what happened?!?

dude. last night was ROUGH. i blame my (once) young cousin stephen for showing up and me getting so excited to see his cute little face that i started doing shots. i am fucking dumb. i don't recall um, leaving the bar, coming home, puking all night, nothing. i remember seeing all my girls i haven't seen in years (smores!keeldog!kristen dancer!) and just having the best time. it was just a great night of hanging out and seeing people you never see and rocking out to songs you love. however, i have paid today. i may die soon. i'll let you know.

well i really don't know if it matters and how so but...

yes, me & roger.

so we went to see less than jake last night and i just have to say that it was the BEST FUCKING CONCERT i've ever been to. i am super proud of myself that i'm an old lady, a mother, who still can go to concerts and be in front of the entire crowd (with the bruises to prove it) and be handed a handsome bassists picks in the middle of "johnny quest." so i was straight in front, as per usual, right in front of roger, amongst a horde of 14 year old girls who had never heard of "automatic", singing and dancing my ass off. fantastic. and as i mentioned before, roger straight out leaned over during the song and handed me his pick. cuz he loves me. we took paulie, which was fun too, and since paulie is the world's luckiest bastard (who met cKy the first time he saw them minus deron of course) he also met all of less than jake. i mean, as did we. they were hanging out after the show, and kevin got buddy to take a pic w/him and pissclam, and told everyone of them that it was paulie's first time seeing them. so cute. and he pushed me onto roger (who is very short)(and adorable)(i love him) and told him that i always manage to get right up front at every show and that no one loves him like i do (this was embarrasing, but luckily i had just drunken 2 beers in under 2 minutes so i was okay with it even tho it now reminds me of a certain peter kucharczyk moment. "do you like the pictures? do you like my hair cut? do you still love me?")and he was so nice (i wonder if these guys are on antidepressents when they meet these annoying ass fans yet can be sooooo fucking nice and not say like, go away.)and was like "i saw you rocking out in front. thank you for coming to the shows."("i love you. marry me...")
it was fucking awesome.
sigh.
i am so beat right now yet i have to go get ready for the show tonight. BEST FUCKING NEWS EVER (other than that i have a shitty blurry picture with roger) is that echo station has a HALLOWEEN show lined up on October 27th @ Paulie's Bar & Grill in elmsford. HURRAY. a chance to get dressed up and party after all. however, there is a terrible side to the excitement...what am i going to be?!?!?

holy funny website

this place may be better than youtube in its own, in yo face celebrity-obsessed way:
www.tmz.com
so far i've seen the crocadile hunter's sad yet god loving wife, avril lavigne spit at the camera and lindsey firecrotch smash her broken arm into a meter. idiot.

i smell like ketchup

just so you know...come out on friday if you can. kevin is hosting a fundraiser to benefit the Adam Storino Scholorship, so i think we should all get out there and support him.

had a total shit day, so i bailed on the "faculty meeting" cuz why the hell should i go waste my time? so i got young jules, and came home to veg before going to my aba kid. so i'll get there early and come home early, hurrah. my supervising teacher was quite the condescending beeotch today, just absolutely hating my experience. and i DO think she is threatened by me. as she should be.

tomorrow is less than jake. i'm seriously wondering how the hell i'm going to survive going to work, then working AFTEr that and then going to a concert...i may die.

deron miller is ever so wonderful. like you didn't know that already.

so this is what deron just posted on ask cKy:

the earth thrives on bullshit. its the only way society can continue. the only time people want you to be honest is when it benefits them...and incriminates you. for example..."Did you break my 30 seconds to mars cd?" "YES, IM SORRY, I JUST THOUGHT IT SUCKED"..."well, youre buying me a new one, asshole". lying and saying "no" would save you $20. they NEVER want you to be honest for the sole purpose of telling the truth..."what do you think of my band's demo?"..."TO BE HONEST, I THINK IT IS REALLY BAD AND NEEDS A LOT OF WORK"..."you're a dick!!!!!" from now on, i suggest everyone do the opposite of what is considered proper social etiquette. LIE your ass off, even when the truth would make the person happy...and tell the truth, to piss them off when necessary. after all, its their fault for asking.

