8-20-00
Well, it's the last hour and a half of summer.  Sad, isn't it?  Normally my night would just be starting, or already started or whatever.  My mother and I had a screaming match earlier over the stupidest thing: what I was going to wear the first day.  She's going on about how I always wore my boots and blue jeans and I should wear a skirt the first day of school, and I'm going why the crap do you care?  What does it matter? Why can't I just be comfortable and wear jeans?  So who knows what I'll come to school in tomorrow.  How bout I just don't wear anything.  That would solve everything.  Jeez.
So now I'm listening to some nice music and chilling in front of my computer trying to lower my blood pressure.  I'm gonna stay up until eleven!  Can you believe it?  So late!  Extreme sarcasm there.  I have to watch La Femme NIkita, of course.  This is the first part of the three-part season finale.  I'm excited.  Except it's about Nikita escaping Section One, which has been beaten to death since that's what every season finale for that show is about.  My summer reading essays are really bad.  I put a lot of thought into them, but...not enough because they suck.  Ah, I wonder what I'll be doing the first day of journalism.
It was Clay's birthday yesterday and a couple of us went out to dinner.  I wore my rock star outfit, which is composed of my black shiny pants and bright pink shirt.  Bitchin' man.
I spent over an hour at the official Jump, Little Children website today.  I dont know what to make of all this Bobbyism stuff.  I don't think it's true but that's an awful lot of stuff to make up.  lol, I'm gullible, I"ll believe anything if it sounds good.  I'M LOCKER #257.  Just letting you know.
Bob Seger's "Night Moves" has to be one of the greatest songs ever.  It epitomizes summer.
Do you ever tell people what they want to hear just so the conversation will end?  You know, little things that don't matter what you say either way.  Sometimes it's just easier to do that.
I wasn't going anywhere with that.
tomorrow's the first day of school! aaaaaaahhh!!!!!
6 am is going to come awfully early.
My rants seem to be getting shorter and shorter.  I just have nothing to talk about on here right now.  Let's see if I can think of something.
I'm scared of Mrs Rhoades, I'm thankful I don't have Ms Matteson again, I dropped out of AP Latin, I"m a junior this year, i can't wait till i'm a senior and can beat up little risko.  mwaha.
OK, you know my locker number, so you have to come by and see my actual locker.  I love decorating my locker, seeing as how it's my home for 9 months.  I'm going to have my tiny hedgehog in there for the 3rd year in a row, as well as the blue seal and Mr Bigglesworth.  My locker's a festive place, really.  If it was big enough I'd live in it.  Maybe not.  I might try, though, if my mother doesn't get off my case about what I wear.
Is there one thing that your parents don't stop nagging you about?  See, my dad doesn't nag me about anything.  But my mother, being the Virgo that she is, can only nag.  Agh, if it's not one thing it's another.
8 weeks, Clay.  8 weeks.
I feel in a way that I wasted my summer by sleeping all the time.  Or by staying home.  I wish I could have traveled more and gone someplace really special and new.  Now that my summer's over, and I can't believe it is, I'm resigning myself to the fact that for the next nine months I will be a sleep deprived, strung out, stressed out, fed up student.
I hope you enjoyed your summer.
I'll see you in school tomorrow.