following from memory:

Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the Western Spiral Arm of the Galaxy lies a small, unregarded yellow sun.
Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-eight million miles is an utterly insignificant blue-green planet whose ape-descended life forms are so amazingly primitive that they still think digital watches are a pretty neat idea.
This planet has

My hair is beyond fried. I wonder what I’d look like with a shaved head… um… no. I don’t think that would be a good idea.

I just got back from my friend’s house where we dyed my hair blue, just in time to make sure it won’t match my dress (pink) for the prom tomorrow. I should’ve stuck with the pink, I’m not sure if I like this. It’s kinda dull and was meant to black. Whose idea of black is this… The ends were the only part meant to be blue, but it’s turned out that they’re just a slightly lighter shade of blue, so it looks uneven instead. Bleh. I don’t really care that much, but I felt like getting through complaining about it.

It would be much cooler if I matched my dress still, though.

But it’s not as if I’m psycho about this whole prom thing like everyone else I know who is paying hundreds of dollars to get their hair nails face blah blah blah done tomorrow, paying $98734576 for a limo, $9876213746 for a dress… Bah, no! I don’t even know why I’m going. Just to be disgusted, I guess. Entertainment value. To complain about the crappy meal and music, I suppose. Well… oh well. My hair smells like licorice. The black kind.

you do of course realize that i know the full truth behind everything you’re hinting at. and also why you don’t just come out and say it. because i can’t either.

in some other universe, where i’m not such a coward, it’s easier to breathe.

if you want a picture of my future, image a boot stamping on my face — for ever.