It's been at least over a year since I last logged on here. Probably more. I'm only updating so they won't delete this diary like they did my other one. My 9th and 10th grade memories are very important to me. I'm graduating next week. These diaries are better than facebook/myspace. My friends list has dwindled from like a million to eight. I only remember who one of them is. Ain't life a pip? Love ya

Since my actual 16th birthday on the 20th really really sucked, today is my new sweet 16 so wish me a Happy Fake Birthday, k? Happy Birthday to me!!

Friday night I went to see The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants with Shea, Nikki, LT, and Christian. It was really good, it was a tear jerker though. After the movie we went to Barnes and Noble and bought a gay magazine and started the Sisterhood of the Traveling Gay Magazine. We're going to take it with us places and have people sign it. Then we have to write each other letters about what happened to us when we had the gay magazine. haha. Saturday night was Nikki's party and she came to pick me up in a limo. It was so awesome. We had such an adorable driver too. He was this cute little old man named Bob, I wanted to marry him. We went to this place that looks over all of Pittsburgh and took a bunch of pictures of us up there. Then we went to Wildwood Highlands. I am seriously the worst Go-Kart driver on earth. The guy kept yelling at me because I kept bumping into this kid who I've never seen before and thought I was doing it on purpose. Then we slept over Nikki's and played a bunch of games. It was tres fun. I went over my gramma's all day yesterday for my dad's birthday. So yeah. And today I'm going shopping for Paris. :) My Sweet 16 is a week from today but I won't be here a week from today because I'll be in Paris so my next update will be after it. Also, if you want a postcard in Paris, IM me with your address, unless you're really daring and you want to put it on this site. Au revoir!

Proud to say I survived tenth grade. Which means one thing: NO MORE CHEM!!!! I HATED THAT CLASS SO MUCH AND IT'S ALL OVER NOW!!!!!! That said, here's an update: Yesterday was the last day of school but I didn't go so I guess that last day of school for me was Wednesday. We got all of our finals back, I did okay on them but I wish I would've done better. School was fun though because everyone was going crazy. We blew up a squash by the river in Chem. It smelled like crap, we were all like dying. After school me and Nikki went tanning. I kind of fried myself to death lol. Thursday I kind of rolled out of bed and went to school in my pygamas to drop off my chorus dress. Then I just went back home and fell asleep. At like 2, Steph and Shea came over and we hung out for a while at my house and then went over Steph's and kind of dipped our feet in her pool. Then we went to graduation. I was so sad when Christian graduated- I'm really surprised that I didn't cry. We saw a really hot kid there. It was fun. Then me, Steph, Shea, Nikki, LT, and Ashley walked up to Giant Eagle and bought a thing of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream and a bunch of animal spoons. We saw Becca working there. I haven't seen her in forever. Then we sat in Nikki's driveway and ate the ice cream and yelled things at the strangers walking by. Then we all went over LT's house to go swimming. We made a whirlpool and it was rad. Then I walked back to my house and fell asleep. Shopping today and then movies and the tomorrow I'm going shopping with my gramma and then Sat. night is Nikki's sweet 16 party which is a surprise. I'm so excited. Paris is Wednesday! Woo! Hope you're having an awesome summer!

I like how a song can completely changed my mood from completely panicked and about to break down to totally calm. So here you go: Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these broken wings and learn to fly All your life You were only waiting for this moment to arise. Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these sunken eyes and learn to see All your life You were only waiting for this moment to be free. Blackbird fly Blackbird fly Into the light of the dark black night. Blackbird fly Blackbird fly Into the light of the dark black night. Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these broken wings and learn to fly All your life You were only waiting for this moment to arise You were only waiting for this moment to arise You were only waiting for this moment to arise.

Damian Which Mean Girl are you? brought to you by Quizilla Cool pic of (from left to right) Steph, LT, Shaina, and me at the silver pillow display in the Warhol.

Bah. I had this big long entry about everything that happened since I last updated and then as soon as I went to save it, SIT SIGNED ME OUT AND THE ENTRY DISAPPEARED!!!! And it was a looooooooooooooong entry. It had every excruciating detail of what I did in April and early May. I think I may type up Fl again, more for my own benefit so that I can always remember what happened. Perhaps once I type this up, assuming it doesn't bad mouth anyone, I will post it. Anyway the short and short of it was I went to Florida April 13-17 (I think) The first day was in Epcot, second in Magic Kingdom, and third was MGM. It was fun. I roomed with Haley, Ashley, and LeighAnn. Hilarity ensued. Mr. Fox got really sick and puked a lot. A week later I got really sick and puked a lot. I blame Fox. I was too sick to go to the Greenday concert :'( I took a bus to the Warhol musuem with LT, Steph, and Shaina It was fun. It was also empowering. We saw an auto repair shop called Dyke Automotive. We took a picture of it. Everything else was mediocre. Oh yeah. I really screwed up my sunless tanner. I'm just gonna get cancer, I've decided. I found donuts in my locker a couple of weeks ago. I found out today Chrissy put them in there so now I'm sad because I never ate them because I didnt know where they came from. I love Chrissy. I finally updated my sit. Not a very good update, but an update nontheless.