notice he talks about the suckiness of that jared leto band. you go deron. some other asshole wrote a really nasty comment about him only making $$ cuz of the margera name. i would like to find whoever wrote that and punch him/her in their fucking face. people seriously suck. but its so true. back in the day, when i was a kid, and skid row was on dial MTV or whatever it was back then, and the new kids on the block were big, they were RIPPING them to shreds. because metal bands (yea, even hair metal bands) aren't supposed to dig lame ass dancey music. however, in the bullshit world of today, you see people who are supposedly all hardcore and punk banging hillary duff. (this is a true story. one of those boys who wears eyeliner. not jared leto...um...shit i don't remember. i'll look it up...oh yea, good charlotte. right?)(seriously, he is with hillary duff. sebastian bach wouldn't be banging debbie gibson, not in my day). although, now that i think about bands like good charlotte, they pretty much are like linsey lohan but with this alternapunky edge which is really just...IMAGE. i fucking hate image. i hate people pretending to be all nicey nicey to each other just so that they look good. trying to fit a certain mold so that they have a chance to sell records. who would be happy with that anyway?

i have no idea why i am on this rampage right now. i cannot believe some clueless asshole would write that to deron. why? i don't know. i told you i'm easily disturbed by things i find on the internet.

i am so tired. thinking i was cool myself today, i wore my favorite black boots, which while stylish, hurt like a motherfucker. ouch. i can hardly walk right now.

wanna know why orlando dumped kate?

fucking ew.
i love perezhilton.com...quite seriously the funniest site on the planet.

baby mutant ninja turtles...part deux

the new guys

i hope this slideshow works. i also hope juliet doesn't get salmonella cuz yes, she touched and held the boys. (no, she didn't pop them in her mouth).


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i'm bringing back the ninjas.

last night we went to the san genero festival in little italy like we do every year and we purchased some highly illegal teenage mutant ninja turtles, who are in fact young babies. 2 of them. they are named michaelangelo and donatello, and they are so small you want to pop them in your mouth. apparently, that is why they are so illegal, cuz in the 70s there was a salmonella scare cuz these eatable baby turtles were sold for like a dollar a piece to young stupid children who were immediately popping them in their mouths and thus obtaining said salmonella. (i did research when we got home last night cuz my mom said they were illegal cuz they were a choking hazard. haha). anyway, flav immediately sought the baby mutants out and tried to eat them, so they are in juliet's room now, safe and sound. i love them!

benefit.

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holy crap, lois.

it never ends. i had to leave work (ahem. i mean, student teaching. ie working for no $$) early cuz young jules had a rash. fanstastic. she's okay, its just some skin disease. i got an antibiotic. beautiful. anyway.

so they LOVE me at this school. i don't know what the deal is, but the word on the street is that they are all talking about how brilliant and natural i am, and want me to put in an application at city hall a.s.a.p. and the principal will be observing me...i am all aflutter! on one hand, you know how i feel about working in a classroom (oh you don't? i hate it!) on the other...if it's special ed. and it's not a huuuuuuuge class (like 6, 8 or 10) i may be into it...plus...if i get offered a job in a westchester school, um, it's pretty much too flattering to turn down. cuz it's IMPOSSIBLE to get a job in westchester schools. so we'll see...

