I'm a lot like you, so please. Hello, I'm here, I'm waiting. I think I'd be good for you, and you, you'd be good for me!

Being sick really sucks, y'know? Well, if you didn't, now you do. What's with these homies dissin' my girl, why do they gotta front? Seriously, duuuuude.

Did you know Buddy Holly by Weezer was written for a little Chinese girl that got picked on a lot at Rivers' high school? Yeah, he was really protective of her, I guess. I read that in Rivers' Edge: The Weezer Story. That was a good book.

Anyway, Alex did go to practice last night. I didn't see him though. : ( I feel bad that he sat by himself in the dark with his guitar. Man, that sucks too, because I kept looking all over the place throughout practice but when it started to get dark, I just gave up and figured he wasn't going after all.
I need to take pictures off of my camera. Ebarrassing pictures of myself after soccer practice. Haha, it was fun taking them though.

So yeah, school has been going better. Not as bad as I was making it out to be in the first couple weeks. Things still aren't that great (hem.) but for the most part, I'm coping and that's the good part, right? That's what I thought.
Grades, as calculated so far:
Journalism - A
English - A
Math Analysis - C....or D. He can't fail me, he didn't give me a deficiency HAHAH SUCKA.
Computer Graphics - A
US History - B
Chemistry - A

Projected G.P.A. - 3.83

The more I think about Sam, the more I think maybe he just wanted to get away from me. Maybe he didn't really like me after all, but he just didn't have the heart to tell me? It would be somewhat logical, because it seems like every guy that's ever seemed to like me doesn't really, they just led me on. But then, I think, "No, Sam's not like that. I know he liked me, at least a little." I'm just confused. I can't ask him either, because it'll be awkward and I know he won't want to talk about it. And then I think about that night I gave him my new number and how he seemed like he didn't really want it. I don't blame him for that, though. And how he said when he was ready, he'd call me? We both know he'd never call me. There's another thing that makes me think he doesn't like me. Then I contradict myself YET AGAIN by thinking of how he said, "You mean so much to me." and how he patted my head and hugged me at last Friday's football game.

Man, boys are confuzzling. LOL. JK SMILES.
tahst so hott...


Hahaha, I remember driving by that one KFC and the sign underneath it said, "Thats Hot." Whoever put that there needs to be shot. And then the premisis needs to be BURNED. I'm just glad they took it down and put up like, "6 PIECE DINNER $6.99" That pertains more to their food than "Thats Hot" does. That saying just flipping sucks. (Note: If you see me use that phrase on here ANYWHERE, please know that I'm only making fun of it. If you're going to be a reader of this, you have to know when and when not to take me seriously. It's a hard challenge. If you don't, I'll sound like a stupid hypocrite (a worse one than what I already am). And then you'll probably hate me or think I'm annoying. But that's your fault, not mine.)

I like this song. Is this actually Weezer? It sounds like them, but I'm not too sure.

Let's go away for a while
You and I to a strange and distant land
Where they speak no word of truth
But we don't understand anyway

Holiday
Far away
To stay
On a Holiday
Far away
Let's go today
In a heartbeat!
Heartbeat!
Heartbeat!

Don't bother to pack your bags
Or your map
We don't need them where we're goin'
We're goin' where the wind is blowin'
Not knowing where we're gonna stay

We will write a postcard
To our friends
and family in free verse
On this road we'll never die

Heartbeat!
Heartbeat!

I LOVE THIS SONG SO MUCH.
Too bad I'm sick and I can't sing at all. Well, I can't sing at all because I'm in class and I'd be making fun of myself (basically) and then people would laugh at me and Sarah would say HAHA YOU SOUND LIKE EVANESCENE and I would be embarrassed and then they'd all tell me I SUCK.

In the Garage IZ TEH HARTZORZ LOLz.

I love...
PLAYING AIR GUITAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Monica
Theran, my kitty
My guitar
Soccer
Sam
Ander
Carl
Sarah
Barnes & Noble
Loving life
Being happy
Singing
Writing

<333
YESSSS.

I wish Sam was still giving me guitar lessons. The only songs I play are like, Tired of Sex, Mykel and Carli, Island in the Sun, Pink Triangle and In the Garage. Oh, and Suzanne.
I love playing them though. Love love love love. ALL YOU NEED IS LOVE!

LET'S ROCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK! YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH!!!!!!

I'm in musical heaven right now. Please hold.
Tuning out the whole entire world: Now in Progress.

and it makes me feel so fine I can't control my brain!
we'll never feel bad anymore!
hep hep!
no, no!

I'm like, just about to fall asleep. I want to go back to sleeeeeep. Jamie, what you doin' now girl? Please, please tell me.
That reminds me of the Beatles. Please Please Me.
I want you to know
Jamie, Jamie
I'm so glad you're mine
We'll be together a long time
You've got the Beach Boys
and your firm's got the Stones
But I know you won't leave me alone
Sometimes it seems you're not with me
It hurts me so much,
It hurts me so much.


Hmm. I want to write me a song. It's hard to write and listen to music at the same time, though.
Nigel tells me it's stupid question day.
So, ask a stupid question, I guess.
Not to me, though. If you ask me a stupid question, I'll burn down your house.

