rhymes with orange

2004-03-18T13:22:00.000-05:00

I'm sitting here in the computer lab at our school watching the UMD March Madness game. I really loathe basketball but it's so much more fun than sitting in Journalism class. I'm struggling with my Inner School-Skipping Demons right now. I want to make it through a whole week without trying to leave early. I have confidence; I can do it!

Now that we're through with that little pep talk, I think I might meet up with some friends after school to catch the tail-end of the game or to celebrate if Maryland wins. If not then I'll be going home because I don't really give a rat's ass anyway.

My mom is supposed to be booking us some sort of vacation for over spring break. If she can get Mexico this late in the game then I'm down with that...if not then it looks like we might end up in Florida, a state which I have affectionately named The [Arm]Pit of America. I just yearn to lay my body on a beach somewhere and listen to the ocean and bake myself. Mmm, skin cancer anyone?

2004-03-13T23:54:00.000-05:00

Sometimes I just wish that I had a valve in my head that I could turn on and it would leak out all of my thoughts so they wouldn't clutter up my brain so much. I'm in this rare mood, a mood that I know I'm overanalyzing but I'm so occupied by this one subject that I'm driving myself insane. I can't stand to be like this, strung so tightly that I just wish all of the thought matter in my head would explode onto a piece of paper and melt off onto the floor. The problem is that I know I'm doing it to myself, and I'm letting my paranoia get to me. I hate second-guessing people but some little rumor worm has wriggled his way into my ear and I can't seem to ignore him. WHY do I have to think so much, all the time? Go, go, go....it's like my brain never STOPS. I think part of it right now might be loneliness. My parents are in Vegas and my aunt's staying with me, but tonight she's out with some guy and it's midnight and I'm here by myself. NOT A GOOD COMBINATION. I think I should just go to bed and try to stop worrying about something I can't control. Sounds easy enough, right?

2004-03-09T16:00:00.000-05:00

I guess I lied when I said I would be better about posting here. Honestly, I'm sorry. It's likely that no one even reads this anymore so I don't know why I'm worried about it. Life has been going well. In February I missed eight days of school to participate in Presidential Classroom, then I consequently came down with pneumonia. In short, I'm still feeling the backlash of that long absence.

I'm still working at Outback, and busting my ass for those people. I've been working there for just about five months now and I still love it. I worked the last three days in a row, which is draining. I've also trained three new girls and will be training another one tomorrow. Joy. I don't know why I complain so much because I love [most] of the people that I work with and overall it's a great atmosphere. Plus the food rocks, so no complaints there.

I've also started modeling school with Barbizon. I know that might sound like a complete cop-out but while I was accepted into the school, I was also accepted into their Petite placement division, which means after my last class in July, I'll start getting print work in my area. I'm looking forward to that but I also feel like I don't want this as much as someone else might and therefore I feel undeserving of the opportunity, I guess. I don't know, it's a weird feeling.

I turned 17 on February 24th. It was a pretty laid-back birthday, except my best friend threw me a surprise dinner party at DuClaw Brewing Company. There were probably 15-20 people there and we had a good time. Yay for me!

For now, that's all. One of my blogger-friends pointed out to me that I hardly blog anymore so I really will do this every chance I get.

2004-02-03T22:21:00.000-05:00

So I've been gone for a while. But not in that "gone" sort of way, not like I've been in rehab or a mental institution or anything. I've just been busy working, schooling, shopping. You know, that sort of thing. But I promise to be better about this. It would be a New Year's Resolution if it was still January [I'm a firm believer that you can't make a valid NYR after January 31st.]. A lot of people in my circle of friends have now started their own blogs at Xanga or livejournal. Forget that. I'm no sell-out. I was doing this before it was cool. Happy 1-year bloggiversary to me!

2003-11-25T23:51:00.000-05:00

So I leave tomorrow morning for Maine for the holiday. I have to get up at the ass-crack of dawn so I can drive to Dulles airport with my madre. Work has been decent even though, MOTHEREFFER, I just remembered that I didn't pick up my tipshare from last night when I left work a few hours ago. Grr to me for being flighty.

My friend DJ is home from college which is funny because it's only like an hour away but he hasn't been home since September. What a goober. He came up to Outback tonight to see me and I was really happy. We had been dead all night and we got a rush just as he showed up. I was hoping to see him when I got off work but we couldn't get a hold of him.

Not much going on other than that. Sunday was Francine's birthday so her ex-boyfriend/sometimes-boyfriend and I conspired and threw her a surprise party. It was hysterical because she bought an entire new outfit, from a pink fedora, a pink and black purse to a pink and black halter, because she thought we were going out on the town to Annapolis. We were "picking Danny up" from his house and we walked into the basement and everyone yelled surprise. It was priceless, I really thought she was going to cry. Good stuff.

Anyway, as I mentioned before, I have to get up mega-early, so I'm gonna finish packing and then I'm off to bed! Happy holidays!

2003-11-19T07:57:00.000-05:00

Wow, I'm surprised I even have time to breathe. Since I started working, my weeks have been filled and it's really hard to make time for anything else. Now that the holidays are coming I don't know how I'll be able to run around.

Surprisingly, with all this activity, I haven't been at all stressed out. I got a 4.00 on my report card, with 2 B's [physics and math] because my AP classes elevate the GPA. I also received my Presidential Classroom acceptance packet in the mail yesterday, which I'm really excited about.

The only thing bothering me is my face, which has been incredibly broken out lately. Actually, I'm waiting for my mother and we're going to my dermatologist in Annapolis to talk to him. I've taken every medication possible and now the only options are Accutane, which I am totally against, and the Pill, which will cause me to have to have an internal. WOO FREAKIN' HOO y'all! I'll keep you updated.

P.S. As you can tell by my previous post, I'm not having any shortage of attention from guys....=)

2003-11-12T22:03:00.000-05:00

If I was legal, I'd be getting a lot of action. I just want you to know that.

2003-11-05T21:48:00.000-05:00

I hate feeling like I want to hide things from my parents, but lately I've wanted to avoid any confrontation at all with them, especially my mother. I've been doing things that a year ago I would have never thought of doing, and they're not even half as bad as some of the things my friends have been wont to do. My parents' words go in one ear and out the other. When I'm arguing with my mother [which has been happening increasingly more often] and I know she's right, I will do everything in my power to fight it.

The mature, practical side of me knows that this is a phase that every teenager goes through but I find it so frustrating. Up until recently, my mother and I got along wonderfully and now we never see each other and we never talk and therefore never get along. I think a lot of it has to do with the fact that I'm never home, whether it's because of work or school or soccer. I can take the blame for that and I can take the blame for being stubborn.

Right now I can hear her talking to my stepdad about our earlier altercation. I'm going to Ocean City this weekend to visit my friend Erin and she picks two nights before to decide that she wants to talk to Erin's parents. In a way, I'm glad that she wants to know what I'm up to, but it's so bothersome too! It's like I can't go anywhere without feeling like she's breathing down my neck.

I'm just very frustrated with the way I'm feeling because I know that I shouldn't be frustrated at all. I don't know how to go about making this better without trying to please myself. I'm so selfish!!

2003-11-05T09:09:00.000-05:00

STILL....SO....BUSY! School is taking up a big fat chunk of my time, as you can imagine. I worked Sunday and Monday. Last night my boys went to Region Finals against High Point HS and we lost, 3-1. It was so sad, most of them cried. I feel so bad for them because they worked so hard for this and High Point came out strong and ripped the rug from under our feet.

Good news though, my mom booked our Hawaii trip yesterday. We're leaving Christmas Eve and coming home New Year's Day. We're staying on Oahu and Maui. I am soooooooo excited, but it's time to try to get in shape a little bit and find myself a bathing suit. WAHOO, Hawaii here we come!

2003-10-25T12:57:00.000-04:00

I am such a bad blogger! I'm sorry guys, I've been so busy. I started my training at Outback last Monday and It's been crazy ever since. Homecoming was a blast! We got all dressed up and ate at Outback (I'm putting my employee discountt o use!) then went to the dance. I have pictures but no scanner so when I can find somewhere to do it, I'll put them up for you. My parents have been out of town since Wednesday, gone to California to visit my step-uncle in Coronado. Yesterday I told my mom that we had freshman testing at school so the schedule would be all messed up, which was a lie, so I didn't go to school. I regret it now because I've been busy and, I admit, I've been slacking and my grades aren't what I'd like them to be. Not bad, 3 Bs, but regardless. I noticed on my caller ID on Thursday I had a call from the school system, which would have been my school, and then yesterday around the same time I had another call. I didn't do anything wrong on Thursday so I can't imagine what they would have called for. I'm a little nervous now. I really need to get on the ball.

