This is what Garrett's truck is going to look like once I get through with it...hehehe. For those of you who don't know, my evil plan is to have Pennington and Beth distract him while I make off with AmyAndAshleigh (AshleighAndAmy), drive her down to the truck painting place, get her painted purple, and then she will be mine. Hehe...hehe...Shh. Don't tell.

I get to go to Athens tomorrow! Woo hoo! Yay! Finally, something fun to break through my otherwise tedious existence.
So as of right now plans haven't really been made yet. I don't know what time we're going, I don't know how to get there...but we'll figure it out. It's an adventure. And after this time, I'll know how to get there for any other times we make the trip down there. It is down, right? It's south, not north. I think.
I went and returned some shirts to Abercrombie today (a potentially traumatizing experience--I hate talking to sales clerks of any kind, for some reason), and then searched far and wide for stuff to buy with late birthday money from my uncle. I ended up getting This Side Of Paradise by Fitzgerald, which I probably won't have time to read for another six months; 'The Bathroom Wall', the new Jimmy Fallon cd; and a smoothie from Planet Smoothie. I love smoothies.
Other than that, my day has been unimpressive. My mother said to me today, "Saturday is for catching up on all the work you didn't have time to do during the week." When I grow up, I think I'm going to spend every Saturday lazing around my house, drinking smoothies and reading magazines and doing crossword puzzles, just to spite her.

And on another note: Mama...just killed a man...put a gun against his head, pulled the trigger now he's...dead.

Here's something funny. Try it out.

Sorry guys. I promise a real blog later.

Certain people have been grating on my nerves lately. Argh, certain people.
As for other things, I have little else to say. We passed out flyers for Breakfast Club auditions during Club Fair, but not many got given out. I wonder what our turn-out will be. Although I don't suppose it matters to me, being in no way affiliated with the play for lack of anything to do.
This whole senior year homework every night in every class thing is really new to me. Last year, I would start my homework at 10:30 and be done by 11 almost every night. This year, I start by 7 and I'm lucky if I finish by 12. Tonight, I still have lots more left to do, but I'm putting it off because it involves studying for an impossible Environmental Science test (evil, evil class) and doing Trig problems that just won't work themselves out. Damn, I hate math and science.
I am so glad that tomorrow's Friday. I don't think I can last more than one more day of school for a little bit. Lucky we get Monday off. (Is it luck, or character determining my destiny? Hmm...) Hopefully I'll be in Athens this weekend, taking in the fun of college life without any of the work, but who knows. That all depends on Laura. So, Laura, what's it gonna be?
I feel like we need to have another get together. Maybe because I would like to cram as many fun activities into this year as humanly possible, or maybe because we have a lot to make up for after this summer. Either way, how about next weekend? The one after? Anyone?
Tomorrow morning, if you see me before science, feel free to kidnap me and keep for ransom until after the test is over. Then you can give me back, or continue with the kidnapping if you really want the ransom. Either way it will work in my favor because I won't have to [fail] the science test. Score.

It has come to my attention that some people think that I don't flirt.
Ahem.

Bursts out into gales of laughter.
Right...

I was so excited for school to start. I really was. Anytime this summer you heard me say something along the lines of, "I don't want to go to school next month," or "I wish the summer would go on forever," I was most definitely lying. Summer became tedious, as all summers do, and I wanted school to just go ahead and start. But now, three weeks into the school year, my present self curses my summer self with all her heart. I curse you, summer self. Who on earth would have wished to go through this hell?
I'm sitting here spinning in my whirly chair because I finished all my homework. It's not even 9:30 yet, but I'll probably go to bed within the hour--that's what the school year does to you. It makes you an old person. And besides, I woke up this morning during a rem-sleep cycle, and I have to make up for it. Don't you just love all the stuff you learn on TLC?
I ordered my senior portraits yesterday. I sent in Part I of my U of Maryland application this afternoon. Tomorrow I'm ordering my Seniors shirt. Everything is going according to plan...well, according to chronological sequence, at least. So we're giong through all these senior year rites of passage, like the aforementioned as well as voting on superlatives, parking on campus, Economics, et cetera. And what I'm wondering is...where are all the good rites of passage? Like extended lunch, Senior Days. How about a parade or a giant party? Or did our class, in electing the Tinsley cousins (cousins, not brothers, guys...like it matters) to office, essentially stick us with the crap rites of passage? Hmm. Something to consider. Okay, I'll admit--I voted for a Tinsley. But not both--I think that splitting the vote was an excellent idea. So maybe I shot us in collective foot here along with most of the rest of our class. Or, who knows, maybe they'll come through and get us fall final exemptions, more parking, maybe even a pep rally or two. Who knows, maybe we'll get that parade after all.

