But what does it all mean, Basil?

4:59am: WOA! WHERE AM I?
I'm using a different livejournal now-a-day. Snapeplushies has had a good run but out with the old in with the new! Add me if you want, chances are I'll add you back :)

>>smartino
See you on the flip side.

10:41pm: So close you say,
Okay people, I've got the prom fevah. I'm so excited about Carrie's hotel and my $5.00 spaghetti dinner and my dress and school finally being DONE. READ IT: DONE, BITCHES!

GAHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhh NAH ANNAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
DONE.
Finito, baby. Graduation is Wednesday, fucking Wednesday. AND AND ANNNNNNNNNNNND! I passed AP fucking Calculus BC with a 0.00%. Orly? Ya rly! 0.00 fucking percent and in case you don't know that's doing nothing my children - that is doing jack squat fourth quarter: 0.00%. Not a single god damn homework assignment or take-home quiz or in class test. That's drawing squirrels and a floaty octopuses (octopi?) on my final exam. And my report card will say: CREDIT!

Don't ask me how. It was a miracle. A beautiful, fat, Calculus miracle.

7:50pm: Rain rain go away, jk I love you rain


That was fun/hard-as-shit. Damn, and I thought I knew my Harry Potter. Whatever. I wanna try again and see the loverly artwork for brilliancy and trollish-ness.

Who is going to prom? Am I in someone's group or what? AM I EVEN GOING?

4:34pm: Happiness is
knowing you have a week of no obligations.

I need to get out of my house! And paint! And guess who is getting 24 credits for college? ME! That's almost a year. Seriously though: I'm about to take three oils outside and do a backyard landscape or something. Maybe I'll take my dogs out. If I see you this week expect me to jump you and tie you to a still life so I can draw you. CONSIDER YOURSELF WARNED.

I am still undecided between College Park and MICA, it really all comes down to what scholarships MICA offers me. GAH! I never did my senior will. "What to do, what to do?"

I've contracted lolitafolita's cabin fever.

6:02pm: #@$%^!&%*!#4
I think I'm dying. These are the possible causes for my uber-sick that I've come up with so far:

- Sinus Infection
- Flu
- Severe dehydration (has withstood 4 days of guzzled water)
- Viral Infection

Yeah. I've got the body aches/pains, fever, brutal fatigue, sinus pressure, headaches, etc. "And don't tell me it's the vapors - I've HAD the vapors." God, I'm sorry. I couldn't help it. If I weren't so violently ill I would grab the closest person and ruthlessly demand a huggle. And also: how am I going to make up all my late skeetz? And the concert tomorrow? Wah. AND PRACTICE. Expect to see me huddled in a ball when not swaying onstage, trying to remember my lines. Murshu mur shoooo - the dying call of The Smartin.

11:40pm: Studying for Fuenteovejuna...orrrrr...not. WHAT TO DO WHAT TO DO? Pity the ladies in FUCK THAT SHIT.
Pity the gentlemen, too.

The End. Okay so: I discovered that everyone and their mother brother has a MySpace. Wtf world - I did not need to see Sean posing in his bathroom, okay? Guh. Britney seemed to enjoy it though, which was disturbing; but then again she IS boyfriendless and on the prowl. Yeah, I just threw up a little in my mouth.

P.S. the wind ensemble was fucking hot. Seriously, chimes turn me on. And I heart Eric Whitacre (La Lluviaa-aaaaaa-aa-down-a-halfstep-DISSONANCE! aka Cloudburst) despite our serious deficiencies in being able to sing it good. ANDDDDDDDDDDDDD I'm still failing Calculus! I'll let you know if this situation changes in the near future.

Ah! I am slain! (with an iPod cable, thanks a whole fucking lot BRITNEY).

Post Script x2: If this entry made little or no sense please consider the lateness of the hour and/or feel free to contact management at soonest convenience.

1:13pm: So I am painting mah chucks and they look sweeeeeeeet, it just takes forever and the thin little permanent marker is DEAD which impedes progress. I just bought dat janx, too. And I basically skipped school today to work on Project Chucks which was very irresponsible because I have about 44% in four classes...

MOTHER: Why aren't you going to school tomorrow? You don't look sick.
ME: *frollicks in to watch NBC ski jump omg so hot* Yeah, about that: I don't wanna.
HER: Ummm-
ME: Lookit mommy! *shamelessly displays artwork*
HER: Oooooo tah pretty! *reaches*
ME: Ah ah! *snatches away, expectant look*
HER: Mmm K, I'll write you a note.
ME: *tosses art to slobbering mother-masses*

I don't know why I do this. Tomorrow still exists with all its subsequent misery and obligations, procrastination is unproductive and fruitless! AND ADDICTIVE.
And college applications aren't even done. Fuck. I have to go to practice.