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines he wrote a poem And he called it "Chops" because that was the name of his dog And that's what it was all about And his teacher gave him an A and a gold star And his mother hung it on the kitchen door and read it to his aunts That was the year Father Tracy took all the kids to the zoo And he let them sing on the bus And his little sister was born with tiny toenails and no hair And his mother and father kissed a lot And the girl around the corner sent him a Valentine signed with a row of X's and he had to ask his father what X's meant And his father always tucked him into bed at night And was always there to do it Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines he wrote a poem And he called it "Autumn" because that was the name of the season And that's what it was all about And his teacher gave him an A and asked him to write more clearly And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because of the new paint And the kids told him Father Tracy smoked cigars And left butts on the pews And sometimes they would burn holes That was the year his sister got glasses with thick lenses and black frames And the girl around the corner laughed when he asked her to go see Santa Clause And the kids told him why his mother and father kissed a lot And his father never tucked him into bed at night And his father got mad whenever he cried for him to do it. Once on a paper torn from his notebook he wrote a poem And he called it "Innocence: A Question" because that was the question about his girl And his professor gave him an A and a strange steady look And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because he never showed her That was the year Father Tracy died And he forgot how the end of the Apostle's creed went And he caught his sister making out on the back porch And his mother and father never kissed or even talked And the girl around the corner wore too much makeup That made him cough whenever he kissed her but he kissed her anyway because that was the thing to do And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed his father snoring soundly That's why on the back of a brown paper bag he tried another poem And he called it "Absolutely Nothing" Because that's what it was really all about And he gave himself an A and a slash on each damned wrist And he hung it on the bathroom door because this time he didn't think he could reach the kitchen. This is from The Perks of being a Wallflower, I didn't write it. I also didn't write the title. I have written nothing other than this, just now.

You know what? I think I might not be a sprinter... Okay at Friday's track practice we did a 600, two 400s, a 300, and a 200 I think, don't quote me on that. So the first one I was pretty much with Blair (who was first) the whole time and two four hundreds I was and the three hundred. But then I totally sucked at the 200 and got next to last or maybe last, I can't remember. And then at the scrimmage, I ran the 100 and got off the blocks all weird which is probably why I was last since I'm really not that slow. But when it was over, everyone was like gasping for air and I was like *chill* which made me think hmmmm...maybe I'm not trying Which I'm not, I keep running instead of sprinting. And the same thing happened on the 200 except in the 200 I was sprinting then I was like, I don't really feel like sprinting anymore even though I wasn't tired and started running. I just like to run better than sprint. Running helps me relax and I just feel better when I do it. Sprinting is more like you start panting and your legs hurt and you completely hate it and want to get it over with. I like the feeling I get when I'm running, I don't want to get all tired out from some stupid race where I pushed myself to my limit. Because I don't push myself, I just can't. My brain's like, umm maybe you try a little harder and my body's just like, no, i like this pace, screw you. Me: Dad, I have no motivation to run. Dad: You run to win! Me: I don't care if I win... Dad: Then I don't know what to tell you. I don't really think I'm a long distance runner either- I don't know what I am.

Yesterday was actually a really good day. Fifth period English came up with this rumor that a seventh grade girl was caught playing with herself in the bathroom. The entire school knew about it by seventh period. And I completely fell for it and was spreading it too. I guess they call it Rumorview for a reason. We had a fire drill during lunch, Gary was like, "This is just Mr. K's way of getting everyone out of the school so he can talk to that girl, Will you do that for me?" After school, track wasn't bad at all. Kieno had to leave early so he let us out at 4:15 which was nice. Unfortunately, after that, I started sneezing like crazy and figured out that I'm getting seasonal allergies. I've been sneezing ever since even though I got medicine. Last night Haley, Yuliya, Steph, Shea, and I went to see The Ring 2. Haley, Steph, and I decided that if got too scary we'd leave and go shopping. About halfway through, I was pretty scared because it was freaking scary. Then Yuliya told me that Haley had asked if we wanted to leave yet because she was even more scared than I was. So me and Haley left (Steph decided to stay) and went to Barnes and Noble and then Paneras. Everything else was closed which was kind of sucky. Your Brain is 60.00% Female, 40.00% Male Your brain is a healthy mix of male and female You are both sensitive and savvy Rational and reasonable, you tend to keep level headed But you also tend to wear your heart on your sleeve What Gender Is Your Brain? You Belong in 1966 1966 If you scored... 1950 - 1959: You're fun loving, romantic, and more than a little innocent. See you at the drive in! 1960 - 1969: You are a free spirit with a huge heart. Love, peace, and happiness rule - oh, and drugs too. 1970 - 1979: Bold and brash, you take life by the horns. Whether you're partying or protesting, you give it your all! 1980 - 1989: Wild, over the top, and just a little bit cheesy. You're colorful at night - and successful during the day. 1990 - 1999: With you anything goes! You're grunge one day, ghetto fabulous the next. It's all good! What Year Do You Belong In?

