Hooplah.Org A Story of Graceful Stumbles

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It has been a couple of days since I've done this -- mainly because it has been so hot (in the 100's) that it drains all of the energy out of me, and has been giving me head aches beyond belief. For some reason I'm hyper, and since no one wants to listen to me, I decided I would do a journal entry. Yes.
A little bit of a recap: Monday was the senior assembly. The whole student body spent 3 hours in the field house watching the lucky sons of bitches get awards and stuff. It still hurts from sitting there that long. Tuesday was boring as usual -- all the teachers were reviewing for the exams and what not.
Today was kind of sad. It is the last time I am going to have Miss Filep, one of the favorite teachers I have ever had. I'll miss how interesting and intelligent she is -- I learned more in her class in one week than I probably have so far in my whole high school career, and it was from her babbling off on other subjects, not really the content she taught. *sigh*
I discovered something really kick ass -- I was checking my web page stats, as I do everyday when I get home, and I saw a link that I didn't recognize, and when I clicked it, Bamm. I had applied for this award last week, and I honestly didn't think they were going to run me for voting. But, yes, sure enough, I am. I sort of wish I had waited until I had gotten my new design up, but this is alright. And for some reason, I was more hyped about the summary that they made for my page more than actually being on it. It reads:

I liked how personal it was. Yeah. I know, this is sort of bragging, but, why not? This is the first time my site has been really honored with something. And what kicks even more ass, is that as of 4:42 PM, I have 71% of the votes. Kick ass. I tried to visit the other sites running.. From what I could tell I have healthy competition, but one site I could not connect to. Oh well.

I am worried about tomorrow. What happened, is sometime during first semester, the high school had to go a certain day to take exams, and the rest of the county's school system didn't. Which, in turn, means the high school has one less day of school than the rest of the county. So, that is why I am getting out tomorrow. After I take first and second period exams, I am free to go. They wanted students to get a parent note and have all their teachers sign it to prove that the students had permission to leave, but I'm not doing it, it's stupid as hell. Of course everyone's going to leave. The teachers actually want the kids to leave. But anyway. I could get out of school at 11:10. But what the bitch of it is, is that the busses will not be running until 3:15 like usual, since the rest of the school have the full day. So, you have to have a ride home. Which is something I'm not sure I am going to have. My father should be arriving home from New York tonight, and he is my only real way to get home, as my mother will be working. And I know he'll get bitchy about all of the people that will be trying to leave then. Ugh. I am not looking forward to it, because I'm not even sure if he will pick me up. This has me so wound up, and giving me pounding head aches -- I'm really not looking forward to school being out.
So much to type. I am making potato salad, which is a big thing -- I don't cook. I have trouble with peanut butter and jelly. So, my mommy's teaching me how to make it. Ugh. I plan on making it at Alan's house, whether or not Alan like it, or any one does. Yep.

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I did not get to see Star Wars. I WILL NEVER SEE STAR WARS! ARRRRRRHHHHHHGGGHGH!

I had a boring day. I stayed home, stayed online, and tinkered with my new web page design (Which looks very good, might I add.) Today was so uneventful, so flat line. I am tired, I feel achy, and all I have been doing is sitting here.

My dad offered to take me bowling today, for me to practice. I turned it down -- I just could not get modivated enough to take a shower and get dressed. And then my father would be watching me bowl, with nothing to do, and making comments on what I should and should not do.

My dad is leaving at 5 AM tomorrow to go to a bowling tourniment in New York, for a couple of days -- I'm not sure how long. I guess about 3 days. It'll be great, too -- I don't like it when my father's home, I can't do anything, everything annoys him. Ugh.

Just about 8 more days until I get to see Alan... I talked to him twice on the phone, and we decided to see Auston Powers the day I arrive, before going back to his house. Which is going to kick ass. Yes.

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I feel so horrible. I was reading Emma's guestbook, and in a response to one of my messages, I thought she was accusing me of copying her colors. So, of course, I turned in to bitch mode and signed her guestbook with a reply... And then, as anyone would do, I went back to read over my post. In my post I had a sample of her reply, and when I read it over... It said the word "cooler", not "color". I felt so horrible, and still do. Emma is so nice, and I went off in her guestbook for no reason. I posted a reply, saying I was sorry. Buy I still feel bad.

I shall try to move on from that for now. Today I have started working on my new layout. Yes. Being as it is, I am probably going to be soon moving to a new domain in the next 3 weeks. So, I think it would be a good idea to have a brand spanking new layout. And, people are taking my ideas and everything left and right. I need something that is harder to copy.

Today I was supposed to go out with Ingrid, Michael, and Lindsey -- and not surprisingly, it feel through. The last time we all had plans, it was to go to the pool. She claimed that she sat out all of the day before, in the sun, with baby oil on. How stupid is that? And she did not even look red, for someone who could not even walk the day before. And today. I lost her #, and I was hoping like hell that she would call me. She didn't. All day she didn't. She'll probably have another bad excuse for us on Tuesday. When I first started talking to Ingrid again, she seemed to be the same exact coolness as I remembered her to be 3 years earlier. Now it seems she has turned into someone very superficial. She cares so much about what everyone else thinks, and I think she may just cling to me and my friend at lunch because she knows no one else during that lunch, and it wouldn't look right if she were along. Otherwise, she would be off with other, and better friends. Which is why I probably did not get a call from her -- something "better" came up at the last minute, that made our plans with her vanish. She could have at least called me and told me.