LOL JK
But seriously, don't post a comment with a stupid question.
Whoo whoo whoo whoo whoo. Isn't it time to leave yet?

I've been typing for a little over 30 minutes, so I guess there's still a lot of time left in the class. Man. I want to go, or I'm going to fall asleep. FINALLY. THE 5 MINUTE BELL. ::does dance::

OK, I gotta go.

my eyelashes attack you

I don't think I even have enough time to make a good post.

I had a dream that Sam asked me out again. That was really really nice but, umm, super depressing. He grabbed my hand and said, "I miss you and I want to come home. Do you want to go out with me again?" OMGZ : O MI HART IZ TEH BLEEDORZ. Then he kissed me. I woke up after that. Eh.
I also remember a thought about Alex went through my head when he grabbed my hand. I guess my brain is trying to tell me I'm confused. THANKS BRAIN, IT'S NOT LIKE I KNEW THAT OR ANYTHING.

I have a feeling I'm going to grow up and I'm going to be your neighborhood cat lady. My robe will smell like mothballs and will be covered in cigerette ashes and cat hair. My life will consist of gathering all the neighborhood cats and tending to their every need. I will also eat your children if they come onto my lawn.

I'm so bitter.

the difference between orlando and ewan

SO CUTE. OMGZ LOL. TAHTS SO HOTT OMG ITZ ORLY BLOOM OMG WAIT NO ITS NOT ITZ' UWIN MCGREGORZ DANG ISNT HE LYKE OBI WANN KENOBY?


i'm kidding. i know he's not orlando bloom. god smite me if i ever say that about ewan mcgregor again. he's so much cuter than orlando bloom. edward bloom = ewan mcgregor > orlando bloom. ANYDAY.

experimental denial school?

yawwwwn. I wanna go back to sleep.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
MY DESKTOP IS FREAKIN' RIVERS CUOMO.
HE'S SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO CUTE.
I LOVE HIS HAIR AND HIS EYEBROWS AND HIS GLASSES SO!

okay. enough of that.

I woke up sad again. Not just because I'm still in denial about not missing Sam and stuff, but because I woke up and Gwen Stefani was on the radio. That just depressed me about how much the world just..plain..sucks.

Aaron Carter sucks.
So does Fred Durst.
I don't know what that was all about.
Shut up, I'm tired.

I AM SO TIRED
I WANT TO GO TO BED
OR EAT LOTS AND LOTS OF FOOD
I'M STILL HUNGRY
MANNNNNNNNN.



oh and if I don't know you personally, I would appreciate you NOT commenting on my posts. ESPECIALLY IF:
1) you're secretly trying to sell me crap
2) if you're trying to tell me stuff that I can't even buy anyway, being that I am a minor
3) IF YOU ARE OVER 20 YEARS OF FREAKING AGE
4) IF YOU HAVE CHILDREN
5) IF YOU LIVE WITH YOUR MOM STILL AND PLAY WITH STAR WARS FIGURINES



Blogger, you freeeekin' peece of crap!
hahaha.
"MOTHER SHITTIN'...SON OF AN..ASS!!"

aw. now I feel like a pottymouth.

my throat hurts.
I think the five minute bell's already rang. I should go.


LOL Mii BAkROUNDZ IZ DUH RIVARZ COOMO!!!!11 LOLZ HES SO hOTT
yah tahts hott.....

-deanna

zoom zoom zoom make my heart go boom boom my supernova girrrrl!

So it's another day.
I woke up this morning feeling rather meloncholy. I miss Sam. Speaking of which, I saw him this Friday. He went to the football game at East for a little while, and then he left. Julian said he left because he hates East, but I think he left because it was a combination of me and the suckiness.
I don't blame him not wanting to be around me though. It's kinda...umm, dramatizing? I don't know if that's the right word for it. Anyway.
I hung out with Alex this weekend, and it was really nice. I haven't got the hardcore butterflies in my stomach-nausea that I usually get (I hate to compare everything to Sam), so maybe I don't really like him that much. I wish things would move a little faster with him, but when I think more about it, it's probably a good thing that it's slow. Contrary to what I've been thinking, I'm probably not completely over Sam yet. Until I can be under stress and not cry at the same time about the thought of how I never got to see him wear those brown and gray cordouroy pants, I believe I will be almost completely over him. Until I can think about how nice his butt looked in those pants and not get teary-eyed, I will be in the home stretch. I probably will never get over him (if he doesn't metamorphisize into the world's biggest, baddest jerk) completely. I'll always like him.

Ha, then again, I said that about Logan, Greg, and Chris. Well, I still like Chris. Only this time it's like "little brother" feelings. Logan is alright, I can tolerate him as far as friends go, and Greg, well, in so many words, he can suck it.

Haha, Nigel is "Mmm-ing" about some cookies. Nigel likes them there cookies.
That one freshman, Zack, or whomever, said my name means Queen of Heaven. Damn straight. Moooooove on over, Jesus. Just kidding. I'd suck at running Heaven. Jesus is the man because he can handle the pressure of dealing with everyone's prayers and whatnot.
Shoot, if I were him, I'd tell them to stop their whining. Haha, which is ever so hypocritical, because that's basically all I ever do in here.