so i've come to the conclusion that myspace has made the world a little too small for my own comfort. i have found people on there from my high school (my 1st high school) that have become like a legend in my mind...not real...fantasy...and the fact that i can look up all the info and likes and dislikes for people who like this. okay, for instance, when i was a freshman, i was a big douche. as christina and i like to comment, i was so socically retarded that when i tried to smile, i usually looked like a camel. (in other words, like a big douche). my first day of school, i was blindsided by this beautiful boy with long purple hair (john jay had the most beautiful boys in the WORLD)(i kid you not) and i, like a freshman douche, followed him onto his bus...which, you'll imagine, was not MY bus. looking back, i kind of wonder, what the FUCK were you thinking? but onto my original rant...myspace has taken the world of my past present and future (i assume) and made it into an easily accessable software program. i found said purple haired boy on myspace, and was like, no. this cannot be. but yes. there he was. and while i admired this young man from afar (along with many others, whom we called, loverboy, loverboy 2, and so on)i never spoke to him. but now i've SPIED on him. i know what his musical likes are. i know who his heroes are (okay, i have no idea who his heroes are. and while i'm on the subject, why the hell does myspace ask for your heroes? that is so random and ridiculous). it just boggles my mind.

like the title of this blog states, i do think waaay too much. maybe i'll go do some surveys to chill out :)

we're only gonna die from our own arrogence...

i am in a strange daze of exhaustion from doing absofuckinglutley nothing today. well except cleaning my house and putting my shit in the closet so that i have a normal semblence of a dining room table for once. and we're going out in about 20 minutes and i am sitting her in a tank top and barefoot with quite an afro yet i'm too lazy to get up and do anything about it. but i will. i assure you. but first i must write.
i love when i listen to 2 different versions of songs in a row. like 'we're only gonna die...' by bad religion first, then by sublime. it is a fun thing to do.
i finally went to the website perezhilton.com today, which is chock full of naughty gossip and dirty pictures of our favorite celebrity obsessions (and some girl who looks like lindsey lohan's vagina. i mean, full on vagina. it was very disturbing. and there was a weird tattoo. ew.)(and a very ugly picture of courtney love's cleavage. all fake tanned and horrid) but it also said that jared leto aka jordan catalano--he who loves to lean-- hates bloggers. and hopes they die a slow painful death. i wouldn't even presume to be a blogger whom he carries a hateful torch for, cuz what do i write about? my daughter being sick, and weird looking vaginas for christ sake. however, i must say that jared leto is in a fucking gayass emo band right now, and is all about the eyeliner, and from someone who has almost run him over, i say, along with other important bloggers who must have pissed him off down the line, fuuuuuuuuck off and stop playing that godforsaken music. (for the record, i have never even heard a song by jared leto's band. thus confirming his stated theory that bloggers do no research before posting their opinons. oh, jared! you got me!)
did anyone else watch the yankee celebration last night (fourhundredfuckingtimes?) so much sexual tension going on...derek jeter all like, "i hug aROD all the time, we've been together for a long time..." oh derek, rub my rod! also, that ugly bugeyed reporting lady who randy johnson so wanted to bang...he kept pouring the champagne all over her bug eyes...and all the while she was telling mariano that he makes her wet. i couldn't BELIEVE the shannanigans i was hearing from these people. the yankees were definately DRUNK off their balls.
my iPod is being a ballsack, for the record. i cannot add any cds for some reason. like, they're there, in words, but no music. well, i'm off to get ready for flava's favorite (and ours...) Red Lobster For The Sea Food Lover In You...
(admit it, its in ya head now).

i should tell you i'm disaster...

my young jules was home today, sick w/103 degree temperature. the doc took blood from her finger (she didn't cry; she said, look mommy its magic, as they sucked her blood up that tube thing) and they didn't like her white blood cell count. what does that mean? well, considering i had a cranky and crying baby trying to color, i didn't get a chance to really hear more than, keep your eye on her and if she has a fever tomorrow bring her straight in for more blood work.

i have (well, was supposed to have) my 1st formal student teaching observation tomorrow. my prof. just called and said not to worry she'll reschedule (what a fucking angel she is. i love her!) juliet seems okay ish right now (she's been asleep for 3 hours, and has been getting a lot of rest) so i hope that the fever is gone tomorrow. cuz i don't want anything serious to be wrong w/her.