Today is a day of errands and counting down until tonight, which has been designated Let's Get Adriane Wrecked night. I'm looking forward to it, but I'm nervous about those phone calls so I don't know if I'll be able to be as excited as I want.

Anyway, I'll try to be better about posting. Talk to y'all soon!

2003-10-16T19:05:00.000-04:00

Homecoming is on Saturday and we don't have school tomorrow, which technically means that today is the day before homcoming. I don't know about your high school, but at ours this means that it's Seniors vs. Juniors, Girls' Soccer vs. Boys' Soccer and plain old Girls vs. Guys. We'll do anything to deface someone's property: toilet paper, soap, sticking forks in the lawn, stealing cones to put on lawns, eggs, shaving cream, toothpaste, Vaseline and more. This afternoon while we were at our game at Largo, the Seniors came and did the entire soccer team's cars, mine included. The displays included male genitalia [I'm sure you can guess...], " '04 " and "Seniors Rule" written in soap [the exterior of my car now smells Zestfully clean!] and there was toilet paper wrapped around my car. The captains and a few other popular players had Saran Wrap around the lengths of their cars, which takes forever to unwrap. In short, the Seniors' display on this one was relatively lame. Tonight's the big fun though, we're going on a major T.P.-ing spree. I'll have more to report later!

2003-10-14T21:01:00.000-04:00

He called at 12:40am. Less than 3 hours after I gave him my number. Sweet.

2003-10-13T23:12:00.000-04:00

The first night at work was awesome! I work with this girl Liz, who is a few years older than me but definitely New Best Friend material. All the girls I work with are really cool. In addition to The Coolness of my coworkers, this hot guy that graduated from my H.S. two years ago came in tonight. I know he didn't recognize me, but he kept looking at me throughout the duration of his meal. We made eye contact and did a little flirty smiling. One of the other hostesses, Brandi, decided to take the initiative and write my number on the back of a business card so I could give it to him on his way out. That part was really cool, but she forgot to write my name and when he was walking out I got all shy and didn't give it to him. So after asking Liz to run into the parking lot after him and she refused, I got Brandi to do it. She said he seemed pleased/embarrassed but when he asked her my name she couldn't remember, so I don't think he exactly knows what my name is except for that it starts with A. If he calls it'll be interesting. And my Red Sox just won, 3-2 against the Yankees. Super night, but now it's time for bed. Sweet dreams!

2003-10-09T14:52:00.000-04:00

Confidential to "Jon": one down, two to go!

2003-10-07T20:51:00.000-04:00

I haven't heard from you in weeks. You up and left all of a sudden and didn't tell us why or for how long. You disconnected your cell phone. At first you e-mailed, but it's been three weeks and not a word. We're worried. I'm worried. It doesn't seem right to post something this internal, this secret, this personal here. But I'm trying to reach you and I can't. Your absence has left a little hole in the back corner of my heart, one that is eating away and growing bigger as the days go on. I miss you, and I'm not one to pray, but if I did I would pray for you right now. Be safe, baby.

2003-10-06T21:05:00.000-04:00

Well I had an interesting weekend in Maine. In short:

I acquired two nasty cuts and one infected hangnail;
A drunk friend professed his love for me;
I did intense amounts of cricket-smushing [how's that for technical terminology, biatches?!];
I ate fried dough without butter [side note: if you've ever eaten fried dough, you know how unethical this is. Not only does the butter add a nice taste to go with the powdered sugar and cinnamon, but it gives the toppings something to stick to. Without the butter, the powdered sugar and cinnamon just blow about all willy-nilly. It is not good.];
I went to the Fryeburg Fair in the pouring rain and cold;
I watched the Red Sox EFFING SPANK THE A'S ~~TWICE~~ three times!;
And I had a lot of fun.

2003-09-30T06:47:00.000-04:00

I don't know where you are, but it is freakin' chilly here. I love it but I'm not exactly ready for the biting cold yet.

In other news, I'm leaving for Maine on Thursday for the weekend. If it's cold here it's like the Arctic up there. I guess I should go buy a coat.

2003-09-24T21:56:00.000-04:00

Major excitement tonight. As I was waxing my eyebrows in my mother's bathroom, she casually mentioned to me: "You know if Nana buys a new car next year and you work hard and save up your money you might be able to buy her old one off of her." This induced a bout of rolling around on the floor accompanied by intense laughter and squeals of joy. I love my Nana's car, a silver '99 Mustang convertible, and if I got the chance to BUY it from her, you bet your happy ass that I will be saving my money.

Oh yeah, I got hired as a hostess at Outback today. Woo hoo. There's my income. Actually I think it's $2.38 an hour plus tips, which isn't much but we get tipped out by the waiters. Anyway I have orientation on Sunday at 1:00 and from there I am going to the Redskins-Patriots game at FedEx Field. WOO HOO! I hate football but this should be fun.

I got the sweetest e-mail ever today. I don't want to divulge details but it was awesome. :-)

2003-09-23T21:08:00.000-04:00

Another one bites the dust...

2003-09-22T22:47:00.000-04:00

I know, it's been 4 days. Shut up. We were out of power from Thursday evening until Saturday evening so I had no computerage, and I've just been busy.

I spent the LONG weekend with a group of people that I've recently been seeing a lot more of. I love these people because they're so laid-back and so much fun. And they all drive really, really sexy cars. Great group of people. A lot of them act like they don't give a shit about what's going on, but they would all go out of their way to save someone's ass.

Tonight I had a soccer team function. I met up with all of the guys at Jeff's house and we had ziti and dessert. We all ended up in the basement watching people play Madden 2003, and eventually we got around to watching our last game against Wilde Lake. I cuddled. A lot. With someone that I thought wasn't interested in me. BONUS POINTS! It was fun but I don't know what's up with him and frankly I don't care. I'm not overanalyzing this one; we had a good time and that's about it.

So tomorrow there's a 2 hour delay at school. I'm pretty sure I'm gonna play hooky on that one because our classes are 45 minutes as it is and now they're reduced to what? 25 minutes? Negative.

2003-09-18T14:32:00.000-04:00

Isabel

2003-09-18T11:05:00.000-04:00

Stolen from Court:

"Aoccdrnig to rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoetnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be at the rghit pclae. The rset can be a total mses and you can
sitll raed it wouthit porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but raethr the wrod as a wlohe. "

I read it without a problem. It wasn't until halfway through that I realized the words were all jumbled. Weird, huh?

2003-09-15T20:18:00.000-04:00

I've never been so sick with a head cold in my life. Someone bring me some Tylenol with codeine and I'll give you my first born.

2003-09-14T10:43:00.000-04:00

Last night was great fun. I had people over to swim and hang out and act stupid, like we all do. All in all there were probably between 30 and 40 peple here. My mom and I bought one of those outdoor fireplaces from Target, we threw two Duralogs in there and let the suckers burn. My friends and I also set up some tiki torches for around the pool. We had the radio on outside and a cooler full of sodas. It was a pretty laid-back atmosphere and I think everyone who came had a good time. I really enjoy hosting parties like that. I like having my place look nice and having things set up for people to hang out and have fun. I'm thinking about doing a little dinner party or something in the winter where I dress up our dining table and have everyone wear nice clothes. That would be interesting.

Homecoming is coming up on October 18th. While I don't [yet] have a date, I have found the perfect dress. The problem is that the two Hecht's near me are out of my size, so I'll have to venture to Glen Burnie, which I'm not looking forward to. I guess if I get the dress then it'll be worth it though.

My best friend, Erin, and her hot boyfriend are coming out from Ocean City today. Her birthday is tomorrow so she's coming out to spend the day with us in Bowie. Don't ask me why. It's Bike Week in OC, if I were her I'd have stayed down there and looked for sexy biker men.

2003-09-11T07:10:00.000-04:00

So far the week has been going by pretty quickly. I wish every week went by like this. I still haven't gotten into a solid sleep routine, so I'm falling asleep at 11:00 and waking up at 6:20. It's draining me.

Today marks the two-year anniversary of September 11. I can't believe that it's been two years. Then again I can't believe that it happened to begin with. I don't mean to be caustic, but everyone talks about how September 11 changed the USA for the better, it brought us closer and united us. On one hand, it has but on the other hand, our economy was on a downward spiral, Americans don't feel safe and we've engaged in a war with Iraq that isn't helping to boost our morale. I can't help but feel like we're shooting ourselves in the foot.

Take a moment to stop and reflect today. Those who died deserve our respect.

2003-09-09T21:39:00.000-04:00

Minor sore throat, pounding headache and unfinished homework. Freakin' yay.