Whine, complain, whine, complain. I do that all day, and exactly in that order.

I probably should be studying for my math test, but I'm guessing I'd fail anyway.
Ah, hark! The five-minute bell.


Oh, and by the way, Tim Burton's Corpse Bride is totally kick astronaut.
-deanna

I wonder, is this is really happening?

Who was that weird person who commented on here? I don't get it, why would I want to learn CAD drafting from people in India? I can't even do regular math, let alone draw a house. Oh well. I don't even know how they got here or why they wanted to be here. I don't think I'll ever know/understand quite for sure.

After school, yesterday kinda sucked. I'm tired of not being recognized by my team when I do something good on the field. For example:

Deanna: [centers the ball]
Terryn: [scores]

All we hear is GOOD JOB TERRYN WAY TO GO YEAH YOU'RE AWESOME YEAH YOU ROCK!
But no one says "nice center" or anything. My mom does, but she's my mom. She's supposed to do that anyway. The only one who regularly tells me good job is Catie. Elissa even got congradulated for my center, when I don't think she really did anything. I had a horrible game. I didn't do much. I touched the ball max. 5-6 times the whole second half. No one would pass to me, even though I was wide open. I called for it, and still didn't get it. Why does my team hate me so?

My mom is freaking out over math. I don't understand what I'm doing BECAUSE I DIDN'T LEARN IT LAST YEAR. We haven't even started learning anything new. This is all stuff from last year. She wants me to go get tutored, but I don't want to. I feel like tutoring is for stupid people or something, and for some reason I almost feel insulted or something if I went. I don't need tutoring. I can figure it out for myself. I'm not going to have some person who's exceptionally good at math talk to me like I'm a retarded kindergartner. "NOW, YOU...YES, YOU...YOU'RE GOING TO MOVE THE Y....REMEMBER THAT, THE WHHhhhHHhHY, TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE EQUATION....YOU CAN SAY EQUATION, RIGHT? DO YOU GET IT? IF YOU DON'T, I COMPLETELY UNDERSTAND."
I am not going to subject myself to being degraded for 30 minutes every day.

Even so, I don't have time. I'm not Father Time, either, so I can't just MAKE time. History Day is taking my life by the throat, and like, eating it alive. There's so much to do, and I just...don't want to do it.
I miss Sam with all of my heart. I keep thinking about him. I need to stop, but I can't help it. I just feel so lonely without him. It's like someone ripped off my arm or something. Okay, I guess that wasn't the best analogy in the world.

Hey, I think that was the bell.
-deanna

hey, guess what? there's a vocabulary test next period and i have no idea what i'll be doing! How eventful.

Yesterday was the 18th, and I didn't take to that very well. It made me sad inside.
Dustin left me that poem about like, wonderful things, or something, and it made me smile really big. "These are a few of my favorite things."

I got another sunburn at the park, and I'm slowly turning mexican.

there's the bell.

you like honest girls, so honestly, i like you

well, i'm here again in mrs. mccreedy's class. only this time, it's not for MMA, but for journalism. it sucks, like, my y drive or whatever won't let me in so i have to sit here and wait and whatnot. man, that SUKKKCKCKKZKLJ:SDKLJFKLDF LOLZ>>.

so while everyone's making a shortcut to the journalism folder on the MMA server, i'm here on blogger. i have to be careful though, because mr. hamm is walking around and i know i'm not supposed to be on here. teeheehee LOLZ I AM DUH WURZT KIDD EVA I AM BADD 2 DA BONEZ LOLZ LMFAOZ>. and i'm double bad because i'm chewing gum in here.

okay, anyway.
I LIKE SOMEONE NEW.
NO IT'S NOT BOOTY.
NO, IT'S NOT SAM....okay well i still like sam, but he's not someone new, really.
NO IT'S NOT CHRIS

his name is alex.
and he's a nice, smart, funny, cute boy.
i don't really know him very well, but i'm willing to get to know him more.
i'm not sure if he's too thrilled with my wanting to hang out with him. i don't know if he even likes talking to me a whole lot. given time, i think things might work out. of course things could work out. time is a good thing.
I HOPE HE LIKES MEEEEEE. HE'S SO DURN CUTE AND FUNNY AND SMART. HE LOOKS LIKE DRAKE FROM THE DRAKE AND JOSH SHOW AND HE LOOKS LIKE DAVE GROHL IN THAT OTHER PICTURE SO CUTEEEEE

okay. i gotta stop.

Carl has a new woman and umm.....i'm not that new woman so i don't really like that too much. but hey, what can you do? it's okay, i can deal. i like alex better anyway, i guess. i mean, damn straight.


i've been happier lately and i'm really liking it.

and soccer's going good so that's cool.
i just realized i'll be seeing this a lot more second semester, because i'll be in this class. i can't get on here in gaines' class because he's evil. hee hee.

anyway, i think i'm gonna go.
i don't have anything else to say.

-deanna