Hey kids, I added comments! You know all those nifty commenting things other people's blogs have, but ours don't? Well mine does now, as cheesy as it is. The code took me forever to figure out, because I'm 90% moron, but I got it eventually. So comment away, guys! Say something!

Edited to add that I added commenting before Bethany added it to hers. She copied me, not the other way around. And it took her even longer to figure it out, so there.

Oh God, has anyone ever had an epiphany they would like to lend me for the week? Actually, I only need it until Tuesday. I promise to return it in one piece if you'll just let me borrow it for a few days. Please? Pretty please? Pretty please with a cherry on top? Don't make me beg.

Lately, it seems to me that everybody is a little bit different. Everyone seems to be slightly off; everyone seems to be acting a bit strangely. I feel like everybody's wrong except for me, but I know I'm wrong, too. I can't explain it. For one, it feels like there's something big going on, something that involves me but that I don't know about. I have a very limited knowledge of what's going on, in general and with everybody's life and in everybody's head. I can't ever understand completely what this big thing that's going on is, because this is not some third person story, told by an omniscient narrator, this is real life, and I'm not supposed to know everything that's going on.
I feel like maybe the summer changed us all more than we'd like to admit. Even those of us like myself who stayed home all summer, bored. Maybe it's good that we changed, because maybe change is good. I've never been a big fan of change. But now that everybody's different I guess we have to get used to it.
And that's not it, though--it's not like we're all totally different people than we used to be. It's little tiny things, like how someone might react to a certain situation or how somebody might talk to someone else, things barely worth millimeters on a meter stick. Some people I can pinpoint the change--when it began or what caused it--and others, I don't even begin to pretend to understand. Sometimes I wish I knew and sometimes I'm glad I don't.
Laura, Jason, and I saw 'The Good Girl' tonight. Wonderful movie, see it if you get a chance. I fell in love with Jake Gyllenhaal's character, of course. Something about guys named Holden gets me every time. It was a sort of sad movie: I felt like I was about to cry every time Holden was onscreen. I think I felt for him more than I was supposed to. I think I was supposed to think he was crazy. I think I am supposed to think that Holden Caulfield is crazy, too. But I don't think you should always think what you're supposed to think. And sometimes I think passion overrules insanity. If that makes any sense.
If I smoked, I would like right now to go sit on the edge of the deck in the backyard, smoke a cigarette, and reread my worn, beaten, faded red copy of Catcher In The Rye. But I don't smoke, and it's dark outside, and of the copies I own, none of them are the edition with the red cover.