As if it wasn't bad enough that most Americans are extremely fat, but so are our pets. This is getting ridiculous.

E-mail from my favorite guy [finally!]: made my day. =)

Memories

2003-09-07T16:52:00.000-04:00

I am extremely bored so I've been going through some old notebooks and pictures. I found the yellow journal that I brought with me to Punta Cana in April and stumbled across some funny things that Laura and I had brainstormed and I jotted down.

Things we learned in Punta Cana

-Tequila tastes better when it is on fire.
-SPF 50=still a lot of sunburn
-Don't encourage your friend to tell personal thoughts when she is one Mai Tai away from alcohol poisoning. (i.e. "I'm not wearing panties!")
-Alcohol inspires creative dance moves

Ah, good times.

Time for an update

2003-09-07T11:26:00.000-04:00

What do you think of the new template? Does anyone know how to make the window smaller so you don't have to scroll over to view my posts? Comment!

A little math for ya...

2003-09-07T10:42:00.000-04:00

4 Smirnoff Twisted Green Apple things + 3 or 4 pulls of Jose Cuervo [details are a little vague] + 3 pulls of Pucker = Really drunk me, lots of puking, a car wash and a broken bathroom trash can.

Long night.

Yes!

2003-09-03T22:32:00.000-04:00

I broke the curse! I finally made out with someone. Yay! Bonus points cuz he was a really good kisser.

G35

2003-09-01T22:03:00.000-04:00

My parents went out yesterday with the intention of buying an Infinity FX45, the new SUV. Instead, when I got home from wherever I was, there was a freakin' G35 sports coupe sitting in our driveway. That car is MINT. Buttery soft black leather, automatic everything and it flies. Now our house looks like a used car lot, with my car, the Durango, my mom's Infiniti, my aunt's Dakota and the G35. It's madness, I tell you, MADNESS!

In other [depressing, but what other kind is there] guy news, I've been talking to someone for a week or two now and he hasn't said a word to me since Tuesday. No call, not even a hello. I don't know how to handle that situation, whether I should confront him about his rudeness or just ignore him.

Today was a high self-esteem day. I overheard my mom telling my brother on the phone, "Your sister's getting skinny...". Then the guy at Johnny Rockets complimented me and remembered me from two years ago when they all thought I was a waiter's girlfriend. In addition, I got a pair of hot shoes, an awesome outfit and a badass black and pink handbag with a big pink "a" on it. Also, the guy at Italian Market hit on me but I'm not interested in that.

Just a quick update before school starts again tomorrow. Freakin' yay!

A break already?

2003-08-28T12:31:00.000-04:00

So Tuesday night while we were at practice a humongous storm rolled in. Long story short, it killed the electricity throughout my town and we haven't had school since. Too bad we just started school on Monday. I'm really looking forward to making those days up. Seriously.

I really love Crystal Light, especially when paired with Velveeta-with-bacon-bits-and-pepper. Yummy.

Dun dun duuuuuuuuuuun

2003-08-24T22:21:00.000-04:00

School tomorrow. Not happy. Summer's over. I'm sad.

Thank you, please drive through.

Holy moley!

2003-08-22T17:22:00.000-04:00

It's about time...

Enrique Iglesias loses the mole.

2003-08-21T19:31:00.000-04:00

Wow, it's been a while. I went to Virginia Beach for six days and just drove back this morning. That place is a trip. I wish we had never moved. My [hot] friend Carl has a '66 Chevelle, fire engine red with badass exhaust. After 5 days of hinting he finally took me for a ride last night. That was fun. I spent very little time at the beach, surprisingly enough. I bounced around from house to house trying to visit everyone I could. Last night Laura, Jack and I drove out to Pungo to stargaze at the end of this narrow road that faces the Chesapeake Bay. It would have been more entertaining if the mosquitoes hadn't been so ferocious that we were forced to cram into the Cougar.

This summer has been such a whirlwind. I experienced a lot and grew up and I'm glad my summer turned out how it did. When I was in Maine I was introduced to a pretty amazing person and I can't wait to meet him face to face next time I go up. Plus I've been told he's hot.

Someone asked me today if I lost 23 lbs. I'm glad I look like I've lost weight but Christ, 23 pounds? I must have been a heifer.

I'm off like a prom dress. It's definitely time for a shower.

At last

2003-08-12T20:08:00.000-04:00

I'm home. I'm exhausted so I'll give you some updates later!

FUCK

2003-07-20T23:18:00.000-04:00

Why am I never good enough?

A little hiatus...as opposed to a big one

2003-07-14T22:05:00.000-04:00

No I haven't disappeared off the face of the earth as I'm sure most of you feared [or hoped for]. I'm taking a little vacation up in Maine for a few weeks and I don't want to focus on the Internet, so I will be MIA for a little bit. Posts may be few and far between. Don't worry, dry your tears, I'll be back before you know it.

Smooches,
Adriane

Unfortunately

2003-07-10T20:49:00.000-04:00

She made the decision to return the car. I don't know if my nana guilted her into it [Nana is the queen of guilt trips] or if she realized the possible consequences, but the car went back. There was a little struggle with the dealershiop, and I know she'll be depressed but it's probably for the better.

Controversy

2003-07-09T23:57:00.000-04:00

You could cut the tension in my house with a knife tonight. This evening I went with my aunt [the one who was in a bad car accident a month ago] and her boyfriend to look at a car. They found one that they liked, a '99 white Honda Accord EX for $16,950. After a little bit, and I admit it was a little bit, of consideration they decided to purchase the car. Since her boyfriend had to declare bankruptcy last year due to a number of issues, the car was purchased in her name because the dealership wouldn't sell it to him. At the time, it sounded like an appealing idea to the two of them. Her interest rate, at 8.99%, would be less than half of what he would be charged [19%]. Payments are kind of high at around $370/month, but they thought they could stick it. My aunt put $1500 down. She was very happy as we were leaving the dealership because it was the first time she had purchased a vehicle on her own, without the assistance of a family member.

The three of us arrived home tonight, mildly excited about the purchase of the "new" car. We walked inside and announced the news and received a very lackluster response. I immediately noticed that my nana seemed pissed off, and so did my mom. I guessed that it was about the car, but I didn't ask. My aunt and my nana got talking after dinner, my aunt ended up crying because my grandmother was so anti-supportive about her purchase, a move that my aunt was proud of because of her independence. I went out for a few hours with some friends and I just got back.

I talked to my nana when I walked in. She's clearly pissed, not so much at my aunt but at her boyfriend. Nana is pissed because my aunt has upcoming medical bills that need to be addressed, the issue of whether or not her insurance company will continue to offer her coverage after the wreck, the fact that she's on short-term disability and doesn't know when she can go back to work, and the possibility of being sued by the other person involved in the accident. Not to mention, Boyfriend has diabetes and hasn't been taking care of himself. His job pays shit and no one is sure whether or not he's going to be able to hold on to it because of his illness. To be honest, I didn't really think about those things when we were at the dealership, which is odd because I'm usually the most level-headed, practical person in the bunch. In any case, my grandmother is pissed off because she says that Boyfriend has been pushing and pushing my aunt to buy a car since she got into her accident. He has had her bank card and has been freely withdrawing money from her account, to use for lord-knows-what. Nana says that it's ridiculous that now Aunt has to pay for a $16K car that she can't even drive for weeks. She blames Boyfriend and it worried that Aunt will have to file for bankruptcy at age 23, just like he had to.

I pointed out that, if my aunt was really unsure about buying the car, she would have put her foot down and told her boyfriend to go fuck himself. But she didn't. Nana claims that my aunt is gullible enough and can be easily persuaded to do anything. I don't exactly agree. Like I said before, Nana's also worried about bankruptcy, but I told her that there's no way in hell anyone in this family would allow her to file for bankruptcy. Boyfriend is a clear example of what that can do to you.

I agree with the fact that Boyfriend has been pushing the issue since the very week that my aunt was in Shock Trauma. He's always more concerned with material possessions and what he can and can't buy. He rushes into decisions [like buying a brand new Toyota Rav4 at age 22] and then has to suffer the repercussions when he can't accept the terms [i.e., being unable to make payments on said Rav4 and having the car be repossessed]. He's had her bank card, and it does make me uneasy that he's been withdrawing money from her account.

I don't really know what to do about the situation. I feel guilty because I was there when they purchased the car and I failed to think sensibly about the situation at hand. My grandmother and mother are clearly pissed off and I don't know how to confront the situation. I guess there isn't much I can do, but I feel bad because my aunt is so proud that she has done this on her own. It's not fair that she has to face this, on top of everything else, without the support of her family.