lyzz is leaving on saturday to go back to north carolina. her husband is coming home from iraq for at least 6 months before they may ship him off again. we're going to try to see jackass number 2 friday night to say goodbye.

tomorrow is our 11 year anniversary. isn't that a very long time?

mrs. moscato died yesterday. i am heartbroken. tonight was adam's wake, and everyone who attended was just sick over how sad and awful it was. i think echo station and infectious by nature are doing a benefit show on the 29th of this very month. i have no details. when i do i'll share.

i feel nauseous. i will now retire to bed.

and i just was wondering, why are people so fucking negative? why do they take a good time or even an emotional time, and turn it into a negative energy shit fest? just pondering. i think i have to stop speaking to people. for a long time.

seriously

i just spent 1/2 hour trying to change my goddamn picture on this shitty site. why does the picture have to be such a small, crappy resolution in order for it to fit on here? something is not right.
so many sad things going on. my sister's best friend since she was 3's mother is very sick, and her hospice said that she prob. won't make it the next few days. i babysat for them every new year's eve, and they were like family. i just cannot stop crying.
a good friend of my brother in law (and much of port chester) died a couple of days ago in a motorcycle accident. everything is just very morose and terrible. i cannot imagine how these people feel and what their going thru, but i hope that they can carry on. i think there is going to be a benefit show for adam sometime in the next few weeks, so i'll keep everyone posted...
just trudging along w/my life. juliet breaks my heart every single morning, when i drop her of and she cries and cries and holds on to me. 'mommy i hold you!' it is the hardest thing in the world just leaving her. however, as a teacher i know that minutes after i leave she's fine. i've been on the other side of it...i know the drill. it doesn't make it ANY easier. my day starts off w/a poision in my stomach (i am actually listening to soul asylum's 'summer of the drugs' right this second and my old lover dave pirner just said 'i started out my teenage years w/a poison in my mouth...' so i really stole his words. god i used to love soul asylum!) a funny thing that that crazy jules does now is when she sings her abcs, she ends by saying, 'now i know my abcs, NOCHA NOCHA sing with me..." i laugh and laugh, and cannot bring myself to correct her. and sometimes she says, 'a b c d e f daddy...' ahahahahhaha she is crazy!
yay andy is home from school!!!

lazy sunday morning

the coziest girl known in the universe...

cold has moved to chest. decided to go out on boat. bad idea?

...finger on the trigger...

isn't it ironic that i just got an alumni invitation from cnr inviting me to a cooking class party next door at macmennemin's? and isn't it even more ironic that i may be planning on going to my hs reunion even tho i said i was so against it? and have you ever heard the spoof on alanis morrisette's 'ironic' entitled 'moronic' by self? it is so funny. as is the song 'titanic' which makes me laugh so hard every single time. because they say 'leonardo di caprio.' so funny!

i am listening to enuff z'nuff in tribute to the fact that vikki foxx is in danny cooksey's new band, arbuckle.

so i am avoiding discussing my life. i don't love student teaching. my schedule has indeed, within the course of 5 days, made me very sick. or gave me horrendous allergies. i guess its not as bad as it was on monday, but it still sucks. and its hard. at least i'll pretty much coast by as far as the cnr aspect of it is concerned. my teacher is nice, but she is not as open and teaching as ginny was. she has said that she really appreciates that i'm an experienced teacher and that i have helped her a lot. she also lets me do a lot of assessing, which i am thoroughly enjoying.

there are 2 boys in my class that have convinced me that i do in fact want a son when i get pregnant again. one is really good and one is really bad (really, really bad) but they are both so smart and cute, and i just adore them.

kids are pretty much bad.

