duncan heights

January 26, 2002:
Yo, my homies! Okay, I’m just kidding, and I’m so white it’s not really even funny when I say something like that. Moving on, then… We have a new Colorguard coach who’s supposed to last until the end of the end — but again, all the other ones were supposed to last too. Oh well. My best friend and I are writing a Colorguard show (that is, making up flag and rifle work and putting it to drill, which is the moving of the feet) to “Crush” by Jessica Simpson and we’re hopefully going to perform it near the end of the year. I’m totally psyched for this!! I went to the fourth or fifth GSA Network Southern California Youth Council (of which I am a part) meeting today, and it was much more productive than I expected it to be. “GSA” means GAY STRAIGHT ALLIANCE, not Girl Scouts of America, at least when I’m referring to it. Just so you know. I’m also on the Survey Evaluation Committee (which is also part of the GSA Network) and I get to go up to San Francisco for a retreat thingy in February; sweet, huh? All right, well I just wanted to let everyone know that I’m going to SAN FRAN baby!!!! OH YEA!!

January 24, 2002:
All right, midterms are next week, and I’m nearly failing in a couple of my classes… Grr… Why does this always happen to me? I’m totally not doing well in German 3/4, and yes, I can speak a little, but not enough to make any of it make much sense… Christ, I can barely get my English to go through well enough, much less my German. Anyone that would talk to you about my German knows I’m not actually failing, and that I can speak and read and write more than I say I can. Just beating myself up, and I’m getting a high “B” in that class, but still, sheesh? And guess what else happened today? Our (FIFTH) Colorguard coach (of the year) quit because her “real” job transferred her across the country or some crap like that… ARGGH! I liked the coach we had at the beginning (his name was… well, I can’t tell you, but he was the best). Well, on the bright side, we only had 32 counts of work, so whoever takes over can probably change the song and work with no problem whatsoever! This totally sucks… Can you tell I’m not feeling well? Yea, well, I’m not.

January 22, 2002:
I went shopping yesterday for the first time in about 5 months. Went to Wet Seal, Hot Topic, and Windsor and bought three pairs of pants and a new black jacket. Fun, fun, huh? I’m happy because I didn’t have to pay for any of the cost, either. And today I got these sweet headphones in the mail; I ordered them, of course. I’m just really indebt to everyone I know (in parenthesis is what I owe them, roughly): my best friend (one CD), my brother ($10), my father ($50), BMG Music Club ($120), Science Fiction Book Club ($60), One Spirit Book Club ($50), Teen People Book Club ($75), the vet for my dog and two cats ($$$$ just lots and lots for as long as they live), and car insurance ($75 per month). Well, not EVERYONE. Just nearly everyone. And Christ do I need a job. It’s getting really annoying never having ANY money ANY time. Anybody have any (good) ideas for a job for me?

January 15, 2002:
I had a good day today! That’s a rare thing for me to experience, so I’m really happy. One of my friends (yes, a girl) assumes that since I’m a girl and she’s a girl I will automatically like her and want her, which is so not the case. She asked me to come over tonight so we could “study” but I bet you can guess what she really had in mind… Anyway, when I told her no, she asked me why, a little miffed. I told I didn’t want to, that’s all, and then she was really miffed. Later we talked and I explained to her that I don’t want ANYONE 24/7, if you know what I mean. It’s not like I’m horny all the time or anything… Sheesh, I’m not a sex toy. She got the picture, and yay — we’re still friends! The other thing that made me reeeeally happy is that I drove my stick shift (a standard, for those of you who don’t know what a stick shift is) 1982 Honda today — and I didn’t fall apart or die! And when I say I didn’t fall apart, I mean me, not the car. I drove it all by myself for the first time today and it was pretty okay. Now just about twenty more hours of driving that car and I’ll have it down pat. YAY!! Celebrate with me and grab a bottle of sparkling cider!! Shame on those of you who drink.

January 12, 2002:
Ok, I’m not having a good New Year — already. Nice, huh? I was cat sitting, as you know if you read my last Random*Thoughts, and I was GOING to get paid $15 for three days, but I lost the key, so I gave up the money for a new key for the people… Grr. And today, I was in a car wreck? I was in the left hand lane on this fairly busy street in Southern California, where I live. I was pulling up to a red light and I put my blinker on to change into the right hand lane, since I was going to have to turn right soon afterwards. And wouldn’t you know it, there was a car in my blind spot. And wouldn’t you know it — I hit her. I dented her car and scratched it up pretty bad on the left side, but my car’s okay. The lady driving the other car had her 2 or 3 kids with her, but they were all ok, too. I was crying and saying I was so sorry. We exchanged insurance stuff and she left. I was crying and crying because what if I’d run her over (my car was bigger than hers) or hit her and hurt or killed one of her kids? What would you do?

January 1, 2002: The New Year’s Edition
Okay, then, now for the New Year’s Edition. Yay for me, huh? Anyways: I didn’t have anyone to celebrate the New Year with and I didn’t have any parties to go to (because I’m a loser/geek, you know), so I was stuck at home bored to death by the Television. Of course, I had to go feed the cats I’m babysitting, well I guess it’s really called cat sitting, but who’s asking? And I stalked a couple of my friends’ houses to see if they were home; they weren’t. And no, I don’t really stalk people. I would’ve dropped by, had they been home, but since they’re much cooler than I, they weren’t around for me to bug… Oh well. I hope to highest Heaven that I’m not as bored tomorrow. Loser me, you know.