Lucky me

2003-07-07T14:26:00.000-04:00

I met the most amazing person yesterday. He's amazingly cute and he has the greatest voice ever. I can't wait to talk to him again.

Inevitable

2003-07-06T19:15:00.000-04:00

I just want you to know that I think it's super when my contacts get so dry that they stick to my finger when I take them out.

So once again I've royally screwed myself over in the Department of Romance. How did you manage it this time, dumbass?, you say. Well, the usual. I showed interest too soon, then I sent mixed signals when I said, "No really, it's okay, you don't have to call if you don't want to." And then there's The Other One, not the one I have been on two dates with. That one's been moody lately, and I don't know how to approach it. But I digress. Anyway, The Other One has been a complete ass lately, hence the Fourth of July post, and I am sick of his s-h-i-t. So that's that.

In other news, I'm going up to Maine next week. THANK GOODNESS. I need to take a big, fat break from this place for a few weeks.

Oh and I feel fat. That is all.

Thank you for the worst 4th of July in History!

2003-07-04T23:51:00.000-04:00

Boys. are. shit.

Movie craving

2003-07-02T23:45:00.000-04:00

I want to watch The Man in the Moon, that old[er] movie with Reese Witherspoon. Don't ask why.

Weird

2003-07-02T02:07:00.000-04:00

Last night I had a dream that one of my good guy friends shaved his head. I was at work to bitch at our payroll lady about why my final two paychecks hadn't been mailed and J walked up to me. At work he wears a shirt and tie, but in the dream he had his shirt untucked and unbuttoned and wasn't wearing a tie. He had impressively large pecs and had bristly/curly blonde chest hair [which was kind of gross]. He put his arm around me and asked me out to lunch with him. When I looked up, I had to gasp in horror. J had shaven his head clean and he had bushy black eyebrows. I don't remember what else happened, but I remember waking up horrified and hoping J hadn't shaven his head.

Tonight J and I hung out with some friends of mine. When he pulled up and I got into his car, I noticed something. He had cut his hair and it was significantly shorter.

Blah

2003-07-01T12:46:00.000-04:00

So today is a blah day. I feel fat. I want to go shopping but I can't get a new PIN number to save my life. My mom has my car. I have to stay home with my brother while my aunt and nana go to physical therapy. No one calls me back.

I'd like to make a point about that. What is so hard about returning a phone call? I especially hate it when someone specifically tells me that they will call me back. I expect their call, hoping to make plans or whatnot, and they never call back. Why is it such a chore to take five minutes out of your day to press some numbers on a keypad and say "Hello"? I can understand forgetting, but every time? Please. Most of the empty phone call promises I get are from guys. No surprise there though. I am sick and tired of being the one that calls all the damn time but I know that if I don't call, then they won't. For whatever reason, males have an aversion to returning people's calls, and even if they do it has to be a goddamn emergency. A few of my guy friends have acknowledged the fact that they don't return phone calls and they tell me not to take it personally. My guy friends would rather wait weeks until they see me in person to tell me "Hey I got your call but I was busy so don't take it personally." Bullshit, yo! How can I not take it personally that you couldn't shave off five minutes of time to dial my number? I do know one guy, who I recently went on a date with, that calls me back if I leave a message and if he doesn't call back, he apologizes the next time I talk to him. Seriously though, when someone doesn't return my phone call, it makes me feel like crap. On top of that I feel like a total stalker because I'm the one who calls. I hate phones. Oh, I hate boys too.

Party at my house!

2003-06-30T10:38:00.000-04:00

So last night everyone was looking for a place to swim. Being the good, kind-hearted, sweet girl that I am, I invited some people over to swim with the stipulation that they had to be out by midnight. Whoa. What was supposed to be ten people ended up being a rotating amount of about thirty through my backyard and in and out of the pool. Thankfully I knew [almost] everyone, so that wasn't an issue. There were plenty of screams, cannonballs, chicken fights and dunking. I tried to dunk my friend Jesse so many times without success that I went to bed with a head full of pool water. I was supposed to throw a big pool party during the summer, so I guess this counts. And, thankfully, it was dark enough so no one got a good look at me in a bikini.

2003-06-27T21:53:00.000-04:00

Friend: "Why's it called Rhymes With Orange?"
Me: "Because nothing rhymes with orange."
Friend: "Are you serious? I mean, is that a fact?"
Me: "Yeah. Can you think of a word that rhymes with orange?"
Friend: "Corange."
Me: "That's not a real word."

2003-06-24T09:16:00.000-04:00

Well I'm off to King's Dominion for the day. I'm going with Arezo and the Glory Days people...it's some work function for them that they were allowed to bring a guest to. I'm driving with Arezo down to Richmond. It's a two hour drive and I have to admit, though I would never tell my parents this, that I am a little bit nervous about making the trek. However there is a large group of us meeting and leaving from Glory Days so I will have plenty of people to follow or call if I get mixed up. It's my longest trip yet and I'm excited! Anyway wish me luck and if you're around and bored today, come out to King's Dominion and meet up with us!

2003-06-21T23:54:00.000-04:00

All I wanted was some lyrics and I got 439579847 mother-effing pop-ups instead.

2003-06-19T22:27:00.000-04:00

Everything's going really well! My aunt is in much better shape. She's getting stronger by the day and she's finally back to her joking, witty self. Tonight we all sat in her room and talked and made each other laugh. Good times. This weekend and next week should be fun. This weekend I might go out with some boys [yes I know, a foreign concept!] and next week is Kings Dominion, maybe the Dixie Chicks concert and maybe Ocean City. Woo! Anyway I have stuff to get done, tomorrow is the last day of school and I am oh-so-happy!

2003-06-16T21:00:00.000-04:00

So, it's been a long week. After almost a week in the hospital, my aunt is home. She has a broken leg, a severe laceration in her right arm and she had several stitches [they came out today] on her face including one laceration across her neck that was 19 centimeters long and required 42 stitches to close. On Thursday she had a scare with the oxygen level in her blood. It dropped from the normal range of between 90-100 to 30 and she was moved back into the shock trauma recovery room where the doctors placed her on oxygen. The cause of that debacle was a mystery until they found that her left lung was collapsing from lack of exercise. She was slowly weaned off the oxygen as her physical therapists had her up and slowly walking about from wheelchair to commode and back with her walker. Yesterday she was moved into a private room and today her doctors allowed her to come home. She's got a wheelchair, a walker and a "potty chair". We set up a bed in the dining room with everything in there that she needs. Her boyfriend is bringing over their TV and DVD player so she can occupy her time. She'll have to be in a wheelchair most of the time for about 8-12 weeks until she can put any weight on her broken leg. My Nana flew down for the week but since I get out of school on Friday I'll be staying with her during the day. That means no Maine this summer, at least until she's strong enough to make the flight and even then it'll only be about a 1-3 week trip. I'm kind of disappointed but I know she needs someone to take care of her and I don't mind doing it as long as she's okay. This whole experience is kind of winding down and I'm glad because it has definitely been the most stressful experience of my life. On the other hand, I have found out who my true friends are. Thank you everyone who has called me and made sure I'm doing okay, asked about my aunt and whatnot. It makes a lot of difference in my day.

2003-06-11T12:19:00.000-04:00

My aunt Shawnna was in a bad car accident this morning. She hit a Ford F-350 head-on in her Probe that doesn't have airbags and she wasn't wearing a seatbelt. As far as I know she has a broken leg and she's going through a CAT scan right now to determine if she has any head trauma. I'm waiting for her boyfriend to call so I can meet him and we can go to the hospital.

I'm so scared.

2003-06-09T21:27:00.000-04:00

This is mighty accurate:

June 9, 2003

Just when you thought it was safe to be comfortable in a relationship, a hot button issue comes up. See if making a small gesture can help soothe someone's nerves.

2003-06-09T21:21:00.000-04:00

I'm looking forward to having the leisure of waking up at 7:00 in the morning and driving to Starbucks, then going home and sipping my coffee on the deck as the temperature slowly creeps upward. I'm looking forward to waking up at 10:00am, tying on my bathing suit and slathering sunscreen on my body as I read by the pool. I'm looking forward to driving off somewhere in the middle of the day just. because. I. can.

I'm not looking forward to these last dragging nine days of school, knowing that with each day gone by I still have one more to get through. I'm not looking forward to finals next week. I'm not looking forward to trying to figure out when I am leaving for Maine, and I am not looking forward to being tugged in 40 different directions all summer long.

Somehow, even with all that, I have a lot of fun and freedom waiting for me this summer and I am very excited.

