2005-04-27

Save, Save!

Ever felt sick to your stomach, hugry, and full at the same time? Stress time! Why? I really don't know. Parents, school, social interaction (lack thereof also), obligations, promises, emptiness, fullness, unsureness, and etc-ness. This post is one in which I will complain. Where is my warm safe place? I want to hide.

Friday was the best day I've had in a long time after the some of the worst days I've had in a while. Saturday was okay at first and got better and better as the day went on. Sunday was a wasted day filming nothingness. Monday was a day which I cannot remember. Tuesday was okay.

Today was good at first but then came the Save. Our movie for English is an advertisement for the American Dream: Fame. David Bowie! I spent well over 2 hours forcing Anthony to butcher scenes we didn't need and change the theme song to Fame by David Bowie. Windows Movie Maker crashed more times than I could count. Anthony and I started singing Fame and replacing the word fame with the word save to remind us to save every 5 seconds! Why is it only Wednessday? I'd actually be looking forward to the weekend but I have an indefinite amount of too much time my hands and at undefined times. This means that I am always stressing over the fact that in 5 min I could somewhere that I don't want to be doing something I don't want to do, but I could also be having fun in 5 min. I never know. It's not so much the fact that I have too much time on my hands at any given time. The horrible part for me is that I never know when any plan I make will be ruined in seconds time due to a sudden urgent call for work from above. Basically, I can never ever make a plan and be more than 60% sure I will be able to do my plan. It's the show that never ends. I wish I couldn't attend. What was that promise that you made?

10 Comments:

  • All you have to worry about is whether or not you'll actually be carrying out the plans you made? That's not much to worry about..

    tutwabee: i am a girl
    tutwabee: weee

    You do need some more sleep...

    By Taylor, at 9:18 PM  

  • screw sleep... I rarely can carry out the plans I made. That means I can't ever make plans. They will most likely be ruined. If I need to know for sure whether or not I'm going to do something, I can't.

    By T-Ray, at 9:21 PM  

  • so just make things up on the fly, and see where you wind up, and go from there. Plans are not a major thing to worry about.

    By Taylor, at 9:23 PM  

  • MutantFrk: stale blue peeps
    MutantFrk: out of trey's room

    ~you know taylor I'd worry about what you eat...

    trey: jeff can be your best friend.

    compotatoj: OMG! I BWOKE A NAAALE!

    ~worrying about weight...

    tutwabee: i have the highest metabolism i've seen and i can gain weight

    ~talking about food...
    tutwabee: cake!
    (some time later)
    tutwabee: i am always hugry
    tutwabee: but never need food
    tutwabee: i think because my stomach always hurts

    Let's see... talking about cravings, cramps, weight... I think you qualify to be a girl, trey.

    By Herenya, at 9:25 PM  

  • nah.. don't worry about what I (or you) eat. That's what stomach acid is for. It'll take care of almost anything.

    By Taylor, at 9:27 PM  

  • Taylor it isn't that I can't do random stuff on the fly. It's that when I do anything I'm bound to get a call from my dad saying "come home and do X task" or "come home because I said so" or "why are you out? I don't care if you don't have hw."

    I can never know if/when this will happen.

    By T-Ray, at 9:40 PM  

  • Me being someone who can't stand other people bossing me around i know how u fell.

    All I can say is one more year and thats it.

    Also rnd is good but it gets really old really fast. Sometimes one just wants to go somewhere with someone close and know that you are gonna be free and undestirbed. Even if its just sitting that time is precious.

    Oh and today iis my song day. I gat so many song cravings, even RHPS

    By Michael, at 10:43 PM  

  • Mmmm I like Windows Media Player...

    By Jeff, at 10:44 PM  

  • Trey, if you think you have no social interaction...
    And you have how many AP classes?
    Do you need a warm safe place? Curl up under blankets. Just don't suffocate: if you have to, take your APs first.
    Kidding, of course.

    Free time? What a remarkable concept? I'll be selling stuff at Rummage Sale on Saturday morning (from 6 to about 11:15)... drop by if you have time, human interaction would be nice. Stoytcho and Charlette will also be there.
    I have far too many plans for my own good. 'Twould be nice if I could actually go to the AP Bio Review thingy... but it doesn't really matter, I can finish the multiple choice in about a third of the allotted time and still get a five overall.
    Trey, are you now a she?
    Wow... potato has long nails? Disturbing... just don't let him buy nail polish, that'd be even more disturbing.
    Anyone who asks in a plaintive voice if they're too fat qualifies to be a girl, in my opinion. Or if the person in question enjoys wearing feminine clothing.
    Bad idea to eat food with poison in it. Also consuming too much alcohol or drugs.
    But caffeine is probably okay.

    -Victoria

    By Anonymous, at 9:28 PM  

  • I posted a comment. HORRAY

    By Anonymous, at 10:41 PM  

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