Okay, the freshman class seriously needs to GET IT TOGETHER. How about anyone who wants to get up at 5:00 on Wednesday comes to school and helps me decorate the green sub-school at 6:00? That would be GREAT! 'Twill be fun.

Thank you.

I LOVE Linda Grabel!

Charlie What's-his-face: Okay, Mr. President, her's a question from Linda Grabel.

Bush: *turns*

Charlie What's-his-face: She's over there.

Audience: *laughs*

Me: Smooth.

Linda Grabel: Mr. President, over the past 4 years you've made thousands of decisions. Please name three instances in which you have made wrong decisions and tell us what you did to correct them.

Bush: blah de blah de blah Iraq blah de blah de blah Right decision blah de blah de blah *blinks* blah de blah de blah *blinks some more* blah de blah de blah some appointments, but I won't name them. I don't want to hurt their feelings on national TV.

Audience: *laughs*

Me: GET TO IT!!

Bush: *blinks*

Me: Idiot.

hahhahahhahahhaha!!

Here is my little overview of the place which we all hold so dear.

THE SELECTION Perhaps the best part of going to the movies is the selection. On any one day you can see an iconoclastic filmmaker going after various authority, or a small, animated shrip screaming "You got served!" while break dancing underwater with his homies. As long as you accept the premise of the movie, you will find them hard to dislike. EXAMPLE Let's say you go to see "Legally Blonde 2." If you accept that it will be a "feel good" summer movie with no actual desire to rank with, say "12 Angry Men," you will enjoy it more than if you expect it to.

TICKET BUYING Not quite the most expensive part of the extravaganza, however, quite close. Note to self: go before 5:00 to get the matinee price. $6.50 as opposed to $8.50? I think yes.

THE SNACK STAND Here would be the wallet lightener. There is an array of foods in various degrees of unhealthy, earning major brownie points from the Pennsylvania Dutch part of my family. However, $3.25 for Starbursts? $20.00 is only barely enough to get me through the movie without suffering serious cravings. Anyone who knows me will know that an hour or two is about all I can stand without some form of a tasty treat gracing my presence.

THE PREVIEWS Depending on the rating of the feature presentation, the previews can actually be pretty enjoyable. Where else would you hear about the man who flew across Australia in a lawn chair? And where else would you find out that it was all based on a true story?

THE MOVIE When you finally get down to the actual viewing portion, the theatre has "pumped you up," if you will, for the feature presentation. With "witty" commercials reminding you of what not to do (unless, of course, a garbage man has lost control of his vehicle and crashed inadvertently into your theatre)to the final film, the movies are a truly enjoyable experience for everyone. au revoir!

I am filled with the feeling one can only get from spending the day eating milk duds. a tiny part of this feeling consists of the "I should be doing homework" gene. luckily, my "ignore" gene is sufficient. people, comment on my entry below, seriously.

so, I am collecting converstation starters. submit?

Hi, I'm in German... hello, Frau Finley!

so I got to arizona at 9:30 yesterday... 12:30 for all of y'all. We met my soon to be step-brother Chris at Friday's almost right away and ate good stuff. The flight was pretty good, it was about 4 hours, and only a little turbulence, apparently. I am not a flyer, so I don't know, because it felt like a lot to me. But it really wasn't that bad. Then I think I caught SARS from this woman in front of us who was coughing up a lung for a lot of the flight. So tell me anything you need to say now, and preferably with a mask on for your own safety. lol.

Well, anywho. After that, we went to ASU, which is where chris goes to school. He's 18... , almost 19 and a freshman. So we walked around the campus and snuck into the auditorium where he performed on friday. He does ASU Symphony Orchestra. And I got ear plugs. They have a free ear plug machine. How cool is that? very cool. and they're tie-dye! so basically that was very,, very cool. then we went to the asu bookstore which sells books/school supplies/clothing. So I got a pair of asu pajama bottoms and almost a sweatshirt but then I was like no. I'll probably get one soon, though. look for the pajama bottoms on tuesday.

So the we went to the chandler mall which is huge and like a cross between the dulles mall and fair oaks, so it equals awesome. I got my Daddy some candy, and then I got myself/my Mommy a pretzel. So yes. There was that.

After that we went to my other soon to be stepbrother's house/apartment. We hung out there for a little bit and then we went to macaroni grill for my birthday dinner. our waiter was the bomb. (??) his name was brandon, but we called him nodnarb. then we went back to jeff's house, where we had chocolate/vanilla ice cream cake... it had my name on it, haha! it was very good. and jeff and his girlfriend erin gave me a best buy gift card and a ken burns jazz documentary. it was awesome. and chris and his girlfriend sarah gave me a best buy gift card, too. hehe, so I cleaned up well.

then we came back to the hotel, where I went on the FREE high speed internet for awhile, talked to some of you. and then played the sims until my Mommy told me to go to bed. now Im up, and we're going to the cardinals/patriots game at the asu stadium. so I'll talke to you guys later, and see you on tuesday!

all right, so I'll be in new jersey... erm I mean arizona, for the weekend. I'll be back on Tuesday. So here's a fanfic for your... enjoyment? I hope. Here goes!

TITLE: A Boundless Moment

DISCLAIMER: All Harry Potter characters are products of the imagination of J.K. Rowling. This story is purely for my own enjoyment and is not to be published anywhere.

RATING: PG-13 . Some slightly illegal business in here and there, but really, nothing major.

A BOUNDLESS MOMENT IS A ROBERT FROST POEM

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Sirius struggled into his black overcoat, stiff from lack of wear, as quietly as possible. He closed the closet door and it clicked contentedly. Walking gingerly along the front hallway of Grimmauld Place, he fished a pair of thin, dark glasses out of his deep coat pocket. In his other hand he held a black bowler hat which he slid smoothly over his head, unfolding the glasses and slipping them on.

Out of the grimy from window he could see what appeared to be a cloudless blue sky, ragged with shadows of the arching houses in Grimmauld Place. A green leaf blew lazily along the pavement, the only movement on an otherwise empty street. He wouldn’t be out long, Sirius reasoned. No one would even notice he was gone.

The wind blew at the tops of the trees, enticing Sirius forward. With a firmer resolve in his step, he reached for the doorknob that would lead him at last to the outside. A few feeble excuses pushed themselves to the front of his mind. Was he sure the others were upstairs? What if someone called him while he was out?

He grasped the knob firmly in his right hand and began to turn it, knowing that any more wasted time could be crucial.

“Sirius?” He spun around, a light breeze blowing through the slightly open door. It was Hermione. She was standing at the bottom of the stairwell and had her usual look of disapproval in place.

“I was just-” he muttered, but she cut him off.

“You were trying to get out again, weren’t you?”

“Don’t be silly, I’d have gone as a dog.”

“Would you?” Hermione’s eyes burned into his own. “I don’t think so. When was the last time you felt the wind in your hair? When was the last time you could take a walk down the road as a human, not an animal?”

“It’s none of your business, Hermione.” Sirius replied quietly. He lowered his eyes and gazed at the slightly dusty floor. She took a cautious step forward.

“Sirius, you do know why they don’t want you out, don’t you? Don’t you? If you were caught…” As Sirius looked up, he found that their faces were inches apart.

“Who’d look for me here? You don’t understand. I haven’t been out in ages. I haven’t felt the sun, I haven’t been caught in the rain. I haven’t taken leisurely walks down the road. I haven’t felt the wind in my hair for months. I just want to be outside, but you don’t understand that, do you?” Angry tears sprang to his eyes and he wiped them away quickly.

“Of course I understand, Sirius,” Hermione said softly. “Of course I do. But Dumbledore would be so angry… even if you weren’t caught. Sirius, it’s just too much of a risk. Are you willing to lose your freedom over something as silly as a walk?”

“Freedom?” Sirius snorted. “You call this freedom? I can walk around my house all day, listen to my Mum rant about Muggle-borns if I’m peckish. But what else? What else is there, Hermione?”

“I can’t help the situation, Sirius. I can’t, and I’m sorry. I wish I could. I really do. But… but… Sirius, are you willing to risk never seeing Harry again just for-” Her words were lost as their lips met. Her hand crept cautiously up the side of his face as she ran her fingers over his slight stubble. He caressed her hair softly, leaning her head back as they kissed. A sudden sound at the top of the stairs roused them and they leapt apart, not meeting each other’s eyes.

Sirius looked furtively at Hermione. What had just happened? He didn’t quite know. Her lips were moist and seemed to spring off her face in a way he hadn’t realized before. He ran a nervous hand over his mouth and coughed awkwardly. He pulled a look of forced calm onto his face as Harry appeared at the bottom of the steps.

“Sirius, could I borrow you a moment? These doxies are damn near impossible to spray.”

“Sure.” Sirius growled hoarsely. He stole one last glance at Hermione before ascending the staircase. As their eyes met, a current ran through him that made him inhale sharply. Judging from Hermione’s consequent gasp, she had felt it, too. =A Boundless Moment>

Let's hope the cut worked. Do let me know what you think, will you?

I just came back from Pennsylvania, and this wasn't one of my favorite trips. I can't even look at my grandfather without crying anymore. I walked in yesterday morning to see him in his bedroom and he was red in the face, huffing and puffing and gasping for air. We had to leave so he could get up and ready, and I could scarcely keep from breaking down. Then this morning we went to see him around 10:00. Now I know what my saddest moment is for Film Study. He was lying in bed withh is arms by his sides, his B PAP Machine forcing air in and out of his lungs. In case I didn't mention it, my grandfather has Emphysema. He was sleeping when we got there this morning and his machine was literally breathing for him. He woke up and seemed slightly delirious when he saw us. He struggled for air and pulled the machine away from his mouth long enough to say "Hiya." to each of us. My Mom was sitting on the side of his bed and he reached for my hand when he saw us. I think my heart just broke right themn . I literally anm tearing up as I write this. We were so worried because he looked so helpless. Wre came back later after his wife got back from church and apparently this morning routine is typical. Also, my aunt stayed with them last night, and she said that this morning he couldn't eat his breakfast and he had to take 30 minutes just to eat some jello. He takes about 15 pills at breakfast time, and needs food to avoid an upset stomach, but he just doesn't have the energy to eat. He refuses to get an in-home nurse to check on him every once in awhile, because he thinks that will take away some of his independence. We asked him to think about a scooter, hopefully in t will make him more mobile. But honestly, he looks so helpless. I wrote a poem for him on the way home tosday. It goes a little something like this.

so, I have the phone number for the casting director for harry potter... if anyone's interested, it's legit, don't worry.

where do you people get these mood icons? *cough* caitlin *cough*

I ____ Jordan.
Jordan is ____.
If I were alone in a room with Jordan, I would _______.
I think Jordan should _____.
Jordan needs ______.
I want to ____________ Jordan.
Someday Jordan will ________.
Jordan reminds me of _______.
Without Jordan, _______.
Jordan can be __________.
__________ is what I thought when I met Jordan.
The worst thing about Jordan is _________.
The best thing about Jordan is _________.
I am ________ with Jordan.

hm.?

If LJ Was a High School by Karen_Walker
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Lunch Lady	williamfeh
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Quarterback	sleepyboyps2
Prom Queen	trescarlota
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I'm a loner goth kid... yeah... Riley, if you join the south side locos or whatever they're called and/or ms 13... I'll laugh. I'll laugh even harder if you join both.

oh my god.





I've met ANOTHER guy.

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( Read more... ) okay, look on page 3 at the NOTEBOOK PAPER and at page 8 at the SHIRT! both are MINE! shirt being "work shirt" but yes.

oh my god.





I've met a guy.

thanks everyone who commented. your support really means a lot. remember: "a friend is someone who walks in when others walk out." okay, enough of my inspirational quotes. time to go check

it hurts when your friends aren't there for you. it really does. fyi: I didn't ASK anybody's permission to go out for football. I've been working my ass off this past week and I'm pretty good. so what if I'm not the best? I've been getting comments from the freshmen/jv/varsity players about how I have guts, I'm a good player, I have their respect. I REALLY don't need people who I thought would be there for me to be bitching about things that I do. just because I do something out of the box doesn't make me a bad person. we only have one life to live, and someday if anyone asks me, I'll be able to say "yeah, I played football." it's unconventional. it's NOT wrong. any of you who think so don't have to come to the games.

those of you who ARE going to be there for me? please comment. I'd really like to know who you are.

oh. my. god.

okay,. so aside from the large welt on my forehead and damien smacking me on the ass (again, god!) (which I yelled at him for and I think I punched him and then like 2-5 other guys were like "you don't DO that, man!" it's was like the funniest thing I have ever seen! lol.) practice was okay.

now here is the oh. my. god. part.

I saw a guy, the "equipment manager" who looked EXACTLY like harry/james potter. my first thought was JAMES when I saw him in the hall. he had on a baseball camp so I couldn't see much of his hair, but what I could see was kind of reddish-dark-brown,. ack , it was soooooooo cool, I'm totally taking a picture tommorrow!

well, that will be a ll for now!

Buh-Bye!

oww, I just scraped my elbow on the computer table... ow. and let's see, football was fun, but again, OW! my helmet is soo fucking uncomfortable it's unreal! I need a new pad... head pad, perverts! I have practice again today, so yes.

so yes!

well, that's my day!

later!