The Wizard of Oz is on rn. Which brings me back to APUSH last year. Oh, APUSH. So glad I am done with you.

I should really get on those college applications. Those personal statements aren't gonna write themselves.

things that are nice:
-the weather isn't gonna suck tomorrow so I can go to the beach
-"Paul's Boutique"
-it is nearly 1:30 in the morning but there are still people to talk to on IM

things that are tacky:
-kids in muscle shirts
-muscle shirts in general

things that suck:
-in this house it is either humid and gross or way too cold
-no more tortilla chips

I am watching Chris Matthews blow up at some congressman and oh my god it is so glorious. He is all HERE. HERE IS OBAMA'S BIRTH CERTIFICATE. I WILL MAIL IT TO YOU HOW ABOUT THAT. It is so excellent and I am jizzing in my little liberal pants over here (figuratively).

OH AND NOW HE IS BRINGING UP THE RACISM GOOD LORD CHRIS MATTHEWS ILU. He is probably my favorite member of the liberal media.

And then, because my life is incredibly interesting, I read Sarah Palin's resignation speech. And then I gagged. Not only was it poorly written, it was historically inaccurate (Alaska was bought under Johnson, not Lincoln). So call me a snob but holy crap it's like she was in the car a few minutes before and remembered she had to write a speech.

"Walk This Way" would've been a lot better if stupid Steven Tyler wasn't on it.

I won this giant stuffed cheetah (leopard?) from one of those raffles they have at the dentist. It lived in my room for about a year and now it lives in the basement.

Apparently you are more at risk for swine flu if you have a good immune system (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cytokine_storm#Role_in_pandemic_deaths). While I am about as scared of this as I am of West Nile (read: not at all), here is my plan for avoiding the swine flu should it come to DC:

1. find someone with mono (this should not be hard. I am in high school, after all)
2. contract mono
3. ?????
4. PROFIT!

I got into governor's school for Spanish. I seriously didn't think I would.

Olbermann, your holier-than-thou "I am done with the First Puppy" schtick is making it hard for me to love you.

ugh, AP exams are soon and I am working my ass off. Secretly I am glad that KT and I aren't going to states for debate. This year's topic kinda sucked and I am eager to move forward.

Also my driving instructor has neglected to call me back about scheduling TWICE. I am irked.

I didn't get sick all winter and now my immune system has gone on vacation. I am coughing like I've spent the last 20 years chain-smoking.

Ok, it's not that bad.

Today I spent 5 minutes watching a video of Shawn Harris pull out his stitches. I was not actually all that grossed out.

Also I got my ass beat at debate on Saturday, but we might've won the last one, idk. I'm not that bummed, but I am still filled with rage at that Napoleon Complex-y kid who was such a douche and actually used the words "mofo" and "badass" in a debate round. ARGH

I effing hate when you can't adblock some of the adverts on the side of the page.

We did dream analysis in psych today and I thought it was pretty interesting. Apparently I have some issues to work out.

Using a new bag for school starting tomorrow. This one has pockets. Maybe that one will be my Burgundy Day bag and the zippery one will be my Gold Day bag.

NICE ONE, SAYID. YOU REMAIN MY FAVORITE LOST CHARACTER.

So I'm kind of thinking I don't really agree with Geithner's bank plan. I don't want to sound like some sort of Paul Krugman stan but...Paul Krugman is pretty much right here. "We're not Sweden" is a shitty reason for doing anything.

Have to do a 'dream journal' for psych, which is fine, it's not a big deal, but...my dreams are either wildly inappropriate for a high school psychology class or too mundane to remember the next morning, so idk what I'm gonna do. I don't really want to share my Dev Patel dream with the class.

Field trippin' tomorrow; gonna wear my flippie floppies even if it's really cold.

Me: I had a dream where Dev Patel was like WELL HEY THERE BB (you know what I mean) and I was like 'chyuss! nice one, subconscious", and then we went to the Metro and somehow we got separated.
Drew: Did you look over a balcony for him and scream "Dev! Dev! DEV!!!" a la Slumdog Millionaire?

I am such a loser sitting home on Saturday night. I never go out. I need a fucking life.

PLEASE LET US HAVE A SNOW DAY TOMORROW. THIS ESSAY IS KILLING ME DEAD, AND IT IS JUST A DRAFT. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. I am going to fail the AP Lang exam.



Also I have been adblocking the shit out of things lately, and it is AWESOME. I had previously only used it for icky ONTD shit, but I am finding it especially helpful while I am trying to watch "Skins" on Youtube.

Or not. Instead I watched the Simpsons and reveled in the glory of Lily Allen's new record.

I've got this art project where I have to ~express myself~ and make it about my personality, but idk what kind of person I actually am. Also, I'm not sure how to communicate my particular brand of feminist politics into a shoe sculpture.

temporary!ONTD tells me I shouldn't put up with misogynistic teacher bullshit any longer. Neither ONTD nor its temporary counterpart has ever lied to me before. Hence...

1. No more braces!
2. Haircut tomorrow!
3. prayin' to Heathus for snow
4. four-day weekend!
5. "Slumdog Millionaire" was excellent
6. Dream Boy has not been online in ages. I wonder where he is.

-Katrina
-Iraq
-Guantanamo
-Afghanistan

Speaking of 9/11, I remember being in London in December '01 (holy shit, I was in fourth grade then) in the hotel lobby while we were waiting for the room to be ready; they had the radio on and I vividly remember them talking about the outpouring of sympathy for the US and what have you...and then two years later the entire world hated us. And now they kinda like us again.

Since it's inauguration time, here is my one-woman gif party:




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