I didn't get to take a nap today.
I ate one of those chicken bacon ranch subs from Subway today.
I beat Candice at Monopoly today. That was an "intense" game.
Tomorrow we go back to Hanceville. I spent most of my time today making posters (school spirit, you know) which one of my friends was supposed to help me with, but uh, she had other things to do. I hope we win.
I hung up on one of my friends that goes to the school that we play tomorrow. He kept disrespecting my school and the basketball team, so I just hung up in his face. Put him on call block too. Haven't used that call block in at least 3 years, but I used it today. I hope we win so I can rub it in his face.
I take cap and gown pictures Monday. I don't want too.
I wish I was pretty.
A crazy man roams around my neighborhood. I am afraid of him.
Let me go take a shower, wash my face, iron, and uh...go to bed since I have to get up early tomorrow.
Have a nice day.
Current Music: me yawning
Let me just start off by saying that both the girls' and boys' basketball teams won today at the regional games. I'm so proud.
My bestest friend went AWOL Wednesday and had everyone worried, praying, and crying.
Friday I went to IHOP and to a basketball games with one of my friends. We won that night too.
Saturday I did ambassador work at school, administering and proctoring the entrance exam. Those poor kids. Some of them looked so bewildered. Later that night, my friend came over and she brought "Friday Night Lights". She brought the videotape cause that's all Blockbuster had but that tape didn't work. It got stuck in my VCR for over an hour despite all our attempts to get it out. It finally miraculously popped out and we watched "Cruel Intentions".
I have $1 to my name. And I can't get a job.
Sunday I went to my church and felt so...out of place. My mother says I don't need to join a new church until I graduate college cause I'm about to leave for school and won't be supporting it financially or any other way. I'm still looking for a new church home. I don't know that I'm ready to just up and join another church, but I do want to start going to another church.
Sunday I went to this black history production at my friend's church. It was sooo good. And I saw the love of my life. I call him "Adam". He's younger than me, but you know, age is really nothing but a number.
Monday morning I went out to eat at Ryan's with my family for my grandma's birthday. If I didn't like being around my grandma before, I certainly don't like being around her now. Hmph.
Monday afternoon, I went to my friend's house to watch "Friday Night Lights". Tell me why her dvd player
wasn't working. Finally, we watched the movie, and shockingly, it wasn't that good. It was ok. Hmm.
Current Music: American Idol
Feb. 12th, 2005 @ 01:08 pm
I'm sick. I have a cold. I have been out of it for the past 3 or 4 days. Sleeping through most of life.
I went to church with Candice Sunday. Her church is so different from mine. We praise by lifting our hands, kneeling, bowing, speaking in tongues, and shouting. At her church, they run around in this parade-like formation, and jump and down, fall out, bite the carpet...It's different.
I like Candice's mom. I hope she likes me too. She used to despise me.
Candice bought me Jesse McCartney's cd which I have been wanting forever. It's my V-day present. I like Candice too. Candice, "Get Your Shine On" is a little corny, lol.
Who knew that finding a job could be so hard? No one wants to hire someone who has no experience, but how in the world can I get experience if no one will hire me? I'm going to try at Sear's Portrait Studio tomorrow.
I'm so broke, it's not funny. I owe BMG Music Service $20. I need clothes to wear to the Honor Society Tapping and to school when I work as an ambassador helping out while the entrance exam is being given. I have to wear dressy black clothes to both.
Last night my parents, Aaliyah and I went to the University of Montevallo's College Night. It was really nice. The Purple side should win. My mom said she's going to call Monday to see who won. When we got there, this white man introduced himself to me, I forget who he was, the director of something or other, and I told him who I was. He was told me what high school I was from and said that he had been hearing my name a lot and that he knew a lot about me.
Aaliyah looks like one of those puff-blowfish thingys. She's already fat, but now she's on steroids for her skin, and she's all puffy and bloated. She has the ugliest skin. I hate it for her. Little kids are supposed to have pretty skin, smooth and soft. But her's is all...un-kid like. She has severe exzema, and her skin is all black and scarred and rashy:-(
Once again, I will have no real serious Valentine. Boo-hoo for me.
Tonight, my friends are going salsa dancing. I am opting to stay home. I really want to go to the step show that I think is tonight, but with me being sick and having no money, I can't go.
