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Would you like to spend the rest of your day cringing and shaking your head? Well, HEY! Here’s some snippets of my previous journals! They guarantee to make you throw up a bit.
Yea, Christmas is gettin just a bit stressful. Anyway, Brian leaves for Miami on Sunday. :( We were talking about us going to Miami. Ah, such a nice dream to have. And I don’t care if I sound OBSESSED. Maybe I am, but I’ve been going out with him for over two months now (unlike barely over a week for some folks) so people can say whatever the heck they want. I don’t care.
Merry Christmas/Happy Kwanzaa/Happy Hannakuah!!!
Whoa. I just finished spraypainting my social science fair and science fair backboards. I brought them inside, but had to put them back out because of the fumes. Lordy, I’m getting a bit dizzy.. anyway, Brian hasn’t been online today. He said if he doesn’t feel better by tomorrow he’s not going to school. Which I totally understand. I want him to feel better. Anyway, I worked all day today and worried about all the stuff due.. and NOTHING IS DUE TOMORROW. So I’ll probably read my stupid book all day tomorrow in school. I can’t believe I chose friggin’ Jane Eyre. I’m an idiot! Mom told me to choose a book I hadn’t read.
I mean, why are some people not happy? That’s what I want to know. I think I’m pretty cheerful all of the time. I even try and act like I’m pissed off and it just doesn’t work. Oh well, whatever floats my boat. I mean, even my best friend complains about not being happy. They say stuff like I’m too cheerful, I don’t see life for what it really is. They say I’m just looking at what I want to and not what’s really going on. Which in a way.. is true. I don’t know anything about the stuff that’s going on with Iraq. Do I really care. Not really. I mean, I care that we are going to war and stuff, but it’s not a big issue for me. I don’t worry about it and talk about it all the time like some people I know. I really think I’d rather talk about what’s going on in our lives. Yea, that is happening.. but I hate politics. I wanna talk about who’s doing what this weekend. I wanna find out who broke up with who. And no, I’m not materialistic or anything. I just have stuff I’d rather worry about than crap I don’t like anyway.
Next topic.. acting. I love acting. It’s a passion of mine. Well, back up. I love comedy. I want to be a great comedienne/actress when I get older. Lucille Ball is my IDOL. You see, I’m the type of person who will do ANYTHING to get people to laugh at me. I do impersonations and movie skits. I do voices and accents. It’s fun and I’ll go ahead and say that most of my friends think I’m pretty funny. So that’s what I plan on doing with my life. But my drama teacher, Mr. Mann, is NOT a drama teacher. He’s a chorus teacher and had to teach drama because Ms. Thrower, the normal drama teacher, had to have two psychology classes. So I got the crappy drama class, dammit. I want the good one! I will get her the next three years I take it though. So hopefully I can become a real actress.
Alright, and yet another topic. Bekah. I was talking to her today after school about ‘labels’ and ‘groups’. I asked her what she was ‘classified’ as. I guess most people would say weirdo or psycho or punk. I don’t know though so I went ahead and asked. She said she listened to punk music but didn’t know if she had a group. I told her people told me I was a prep. She looked dead at me and said, ‘Who said that?’ I told her people and she goes, ‘Sam, you don’t have to be a prep. Be whatever you want to be.’ So I told her I was Samantha. She goes, ‘See, that’s awesome. You don’t have a genre. You should tell people that.’ Then we decided that we aren’t in a genre, we are the genre. There’s a Bekah genre. And there’s also a Samantha genre. And that’s that. xD
I was supposed to go to Stone Mountain today with Brian after he got back from church, but his mom said it was going to be too cold so we’re just going to go see ‘How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days’ and then go back to his house. I have to be home by 11:30 though. I guess that’s a nice long time. I have to clean my room before then though or else I can’t go. And I also just started my ‘womanhood’ again. Dangit. Oh well, no major cramps……….yet.
She always does this when I want something. She told me to think about it because my Dad’s gonna blow his top and get all pissed off and angry. I don’t care. It’s not about him or her. It’s about something that I want. I hardly have anything in this house to call my own and I’m taking full care of her. It’s mine and Brian’s responsibility and I know it’s going to bring us a hundred times closer. I just wish she’d understand that. I don’t care though. I’m getting a rabbit and that’s all there is to it.
*cues Patrick voice* And if they don’t like, they can suck my penis.
Editor’s Note: Patrick was this kid in my 9th grade health class that was really, really country. He also wore one of those cropped football shirts that showed off his belly during gym class. He routinely said “You can suck my penis” in this monotone, country voice and OH MY GOD, I’m laughing so hard right now just hearing it in my head. I guess you had to be there, right? Right.
Then, we packed up our stuff and he called Monica. Then, we just hung out and had a hilarious time! We were daring each other to go into the ‘other gender bathrooms’ and laughing at the guy who was in there for twenty minutes and flused the toilet twice. It was so great.
I say the impulse decision maker because I’m sitting here with an Avon magazine someone left at work and I found a ton of stuff I want in it. The more I look through the catalogue, the more I’m like “WOW, that’s cute… and so cheap! I want it! Oh, this magazine’s cute. That nail polish looks fun. OH MY GOD LOOK AT THE SCARVES!”. And this led to me thinking, “Hey, I could sell Avon! I bet they get discounts and just LOOK at that outfit!” I immediately went to the computer and started looking up the Avon and mark. websites to figure out how to become a consultant. And then I said, “Yo, Sam. That’s a great idea and all and IMMA LET YOU FINISH, but you know you can’t sell nothin’ like that!”
And that’s when I thanked the good Lord up above for Kanye West (like I always do before every meal and on the strike of every hour) and stopped myself.
Because I may be really bad at deciding which restaurant to eat at or whether or not I feel like wearing boots or flats, but when I get an idea, I FUCKING RUN WITH IT. I’m talking A Sprint For the Finish Line While That Bad Guy From Die Hard Played by Alan Rickman Is Following You and Screaming Halt, You Stupid Bitch run. It’s intense shit. And I have to calm myself down. Because I don’t know the first thing about what I’m doing with these ideas, I just know THAT I WANT IT AND I WANT IT NOW. GET ME A GOLDEN GOOSE EGG.