sometimes in chemistry, i like to daydream about who would play ms. low in a movie about her life.

i have decided that the ms. low movie would be autobiographical, but in no way happy or uplifting. that said, it really wouldn't be much of a movie at all.

i think that the main theme of the movie would be that ms. low really, really sucks. and she'd be played by bette midler, because it's my movie and i'm spiteful like that.

and at some point in the movie, i think that chelsea should hand her a paper that says "go fuck yourself" in big, red capital letters.

"here you go. here's my lab write-up."

and then in debate, i sit and watch the girl next to me write "ariana loves matt. matt loves ariana. i love matt" for 88 minutes. alll over her binder. it's not really anything im interested in seeing though, so i don't think it deserves a movie.

i don't know, maybe im just really mean and cynical during first and second period.

otherwise im kind of having a good school year so far :)

leave me comments or i might have to start leaving comment threats.

help me, i broke apart my...EDIT

nine inch nails last night.

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OH FUCK I AM IN LOVE.

the best lies of the week.

"i will challenge you in this class"- mrs. enns.

(mrs enns is like this. i know you can't see me, but if you could, i'd be pinching my thumb and index finger as if to indicate that she is very small.)

"i won't push you into the pool"-smopha, at harley's party.

"math can be fun."-mrs. winter. math is perfect and beautiful, mrs. winter, but please let us not confuse those things with fun. i really don't get any jollies out of the cartesian theory.

mr. nichols mentioned something about minor rule infractions being recorded on permanent records, which as we all know is a lie, since there is no such thing as a permanent record :)

in addition to these there were several smiles this week that were lies in themselves.

uh...my xanga has grown into a personal shoutout page. giving props to people seems to be the only reason i update. today i follow suit.

harley is my best mexican friend. i hope she doesn't get deported. she's like a fine wine, imported. harley, my best mexican friend. you look so cute with cake and ribbons in your hair.

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so i guess im NOT the only person in the world who enjoys jamming a pair of scissors repeatedly into my crotch. thank goodness i found this site.

we lost our street cred RIGHT AFTER this was taken. it was a one time thing, so don't ask us to recreate it.

Do you ever have those wierd dreams about your friends or people that you know or sometimes just aquaintances? I get those all the time. Where it really seems like you met that person, or talked to them, or whatever else. When it seems like the two of you really did get in a huge fight (I've had two of those this week). Those really mess with me. I have to keep reminding myself that it didn't happen, that this person didn't actually say these things, it was just my subconscious making them up to insult myself. Cause if you think about it, no one can say anything as mean to you as you can say to yourself. You're the only person that knows yourself really well and what will hurt.

So if i ever bring up a fight that i had with you that never actually happened, just tell me i'm crazy because you're probably right.

And if i reminisce about the time we made out in a closet, start running.

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In the exotic news section of this entry, i am going to tell you how i came to own a copy of the new NIN cd.

I told my mom i was going to gottschalks and i ran down to sam goody, bought the cd, shoved it in my pants, and then calmly walked out of the mall with my gottschalks purchases.

im not allowed to listen to parental advisory cds, see.

I've got nothing to do this week. If anyone can help me change that, please give me a call.

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thank you kimmie and tarn for the comment love. my self-esteem and i would have issues without you two :)