2003-06-05T21:09:00.000-04:00

I'm so tired! I really want to get out of school early tomorrow but my mom's using my car so I don't know how I'm gonna work it. My nana, pop and bro are down for the weekend for a car show in York, PA and I'm stupid and I have to work on Saturday. *sigh*. Gave my 2 weeks notice on Tuesday, my last day is June 21. Whoopee!

2003-06-03T13:50:00.000-04:00

Everyone should read this book.

2003-06-03T13:41:00.000-04:00

It's inevitable. Every year around the beginning to middle of June I somehow contract a horrendous cold. I can feel it coming on..the sniffles, the headaches, the nausea, the unbelievable sneezes! I feel like doody.

I got called in to work so I have to go at 3:30, big whoop. Last night I typed up my letter of resignation and I'm giving to my manager today. I wish I didn't have to wait two weeks to get the hell out of there!

2003-06-02T20:03:00.000-04:00

Laying back in the chair with a towel beneath me, feeling the warm sun slide over my skin...baking my body. I called in to work today, claiming I had to stay home and babysit my brother, last minute, of course. I needed some time to think. I've been very moody lately, falling from happy to feeling frustrated, withdrawn and sad. I can't quite pinpoint where this is coming from. Yes, I know this is all a part of the "teenage years" but I find it unsettling. I've never really been one to have mood changes and for the past month my emotions have been like a freaking rollercoaster.

A lot of the stress I have I make for myself. I worry over unnecessary troubles, like boys [most of the time]. I overanalyze and replay things in my head until I've picked apart every conversation and done a total rewrite of the situation. I pick out what I said and what I could have said it differently, or how I could have changed my inflection to alter my tone. I preoccupy my thoughts with what he may be thinking or how he interpreted the conversation. I really drive myself nuts most of the time.

So I've decided to let it all go. I can't change things by replaying them in my head until I've exhausted my brain and made myself weary. I'm going to take the advice of my friends and family and stop chasing boys. If I let it roll off and stop expecting something to happen right this minute, then I'll get what I want. I just have to be patient. Wish me luck, yo. I suck at being patient.

2003-05-30T23:31:00.000-04:00

Tonight was beautiful. Driving along with my windows down, my moonroof open and the scent of honeysuckle wafting through the air. I felt gorgeous. My hair looked good, my outfit was cute, my eyes were bright. However, even though I got to see Aaron [that went well!] and I hung out with my friends, I got to thinking about a particular insecurity that has snuck up on me lately. Today I wore a really cute shirt; it's a tank top with a swirly Asian-esque pattern. The hitch is that it criss-crosses and falls into a low V that shows off quite a bit of cleavage. If you know me, you know I am not a small-breasted girl. By 5th grade I was a size C. Thankfully I have only grown to a D thus far, but I am becoming increasingly insecure about my breast size. It's a common little joke among my friends to say, "Hey Adriane, pass some of those around..." and that doesn't bother me. But today, a lot of people made it a point to comment on my shirt. And if they weren't saying something, they were sure as hell staring. Needless to say, it's gotten to me. It's not enough that my breasts are the first thing that a guy notices about me, but when close friends [of both sexes] point it out, it really makes me think twice. For a while I've known that I want to have a breast reduction once I have stopped growing. Now I'm considering it more and more. I can't run without double sportsbras, I can't wear spaghetti-strap anything without a bra. I can't even wear a v-neck without having people ogle me. Instead of wearing cute, lacy demi bras, I have to wear granny bras with straps as wide as the Beltway. Even my father's [grown, perverted] friend couldn't stop staring. I'm sick and tired of it. Everyone says how much they would like to have big breasts, but no you don't. All that comes with them is unwanted attention, a sore back and neck and insecurity.

Sorry, just had to get that out.

2003-05-28T07:18:00.000-04:00

I went and saw Aaron last night. It was horrible. He told me that he was seeing the other girl and he wanted me to stop talking to him, then he asked me to leave the restaurant.

Just kidding.

Anyway, I did go to see him. He was busy but a whole group of my friends was having a graduation party in the back so I chilled with them until Aaron could come over and talk to me. I gave him my schpeel [is that how you spell that?] and he kind of shrugged the incident off as no big deal. We were flirty as usual; he played with my hands and had his arm around me, licked his lips and all sorts of other nice things. I gave him hell about not calling me in two weeks and he apologized and I made a point to let him know that I was just joking. As I was leaving, I told him he should stop by and he gave me this look and said "Why don't you..." and cut himself off. I said, "What? Why don't I stop by your house?" and he said, "Yeah why don't you come to my house?" I just smiled and shook my head, gave him a little wink and walked out. I'm so bad at being cute, ha ha. I'll keep you updated, as usual!

I'm off to school. 18 days left...

2003-05-27T15:15:00.000-04:00

I'm alive and kickin' folks. Still no wallet though, not like I expected to have it. Maine was cold and rainy and miserable and I felt like a big fat heifer the whole time I was there. On top of that Pat didn't call me back [gee, are we shocked?] and my brother didn't race due to the inclement weather. Today I went to graduation and took a bunch of pictures only to find out that something's wrong with the camera and none of the pictures actually took. I bought Dave a bunch of yellow roses and gave them to him when I saw him after the ceremony. He was very pleasantly surprised and happy at my gesture so it was good to see him smile. He seemed a little sad, which is understandable, and I think I made him feel a little better. I wish I had the damn picture though.

Last night I was going through my purse to change it over for today and I discovered my Nana's car keys in the depths of the pit. All I could do was laugh because it was so silly. I borrowed her car all weekend and threw the keys in my purse and forgot to take them out. Luckily she has an extra set or she would have been pushing some hoopdi to work this morning. We're so nuts.

Tonight's the night. I'm going up to Glory Days after I get off work and I'm going to have a little conversation with Aaron. It's going to be short and to the point and then I'm going to leave. I'm making it sound like I plan to be rude, and I don't, but I'm more than a little P.O.ed that he hasn't had the decency to call me in almost two weeks. I'll say it with a smile, leave with a smile and hope my nonchalant attitude affects him a little bit.

Less than a month until school is out. Thank goodness.

2003-05-23T07:00:00.000-04:00

Bummer of the Week:

My wallet was stolen at work last night. I was sharing a locker with another girl that worked with me and someone took both of our wallets in a 45 minute time period right after we arrived to work. My wallet had no money, just the essentials like my license, ATM card, Visa card, Social Security card and health insurance card. I've called and cancelled everything I could. I'm just worried about my license and whoever took the wallet having my social security card. Oh well, I guess. There isn't anything I can do now. I'm pissed about the license though.

I'm getting ready to head to Maine for the holiday weekend. I've called Pat and left him a message telling him I'll be up this weekend but, surprise surprise, no call back. Gee that's a shocker. I also haven't heard from Aaron, which I expected. Looks like I'll be riding out the weekend and talking to him when I get back. Whoopee.

I must get into the shower. Have a great weekend everyone!

2003-05-21T21:18:00.000-04:00

Clay Aiken is so fake. Go Ruben!

2003-05-20T21:20:00.000-04:00

Me. In a bikini. Oh my god.

2003-05-18T21:21:00.000-04:00

He didn't call me. He didn't see me. He didn't drive by my house. I didn't call him. I didn't see him. I didn't drive by his house. But I sure as hell thought about him a lot.

2003-05-16T07:16:00.000-04:00

I feel like the biggest idiot ever. Every time I meet a new guy, I manage to do something to put him off. I don't know exactly how things are with Aaron, but judging by last night, I don't think it's looking too good. He called me at about 5:30, two hours before the pops concert that we were planning on meeting at, and apologized profusely, told me he felt like a jackass and said that he had made plans on Tuesday night previous to speaking to me that had slipped his mind when we made plans together. I didn't quite understand what he meant, especially because he said he would still be at pops. In any case, long story short: he came to pops with another girl. It appeared that they were there as just friends. He was still giving me looks and smiles and hugs and stuff. At intermission I went to talk to him and I casually said something to the effect of "Why didn't you tell me that you and Andrea were coming together? I thought that you mean that you were going elsewhere, not coming to pops." And he gave me this Psycho Bitch Alert look and kind of got defensive and said "I told you I had made plans with someone else and I was sorry". Of course, here I started to do some damage control and tried to reverse the image that I had portrayed. I had to leave early but it happened to be just as the concert was ending, so I went over and told him I was leaving, he gave me a hug and I told him to call me when he got the chance.

I'm just sad that I have most likely managed to mess things up again. I'm most afraid that I've come across as immature because of what I did last night and that is not how I want to be perceived. I don't exactly know how to deal with this situation except to wait for him to call or stop by and just try to make things right. I don't want to call him and I don't want to go see him at work, but I do, you know? Anyway I'll keep everyone updated.