my job is really fucking hard. it is not as sunshine and gumdrops as i had once thought. its esp. hard coming from managing 23 kids and being utterly exhausted. um. for some reason, every time i try to put on the song "soundtrack of my life" on my iPod the song "fucked" comes on. why???????? what is happened? why is my iPod suddenly haunted? we're going to see Rent! on tuesday, and then the following week is our 11 year anniversary (tomorrow is our 11 year anniversary of our 1st kiss. i know we're gay.) and then on the 28th, which is bam's 27th bday, we're going to see LESS THAN JAKE!!! i am ever so excited.

i am also very sick and cannot breathe.

just as i suspected

i hate student teaching.

can barely move, i'm so beat. i'll try tomorrow...

viva la mer

"breathe it in"

today, which was the last day of freedom before the 3 months of working-for-nothing, grueling and tight schedules, we took juliet for a ride on my father's small boat. his big boat got kind of fucked up in the big ernesto storm last saturday so he needed some insurance photos. so i thought it would be great. i really wanted to do something so fun for her. so my dad's like, juliet, wanna go for a ride on the boat? to which she replies, "will we go fast?" just like mommy! she rocks.

the ride was thrilling and fantastic. flying across the choppy waves with the wind and saltwater stinging my ears and eyes and throat, bumping up and down violently, laughing quite hysterically with my wild eyed baby clenched in my lap...it was the perfect ending to a beautiful summer...and after juliet started chanting "grandpa the grouch!" my dad even took us to the island. shell island. which was devastated (ish) in the storm...there is now a circumfrence of beach where there never was a beach. that is shown in my picture. how beautiful this day was. it was totally spontaneous and free (no packing lunch, drinks, bathing suits, calling up every relative, etc) and it was just fucking awesome.

much to my astonishment, i got REALLY cheap tix to see Rent next week. (i saw the movie which i instantly fell in love with altho trish tells me the movie sucks compared to the play so i'm so excited to see it!)i belong to a theater ticket discount group @ tdf.org (its for people who are educators, work in schools or are students). they have specials on certain plays on certain days/times. i NEVER expected to get the tickets so cheap and i nearly peed myself. we are going as a big, fun, wild group, and i cannot wait. i've listened to the soundtrack on repeat for 2 days (i watched the movie last night. this all transpired rather quickly).

on that note, i must comment on how much i love the day and age we are living in. vinny from less than jake said in one of his blogs (pickyourpoisons.com) that he is disheartened more or less by the technological advances of music and the fact that people don't buy cds anymore, they just copy a friend's iTunes list. to that i say, poo. i love the fact that i long to hear a cd that i don't own and at 11pm on a saturday night can open up napster or iTunes and either download it or purchase it. instant gratification. and from a music obsessed girl, instant gratification is a welcome change from spending my youth pining for a poison tape ($10 that i could NEVER afford) or begging my rich(ish) friend tara to bring in all her metal tapes so that i could make a copy of them. i do NOT long for the days when you had to have your mother drive you to a far away mall to purchase a tape because there was no place cool enough around for you to but them. i love the computer age. i want my music and i want it now. lars ulrich can suck my balls. (p.s. we pay for napster each month. don't sue me).

oysters and gold...

last night we went to the norwalk oyster festival w/jen and steve and their families. and what a delectable time we had. so much damn food. the place was so big and overwhelming, nothing like what i was expecting. it was great. very swampy, but great. also, we saw bo bice. if only it was last year! he sang mostly cover songs and andy remarked, i wish i could go across america singing cover songs. i said, no you don't. and said, oh yea. but it was cool. also, there were a lot of drunk 16 year olds. and something about mermaids. and $30 paper scotties.