So it's been a couple days. Have you all missed me terribly?
Didn't think so.
Tonight was par-tay at Jason's (if five can be considered a 'par-tay'). Pretty fun...we watched 'The Exorcist', which I must admit was a disappointment. I guess I just wasn't in the mood to be scared because to be quite honest, I've seen much scarier movies. Granted, I was afraid to walk to my car alone in the dark, but that's kind of an always thing, haha. Anyway, 'The Exorcist' was alright, and then we played a bit of Act One, that crazy game that kills me every time, only not this time because we weren't keeping score. And I only get like that when I can't win.
So on the way home I passed Blockbuster, and you know how difficult it is for me to pass a Blockbuster and not go in, so at 11:36 pm I rented 'The Sweetest Thing' and 'Serendipity' to counter all the exorcisms. I've seen 'Serendipity' before, but I hadn't seen 'The Sweetest Thing'...it just ended. It was alright. Not as good as I had heard, not as good as I expected, but it was very cute. The song and dance numbers (wha...?) were cute, and the guy (Thomas Jane, I think) was very cute. With all the shots of Cameron Diaz, Selma Blair, and Christina Applegate in hardly any clothing, it made me wonder if it was truly a chick-flick. Don't they know that us chicks want to see the scantily-clad men, not women? Apparently not. Either that, or they think we're all lesbians. Well, we're not. So...they should start making some films where they exploit men just as equally as they exploit women. Dammit.
So tomorrow we're going to see 'The Good Girl' at Phipps, which is very exciting. Not because it's at Phipps, but because Jake Gyllenhaal apparently thinks he's Holden Caulfield. And you all know how I feel about Holden Caulfield...hehe. That's all.
I'm tired, I'm thinking I'll blow off weekend homework and go sleep some. Especially if I have to wake up early so we can do something for Sean's birthday. Because I'm not very adept at the whole 'waking up' thing yet. Don't worry, I'm working on it.

Ack. Do you ever feel like you want to explode?
So Poulos and his minions talked Jason into doing 'The Breakfast Club' as our show today. I know what you're thinking: 'Weren't you guys doing 'The Birdcage' just yesterday?' Yes, yes, you're right. BUT that was yesterday. Now I have no problem whatsoever with Jason coming to the realization this morning (he had an epiphany of sorts, if any of you want to write your Friedman papers about him...) that we can't do Birdcage. He said he read the script, and it's just too vulgar, and cutting it enough so Tesch would okay it would require cutting all the humor out of it. So, fine, I can deal with that. So he tells me we'll read some plays and then have an officer's meeting to vote, once and for all. But that was this morning. During 6th period, all that changed.
I won't go through everything that was said during the discussion, or on the phone with Jason earlier this evening, because most of you I've told already. If I haven't, I'm sure you'll find out. Ugh. I don't know...so we're doing 'The Breakfast Club'. This displeases me.
But you know, it really doesn't matter what I think. And I realize that. And I'm okay with that. And I'm a selfish bitch for saying so, but I don't really like the idea that, with a cast with only two girls and director who refuses to let anyone co-direct, I have no place at all. Quite a few of us are going to be watching from the audience, because the cast is so small. Jason insists on directing by himself, which I (will have to) respect, and although he'll have a couple ADs, that's about it for parts. It's not just me--lots of us aren't going to be able to have a hand in this play.
Before I go, one of my favorite things from the 6th period discussion today--Poulos didn't think we should have auditions. He thought Jason should cast it right there and go ahead and get started. Aren't we all appreciative that Jason actually has a soul? We'll have auditions in a couple weeks, kids.

It's amazing how much difference a bookstore and a little in-car karaoke makes. A few pearls of wisdom I gained from listening to an old mix or two (in other words, a few song lyrics I liked and felt like posting on here):

"Today was just a day fading into another..."

"Just go back to places where we used to go, and baby I'll be there..."

"As Elvis is my witness, I'm the King of Never Knowing What I Want..."

"I can't wait, can't hardly wait to see if things seem better off now, I think I'm better off now..."

So...to somebody who can identify all four of those lyrics, I'll give a prize. Yeah. Like a cookie. Or money. Or, more likely, the honor of having won, because I'm broke and I don't have any cookies.