2003-05-15T22:49:00.000-04:00

Exactly...

"Tom Petty said the waiting's the hardest part. And that's true, but it's also rich. I'm just now beginning to realize this fact. I've always rushed things along, feeling like I needed all of her affection right away. There's no way in hell I could call her tomorrow. I had to call her today, yesterday, 5 minutes ago, right now. I had this distorted notion that a friendship with a girl was the annoying pre-cursor to the real relationship, the romantic relationship--the kissing and holding and late-night whispering of words. Secret words. But I was wrong. The friendship is everything.

This is the relationship, the so-how-was-work, the what-did-he-say-when-you, the I-had-a-shitty-day-thanks-for-calling. These are the little scraps of her life that she's letting you be a part of. And you have some of your own. The path into someone's life is always uphill, never down. There's the work, the active pursuit of who she is. But you're not trying to figure her out like a song on the guitar because part of what you love is her complexity, the endless maze which you never seem to tire of, regardless of how many walls you slam into. This is work, but it's enjoyable work. If you can get it.

So you find someone that you enjoy. You find someone that helps you laugh at yourself. You find someone whose beauty has you stealing glances, taking risks. You find someone with whom you wouldn't mind being cooped up in a house for 40 or 50 years. You find someone who can at least tolerate the fact that you occasionally clip your fingernails in public because you're compulsive about that sort of thing. You find someone you respect, who makes you realize that you have a long way to go, someone who doesn't mind listening to obscenely loud music on the way. You find someone who, by the grace of God, enjoys your company, the sound of your voice, the feel of your hand in hers (and hopefully dark beer).

And then you uncurl your fingers because she'll never belong to you, not really, even if one of those fingers is wrapped in a gold band."

www.jasonkill.com

2003-05-14T22:22:00.000-04:00

No Aaron tonight at the coffee house. I'm disappointed/irritated. *sigh*

2003-05-13T21:44:00.000-04:00

I just got back from Glory Days and seeing Aaron *big smile*. He gave me a BIG, tight hug and even more big smiles and promised me that he would stop by the coffee house tomorrow for open mic. We're also going to meet up at my school to see the annual POPS concert put on by our choir. His brother is a senior this year so he was planning on going anyway, but now we get to go together! He had a big issue with me being 16 and him being 19 but I talked to my mom and even my Nana said it was no big deal. Beth nonchalantly passed on the news to him and he was definitely happy about it. So I'm really happy. He's supposed to call me sometime this week and I'm sure that Beth is still working the magic back at Glory Days for me.

In other boy news, I hung out with Patrick on Sunday! I got the letter from Heidi on Saturday night and I called him on Sunday while I was with Jake and Derek. I happened to catch him and I zoomed from Derek's to Pat's and we hung for about an hour. He's such a cool person and we had the whole sarcastic banter thing going on, and then he gave me a big ol' hug when I left and said he would hopefully see me soon. Yay! Boy life is going smoothly right now folks! Stay tuned for an update.

2003-05-12T21:23:00.000-04:00

Scenes from a weekend in Maine

2003-05-10T22:49:00.000-04:00

So. Two things:

1. I'm in Maine. My mom asked me yesterday around 4:00 if I wanted to come to Maine with her this weekend to see my brother and just relax, so I took off work [I swear they're going to fire me] and here I am. Today I met my dad's new girlfriend, MJ. She's cool people. She does a part-time radio gig [and of course all of you remember that I want to be a DJ] so she asked me if I wanted to go to the studio with her while she did her show. I jumped at the opportunity and we actually recorded the show together. We air from 12-6 a.m., so if you're in Maine, tune to Q97.9 at midnight! I got Pat's second letter from Heidi finally. After meeting my grandparents for dinner I went to Heidi's house and she went and got the second letter for me. It doesn't say much except he's looking forward to this summer [yay!] and he can't wait to hang out with me. She's still looking for the first letter, the three-pager, and I'm very curious to see what that says. Oh, and I drove my Nana's Mustang convertible. All day. With the top down.

2. I met a boy. Friday night I went to Glory Days with a group of friends and purposely had my friend Beth, the hostess, to seat me in this hottie-waiter's section. It turns out he is way into me. We laughed and made hardcore eye contact and smiled all night and it was so great. My friends went outside right after we finished eating because some of our guy friends had showed up and the guy, Aaron, came over and talked to me while they were gone. I knew that he lives in my subdivision so I used that as a sort of pick-up line and he's planning on visiting me sometime this upcoming week. Reportedly he told Beth that I am cute and so far I'm an awesome person and he can't wait to hang out with me. As I left, I wrote my cell number on a business card and gave it to Beth to give to Aaron. I am calling her tomorrow for a full status report, as she was supposed to get the full dish on me from him. I'm mucho excited.

More to come....

2003-05-08T21:10:00.000-04:00

My life is quite boring right now. I really have nothing to impress you guys with. Aren't the lives of high schoolers supposed to be filled with mischief and fun? Well mine isn't. Today Francine and I washed and vacuumed our cars and her boyfriend came by and made fun of us. We decided to go to Target where we saw my latest crush, KH. We were planning on going to the gym and we'd been outside so, naturally, I looked like royal ASS. I did have on booty shorts though so that might have gained me back a few points. Like most boys, KH acted like a total dork and he was all weirded out because he knows I like him, but then we got the witty/sarcastic flow going and everything was cool. I like him, but I don't want to start anything because of the potential for something this summer, even though I haven't received a letter and you all probably think I'm making it up. We'll see how it goes.

I'm so spacey tonight I can't even think. And I have to read 4 chapters of The Good Earth by tomorrow morning for a quiz, woo-freakin-hoo. Leave me a comment or something. Now!

2003-05-06T21:35:00.000-04:00

Seriously? I just need to make out with someone.

2003-05-04T21:22:00.000-04:00

Friday night, I come home from work and within 15 minutes I was out again. Francine, Jayné, two other girls and I went up to Capital Raceway to meet "the guys" and watch some hotties drag their cars. We made our way to the pits after a few drags and walked around, looking at all the cars and the guys contained therein. After the drags ended, Jayné and I met Francine at McDonald's and we went over to Erin's house to see her because she'd been sick. At Erin's house, we picked up some silly string and toilet paper and made our way over to Jayné's friend's house to T.P. Dave's car. It was all very stealth. The house was completely pitch [gee, anyone wonder what they were doing?] and we snuck across the lawn to the car. Jayné fastened the t.p. around Dave's side mirror and started to wrap it around the car when the porch light came on. We all ran like hell back to our cars, with the exception of Jayné who hid in the bushes. After a very suspenseful two minutes, I got out of my car with the can of silly string and covered the windows and windshield with it while Jayné finished up. Our friend Anna came up a second later and we were talking to her when we decided to leave. It was around 11:45 and, because none of us have the provisional restrictions off of our licenses, we all had to be in by midnight, so we figured that Dave would be leaving any minute. Jayné got in the car and we turned around, and just as we were driving out of the neighborhood, Dave came out and saw his car! The expression on his face was priceless. I swear that was the funniest thing I have ever seen. Jayné and I were hysterical the whole way to Outback, where I was dropping her off. As we were pulling into the parking lot, her cell phone rang and it was Dave. Anna had told him that we T.P.ed his car. He just laughed and told me that after I shot silly string all over it the least I could have done was stopped to say hi. Anyway it was a great night. Probably the most fun I've had here in a long time! Now Dave's talking about how bad he's gonna get me [because Jayné has neither a car nor a license] but I doubt that he'll get me because he doesn't know where I live. Ha ha! I love you Dave!

2003-05-01T09:33:00.000-04:00

I don't recall ever being this severely affected by my allergies. I can't even sleep with my window open without waking up and sneezing my eyeballs out. In fact, the first thing I did this morning when I woke up was pop out two sneezes. Yum. I have a doctor's appointment at 11:15 to get some Allegra or Zyrtec or somethng, hopefully. I am also supposed to work this afternoon but I don't feel like it, especially considering that I am filling in for someone tomorrow. I might just go ahead and call in sick today and work tomorrow and Saturday since I had already agreed to do that last week.

What's with all you losers not updating your blogs? I have an afternoon routine that involves reading your blogs and when you don't update, you throw me off schedule. Come on people!

I was supposed to get my letter from Patrick yesterday afternoon. Heidi sent it out Priority Mail on Monday and the post office folks said that it would get to me either yesterday afternoon or this morning. I'm not exactly sure what they mean by this morning, whether it comes on a separate truck or if it comes with the regular mail, because my mail doesn't come until about 2:00. Honestly, I have never heard of someone having such difficulties in getting a letter out. It's been over a month since Pat wrote the letter and I still haven't gotten it because of all these little glitches in the post office. It just irritates me that they could be this careless with mail.

