1. Shush your mouth, Rosie. I won't be gossiped about. And I'm with Josh on the non-sequitor.

2. Josh, talk to Rob about Progressive dinner. Tell him you want a friend to come or something so I'm not a third wheel, something, he'll believe anything. I know he's not working then, so ask. Also, did yall get anything at all done on that english project? And how are yall's psych papers coming?

What the fuck? Where'd you pull a "I'm letting go" in all of that? "But I want him to come to progressive dinner." "Maybe I'll go pay him a visit ;)"

I like instigation! That's a good start. But...a little more juice is in order, I think. UP, LINDS, UP!!!! Yes, I can tell. Level 6 is good. Look for Eisen, he might show up from time to time.

Ok, this is me doing the Dance of Disbelief. Rosie. There's a rule about non-sequiters and since all of your posts tend to be in them, I think we need to define a line as to how many pleas for real psychological help you can get.

I woke up early today. Last night was cool, Linds. Yeah, none of the list got used, but we had fun. Then again, the list isn't that great.

Blah. I'm still talking because I don't want to work on English yet. Hate.

Beautiful hate.

LINDS!
Didn't u just break up with Michael...now Rob?
BTW...HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ok done.

Wow. Today was a good day. And here's my courageous moment of the day. At the end of eighth period, Rob and I got up to talk like we usually do and I was talking about how I was going to the Choir Concert tonight, and he's like "Oh, I want to go with you!!" Then this awful look comes across his face and he's like, "NO!! I have to work!!! Nooooo!!!!" Kind of funny, but very nice at the same time. *Sigh* So, really it wasn't me, I just kind of instigated a bit. But I want him to come to progressive dinner. Oh well, he works all the time doesn't he? Where does he work? At some sportsplex thingy, I think. Not sure. Maybe I'll go pay him a visit ;)

Don't pray for snow till Friday night so I don't have to go to the Forensics tournament. I need that day to work on my psych paper which, oh yeah, I haven't started yet. Stupid Aetolia. I love it. Level 6 now, you know. Almost 7.

Yeah, I really like that kid, can you tell?

Ok better. Whew. You know sometimes you light the fuse without intending for the bomb to go off. That was the case there.

So...I'm going to Tempe in about three weeks. Everybody post lots so I can have something really cool to come back to.

Just now I went outside and did a snow dance, but I don't think I put enough heart into it. The forecast still hasn't changed. And the snow dance is 99.9% fallible too...oops, did I say fallible? Yeah, I meant it. Old Indian hoodoo isn't what it used to be.

Today was a really oddly good day. Today, I started following the trend in third period and began to sporadically "bust-a-move". So you might see me making some odd jerking moves pretty soon. Don't worry, it's no seizure! I was just inspired by Rob and the fact that everyday in third period, everyone but me is busting it out. So today I decided to break that trend and take the floor. Dancing is fun.

I hear there's dancing at the Progressive dinner?!?!? Dude. That would be killa. And I'll dance alone if Abby doesn't want to. But seriously, bust a groove sometime, you'll feel incredibly funny and well-liked, like the last pot of hot chocolate in the Starbucks in Antarctica.

Kapow!

RRAUGHGGHGH.

I HATE IT. FUCK.

sometimes i just hate stuff. today was one of those days. you know the kind. the kind when you just wanna

SCREAM

until it hurts. the kind that you get when you're really fucking tired and you seem to find

EVERYTHING WRONG WITH THE WORLD IN A SINGLE SITTING. THAT

was today. i think it was just the repercussions of that other post i made a long ass time ago. i think it's the little pissed the fuck off side

TRYING TO MAKE A STAND BECAUSE HE IS PISSED THE FUCK OFF.

just now i read a really gay post some other blog made. it was about high school languages and why people take them. and of course they slammed

ALL OF THEM

but they slammed french and called all of the people in it gay. most of the time i would sit back and then reply with,

"hell fucking yeh i'm gay, and i wear my purple with pride, you stupid heteros."

but today was like

AAAAUGGGHHHH I HATE IT.

and so i sent an email that said:

FUCK THAT SHIT YOU FUCKING CROW TOKER I HOPE A BUS PRETENDS LIKE THEY DON'T SEE YOU IN THE MIDDLE OF A STREET.

BAAAAH.