Ugh. An awful, awful day, followed by a drama club meeting. Not the best of combonations.
I had a discussion with Beth after lunch today about how one can't really fail out of school, one can only begin the long process of failing out of school, because we figured that they wouldn't kick you out entirely until you were 25 or so and had kept failing all your life. But friends, I think I am about to accomplish the improbable--I am failing out of school.
And if one more person comes up to me and says, "Oh Amy, a 77 isn't failing!" they're going to get their ass kicked because, yes, I know that technically a 77 is passing. But these aren't technicalities we're speaking of. We're speaking of me and to me, a 77 is failing.
On another note, we seem to have decided on doing 'The Birdcage' as the drama club play for this year. Somewhat of a relief--no longer do I have to worry about 'Streetcar'. The meeting grated on my nerves, however. Sometimes I think that in drama club, we should all be ranked (by age perhaps?) and those with higher rank get more votes. It would solve so many issues. Either that, or have somebody who has overrule power use that overrule power.
If any of you read this and think 'What a bitch! She's talking about me!', don't, because you're probably wrong. I'm not talking about you. But I'm not in a happy peppy mood and this is a blog and I will say things.
Maybe later I'll write something more than me bitching and moaning and whining and complaining, but this is it for now.

I've been reading the first half of the second chapter in the Environmental Science textbook, and it's all about American history in reference to the environment, and it's making me so nostalgic for Serkie's class. I'm reading about things like the Turner Thesis and John Muir and the Golden Age of Conservation and thinking, 'I don't think I'll ever forget any of this stuff'. It's just strange to not be in that class anymore, and I miss it, despite the fact that it was insanely difficult at times and I believe is the worst grade I've ever gotten in a class in my life. This years AP's, though very cool classes, just aren't the same.

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Last night was fun. It was the first gathering since midsummer, so I guess that makes it different. Plus, it was an odd group--a motley crew, if you will--so that made it different as well. Let's see, just your basic rundown of who was there--it was me, Laura, Sara Beverly, Robby, Clark, Ashleigh, and Garrett, and occasionally Laura's sophomore brother Patrick would join us and not speak. And we watched 'Can't Hardly Wait' and 'Chasing Amy' (MY movie! it's MINE!) and then all the boys went home and a few of the girls slept over, but Laura and Ashleigh decided that 1:30 was an appropriate time to go to sleep. The end.
Today I'm busy putting off doing schoolwork. I have to fix my annotations for Friedman's class--apparently writing "I hate annotating, I hate this book, I hate this class!!!" in the margins of Tuesday's With Morrie wasn't what he was looking for--and then I have one more journal entry to write. Then there's that pesky Environmental Science homework, but overall it won't take too long because I have all day to do it. Haha, famous last words. Imagine me, at 3 am, struggling desperately to finish my homework. Because that's what it's going to be like.
I hate that we don't know what play we're doing this year. Everything's beginning to bother me about that. Some of you might be interested to know that 'A Streetcar Named Desire' is a contender. I love that play so much, and I would want to play Blanche so badly, and I know I wouldn't get it because I just couldn't, and I would probably explode. And I can't direct--I can't even co-direct. It's just not happening. And so a large part of me would rather us not do that play, if only so I wouldn't have to explode. But I don't know what else we can do. Jason is overly concerned with the casting of Stanley--"Who could play Stanley? Do we have a Stanley? I'd do it if nobody else could." Grr. Not at all concerned with the casting of Blanche or Stella--"Anybody can play the girl parts." Sorry to be going on about this, since most of you were there or at least have been told already. But I was thinking about how I never write about anything personal in my blog anymore, maybe because I'm censoring myself from the eyes of those who might read it, and I thought I'd write this. Because it is personal, because I am selfish, and I would want that part so badly and I just wouldn't get it. And now I'm just whining. Smack me if you wish.