Anyway, I have a lot of drowsy laziness to get to so I'll be seeing you folks on the flip side.

2003-04-28T16:34:00.000-04:00

Just...saw...stepdad..in...boxer...briefs...h-e-l-p.

2003-04-27T21:18:00.000-04:00

The weekend was a big blah for the most part. Friday night was officially the suckiest weekend-night I've had in a long time. I stayed home, ordered carry-out and cleaned my room. Saturday I went to a going-away party with Erin and her boyfriend, who royally pissed me off because he was acting like an unbelievable jackass so I told him. Then they got into a fight and I tried to get Erin to bail on him and have a girls night out with me at the movies but she wouldn't because she was't so mad at him anymore. I moped around until about 9:00 when Nick and I went to the movies, more at my insistence than his. Today I had some errands to run and then my mother and I went to the mall. I picked up a turquoise terrycloth track suit and we got pedicures together.

I feel like such a fat fucking cow because I haven't been to the gym in two weeks and I've been feeding my face since I got back from Punta Cana. Literally I feel like I've put on ten mofo-ing pounds. Plus I'm pretty sure Aunt Flo's coming for a visit so that might have something to do with it but whatever. I feel so huge. I need someone to tell me that I am not huge, that I am a svelte babe and that all he wants to do is something super cool like make out with me or something.

I had a dream about Jimmy last night that involved terrorists and guns and crashing planes, but the only thing that sticks out in my mind is that he called me his girlfriend and I spent the first twenty minutes after I woke up trying to force myself back to sleep so I could continue that dream. That led to me thinking about him all day and seeing his truck every time I left my house didn't help. Bah humbug.

2003-04-25T21:55:00.000-04:00

So some fucktard decided to create an interesting diversion this afternoon that caused my school to dismiss almost an hour later than usual. Around 2:30, when we normally dismiss, someone came over the P.A. system and said, "Attention teachers and students, we are holding the bells until further notice." I thought something was up because if they were waiting for buses, they would have said so. One of the girls in my classroom leaves and comes back in, making noise about a sniper outside with a gun. Of course, our panic levels rise a little bit until one of the administrators comes on the announcements saying that there is an emergency in the community but we are not in danger, however they want to keep us safe so they're holding the bells. Great. We waited in suspense for about 15 more minutes, peering out the window and looking for any signs of what might be going on. By this time, we had established that some idiot had robbed a bank up the street and escaped into the woods with his gun. A few moments later, the administrator comes back over the P.A. and calls for a "Shelter in Place" which involves moving everyone in an outdoor classroom into the gym in cases of emergency. Now everyone is having a panic attack, cell phones are ringing left and right and we're all wondering what's happening. My teacher's just going about her day like nothing out of the ordinary is going on. I guess we all made a bigger deal of the situation than was necessary, but considering our history with things like the sniper, I think that it was an understandable reaction. Soon after the "Shelter in Place" our head of security comes over the P.A. and explains that the police are looking for two individuals who had robbed a bank up the road, but the area has been secured and they were dismissing the bus riders out the front door only. About ten minutes later, they dismissed the drivers to leave through the front doors, but I had a dilemma. Because I cannot obtain a parking permit for this year, I am forced to park at Blockbuster, which happens to be right behind the bank that was robbed this afternoon. I was scared that I was going to have to walk through the back streets to get to my car, and since the police hadn't yet found the thieves, I wasn't exactly looking forward to my commute. In any case, my friend Nikki offered to drive me to Blockbuster, then in the hustle of the parking lot I saw Francine, who lives right near me and had to go by Blockbuster anyway, and she took me to my car. There was a slight fear that I might not have been allowed to get to my car because of the police presence, but everything was fine. Needless to say it was an interesting afternoon.

2003-04-23T16:14:00.000-04:00

Two things that I am addicted to since my return from Punta Cana:

Kettle Corn: Oh my goodness, this is ambrosia. It makes popcorn fun again! It's like regular popcorn, only sweeter with a slight buttery taste. Despite the velvety goodness of its taste, kettle corn, like other popcorns, causes the same popcorn-consumption conundrums such as the Blackened Middle, the Extra Unpopped Kernels, and the ever-popular Kernel Shavings in the Teeth. It is a sacrifice I am willing to make.

Peeps: Every year around Easter time, the grocery stores start stocking the shelves with Easter candy yumminess. Every year, I seek out the Peeps. These innocent, gooey little bunnies and chicks sit upon the grocery store shelves beckoning me to take them home. While they are not the most nutritious globs of marshmallow and sugar out there, I love my little Peeps. They make me happy.

P.S. They even have a Peeps fan club! Obsess much?

{Thanks for the link, Danelle!}

2003-04-22T22:13:00.000-04:00

Thank you, Sarah Hatter!

2003-04-22T22:00:00.000-04:00

Dear Earth:

Man, we really suck. You allow us humans to come and live on your surface and here we are, polluting your little oceans and rivers and spewing toxic waste into the air. We are jackasses. For example, just today I was walking to my car and I passed a tampon applicator. While just the mere presence of such an artifact is revolting, I noticed that the tampon applicator had, in fact, been used. Yes, the tampon applicator had been applied to someone's nasty coochie! I'm really sorry about that, Earth. You really don't deserve it. I mean, for real, we've used up almost all of your fossil fuels and now we're forced to make our own stuff which doesn't work as well as yours, naturally. So in the future, we'll try to be all proactive about not abusing you so much. For sure.

Peace!
Adriane

2003-04-19T18:19:00.000-04:00

Vacation was crazy, y'all. There were copious amounts of alcohol consumed, even more dancing, flirting, laughing, sweating, kissing, etc. Punta Cana was sunny and lovely and beautiful [as were Laura and me!]. Laura and I came home with l'eggo my eggo-like tans and stories out the ying yang. We're drafting the full, R-rated version of the trip into a joint blog and it should be done soon. There's no way I could fit those wacky 7 days into one post. We did a lot of praying and sacrificing to The God of Hot Guys. The God graced us in a big way. Pictures are forthcoming and are not for the weak or those unable to stomach the unbelievable amounts of fun depicted. I think we got a collective amount of 10 hours of sleep for the whole week and I am feeling it. Tonight I'm going to a friend's Sweet Sixteen party and tomorrow is brunch with the family for Easter, even though we are the most non-religious family on the face of the planet. More info on the way folks!

2003-04-10T23:21:00.000-04:00

I have to be awake at 5:00. That's in less than 6 hours and I am still awake. What am I thinking? I am all packed except for the toiletries I will need tomorrow morning. We're getting up at 5, leaving for the airport at 6:30 and our flight departs at 9:00 a.m. It's a 5 hour flight, ugh, and we'll get in by 2:00 p.m. Then it's fun in the sun for me and my family and friend! Have a great week y'all.

2003-04-10T08:31:00.000-04:00

T minus 34 minutes and counting until I leave for Richmond to meet Laura, who is coming with us to Punta Cana. We'll get home around 1:30 or 2:00 and then we're free to do our own thing for the rest of the evening. We might stop by and see some of my friends because Laura wants to meet them. Then all is left is to finish packing and we're all set to go. I'm nervous and anxious and super excited to be going on this trip. I'm looking forward to an entire week of pure relaxation and fun. Aaahhhh. Most likely I won't have access to a computer for very long, if at all, but if I do I'll try to get in a post. Anyway, I hope everyone has a good Easter! I'll have loads of pictures for you when I come back.

2003-04-08T20:46:00.000-04:00

Tomorrow is going to be a crazy ass day, mofos. Here is a list of my hectic schedule.

1. School [7:50-2:35]
2. Home to let the dogs out
3. Gym
4. Shower
5. Pedicure [Aahh]
6. Eyebrow wax
7. Target for Laura's bathing suit
8. Home to pack
And finally...
9. Open mic night.

Numbers 2-8 need to be done before 7:30! And I actually have to beautify myself at some point for the swanky coffee house crowd, ha ha. Wish me luck so I can get through this stuff and still be sane!

2003-04-07T19:56:00.000-04:00

I got the job! I know I didn't tell you guys about it, but I applied at Robert Andrew last weekend and the woman, Jessica, called me on Thursday and asked me to come in for an interview on Friday. So I went in on Friday and the interview went VERY well, I walked away almost positive that she would call to hire me. The job she initially was interviewing for sucked; it was a housekeeping job that involved cleaning the bathrooms and locker rooms, vacuuming, laundry, etc. When I interviewed I told her that I would like to, at some point, work in the shampoo department because that's what I had experience at. Unfortunately at the time there were no positions available, but when she called me today to hire me, it turns out that someone ended up leaving the shampoo department and I'm taking her spot. Sweet, guys, mucho sweet. I'm going tomorrow at 4:00 for orientation and I start on the 22nd when I get back from Punta Cana. Three days till I leave and I am so excited!

