CAROLINE KESON!! hey, i don't know if you are still checking this but if you are call me cuz we have things to talk about my friend. luv you ~bell

Grrrr. I'm tired of life. Very very tired. Fiddler really sucks at this point ( Read more... )

So last night we went to the Cherry Bowl. We saw Over the Hesge which was pretty cute. In between movies this guy kept yelling about people's birthdays and people from different countries and made us honk our horns. Then they played MI 3 and I wanted to murder everyone who decided that would be a good movie to make/play/see. Of course I didn't want ( Read more... )

Yes, you definitely have to make your own fun. Add to your list: "get my fat ass out of the house to go see my good friends Kathleen and Carobee in Fiddler on the Roof" and "get my fat ass out of the house to visit my good friend Caroline in the paradise that is Epworth Heights ( Read more... )

So awards night was the usual fagilow event that it always is. I won 6 out of 8 awards I was eligible for. Mom made me call my dad in KC or D.C. (I can't remember) and tell him. When I finished his first question was, "So, did you beat old Clyve?" Dammit Dad, I will never ever beat Clyve!! Get over it!! Whatever, it was pretty stupid and I'm glad ( Read more... )

Today was a shitty day. Except for getting our AP summer books. But then the AP class vs. Joseph's class argument was not so great. I won't even tough that. Also Scott Webb apparently likes me and wants to ask me out or some such nonsense. And that meddlesome Crystal Harris keeps trying to get him to talk to me. So I go to the opposite side of the ( Read more... )

So today in speech class I handed that Jacobi kid my books while I reached in my purse to give something to Katie Bradley. Then he like held onto them and for almost the rest of the hour they were just sitting there on his lap. And then he asked me if he could carry my books to my next class. I was like, "I guess" which is very unlike me. Anyway he ( Read more... )

Here is the question on my mind at 4:00 am on a Sunday: what the hell is with the Platex 16-hour bra ( Read more... )

My mom thinks I'm anemic. Maybe because I'm a bit thin (which actually I'm really not), and because I'm tired a lot (perhaps the fact that the busiest year of my life is coming to an end is finally catching up with me- even though this summer I will be CRAZY busy!), and a bit pale (maybe because, as Beth and I like to say, we're no-bakes!) Mom ( Read more... )