In keeping with everyone else's blogs, Bethany told me a quote today during Film. It's kind of paraphrased here, because she didn't know the exact quote: "There are too many stupid people. Now I'm not saying we should kill them. Just take the safety labels off bottles of pills, and let the problem take care of itself." Don't you just love that? That quote not only applies to my (and seemingly everyone else's) Economics class, but my Trig class as well.
We all survived the first week. Well...except for Harold. You don't know who Harold is, you say? Well that's because he didn't survive the first week. But we did, so who cares about dumb old Harold? Not me...that's for sure.
Anyway, I was fairly confident that I was going to go ahead and fail out of school today, what with the Environmental Science test, and Friedman's tests, and my Trig quiz, but I think I only did really badly on Trig. Because math sucks. All you AP Calc or AP Stats kids baffle me. Here I am having trouble with point slope form and you guys are doing...well...calc and stats. Impressive stuff.
Oh, I have a horrible, terrible state of affairs to tell you all about. So I finally got around to starting Slaughterhouse-Five, after owning a copy for about three years, and after finally finishing my summer reading. So I've been reading it during Economics, and I had reached page forty or so when I got this overwhelming urge to...annotate it! I know, it's crazy! But I just kept thinking of comments I wanted to write in the margins, and finally I gave in, got out a pen, started back at page one, and began writing. Should I be shot? Shoot me if you must, but please, I'm begging you, at least shoot me separately from the stupid people. Give me a little ego-boost before I meet my doom. Thanks.
Another thing people have been blogging and talking about lately is who reads these blogs. I do wonder. One day last week I had 59 hits. So unless one of you kind people is trying to make me feel good about myself by hitting your refresh button over and over, there are more than just those of you that I know of reading this thing. It's good and weird all at once. If anybody feels like letting it slip to me that you read this, c'mon...you can do it. I promise I won't hold you at gunpoint and try and make you start your own blog, although I do think that many of you non-bloggers (you know who you are) really need to return the favor.
Okay well I'm completely out of things to say for the evening. Good thing I have nobody to talk to right now, anyway (you've all left me!). Well I'll see you all tomorrow...or not, depending somewhat upon who you are.

Edited to add: Dude, I had 83 hits one day in late July. You guys with your refresh buttons must be pretty bored...How does one accumulate 83 hits in 24 hours? Maybe I spellchecked my blog a lot that day. Hmm. Oh well.

The workload is threatening to topple me over backwards. I went out a week before school began to buy myself a new, bigger backpack to fit all my "crap" in. She's blue and her name's Lorraine, by the way. So I bought Lorraine, filled her to the brim with all sorts of goodies, and now I think my back may very well snap in two. That is IF I don't tip over backwards into oncoming hallway traffic first (something Erin says she'll pay to see me do...tsk tsk Erin). But c'mon...you have to admit, that would be funny...me, like an armadillo or something else with a big rotund shell (turtle maybe? Amy, you're a moron.), lying on my back with my arms and legs in the air, trying desperately to right myself...I think it would be more amusing if I pictured someone else in that position.
Today, my economics teacher had to define the word "tangible" for the class. I chucked under my breath, then went back to reading my book and most definitely not paying any attention. That class is my own personal hell, I think. The people are just so dumb. The people are very dumb in my Trig class as well, but the difference there is, in Trig, I'm quite possibly dumber than they are. Math sucks.
I really can't wait until Friday's summer reading tests are over and the annotated books are all turned in on Monday, so I can finally be done with my summer reading that I never actually finished to begin with. How's this for karma biting my ass: Friedman says we only have to test on three of the four books we read--I'm thinking, 'oh, that's awesome, since I only read three complete books!'--of course, the next words out of his mouth are, "You can't test on Tuesdays With Morrie." Of course. And nearly everyone read Tuesdays With Morrie, so within seconds, we go from having a choice as to what books we test on to being required to test on whatever books we read besides Tuesdays With Morrie. Yeah, I'm sure it's fair to everyone who actually read three other books. As for those of you who are like me...well I'll be spending some time tomorrow night at SparkNotes, hope to see you there.
I'm done. I'm tired. The Environmental Science homework drained me (And took me four pages typed, size eleven font. Welcome to AP). So, g'night, all. Have pleasant dreams of setting the school aflame, or of Jimmy Fallon, whichever rocks your boat. Personally, I think I'll be having pleasant dreams of setting the school aflame WITH Jimmy Fallon. Yum, Jimmy Fallon...I'll be getting to bed now. Night!

