It's been a year. A year of good stuff with my Donny.

This time last year I was a complete mess. I still am but I have my boy.

No matter how much I bitch and whine and moan about him or the stupid stuff that happens. I just want everyone to know:

I LOVE DONNY CALTRIDER WITH ALL MY HEART!

yep. I said it.

I love you, baby.

<3333333 x a ba-zillion

Everytime someone says college, I panic a little on the inside. I start thinking about everything I need to do while stuff keeps piling on top and I never make it to the bottom of the pile.

I've finally started to take action.

Scholarships, applications, recommendations, transcripts are almost all done. I'm taking the SATs one more time and I hope to god that I do better.

I've started to take initiative. I need to do my psych homework: it's not due til friday. Fine. I'll do it thursday. I need to stop that. So I'm going to do it during NCIS tonight.

I need to shape up or else none of my dreams will come true. Oh man.

Senior packets make me sad. Looking through all the old pictures make me nostalgic. I feel detached, like those were the days.

But overall life's okay. The Red Badge of Courage is almost done with. My research paper is progressing.

My birthday is in 19 days. My anniversary with Donny is in 21.

It's amazing how a year has passes. How everyone has changed, how we won't be here next year, but at college, some at home and some in a dorm.

But I'll get through stuff, and I plan to have a lot of fun on the way.

I'm going to live out the rest of this year to the fullest.

HECK YES SENIORS '07!!!

If you made it this far I congratulate you.

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comment, babes.

Five years ago our lives changed.

This morning all that was on was stuff about 9/11. Five years? was it really?

Seventh grade. Second period. Ms. Stowe's class. Something was wrong. We didn't know what. Then at lunch they started calling names of students for early dismissal. I went home with my mom and brother into our tiny town house with our dad that we were living in until our house was ready to move into ten days later.

In five years everyone has changed. I'm a senior in high school.  I have a boyfriend and amazing best friends, I've been in plays. I've sang in Carnegie Hall.

I watched the spouses, and significant others of the people fallen five years ago speak of their loved ones, and now I know what strength is. They have made it. Five years without their true loves. Without their support. Without their voices. Those people are so strong and I have so much respect for them. Would I be able to stand up and say my husband's name who died five years ago? Would I even be alive? I have no idea. What would I do without my best friend, supporter, the person I was supposed to live my life forever with? I don't want to think about it.

I'm so greatful for everything. For Donny. For my family. For my friends that I hadn't even met five years ago.

Yet, we still aren't any better off than we were five years ago. We're older. Bush is more of a douche-bag and getting worse because he doesn't have to worry about getting reelected. Jerk. We still can't take a nail file on the air plane. And Iraq is still in disorder.

But still heroes have surfaced but don't really want to be recognized as such (at least the REAL ones don't). They are ordinary people who helped. Who risked their lives for others, not for fame, because it was the right thing to do. Most people can't say that.

We live in a world full of jerks but there are always the few that are good. Good in a world full of evil.

Thank you. I remember. For always. And I'll always be thankful for my life and the rest of the people I care about.

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It's not for certain but here it is.

Senior Year Schedule

Quarter 1

Mod 1- American Revolution and Civil War Bingham

Mod 2- Honors Psychology I

Mod 3- A Day Honors Festival Chorus- Mrs. Keith

            -B Day Independent Study- Seibel

Mod 4- AP Literature and Composition Bontekoe

Quarter 2

Mod 1- Ancient and Medieval History- Tabatsko

Mod 2- Honors Psychology I

Mod 3- A Day Honors Festival Chorus- Mrs. Keith

            -B Day Independent Study- Seibel

Mod 4- AP Literature and Composition Bontekoe

Quarter 3

Mod 1- Honors Calculus- Groft

Mod 2- International Studies- Nelson

Mod 3- A Day Honors Festival Chorus- Mrs. Keith

            -B Day Independent Study- Seibel

Mod 4- AP European History

Quarter 4

Mod 1- Honors Calculus- Groft

Mod 2- Drama I- Gore

Mod 3- A Day- Honors Festival Chorus- Mrs. Keith

            -B Day- Independent Study- Seibel

Mod 4- AP European History

I'm bored.

I wish I had something to do. I want a job, but I don't have one because no one wants to hire me. I don't know why. I have no money. I just want to do something, go somewhere. But I watch Charlie during the day so I can't do anything then. And I don't have a car. I wish I did, but the no money thing totally screws me over. ARGH!

I leave for vacation on saturday. I'm going to look like a cow on the beach. horray. not.

I'm a fatty but I have no motivation to do anything, I just sit at the computer all day long and eat. I'm just a fat cow. I just want to be thin, dammit.

grrrr. I need something but I don't know what.

Well kids.

Here's a new blog.

I feeling really fat lately. My parent's have been picking and picking at me again. I'm really fine with where I am. I should exercise a little more. But I never have time...

grr..

I'm exhausted. and have so much stuff to do. I'm pretty much draggin along.

Mer. This is kinda pointless. Sorry for the crap....

1. YOUR PORN STAR NAME
(name of first pet + street you live on):
Rusty Upper Forde

2. YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME
(grandmother's/father's first name + favorite snack):
Janet Chocolate

3. YOUR FASHION DESIGNER NAME
(first word you see on your left + favorite restaurant):
Body Chocolate

4. YOUR "FLY GIRL/GUY" NAME
(first initial + first three letters of your last name):
L. Mur Hahahhahaha!

5. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME
(favorite animal + name of high school):
Cat North Carroll

6. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME
(middle name + city where you were born):
Suzanne Towson

7. OUR OPPOSITE SEX NAME
(name of sibling/parent [opposite sex] + cell phone company you use):
Charlie Verizon

8. YOUR STAR WARS NAME
(first 3 letters of your last name + last 3 letters of mother's maiden name + first 3 letters of your pet's name):
Muridychl

Heehee!

So darlin's this is all new to me. So here's my post from Xanga, and we'll go from there.

I hate my brother. He thinks everything bad that he does is funny.

He stole my Green Day CD. WTF? He's eight years old. He does NOT need to be listening to Green Day and my parents don't think he should either. So we're home alone today and I turn on my stero. My fucking Green Day CD is missing. It's happened before and I'm pissed! Like RAGING pissed. I barely held myself back from hitting him, cause I know if I do he'll run and call DADDY. Wah Wah Wah. I just get so pissed off when he does stupid shit like that. And the whole time I was yelling at him, he was smirking. Like "Haha, you can't do anything to me!" Stupid little brothers! ARGH!

But my parents always let him off. If they ground him for a week, he's off in about two days! WTF? If I was grounded I would have the ENTIRE sentance, and more!!!!

Well, happy birthday to me!

I'm off to go shopping for party stuff.