2003-04-06T20:55:00.000-04:00

You know you're really tired when you put your underwear on inside out.

2003-04-05T11:10:00.000-05:00

2003-04-01T21:25:00.000-05:00

Boy Update

I'm expecting a three-page letter from Pat sometime this week. I'm pretty excited about that because it's been a long time in the making, since this summer almost. A bajillion thanks go out to Heidi for initiating the whole thing, it means a lot.

Jimmy just doesn't get it. I told him how I felt about him and he was all "I really enjoy hanging out with you as friends." Mucho emphasis on the "as friends" part. Yeah. Well, now that I see him twice a day and he's been giving me these puppy dog looks. I'm thinking he's not so sure about himself. I've acted like his response was no big thing, saying hi, always smiling when I see him. I don't act like I'm affected and I think that has a big part in the vibes I'm getting from him. I don't want to over-speculate so I'm going to leave it at that.

Yesterday I totally got checked out by the neighborhood hottie. I think it's my sunglasses. They are extremely sexy and they give me a J. Lo-ish appearance. My friend Beth works with him and she recommended that he come up to Open Mic Night tomorrow night. Can we say eye candy? Yes we can.

And finally, my friend Erin and her boyfriend Justin are convinced that I need a boyfriend. Even though I leave for Maine in 2 months, Justin has started recruiting friends that he thinks might be compatible with me. His first choice already failed, so he's got a friend coming back from California in a month that he is assured will work out well with me. I have great friends.

2003-03-31T19:39:00.000-05:00

I cannot bring myself to eat a fluffernutter on anything other than white bread. Much like the other American classics like baseball, apple pie, and grilled cheese [which can also only be eaten on white bread], it is virtually impossible for me to alter the recipe of one of the most delicious American foods ever. White bread it is, and white bread it will always be, punk!

So Colin Farrell got some slutty 7 foot tall model with razor sharp pelvic bones pregnant. I hate you, Kim Bordenave. You are a dream-ruining skanky superslut, but I'm quite impressed that you got into Colin's pants. Colin, you have disappointed us all, but mostly me. After all, in the dream I had the other night you did tell me you wanted to father my child. Damn your sexy bad boy Irish ass. I love you. Kim, go away.

I am a craft genius. I just recovered the cornice board in our guest bedroom in a cobalt blue crushed silk material. Muy beautiful. When I went up to Jo-Ann Fabrics to get the fabric this afternoon, I saw this woman purchasing a mini sewing machine for like $60. I might have to stash some money away so I can buy one and make my own little pillows and stuff. I'm such a dork.

Boston Public comes on in 20, so I'm off like a prom dress.

2003-03-30T11:11:00.000-05:00

This is what I have to choose from.

2003-03-29T00:04:00.000-05:00

You know you have a real friend when, at 8:00 on a Friday night, you call her up and she wastes no time to invite you to watch a movie with her and her boyfriend. Even though you totally feel like you're intruding, you go along because you know neither of them care and you end up having a blast, just playing the third wheel and watching a movie. Thanks guys!

Having my license is no doubt the coolest thing ever. Even though I kind of feel like I'm ditching my family [my brother flew in from Maine last night], it gives you the greatest sense of independence to be able to hop in your car and go wherever the hell you want with music pumping out of your speakers. I love it.

I watched Memento tonight. What a freakin' brilliant movie. Confusing, yes, thought-provoking, yes, frustrating, definitely, but what an incredible film. It's nice to sit and watch a movie that actually forces you to process thoughts instead of staring blankly at the screen. I wish they made more movies like that, yo.

I have been getting minimal amounts of sleep lately so I'm going to hit the hay...after I do the People magazine crossword puzzle, of course. Duh.

2003-03-27T20:18:00.000-05:00

Well, I got my license folks. It took me two tries, but I got it on the second. Yay for me! After I got home from school I wasted no time hopping in my car and tooling around town for 3 and a half hours. I had planned on going to the gym but I got all caught up in doing other things that aren't working out. Plus I've got a killer cold. Yeah, that too. So tomorrow is the work out day.

I have more Pat news but I haven't been able to get a concrete hold of Heidi since last night for more information. I guess he's written me a letter that's 3 pages long, but evidently it needed some editing so Jodi took over. I hope I get it by sometime next week. Now that I know he's written me, I'm going crazy!

So I found the perfect bathing suit at Target today. I went into the fitting room, had the top on and went to try out the bottoms [with my skivvies on, of course. Ew.] and they were a small! Ha ha ha ha. I went back to the rack and just as I reached for the bottoms I realized that some other girl had taken my size! BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITCH. How depressing. 2 weeks until Punta Cana folks, and it isn't looking taut and cellulite-free, that's for damn sure.

Anyhoo I'm going to go do some crunches or some such thing and make an effort.

2003-03-25T19:06:00.000-05:00

*Does anybody know how to fix a leaky right eye?*

2003-03-25T17:59:00.000-05:00

Sick as a dog, y'all. Since Saturday I've felt a little bit of a rasp in the back of my throat and this morning I woke up with the strong symptoms of a kickassical [-ical suffix courtesy of Julia] cold. I plan on staying home tomorrow because I was miserable all day even though I took an Advil Cold & Sinus before I left for school. I'm also eligible to take my driver's license test tomorrow and you have to go before 11:00 a.m.. Mark has Friday off and he wants me to go then but I'm hoping he'll go in late for me so I can take the test tomorrow. It would be great for him because it would mean not transporting me to the gym and to open mic night.

A little over two weeks left until Punta Cana. I went bathing suit shopping on Sunday. Hell no, ladies and gentlemen. Hell. No. I am not ready to be in anything that shows more than my neck, arms and legs right now. Unfortunately if I wore full clothing on the beach in Punta Cana, I'd look funny and I would have really ugly tan lines. So yeah. Gym this week [except for tonight and tomorrow if Mark doesn't take me for my test] and we'll see how it's looking this weekend. Probably not good. Damned Oatmeal Creme Pies.

My nose is running like there's no tomorrow and just looking at Sarah's tooth is making my mouth hurt. Nyquil, here I come!

2003-03-24T15:44:00.000-05:00

Oh yeah, baby!

2003-03-22T09:49:00.000-05:00

Happy birthday Miss Tabitha!

2003-03-21T17:21:00.000-05:00

Babysitting tonight. Big social life I lead, folks. So big, in fact, that I had to turn down about a bajillion invitations just to babysit across the street. It's money, so what the hell anyway.

Patrick news update:

"He said he liked the letter. It was very nice and thoughtful. He was
impressed with the quote that you wrote in it. He said you seem very
intellectual for your age. He likes that ;) He told Jodi that he was kind
of uncomfortable with talking on the phone with you so he thought it would
be cool to write to each other for awhile. He said that he already started
a letter to you and that he would give it to Jodi (because she didn't know
your address and she couldn't get a hold of me, plus he wanted Jodi to look
it over and see if it was good so, he's trying to impress you it seems...)"

-courtesy of Heidi. He also said that I'm "hot". I guess beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
I've got a tip on a car that I'm excited about and we're supposed to be going to see it tomorrow. It's a '99 Mercury Cougar, kind of a cherry red/maroon cross, automatic, power everything, sunroof, tints, spoiler, etc. It's relatively low priced and a good deal so I'm thrilled about that.

It's about time to start gearing up for the kiddies, so I'm off like a prom dress.

2003-03-20T15:58:00.000-05:00

Good morning Iraq! Have a missile with your Cheerios!

Last night we went and looked at cars in Columbia and left without a car and with a very disappointed feeling [at least on my part]. The dealership wants too much for cars that should be a thousand or more less than they're listed and it's just overly frustrating. Then we have this Iraq situation, which is altogether unpleasant. I was at open mic last night when my mom picked me up and told me that we had started bombing Iraw. Beyooooootiful. The pictures on television make me shudder. I've always thought of war as a romantic notion. Glory, courage, bravery, love. Now, seeing these photos, I see that it is fire, destruction, death and obstinance. It doesn't make me happy and it once again makes me worry about things that I have no business worrying about. I'm totally at my highest level of stress because of all the things that are going on around me. I just need to get out and go somewhere, be with people who aren't as stressed out as I am. Which is most everybody, but whatever. I'm tired and just fed up. I can't wait for Punta Cana.