So another first day of school has come and gone...the last first day of school. And I don't suppose it was anything special. My classes are good, not great. I have high hopes for 4th period Lit withFriedman and 1st period Environmental Science with Burrell. And of course my lovely economics class, which is just chock full of intelligent individuals...that class just cements my deep hatred for stupidity. And then Drama...well I don't like Drama. I'm sure it'll be sort of fun, but some small part of me would rather already be in next semester's Twilight Zone than Elephant Man, if a Drama class is absolutely necessary.
Everything's going to take some getting used to...I don't know what to do with myself in the mornings anymore. My locker is entirely inconvenient to my classes, but I don't find myself caring very much. One unfortunate thing is that, for now at least, it just seems like 1st period is the highlight of my day and it's all downhill from there.
It's weird being a senior. I mean, it's really no different. Have any of you even noticed it yet? I mean, sure, we get to eat on the picnic tables. And the freshmen look even tinier than usual this year. But really, nothing has changed from junior year.
This has to be The Year Of Fun. I want to create so many good memories of this year that I'm bawling next August, terribly upset about going off to college. Granted, I'll be bawling no matter what, but I'd at least like something to justify my actions. So we have to have fun--take every opportunity presented to have fun, and not study so much and not be so academically minded. I know that's going to be difficult with even more APs than last year, but we have to do it. I have to, at least. And, as Ashleigh and I decided over ice cream (in cones) this afternoon, we simply cannot fight. Fighting of any kind will not be tolerated. I know we all argue, but none of this "Our friendship is OVER!" stuff that we seem to go through year after year. It gets old.
It's interesting that we have to write a journal for Friedman's class. I was thinking, I'll probably end up writing the same thing in my blog and my journal. Maybe sometimes I'll just wind up turning in some of my blogs. Although the audience is different, I pretty much say everything I want to say.
Did anybody have a really shitty day? Because last year I had a horrible first day, and I hope nobody did this year. It's awful. I hope everybody had a great first day and has amazing classes, because I hate being miserable and you should too. And I also hope that me and Ashleigh are the only ones who have awful Economics classes--even though I'm sure we're not--because I don't want any of you to have to go through a class like that. Ugh, I think stupid people should be banned from existence. Really.

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"Nothing I am
Nothing I dream
Nothing is new
Nothing I think or believe in or say
Nothing is true
It used to be so easy
I never even tried
Yeah it used to be so easy...
But the last day of summer
Never felt so cold
The last day of summer
Never felt so old
Never felt so...
All that I have
All that I hold
All that is wrong
All that I feel for or trust in or love
All that is gone
It used to be so easy
I never even tried
Yeah it used to be so easy...
But the last day of summer
Never felt so cold
The last day of summer
Never felt so old
The last day of summer
Never felt so cold
Never felt so..."
--The Cure, 'The Last Day Of Summer'

I wish that I knew James Traficant, so I could tell him to do something outrageous, and he could say, "I can't!", and then I could say, "Oh yes you TrafiCAN!" That would be the best joke.

And just when I thought things were looking up. Mm. But I'm not going to talk about it.
School in two days. Summer to me always feels like my Real Life is on hiatus. I find it difficult to feel happy, or sad, or angry, or any real emotion during the summer, because it just feels like my whole summer is just one long period of waiting for life to pick up and start again. Maybe this is bad thinking, especially when my Real Life is swiftly approaching and, as any other normal teenager might feel, I don't particularly want to go back. But I just find it hard to think of the summer as a real part of the year. It just feels so...in limbo.
We're having a Drama Club meeting tomorrow. 12 to whenever at Jason's house, for any of you who I or Jason didn't call or email. Although if we didn't call or email you, and you're reading my blog, then you're probably either not in Drama Club or you don't know me in real life. Which in itself is odd.
I want to change things up next year. It's like I want all new friends...I want to keep my old friends, of course. But I got sick of our group, and I'm sick of everything remaining the same. I want something different and exciting and fun. So I think next year should be the year that I decided to Try New Things. I capitalize that merely because it's a big deal to me: I've almost never in my life tried anything new. And also because I like to capitalize things, like Visits. Speaking of Visits...Ashleigh gets back in a day or two...maybe we should start Visiting people again.
Well that's all for now, until I discover what my plans are for this evening. They're pending. Adios.

