And we got everybody singing Whah oh whah oh ohh whah...

It's fun to sound out the syllables. Syll-"ah"-bles. ;) What's not so fun: THIS COMING WEEK. arggggg. Mon (a.k.a. today): Last chance to relax and calmly review materials for AP English & AP World. Tues: Possible re-takes for Calc quiz at lunch/after-school; SLEEP for AP Eng. test! Wed: AP English Language test at 7:30 AM, ending approx. at 11:30AM-Noon; collapse on bed from 12:30PM to 2:30PM; do last-minute cramming for AP World. Thurs: AP World History test at 7:30 AM, ending approx.... read more

I still felt cold. Cold and dry. My nerves brittle, standing on Sid's steps-- like I'd snap any moment. I leaned into him-- a soft comfort. Warm and moist. I didn't believe in miracles. But what was this? I reached my hand inside my blood-soaked shirt, still disbelieving. I was there, and I was alive.  "I think you should go to the hospital," Sid said, turning the key to the front door and kicking it open with his foot.  I shook my head no again. I had enough of hospitals. And how would...

aww =) today was good. Practice was okay. Reeva wasn't there. Poor girl was sick... still sick. // Practiced with V.O.Z after. Then headed back home to get ready for the dinner @ Boston Pizza. Around 7PM, met up with Luigi, Mark and Ryan. Luigi drove us. OH MY GOSH. He's a good driver and all. He's just a retard. Everytime we're stopped and the light turns green, he screams "ITS MY TURN!!!!!" Or looks to the car beside him and says, "hey, wanna race?" (He drives a stick car) haha =\ its so...

"We cannot put the face of a person on a stamp unless said person is deceased. My suggestion, therefore, is that you drop dead." -- J. Edward Day, Postmaster General, 1962. Okay, something has gone terribly wrong in the US Postal Service. On May 25, 2007, a series of stamps will be released commemorating Star Wars . But not a generic Death Star shot or "The Vehicles of Star Wars" or "LucasArts Aliens" or even "Cartoon Network's Clone Wars." No, these stamps depict the lead actors of Star Wars...

For anyone just joining us: This is a serially posted fanfic, and you're at the 21st chapter. It's marked "11" because Rebecca insisted on using Roman numerals for her chapters, while Hatty said that was horse flop and used plain numbers for hers. So the chapters are numbered 1, I, 2, II, etc. It will make sense if you start at the beginning -- and be sure to read the disclaimer before Chapter 1. All the way back from the woods, Rebecca clung to Toffler's arm like it was her lifeline through...

It's always been kind of hard for me to type these things because everyone finds out who they are anyways. But I got bored. This is probably the only entry that will not be private. 1. I used to not like you that much in middle school. I just always though you were a little miss perfect, all A's, no worries, goody goody. I mean people probably thought I was a goody goody too. I think it was more jealousy than everything else, at least the part where I thought you were perfect. But truth is you're...