9:08pm: Someone tell me why I am still here, I mean wtf second semester, wtf?
Here are the facts: colleges are going to regurgitate my applications back into my face, I am a Fatty Fatty McFatfat, I have to avoid child_labor right now if I want to live, I went BBE in Calculus, I might have a streptococcal infection, Indovina yells at me at least twice a day, my art project is over a week late, and did I mention Alex is going to murder me and make it look like an accident?

There is more (I HATE THIS KILL ME)!

3:58pm: This Academic Factory
Indovina's a cool guy, and I'm not just saying that because I'm a "chorus kid" - whom apparently are so blinded by their love of music, have no skill at judging people (Evidence: Brubaker, obviously).

Yeah, sometimes he's a caddy bitch. He has PMS like woa and yells at you like you've just tried to match chiffon with leopard print - but if you hung around long enough to notice, he also jokes around a lot and his anger always passes like a fart on the wind. He's an excellent musician, and if you'd care to ask any of us "chorus kids" we'd all vote him over the Brubes any-day.

That said, I do get yelled at a lot. I mean FUCKING OFTEN. Just don't take it too personally.

10:37pm: I AM A DESTRYOER OF WORLDS
In the immortal tongue of leggo_my_ego: fuck you, madame english essay.

Well Maggie, I'm still fucking that english essay. I say I'll only be good and satiated after the weekend and come monday morning I'll turn it in, resigned, bitter, and slightly sticky.

And, it makes you pause: showing up to Calculus only to have about five people tell you they thought you'd dropped out. Where is my Ronny the Bear to conjure me a fine morning fire to take the fucking edge off? I AM A GLORIOUS ANIMAL, TOO.

9:13pm: Hark how the bells!
People who care only about their marks are focusing on a merit and reward system that doesn't exist in the real world. FIGHT THE MAN! BE GLORIOUSLY FREE OF OBLIGATION AND AUTHORITY: skip school to see Harry Potter. And just get over your B, honestly. If your grades are the only thing going for you, you're going to crash no matter what. And there is always someone better than you so suck it up and quite wallowing in bitterness, I want to punch you in the mouth when you get like that. And finally, even in SENIOR YEAR, sooner or later teachers are going to realize that you keep skipping TEST DAYS. Grow a spine and fail a test if you didn't study, like the rest of us. The coincidental overnight malady every once in a while is one thing, but this addict-pattern of avoidance is just annoying.

That said, I can't get down on anything because MY BIRFDAY IS SATURDAY! And HARRY POTTER is next Friday! And the hols are right around that corner! YAY!

5:23am: Trenches dug within our hearts, How Long?
If anyone every cheats on me and I am considering forgiving/not-murdering them, please remind me how fucked up my parents relationship is, okthnx.

It's 5 the big CINCO in the MORNING why am I not sleeping WHY telllll meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

5:45pm: OMG it's Friday wtf YES.

6:41pm: Burnin' Through the Sky!
Volleyball is happening, school is looming, Sarah is procrastinating. Thus: nothing's changed. But has anyone seen the Harry Potter GoF trailer? WTF: Deather Eater uniforms? KKK allusion? And I like the music, but find it distractingly dramatic. It's LotR reminescent, hmmm.

Speaking of music - new choral director, gay or nay?

Also: I'm not doing all county this year. I haven't looked at the music AT ALL and am too damned lazy to learn it now. If they let me in without an audition, I'll do it :) But I honestly think I'd be way too fucking busy with volleyball games, practices, Ap classes and god knows what else I'll torture myself with. I'll still do All State, though.

Art @ DevArt: Quickie in Open Canvas.

6:04pm: Fat Bottomed Ladies, look out for those beauties oh yeah!
I HAVE RETURNED [/dark templar & starcraft reference]. Key Largo and Key West were tah shit. I snorkled with sharks and fishies and got lost in the Atlantic on a jetski for half an hour :) I also got my Florida Boater's Liscense! And cut off a piece of my middle finger! AND AND! I got tan!

I did art, too (missed my computer like woah), check The DeviantArt: http://www.deviantart.com/view/21514428/. X-posted hpart.