My apologies for the anger of the last post. Well...not really.
Anyway, I'm feeling better now. Not good. Today is not good. But I'm better. But I'm going to go grab a pint of Moose Tracks ice cream, settle in front of the computer screen for a nice, comforting episode of 'Dawson's Creek', and console myself. I may tell you all that I'm going to read, but you should know by now that I lie. Like the a rug on the floor.
I'm off. Adios.

Oh, and by the way: ten bucks and a batch of freshly baked brownies to the first person who can tell me what I'm referencing when I say "lying like a rug on the floor". I mean it.

Okay, I am fucking pissed off.
I went to get my parking space this morning, only to find out that what I'd been telling my parents all along, that they'd been saying wasn't true, WAS true. Of course, why would it be any other way? This is Milton, after all.
I have a parking space, yes, but they put the sticker ON THE CAR, and they have a rule (a RULE) that says that only that car can park. Mother fuckers. So Sarah was supposed to drive me, but now we don't even get a parking space, because The Powers That Be are only concerned with rewarding rich people with good attendance. By the way, there's some temporary pass you can get to drive a car other than the one registered, but first of all it's just that: temporary, and second of all, it has to be YOUR CAR. This is ridiculous. This is exactly what my moron father said "wouldn't be fair, they definitely wouldn't do that". What a dumbass. I told him that Milton would do whatever was unfair on purpose, and he didn't listen. So I am livid and of course my parents have turned this all into me resenting them for not being "rich". Bullshit. Well. Maybe a little. I did have a thought on the way home: if you're not rich enough to send your children to the best college they can get into AND buy them a car, then you shouldn't be having kids. They will only grow to hate you. And don't send me nasty emails saying, "But Amy, children are fulfilling, and they won't care if they have to go to a state school instead of Harvard, because they'll love you for putting them into the world." More like they'll hate you and wonder why you were punishing them by putting them into the world. Why have a kid if you're not prepared to give them things? Okay, maybe this just proves that I'm an elitist snob, cold-hearted bitch, whatever, I don't care. I'm pissed off and this is how I feel and it's TRUE and whatever you have to say will just make me angrier.
Well this year is shaping up to be even worse than Junior year, what with me not being able to drop Film, and basically not having a ride to school because my parents didn't check their income before they conceived me. And I didn't think that would be humanly possible, a year worse than last year. Hmm. We'll have to see.

"So long sweet summer.
I stumbled upon you and gratefully basked in your rays.
So long sweet slumber.
I fell into you now you're gracefully falling away." --'Age Six Racer', Dashboard Confessional

What's that? Amy's quoting Dashboard? But Amy hates Dashboard! Does she? Does she really.

Nevertheless, the lyrics ring true. Summer is coming to a close, as ridiculous as it seems, as it's only August 7th. But after school supply shopping today, and registering for my parking space tomorrow, and finishing all my awful books, the summer will be over and the school year begun. I know this summer wasn't the best summer ever...in fact, it was downright boring. But I would still like it to be a little bit longer. I can't help but feel that if we had just a week more, we could go out and do some really fun thing that we never got around to while summer was still in session. But I know that if we had more summer, we'd just continue not to get around to doing anything important. I also wish school could be postponed a week or so because on Sunday there's a Butch show in Charleston that I'm dying to go to, but can't, because of the first day. Damn school.
And then I could always go off on a tangent about how we're about to start senior year, our last year, making the best of it, yadda yadda yadda, but nobody wants to hear that. It's depressing and boring and everybody but me is just full of sheer joy that we're finally almost out of here.
Ya know, an upside to school finally starting on Monday is that we'll actually have things to blog about. Our blogs of late have been few and far between, and when we do write them, they're so boring that people have been known to actually fall asleep reading them.
Okay, so that's a lie. But they're still boring. And I hope that once we have some structure in our days, our blogs will increase in both quantity and quality.
Well that's it for today, this was my blog. I'm all done. Yay. Somebody call me, my house is stifling and I'm bored.