i am finally settled w/student teaching. ish. i am in a kindergarten class room, the teacher and aide seem so nice. 23 fucking kids. crikey! oh well. only til the end of october, then its a 1st grade class (i think. i say i think because of course the assistant principal fucked up and didn't originally put me in a special ed. class. and keeps saying, well find out if you need a special ed. setting. HELLO. i DO. sigh). so i start monday. and so does juliet. and i am so sad. i have to drop juliet off at 8, and go over to barnard. juliet's school doesn't start until 9 (they have early drop off for working parents)(or whatever)so she CAN go early, but i feel so sad. like i won't be there for her first day of school. and her new babysitter is going to be picking her up at 11:30 :( i feel like crying right now. and I'M NOT EVEN WORKING YET. fuck that shit, i am going to leave for lunch at 11:30 (no matter what) and pick my jules up. being a mother and dealing w/all this shit KILLS me. i know juliet will LOVE school and love being w/nanny (the babysitter. she is my aunt's mother, so its a good situation)but i don't know, i feel so fucking guilty. i just need to get into the routine. i know, as per usual.

i just read this girl's blog and holy shit she was so illiterate. i know that i fuck up a lot of grammer in here, and spell like my balls, but duuuuuude. this girl was... well, i just sait it, illiterate. i'm not sure if she was writing in broken english or what. however, i got from it that she is a nanny now, and was once a porn star/stripper. WHY would you be a porn star/stripper and THEN become a NANNY? it just seems so backwards to me.

i want to mention that i had upgraded a new archnemesis. however, upon further consideration, i think i'm going to reelect my original archnemesis to be back to being most hated cuz i remembered how much i fucking HATE her. can you have 2 archnemesis'?

oh! speaking of which, andy finally figured out who his was. its al from westy's who got his ass fired back in the day. we saw this westy employee last night who we used to work with and he was telling us all the updates, and andy found out al was married and he was like "CURSES!" (with clenched fists and looking to the sky) and it clicked...al is indeed his archnemesis.

nothing is so loud as hearing when we lie...

i am just having some obsessive toad the wet sprocket moments. it happens once in awhile...usually like this: i get a song from 'pale' in my head, and i immediately realize how much i love ttws. so i put on 'pale'. and cry for every beautiful song which is pure poetry. then i'll put on 'dulcinea'. then comes fear. i'm on 'fear'. the last time i went thru the cycle was the day before we went to disney world when i took down the christmas decorations. what a great day.

so yes, i went and i did it and i have to say that as far as i can tell i have gotten my dream job. i freakin loved it!! it was of course seemless and perfect. why do i work myself up so? anyway. i'm beat to all holy hell right now. andy is bringing me some carvel cuz its a celebration bitches!

party girl

i'm obsessed with planning parties. what is wrong w/me? maybe i shouldn't have gone back to school to be a special educator; maybe i should have just started my own business...i love parties! i am so disappointed that we aren't doing a halloween party. it would have been such a rock and roll halloween, and right before echo station plays at cmj, so it would have been a good fun time to party with them before they leave us to be famous rockstars. oh echo station. what a fun time.

i've done so much these last few days to get ready for the hell that is my life. did i mention that my last day of student teaching is december 1st? oh hallelujah. december 1st is my favorite day of the year anyway cuz thats when we can put up the xmas tree and listen to xmas music and decorate the tree and house and start wearing my "i still believe in santa claus" tshirt. whooooooooohoo! i love christmas. i should have been a christmas elf.

so i start working today. i think i have a migraine because of it. i am so scared i might throw up. i ate mickeydees for lunch because i'm in a state of depression and horror.

i found the members of my 14 year old favorite band (um, that means from when i was 14 years old. which was indeed 14 years ago. oh the play on words)which was bad4good all on myspace. the drummer, brooks wackerman, who is in fact touring w/tenacious d this fall, is actually the current drummer for my fave band, bad religion. danny cooksey and zack young are both in other bands. i don't know much about them at all, but i love the boys so i love the bands. i nearly died inside cuz danny cooksey's band (http://www.myspace.com/arbuckle) also has vikki foxx who is the old enuff z'nuff drummer who i LOVED with all my heart. and i saw his pic on myspace and was like, hey that guy is hot. alas, it was my old love, vikki foxx. is that madness? and zack young, who i loved as a cousin, looks all glamorama which is just adorable to me. his myspace is (http://www.myspace.com/ai) i also found the bad4good myspace (hello, who is the heavenly person who makes these things?! these discoveries make me love myspace ever so much).