I've been very very sore all day long. This is odd because I wasn't very sore Tuesday or even yesterday for that matter. But today, yes, very sore. However, I took a bath with these wonderful Burts bees wax things that make you no longer sore so I'm feeling a lot better. I got my progress report today...I did really really well actually. My grades were almost as good as they were last year which is saying something because my grades were ethereal last year. I know it is very braggy to say that your grades were ethereal but they were. And my grades aren't nearly as good as they used to be so I thought I'd get in that bragging right before it vanished. So anyway, my grades are the best they've been all year which makes me a very happy girl. I think I'm going to walk down to Giant Eagle and buy a lot of hippy food. I've decided to become a masterful vegetarian chef. Anyway, all is zen avec moi, hope it's the same for you. ::Edit:: I just made pasta and sauteed mushrooms to go over it. It was without a doubt the best thing I've eaten in months. Which goes to show how I've been eating for the past couple of months.

The sun was shining on the sea, Shining with all his might: He did his very best to make The billows smooth and bright -- And this was odd, because it was The middle of the night. The moon was shining sulkily, Because she thought the sun Had got no business to be there After the day was done -- 'It's very rude of him.' she said, 'To come and spoil the fun!' The sea was wet as wet could be, The sands were dry as dry. You could not see a cloud, because No cloud was in the sky: No birds were flying overhead -- There were no birds to fly. The Walrus and the Carpenter Were walking close at hand: They wept like anything to see Such quantities of sand: 'If this were only cleared away,' They said, 'it would be grand.' 'If seven maids with seven mops Swept it for half a year, Do you suppose,' the Walrus said, 'That they could get it clear?' 'I doubt it,' said the Carpenter, And shed a bitter tear. 'O Oysters, come and walk with us! The Walrus did beseech. 'A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk, Along the briny beach: We cannot do with more than four, To give a hand to each.' The eldest Oyster looked at him, But never a word he said: The eldest Oyster winked his eye, And shook his heavy head -- Meaning to say he did not choose To leave the oyster-bed. Out four young Oysters hurried up. All eager for the treat: Their coats were brushed, their faces washed, Their shoes were clean and neat -- And this was odd, because, you know, They hadn't any feet. Four other Oysters followed them, And yet another four; And thick and fast they came at last, And more, and more, and more -- All hopping through the frothy waves, And scrambling to the shore. The Walrus and the Carpenter Walked on a mile or so, And then they rested on a rock Conveniently low: And all the little Oysters stood And waited in a row. 'The time has come,' the Walrus said, 'To talk of many things: Of shoes -- and ships -- and sealing wax -- Of cabbages -- and kings -- And why the sea is boiling hot -- And whether pigs have wings.' 'But wait a bit,' the Oysters cried, 'Before we have our chat; For some of us are out of breath, And all of us are fat!' 'No hurry!' said the Carpenter. They thanked him much for that. 'A loaf of bread,' the Walrus said, 'Is what we chiefly need: Pepper and vinegar besides Are very good indeed -- Now, if you're ready, Oysters dear, We can begin to feed.' 'But not on us!' the Oysters cried, Turning a little blue. 'After such kindness, that would be A dismal thing to do!' 'The night is fine,' the Walrus said, 'Do you admire the view?' 'It was so kind of you to come! And you are very nice!' The Carpenter said nothing but 'Cut us another slice- I wish you were not quite so deaf- I've had to ask you twice!' 'It seems a shame,' the Walrus said, 'To play them such a trick. After we've brought them out so far, And made them trot so quick!' The Carpenter said nothing but 'The butter's spread too thick!' 'I weep for you,'the Walrus said: 'I deeply sympathize.' With sobs and tears he sorted out Those of the largest size, Holding his pocket-handkerchief Before his streaming eyes. 'O Oysters,' said the Carpenter, 'You've had a pleasant run! Shall we be trotting home again?' But answer came there none -- And this was scarcely odd, because They'd eaten every one. -- Lewis Carroll

Hmmmm...I really wanted to do track because I love to run and it always calms me down. Except I never know when crap happens for it...I always find out afterwards. Well whatever, screw it. I'm going to the Green Day concert. I seriously can't wait. It's almost already sold out. I'm going to go for a run now before I kill someone. ::By the way, I went through and edited this::

My computer has been broken for a really long time. It still kind of sucks. I can't get on IM. There was a really bad fire in Tarentum. The 17-year-old (and his family) who died was Christian's boyfriend's best friend. That's so sad. Please pray for their family and friends. By the way, my computer won't let me comment for some reason so I heart you too, B. Don't waste your time on me, you're already the voice inside my head...