Not to blather on too much more about mixing, but...wow, you know it's a good day when eight people comment on your latest mix at Art Of The Mix the day it goes up. I'm used to only ever getting three or four comments, tops. So I'm pretty happy with this mix, despite the fact that my burner had a hissy fit and screwed up four blank cds before finally doing one right.

"Hi, my name is Steve, I grew up in the suburbs with two working parents, two sisters, and a two car garage. I have no real identity, nor do I have a clue what I'm doing or what I want to be. Want to go out?" --Hunter, 'Boys And Girls'

"Mix tapes are art. They're like poems and collages and sculptures of sound." A way cool article for those of you who share my love affair with mixing.
And for the record, I would LIKE to be a cassette purist/romanticist...but modern technology just won't let me. C'mon guys, in this day and age to make a regular old mix tape, I'd have to put all my mp3's onto cds first, and THEN onto a cassette, and that would take ages. So, if you want to take the cheater's way out like I do--mix cds are the way to go.

Amazing. We finally escape Alpharetta, and still everything's closed down by 9 o'clock.
I was bored, and disappointed by the prospect of spending my parentless night with my dog and a couple of new releases, so I called up Laura and made her drive around with me. We wound up at Lenox somehow, but it was like 8:50 and the mall closes at 9:00, so we basically just walked around for 10 minutes, then turned around and came back home. Then we decided that it was FAR too early to be coming home, so we drove around Alpharetta, like usual, and wound up at Bruster's (like usual? somewhat) to eat us some ice cream and procrastinate.
Overall it didn't suck at all. I do wish that I could spend the last few dwindling days of summer doing something outrageously fun, but it's definitely easier said than done. Especially when you're low on funds and low on time and high on pages left to read. Damn.

"And now you know that I suck at this,
You suck at it too,
And now we're nothing more than vampires in love."

Although I won't be going to sleep for quite a many hours, I'll wish you all a premature goodnight. So...g'night!

Hey, it's been awhile.
You know it hasn't been a great week when every single episode of Trading Spaces has been chock full of Amy Wynn. No Ty to be seen for miles. Sigh.
Yes I know school starts in a week. I'll let you know how I feel about that once I finish reading the three books I still have left to read.
I saw 'Austin Powers' tonight with Sara and Laura. It was funny enough, but I think it's the worst of the trilogy. It just made me want to go home and watch the other two. But I just love Seth Green. Granted, I love Seth Green better with more hair, but still. I mean he's hot, but I don't only love him because he's hot. I also love him because he's funny, and he's a pretty good actor. But enough about Seth Green.
On The Road is the worst book ever written. Thoughts? Comments? Questions? Concerns? I'm sorry, but I'm bored, and therefore trying to generate discussion. I know that by sharing my feelings about On The Road, I might be able to illicit some angry conversation from some of you out there. And if you can't argue, what good is there left in life? Haha...
My recently discovered songs? 'Cigarettes Will Kill You' by Ben Lee and 'You' by Shelby Starner. I've apparently been in a more mellow mood, as I've been listening to those two quite a lot on repeat. Granted the Ataris sing "...Ben Lee, you suck..." and the Shelby Starner song has frequently been featured on 'Dawson's Creek', but I still love both songs.
Earlier I was thinking about how we're going to be seniors and nothing has changed, everything is still the same and so it's basically like every other year all over again. And then I was wondering if things really have changed. I realize I shouldn't speak in specifics, so I can't exactly use examples for me or anything. But I don't know, I was just wondering if things are any different and I realized that in some ways, in some very significant ways, they are. Maybe not the big things, as in everybody is basically the same. But the groups are shifting, and everyone's mindsets are changing as well, mine included. Sorry if that didn't make sense...it's late. And it didn't even make sense in my head, so how was I to expect it to make sense in my blog?
I think that the next planet that we discover, we should name after a planet in Star Wars, just to show everyone out there that, hey, Earth has a sense of humor.
Well I'm all out. Despite a promise to myself to finish The Stranger tonight, I think I'll go to bed, since I have to wake up early in the morning for church. Alas. Good-night.