'Don't bash masturbation. It's sex with someone i love.'
Woody Allen

Well, i'm hanging with Amy anoche.
Hanging with the people i haven't seen in a while.
Went to boot's par-tay.
Drove around with Jigi
and listened to feist

and wished upon hoped upon dreamed for
SUMMER.

Funny things i have heard lately---

Talia:He gave Melissa a bad grade cuz she asian.
Me: and he gave you a good grade cuz you black?

(note:i do go to East, and yes i speak ghetto, and no, i don't find it wrong or offensive because i am perfectly capable of correct grammar.

Jigi: I had a boyfriend in first grade who told me he loved me. He also told me he was the red power ranger.
(note:he obviously was lying because I am the red power ranger."

Me: Can i use your...wang,...that thing...shit...what the fuck's it called?
Mathias i think: Pencil?
(Note:I haven't gotten a whole lot of sleep lately.)

Simpsons, quoted by me(paraphrase):That was so bad it sucked and blew at the same time.
(Note: we have VJ auditions today that would have beat up Ghandi they were so mean.)

Corina:Mr. L? would you look at my project...Mr l? Mr L get your butt over here!
(Mr. L is my imposing, strict, and wonderfully sarcastic history teacher.)

Quote in the year book:"A security guard asked me if i was pregnant and i said, eh, everybody has bad days."

(note: what can i say?)

hey

I slept for ...mmmm... 12 hours last night. My body is shutting down into summer mode.

Which is bad for school. However---

I am getting good grades and will be visiting the U of I horn professor over the summer, and everything is happy.

I'm feelin the summer
if you wanna feel the summer, go here


listen to "HOME"
love the skinny white boy with the black soul.

Why do teachers assign poster projects?

WWWWWWWHHHYYY. I felt like one of those movie people who wacks their head against things.


"This is about the war of 1812. It...uh...it happened in 1812. here's a picture of the word 1812. Thank you."


Well i don't know about you, but i feel enlightened.

cavya saved snow from the first snowfall and we ate it today.

i will be seventeen soon. June 11.

I'm cool with that. I don't have very much suppressed bitterness, and i am rocking out.

people always say youth is wasted on the young.
i am not wasting it, buddy.

although when i am 30 i will probably look back and go, 'what the fuck, emily. what the fuck.'

but it won't matter because by then i will have so much money and i will buy a mind erase machine and make you all forget all those times i flashed you or ran around in the middle of the night or stole road signs and put them in your foyer or...

just kidding. a)i will not have money to spend on mind erase machines and b)those are good times. It will go in my book of Good Stories to Tell in the Nursing Home. I once read about a lady who said that her life was so interesting people would pay to get into her Nursing Home, just to hear all the cool stories.

people will pay to just hear the first 16 years. Imagine what I'll do with the next 85...

i listened to a podcast interview of Isobel Campbell last night and i decided that she has the sweetest voice in the entire world.

Well, I should be doing history right now but…

I am so psyched for next year.
I will be Speech Captain, and maybe drum major and the bands and choirs are going to Disney and …


I have been thinking a lot lately about something. I am so grateful to be smart. I’m not a genius, but things come easy to me. Same with looks. I am not beautiful, but I’m not gross.

Isn’t that nice?

Tony Pierce got me thinking about things i wish, and you know what the big one is?

I wish i could be straight up with people and not have them look at me like i'm a saint or a communist or a fool or a disappointment. I wish i could say, this is me and what i do and guess what?...I'm 16. It's my time. I'm on the climb up. So here you go...

I am smart and talented, i'm a good musician, and an ok writer, even when the heartfelt stuff sounds trite.
I miss limelight like it was and i dunno if i want to risk having another best or worst time of my life, because i don't know which it will be.
I drink. A lot. And i am fun and responsible and a good time. Just because i am underage, doesn't mean that i am going to hell.
I can't do math. I can add, i can subtract, i can multiply i can divide. That's fucking it.
I love my girls even though erin is smarter and cavya is prettier and they're both better singers.
I do not smoke anything.
I go through phases of feeling fat and feeling beautiful.
I wish i had a red sports car.
I like the idea of helping make illegal immagrants legal.
I love my asss.
I hate superman.
My family isn't perfect, but my little brother is.
I've never kissed a person i truly loved.
That is me.

I like me.

In my happily aquired crazy night life of this year i have discovered something, and dear Jessi reminded me of it.

6am is only good to see when you haven't slept yet.

i love it. It is possibly a new phrase to live by. Lets see.

I heard from word on the street that a girl i knew from OHS is now living in Germany, parting at night, waking up at noon, going to a coffee shop beneath the apartment she's living in, reading and walking around until its late enough to go partying again. She's 17.

And at first i was really jealous. I've always wanted to travel and see the world. But then i realized that as fun as all that sounds, i'd probably go nuts. Nothing for me to do, no lessons or teaching or work. And i personally am of the opinion that the best parties are with people you really know.

So when i do go out and see the world, I'll have to remember to keep moving. Never stay in one place too long. It's big out there, but not quite as big as we think.



My Aunt and uncle sent me this picture of Venice, though, and now I'm going stir crazy again.
Vacation anyone?

Well, it looks like i will pass junior year. I think that deserves a celebration.

Party?