Me living in my fairy-tale land, I assume that all my friends are sweet innocent virgins, like me. But once again, reality hit me one day in class when I heard two of my friends discussing how long they could go without having sex. One of them said she couldn't go too long because her boyfriend would break up with her and she didn't want to give him a reason to go cheat on her. I was shocked. What kind of a relationship is she in where not having sex would end everything? I don't want it to ever be like that for me, so that's a major factor in my decision to save myself until marriage. (Another factor is the fact that I'm a Christian and that's the Christian thing to do.)
I'm getting kind of light-headed.
I don't feel so hot
Current Music: Jesse McCartney-Beautiful Soul, Raven-Backflip
Current Music: Dr. Phil
I love Cottenelle with Ripples Ultra.
I made ice cream in a bag with my niece tonight. Only we didn't have any vanilla extract, so we had to use butter pecan flavoring instead. Why...was it so good? It tasted like butter pecan ice cream, minus the crunchiness cause there was no pecans.
My life is boring.
I need a new male friend. Notice I said friend, not boyfriend.
I washed my hair tonight, then put some white people hair products in it and am now in the process of letting it air dry to see what happens. I'll probably regret this in the morning.
It was so cold outside when I left school.
I just ate some popcorn. It was good.
Current Mood: awake
Current Music: some long sustained high pitched beep
|» Something's wrong.|
I can't quite put my finger on what it is. But I'm not feeling like myself right now. Pray for me.|
On American Idol, yesterday, there was an uncomprehensible man named Leroy. He was CRAZY. He was too "crunk" in his own opinion. Why, out of all the places for him to be from, was he from Alabama. That's why people think we're some jackasses. Cause look at who we have representing us. Sheesh.
I guess I'll go watch some MTV now.
Your EQ is
50 or less: Thanks for answering honestly. Now get yourself a shrink, quick!
51-70: When it comes to understanding human emotions, you'd have better luck understanding Chinese.
71-90: You've got more emotional intelligence than the average frat boy. Barely.
91-110: You're average. It's easy to predict how you'll react to things. But anyone could have guessed that.
111-130: You usually have it going on emotionally, but roadblocks tend to land you on your butt.
131-150: You are remarkable when it comes to relating with others. Only the biggest losers get under your skin.
150+: Two possibilities - you've either out "Dr. Phil-ed" Dr. Phil... or you're a dirty liar.
|» I like this poem. It's inspirational.|
It Couldn't Be Done|
Somebody said that it couldn't be done,
But he with a chuckle replied
That "maybe it couldn't," but he would be one
Who wouldn't say so till he'd tried.
So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin
On his face. If he worried he hid it.
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn't be done, and he did it.
Somebody scoffed: "Oh, you'll never do that;
At least no one ever has done it";
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat,
And the first thing we knew he'd begun it.
With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
Without any doubting or quiddit,
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn't be done, and he did it.
There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,
There are thousands to prophesy failure;
There are thousands to point out to you, one by one,
The dangers that wait to assail you.
But just buckle in with a bit of a grin,
Just take off your coat and go to it;
Just start to sing as you tackle the thing
That "cannot be done," and you'll do it.
Edit I found another poem that I love and decided to post it too.
I have to live with myself, and so
I want to be fit for myself to know,
I want to be able , as days go by,
Always to look myself straight in the eye;
I don't want to stand, with the setting sun,
And hate myself for things I have done.
I don't want to keep on a closet shelf
A lot of secrets about myself,
And fool myself, as I come and go,
Into thinking that nobody else will know
The kind of person I am;
I don't want to dress myself in shame.
I want to go out with my head erect,
I want to deserve all men's respect;
But here in the struggle for fame and pelf
I want to be able to like myself.
I don't want to look at myself and know
That I'm buster and buff and empty show.
I can never hide myself from me;
I see what others may never see;
I know what others may never know,
I can never fool myself, and so,
Whatever happens, I want to be
Self-respecting and conscience free.
-Edgar A. Guest
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I just ordered Ciara "Goodies" and Jojo "Jojo". I wanted Jesse McCartney "Beautiful Soul" but BMG doesn't have that yet. I think my next cd purchase will be Maroon 5 "Songs About Jane".|