So maybe I'll finally go to see Star Wars tomorrow. Alone. I don't really want to go alone. But I hope I can at least go.

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The last Friday of my sophomore year, and it seemed so unspecial. Second period we had a sub, which meant me and Michael could not get our project done without information from my teacher Mr. Dahl. Which is just peachy. I am obsessed with this project in a way -- probably because I know it is not going to meet up to my expectations, and certainly not the expectations Mr. Dahl probably has of me. I mean, what if it totally sucks and then he decides not to contact me for working on some web pages this summer. Where will I be then?

I actually got an e-mail, from jaded.nu, asking me if I would like to be hosted. !!! A month ago I was begging to be hosted -- graveling on the knees, the whole bit. I've actually had a few offers -- and I haven't really taken any of them. And it's going to make me feel horrible once I actually choose, because some of the offers are coming from good online friends, and I wont want to offend. Maybe I should get a job and get the whole thing over with, and get my own domain. Uh-huh, yeah, ha ha ha ha. Chrisy has a since of humor.

I don't know what I am supposed to do with this damn server, or this design. Visitors seem to find something wrong with it daily, or something at freespeech.org has effected the performance of my site. They're both officially on my chit list until they apologize.

I am watching the Real World on MTV, which is a show I love. I an so happy about the Hawaii episode coming out this Tuesday. The past couple of years, they have waited until sometime in July to start playing them. Maybe this is such a good cast that they decided to play it early? I hope. I like the Real Worlds that have been in tropical places - ex: Miami. That has been my favorite so far, I think. Right now I am watching the San Francisco version. It always makes me cry. Pedro should not have died.

It is so early, yet I am so tired. I got a little pouty at Alan for leaving early, and now here I am, not more than 15 minutes later, barley holding on to the ledge of awareness. This Tuesday, the day of the Real World premiere, is a week until I am going to see Alan. Only a little week. I am terrified of going. Not having anything to do with my destination, but I am scared that my plane will crash or something. Very scared of that. And it scares me even more that I have the creeps about it. What if I am really sincing the truth, like someone getting a bad feeling about doing something at a certain time, and then it actually happens. Yes, I think that would suck.

I'm going to apply to be on the Real World -- not that I would actually get in, but to let them know I'm out there, watching, and that I think what they're doing, their ideas, are great. Yeah. I doubt they'd really be looking for a message like that. My video would be like the one they are playing before and after commercials -- someone saying something (most likely), then after about 10 seconds, freeze framing it, playing a flashing red X in the lower right, and writing "Rejected." Yes, that is what I want to be when I am older.

My my my. I've written quite a bit. I think I have earned this -- I am going to go lay down, with the goal of getting a good night's sleep.

6:22 AM. Spur of the moment thought before I start getting ready for school -- has anyone, or have they not, noticed a great increase in grey scale pages? When I made mine, early in may, I did it because I thought I was bring original. Most of the sites I see doing this are apart of my webring, or are regular viewers. Not that I mind, I don't at all; if by some chance in hell they are copying me, I'm flattered. I just hope that this rage was not going on before I designed these -- I do not want to have jumped on a bandwagon and not even of known it.

But I already have new layout plans in the works -- and it should be out by July, maybe. I'm not sure.

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Sad, sorry, long day. I found out that freespeech.org has a bitch about having .zip files on your server, so for the past week everytime I sat for the hour or so to UL the files, freespeech.org would later come along and delete them. That pissed me off very much -- It's not fair. But it's all alright -- when I get my act together, I am going to just have it so people can DL them off my old Tripod account. So ha ha ha.

Something else that has me pissed is that people keep telling me, "I couldn't get your pictures to work, but that's ok." Underneath, it clearly says, "Coming soon." Meaning, it's not up yet. I am kind of waiting until I get to Alan's, because he has a much much much better scanner than I do yeah. It's something for me to do in those rare occurrences when I will have nothing to do while he is at work.

Teachers had to start wearing their ID cards today. I don't think they look that bad -- But I heard people talking all day "We're going to organize a day when no one will come to school with their ID cards." Why does everyone, anywhere, not just at my school, have a problem with things like this? Uniforms are things that I can understand that can cause people to want to rebel, special book bags, and all that great stuff -- but a simple name tag is nothing compared to any of those. Which is something my school could have easily done.

Ugh. Only 5 more days of school left. Then only 12 more days until I go to Alan's. It's a shame we could not get the flight on the 14th -- If my parents had gotten them earlier, like I told them to, then we would have been able to get the tickets for the 14th, before the price raised for about $500.

Me and Alan seem to be talking less and less... Alot of it has to do with the fact that I have been leaving so early, and neither of us has anything to talk about. It has me worried. Not extremely, but a little troubled.

Chit. I just remembered some work I was supposed to finish tonight for homework, Drivers Ed work, that needs to be turned in to save my grade from the huge dent I put in it yesterday with that test I bombed.