Monday, May 26th, 2003

Memorial Day. I hate no school days when my whole family is home. I like to be alone. And my parents always wanna be "productive". So later when my dad gets back from wherever the hell he went, we have 4 more bushes to plant. Yesterday I was assaulted by bushes. We took our old bushes out and put new ones in because the old ones were all dead. First off, this one bush was BIGGER THAN ME. He's like "Grab the branches and pull it that way." Well when you pulled on one branch that's all that happened. You moved one branch. So he tells me to grab farther in. I have this bush in my face, scratching the hell outta my arms, and he's just sitting there laughing. *raises hand* HELLO!!! I'M GETTING ATTACKED BY A PLANT!!! Finally I pull it over. That was just the first bush. I helped removed 7 more.

I'm watching The View and they're doing pop star makeovers. What the hell is up with that shirt??? She wants to look like J. Lo and she's got the gigantic flower on her boobs. That really ain't that cool. And these people really don't look like the people they're supposed to be. I guess I don't get the point.

I really need to work on my history paper. "Women in the Civil War". But I'm having too much fun playing with my new site. I think I'm gonna go steal the smilies from Kiwi and use them here. *snickers* See?!?!?! I take everything these days.

Thursday, May 29th, 2003

It was Stephanie's birthday today. Today was great fun. I basically ate NOTHING healthy. Before school, I had a candy bar, pizza, pop, suckers, and some flavored water. All of that BEFORE 8:30. Then at lunch I had a doughnut and raspberry sherbert. And I stole some gum from Jeramy's locker. I was hyped on sugar for a good portion of the afternoon.

Then in 4th hour, I was talking to Kristin when Nimit came in. I was sitting in the desk in front of his. He put his stuff on his desk and his hand grazed mine and I was in heaven. He has good hands. Then he asked me a question about our current assignment. But then Sarah had to butt in and was all "It means... blah blah blah" and I just wanted to slap her. This would also be the Sarah that he asked to Homecoming. She said no but that still pisses me off because she didn't even tell me. Then they danced together when she KNEW I was RIGHt there. Bitch. That's all I can say.

Tryouts are Saturday. We're trying out individually this time. And she has 12 judges. Why the fuck do you need 12 frickin people judging one person??? If someone sees any point in this please, use the contact form on the left and let me know.

I don't have any homework tonight. YAY!!! Which is nice since I've spent the last two nights working on my history project. Then I left the written part of my project in the printer and my mom had to bring it to me. Not cool. But I got 10 points extra credit for handing it in today. WOO!!!

Friday, May 30th, 2003

Every Friday before school they play music in the concourse. Usually all Mike plays is rock and rap and an occasional bad 80's hair band.

Well, this was our last Friday. Our last day is Thursday. So this is the last day this year we get music.

Everyweek, whatever song is played last is kinda what sets the mood for your day, and your weekend too. Because it's early in the morning and if its a good song you're all pumped and happy and if its a bad song you're all bummed and bored.

I'm sitting there and it's 8:23, meaning the last song of the week (and year) was coming. We all figured it be Sweet Caroline since that's kinda like the unofficial school anthem.

All the sudden I hear this screaming from the speaker. I knew those screams.

I just yelled "IT'S CLAY AIKEN!!!"

And Stephanie, Jamie, Jenna, Holly, Molly, Hailey, Jessi, everyone at the table just looked at me. Holly actually said "Where???"

"THERE!!!" and I pointed at the speaker behind me.

Mike played the clip of Clay singing "Build Me Up Buttercup" from American Idol. I was just BEAMING. GLOWING. ESTATIC. I was like "IT'S MY CLAY CLAY!!! HE ACTUALLY PLAYED A SONG I LIKE!!!"

I was in heaven. I was singing along too. It was just great. I went to first hour with a smile. And all day I just kept hearing Clay's sweet voice in my head.

I was about ready to stalk Mike down later and hug him.

But I refrained from doing that.

So see??? Clay made my day.

I'm thinking about making myself a Clay shirt. What would it say???

"I got Clayed."

I thought it was good.

RARH!!! I just wanna download "Feel Good Time" by Pink but I can't find one without the stupid "AOL FIRST LISTEN" at the beginning.

Our cd burner broke. Damn. It lasted a lot longer than it should have though. It was only supposed to last 200 cd's. And we've done WAY more than that. I don't know when we're getting a new one though. Whenever Best Buy has them on sale probably. Because my family, even my dad, loves that burner.

I have tryouts tomorrow. I'm kinda nervous. Usually we got called that night and found out if we made it and what team. This time we have to wait until Sunday. Not cool. I'm scared I'll get put back on JV. I mean, new coach, trying out to jazz, things are gonna be different this year.

I have to be at school at 9:30 in the fucking morning. Boo. That means going to bed at a REASONABLE hour.

Saturday, May 31st, 2003

I got back from tryouts about an hour ago. I think I did okay. I mean, I didn't fuck up. So that's a plus. And my old coach was there and I haven't seen her since December so it was great to see her again. After I got done she told me I did an awesome job. She wasn't judging but she was running music and got to watch us so she could tell us if we kick ass or not.

They asked if I wanted to attempt my center splits. I've been saving them for this. I just did them and Kim (the assistant coach for next year) actually said "Wow" in the middle of my tryout.

But then I had to do chinae turns. I was ok but I went crooked. But I think it went well. I have to wait until tomorrow to find out what team I made. I'm scared because it's whatever happens is already decided and I can't do anything else now except wait. I hate that.

Boo. Time to eat lunch. I don't want a fucking hot dog. But they're making me eat at least one. Grr.

I hate hot dogs.