2:22am: The Constipation Sensation That’s Gripping the Nation!
Best book ever (I will not tell lies). I can't believe Rowling did what she did! To quote Sushi: JK remembered how to write! My eyes are still slightly swollen and itchy and those of you who have read the Prince can guess why. It cut deep when I first read those final chapters. Anyway, I won't spoil anything here.

( But all is not as it seems in Potterdom! ) Dun dun DUN.

I feel as though if Snape and Voldie entered a Complicated-Character Competition, Snape would kick his ass. Fuck Riddle, delve in SNAPE'S Psyche!

garlandgraves: http://www.livejournal.com/users/garlandgraves/3409.html. Best theories so far.

10:30pm: IT DOTH DRAW NEARER!

Tomorrow. Barnes and Noble, 12:00 am. Am not above kicking small children for my place in line.

2:42pm: Alonso->Me->You; Follow the Love Train mah babies!
01. Reply with your name and I will write something I like about you.
02. I will then tell what song/movie/icon reminds me of you.
03. If I were to apply an o'clock to you, I'll tell you what it would be.
04. I will try to name a single word that best describes you.
05. I'll tell you the most memorable moment I've had with you.
06. I will tell you what animal you remind me of.
07. I'll then tell you something that I've always wondered about you.
08. Put this in your journal.

My email address has changed! Snapeplushies@gmail.com

12:37am: Harmony Hellraiser
Sociopath:
You are 85% Rational, 42% Extroverted, 85% Brutal, and 85% Arrogant.

As a result of your cold, calculating rationality, your introversion (and ability to keep quiet), your brutality, and your arrogance, you would make a very cunning serial killer. You care very little for the feelings of others, possibly because you are not a very emotional person. You are also very calculating and intelligent, making you a perfect criminal mastermind. Also, you are a very arrogant person, tending to see yourself as better than others, providing you a strong ability to perceive others as weak little animals, thus making it easier to kill them. In short, your personality defect is the fact that you could easily be a sociopath, because you are calculating, unemotional, brutal, and arrogant. Please don't kill me for writing mean things about you!

To put it less negatively:

1. You are more RATIONAL than intuitive.
2. You are more INTROVERTED than extroverted.
3. You are more BRUTAL than gentle.
4. You are more ARROGANT than humble.

Link: The Personality Defect Test written by saint_gasoline on OkCupid Free Online Dating

12:43am: Hey regular penis, guess what? SHUN!
EMAIL! "It was just like the movie!"
I wish I had a gigantic internet monster penis. It'd be the shit. And my room smells like Britney and Arden, at unsuspecting moments, friend-smell wafts by me... Stop infecting my room with your human-y fragrances!

2:15pm: 6 x 1 - 5 + 2 =
1.) Spring concert went alright. I'm pretty sad that certain people are leaving, but on the other hand I am very ready to be a senior (I have been practicing Senioritis all year, after all). I'm so proud of my quartet - I mean, we're not that great but there is a lot of love.

2.) Star Wars III, what can I say? So hot.

3.) Being kidnapped would have been better if I hadn't thrown up in the middle of the heist. On the other hand, vomit is a good defense mechanism. I shall make a note of it's success for the future. Thanks Brendanie, Corey, and Smith for putting that shindig together :)

9:57pm: Roar: "I'm going to fuck you into a fine spicy powder, and plunge you into financial ruin!"
I spent the last two hours trying to learn Verdi's Ave Maria for the Spring Concert (Finch: "which, incidently folks -" is friday). I like the amens, but the rest can is rot.

Today was the arts festival. Susan and I (more commonly referred to as Sarusan) combined our interests/small change for the cake raffle, and I drew an evil bunny rabbit on Sonja's cheek. When she smooshed our faces together there was a perfect imprint on my cheek and it completely made my day. I also beat an asian at the dot game - a formerly unprecedented feat, so I've heard.

Besides Britney flushing her cell down a storm drain and not getting home until six pm - good times today.

11:05pm: "ARDEN EXPLAIN YOURSELF!"
OH MY GOD! I'm not dead - what?
So. Failed AP English exam. Am now studying for AP World with emphasis on the itallics.
I also found out something new today: Maggie is an extention of Spencer. Apparantly. But I love them both. As beautiful, beautiful extentions.

9:46pm: Important Announcement
I HATE UMBRIDGE OMG SHE IS SUCH A FUCKING FASCIST WTF.

2:15am: I miss my Japanese boy
( Music Meme )

Zoo tomorrow (aka today, after sleep). But more importantly - DC! And possibly metro/CHINATOWN, I don't know for sure - but really, the main point is: DC! Hammer time.