anyway enough about gushing about past musical loves. i am going to go try to do some stuff to make me mentally prepared for my first case. please wish me luck as i am shaking in my boots. even tho i am wearing mockasins.

did you ever have one of those days when everyone was on your case...

i hate today. i wish it would end.

labor day is for the birds...

so i had to observe this morning, and i was out of my house by 8 am to assure that i'd be there by 8:30. of course, i was there by 8:06, which left me a whole lotta time to sit and reflect. see, this morning as i drank my delicious chocolate raspberry coffee (courtesy of the dutchess county fair), i went over my first case. his iep, his goals, etc. and i was so overwhelmed that i immediately got a migraine. so much to keep in mind. and i know that once i get in there and start working w/him, i'll be okay. i mean, i'm good at what i do. i really really am. but my problem is that i HATE being new at something; i hate not being an expert. it drives me crazy. i hate not knowing what to expect. i hate the anticipation. i hate coming up with scenarios in my mind. i was even nervous about this observation this morning...why? all i had to do was sit and watch. and of course it went perfectly fine. and the therapist was wonderful and so helpful. but i'm still quite freaked out. it is even more frustrating bc i know that once i'm in, all will be well. so i try to tell myself that, but to no avail.

juliet has a fever of 100 today, so i'm pretty sure we are not going to labor day. even tho i have since given her medicine and put her in her crib to rest, and she is just screaming and carrying on like she's fine.

haha, i just reread that paragraph, and i notice that i use the term "labor day" as an actual thing to go to. let me explain. my family does this huge labor day picnic every single year, and its pretty much come to be known as "labor day" as an entity of its own. i really hate it. i'm not sad not to be going.

i feel like crizzap myself. i'm weak and spinny. fantastic. cannot wait to start working and school. blah.

plus, andy has to work all day. what the hell? i thought labor day was the international day to not work. right? get it? labor day? dumb.

myspace makes me so mad...

yet i still am contantly lurking about there. see what a few weeks off will do to a person? like, i look at my band websites, ltj or cKy or bad religion, and these retarded 11teen year olds are writing such annoying comments, like "you guys rock i love you" but in that weird spelling that only retarded children of the 2000s can do (i.e. paulie. what the fuck is he saying?? or rather what the fukk. god that is so annoying)and i don't know why exactly that bothers me, but alas, it sure does. i love that cKy took down their comments so that i don't get so easily annoyed. the internet is an annoying place for me because i am easily annoyed and yet i continue to lurk about and read comments. "i love this pic of you guys mwah!" why does it annoy me so?! and why am i the only one reading it? current mood: annoyed.

the young d is very sick. she has a fever and she keeps telling me, "mommy, i'm so sad. i'm sooooo tired." poor wellington. of course once summer ends and reality sets in, here we go again with her being constantly sick. awful.

so yea i STILL haven't heard back from my student teaching school. i have however finished 1/2 of my observations and will complete them on monday morning (fuck labor day. or fukk labor day)and be set to start working on tuesday. whoopee.

i'm trying to take the next free couple of days and get organized. so with that in mind, i've been sitting on the computer fucking around on myspace.

apparently deron miller's wife is pregant with baby number 2. i don't know why this makes me so bummed. when i called rebecca to tell her the "bad news" she automatically assumed that my "bad news" was that chad was dead. what the fuck is wrong with us?! the good(ish) news is that the newest sleepaway camp movie starring the lovable cKy as easily killable camp counselers is due out on halloween.

have i mentioned that echo station may be hosting a wicked halloween bash? its in the works, and i'm seriously trying. i'll keep ya'll posted.

okay, i'm going to try to post this piece of hilarity here. it makes me die inside. because i often feel this way, about certain people: