I want the Jack La Lanne's Power Juicer
An advantage to watching infomercials - there are no commercials.
Posted by Serene Chaos at 1:56:00 PM
Ack! The mosquito abatement truck just drove by. It was spraying lots of toxic deadly fumes. All the windows in the house were open because it is a perfect night out. Now I think we're all going pass out from exposure to those deadly fumes. Eww.
Posted by Serene Chaos at 1:43:00 AM
Friend 1: I can't wait until I'm 18. We should do something cool once we're all 18 that we couldn't do before. Like buy cigarettes but then throw them all away because they're gross.
Friend 2: Or we could just vote a lot, and recklessly. You never want to vote recklessly.
Posted by Serene Chaos at 12:10:00 AM
Tonight I played a game of fortunately/unfortunately.
I went to play Lazar Tag.
Unfortunately, by the time we got there, the place was closed.
Fortunately, the guy working there let us play anyway.
Next, we were going to go out for ice-cream.
Unfortunately, the 31 Flavors
we chose to go to decided they wouldn't serve us because it was 9:55 and they closed at 10:00.
Fortunately, there was a Walgreens
down the block, which we assumed sold ice-cream bars.
Unfortunately, that was one of the few non 24-hour Walgreen's and was therefore closed.
Fortunately, we decided to go to the Walgreen's and/or Barns and Noble
in our town.
Unfortunately we couldn't find a couple of the people who were supposed to meet us there.
Fortunately, we found their car in the parking lot 20 minutes later.
Unfortunately, they weren't in the car.
Fortunately, we saw some other people who said they had seen them in Walgreen's.
And that was pretty much the end of the fortunately/unfortunately game.
Posted by Serene Chaos at 12:01:00 AM
Monday, August 26, 2002
Upon going to get my schedule changed for school, I realized how much I don't like so many people from my school. Over the summer I had forgotten how so many of them are rich, snobby, and anorexic. It makes me appreciate my friends even more. I love my group of friends. I'm always hearing people talk about how they don't really like their friends. I don't get that; if you don't like them, why hang out with them?
After I had gotten to school at 7:00am, left at 10:40am, gone back to school at 1:40pm and arrived back at home around 4:00pm my schedule is finally done. My classes will be...
EB) Early Bird Physical Education (EB is a period before period 1)
1) AP Psychology
2) Child Development Independent Study
3) AP Senior English
4) Spanish 9,10
5) Free Period / WERCS tutor
6) Free Period / Web Design Independent Study
7) AP Statistics
8) Graphic Design 3,4
9) Free Period
I kind of have three free periods (depending on weather or not my web design teacher actually makes me go to class or not, which I don't think he will. He will just say that as long as I have my assignments done, I can do them whenever/wherever I want to). That is more free periods than I have ever had in my whole high school life. I don't know what I'm going to do with myself.
Posted by Serene Chaos at 10:12:00 PM
Sunday, August 25, 2002
I wish I could tell people if I was mad at them, but I can't. I won't. I just smile and tell them that's okay, I don't mind, I didn't really care that much anyway.
But I do care, it does matter. You promised me, and then at the last moment you changed you mind, you left me in a tough spot. This last minute change could effect my entire year. If you say you're going to do something, give me more of an opportunity to reschedule my plans to fit your needs. If you didn't want to do it in the first place, you should have told me. You shouldn't have waited until now, after we just spent the last 30 minutes making plans, to email me and tell me you changed your mind. Why did you just waste both of our time making those plans?
You're lucky I found someone else to help me. Although it won't be the same, hopefully it will still work. I wish I had a car like you, like her, but I don't. And my mom works nights, she won't be home that early so I can't use her car. And my dad's car is leased by his company for his use, the insurance plan doesn't allow me to drive it. You're just lucky that I
was so lucky to find someone else.
And those are the things I want to say, but I can't. Not because it doesn't bother me, it does - a lot. And each time someone does something that bothers me, I brush it aside, 'it's okay, it didn't really matter' I say. But it did. Why can't I just tell them that?
Posted by Serene Chaos at 11:51:00 PM
I'm a real teacher! (Well, kind of). I have a mailbox in the office, and a folder and a bulletin board, and everything. Oh, and I have some students too.
Okay, so it's not really a real
teacher. I'm just one step up from being a machonik - a teacher's helper - at Saturday morning religious school. I'm now termed an assistant teacher. But, I get a bigger paycheck which is exciting, and another great thing to add to college applications. (Although I was just told by a special ed. teacher that graduates from ISU
are always wanted as teachers, but, ISU isn't a very good college in other respects, and therefore I would be able to get in without a problem and probably not be very challenged during classes.)
But, I got a mailbox in the office!!
Posted by Serene Chaos at 2:45:00 PM