Actually, this post is quite sardonic in nature. It's was just meant to catharthasize, because I love it. I dunno. I have male periods like no other. It's that being half-girl thing going on. I want to set stuff on fire...I say myself, but when it really came down to it, I would take the gas and pour it all over someone's house and watch it BBUURRRRNNN. And laugh my fucking tail off. I HATE IT.

RAUGH I HATE IT. Nothing works! God, I think it's my stomach. It hurts everywhere now. And I hate talking about it with anyone because of how fucking whiny it sounds. There are people with worse problems than me, or that have better stuff to do with their time. BUT I JUST HATE IT. It makes me PISSED. I yell at everything, and I think nothing is sacred, and I stay up late dead because it hurts the fuck out of me, and every time I feel it I get MORE pissed off, and it causes me to say, I HATE IT, and then it gets me to being pissed again. Hence, the cycle. We would simply have to remove the stimulus of pain, but that won't ever fucking go away, so, I LOSE!

BAH! I'm defective! There's nothing that can be found wrong, I was just put together wrongly or something. FUCKING I HATE IT. GODS! And so I feel like shit and so I start getting pissed the fuck off, and I HATE IT. I'VE ALREADY SAID THIS! I'M BEING REDUNDANT! FUCK!

Hahahaha. And again, it's all sardonic, kids. I really don't want to go to school tomorrow, so I think I'm going to get out of it somehow. God knows we don't do shit in any of those classes anymore. Or at least, I've been forced into a position of being blasé because I have other things to THINK ABOUT. RRRAUGH I HATE I HATE I HATE IT.

Ok I'm done. If all of you would kindly just ignore this post, that would be cool. I couldn't go screaming with my dad today cuz mom's here busy whoring on the phone with Glenn. GOD!!!!! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK. I just don't think I could convey how pissed off I got today when I told her she was going the wrong way on the road, trying really hard to get her to stop and then she speeds past three places she could have turned in and got to the place where we were going, then she pulls in the wrong fucking parking lot, thinks we're supposed to get out, I tell her it's the wrong place, she just stares at me blank-like, and THEN FUCKING THEN she YELLED AT ME BECAUSE SHE WAS FUCKING ON THE FUCKING PHONE WITH GLENN, AND FUCKING TELLS ME TO SHUT UP!

OH GOOD LORD, MY HEAD JUST MIGHT SPONTANEOUSLY COMBUST. I can hear her right now, and it makes me PISSED OFF. Right, like you couldn't tell. God, I seriously need to get away from all of you before this all seeps through and causes lots of problems. God knows it already is. It makes me WEAK AND STUPID, and if not that, it MAKES ME SAY DUMB STUFF AND I HATE IT.

I'm going to bed. What the fuck am I doing?

0 crunk. Ok.

Tho all can attest that I never get on (AEM, for example), and if I do, start packing warm, cuz hell just froze over. But you never know.

My SN is BitterSid for anyone that really wants it. If you like collecting names so you can feel like you have lots of friends or whatnot. I'm not knocking it, I do it, too.

Yeah, so my daddy finally gave in and I now have an AIM sn. Beatlemaniac0928, so yeah. Put me on your buddy list because I'm too lazy to go look them all up.

Yup, that's definitely non-sequitor.

No, I didn't, Josh, though it's not for lack of trying. Maybe I'll do it tonight at the library. That could be fun.

WHAT?! LINDS!!!!
THe 21 year old guy I'll tell linds about and the males suck thing was phil. BIG surprise though some of you will have a big surprise if something happens like it's supposed to.
Is that no sequitor? Ok byebye

Did you do it? (everyone else fuck the fuck off)

Yeah, so we definitely don't have to fill anyone out on those details. Yeah... But thank you.

Yeh, whadafuk? About those 21 year olds. Hm.

Ok so...in lieu of recent mysticism, I'm making a rule that you can't have trailing, non-sequeter sentences anymore, unless you absolutely want to clue us in that you are having a problem and want to talk about it, just not on the BLog. Other than that, no more "So about that 21 year old guy.........."s and "Males are evil. I hate them."s and "There's something about how similar chicken and corn dogs are....."s. Except for that last one, all have happened lately! So, thus!

Because I am so cool I hereby do establish the
NON NON-SEQUITER RULE

Amen. And have lots of fun trying to find ways to violate it.

And as a first violation to this rule, please support Linds in this, her hour of greatest need...yeh not really, but that's just a fruckin' awesome segway into the aftermath of that statement.

What 21 year old guy?