Hell Yes

I promise I'll write something worth reading soon, but that's so not the point of this entry.

::Ahem::

May 29th.
Athens, GA.
The 40 Watt.
Butch Walker! Acoustic!
I am determined to bring with me as many of you as I can possibly convince to come.

So I just finished watching "Urban Legends: Final Cut." There's 120 minutes of my life I'll never get back. Just think, seriously, I'm 120 minutes closer to my ultimate demise, and I wasted those precious seconds on not just "Urban Legends," but the sequel to "Urban Legends." If that's not a reminder of your own mortality, I don't know what is.
I'm considering a template change for the old blog. Getting tired of floating boxes, eh? Any thoughts? Questions? Comments? Concerns? I'll only change it if I can find something that suits my needs (aka something that I can fit a lot of extraneous links into, as well as useless personal information without having to have frames).
So who's going to get an A on the Allusion Final tomorrow? Well, I am, but who else? Anyone?
I feel dreadful because I recently realized that absolutely nothing I've written on here in at least a week or two has been worth reading. Well I'm sorry about that. I think it's just been a case of wanting out of one's own life, you know? When everything just bores you, and you'd rather just look to the future than concentrate, and write about, what happens in the present. Well, never fear, something more substantial is soon to come.

Looks as if the Allusion Gathering is being changed from 2 o'clock to 4 o'clock. Take note.

"I am over you. And that, my friend, is what they call...cuh-lo-sure." --Friends

Attention

Since nobody else has taken the liberty of making definitive plans, I'll break out my decision-making prowess and say this:

Allusion Gathering
Steak and Shake
Sunday, April 27th
2:00 pm

If anybody who wants to go has a problem with the time, place, et cetera, comment and tell me because it's very flexible. I just wanted to go ahead and make a plan so people could know about it.

It's pretty nice when the other team cheats and you still manage to win. Especially when they were undefeated, and no longer are. Yes, winning is nice, very nice.

Coincidence?

So who should I see as I'm approaching the intersection of Old Milton and...that road that intersects Old Milton right before the Old Milton/Highway 9 intersection...but the guy we hit last night. Yep. It was most definitely him--the white Accord, messed up left side-view mirror, and lack of a bumper sort of gave it away. It was weird, though, because I didn't exactly expect to see him driving around Alpharetta, not because his car was damaged but just because it's unlikely that I'd see him not even 24 hours after the accident. Well, at least he can't claim his car isn't driveable or anything.
Oh, and for those of you somehow missed the story, it can be summed up fairly well with this bit of advice: Never, ever go rolling with Chris Bidwell. It can only end in police involvment.
True story, too.

A Thought

JERRY: Elaine, what percentage of people would you say are good looking?
ELAINE: Twenty-five percent.
JERRY: Twenty-five percent, you say? No way! It's like 4 to 6 percent. It's a twenty to one shot.
ELAINE: You're way off.
JERRY: Way off? Have you been to the motor vehicle bureau? It's like a leper colony down there.
ELAINE: So what you are saying is that 90 to 95 percent of the population is undateable?
JERRY: UNDATEABLE!
ELAINE: Then how are all these people getting together?
JERRY: Alcohol.
--"Seinfeld: The Wink"

I was thinking today (and a few of you in 5th period were subject to my bitchery) about The Guy Situation at Milton, and I came up with something. Let's say that since there are roughly 2400 kids at our school, then there are roughly 1200 guys, okay? So of those 1200, I honestly think that maybe 100 of them are dateable. I really do. And since a good portion of that 100 is taken up by the guys I'm friends with (my guy friends are great! They aren't mean or smelly or anything!), that leaves very few slots open to guys I don't know. It's just sort of sad, the situation that we girls have to deal with. I mean, I don't like the fact that the dateable population of our school is possibly in the double-digits, but to quote 10 Things I Hate About You, "Have you seen the unwashed miscreants that go to that school?" Please.

Moment Of Frustration

Okay, seriously now. How does one go about writing a Senior Letter? I have this massive list compiled, and I created a new folder to keep them in in my computer, and I set up a Word document for each person's letter, but every single one of them is blank, because I just don't know what to say. A few ideas:

"Hey, thank you for not making fun of me every time you found out that I'd been to a really embarrassing concert, i.e. Hanson, et cetera. Sincerely, Amy."

"Hi, I just wanted to say thanks for driving me around so much before I got my license and didn't see you very much anymore. Love, Amy."

"Hey, what's up? Listen, I had fun buying used stuff with you all the time; I'm sure the Alpharetta Goodwill will miss our business. See you later, Amy."

Somehow, I don't think that's quite going to cut it. Any suggestions? Has anybody else started this daunting task yet?

Oh, and I added all the answers to the Lyrics Game several entries down, so if you're interested, take a look.

From The Journal of Amy:

This whole year for me has just been one big identity crisis after another, in a way. My, how things have changed. My, how things have stayed exactly the same. I remember back at the beginning of the year, and sort of over the summer, I went through this new-found period of discovery when I realized that I really wasn’t quite as passionate about drama and film as I once was. This threw me into a tailspin, of course, because without drama and film, what was I? I still don’t know the answer to that. I’ve felt very lost this year, because I don’t have something to be passionate about like I always have. It used to be acting, then movies, and even at times other things, but right now, this year, I don’t have one thing that I truly love. And it’s not even just that. For three years now—ever since sophomore year—I’ve defined myself as this sentimental, scared, sad girl when it comes to change and moving on and letting go. It was sophomore year when I first became upset about graduating. I already felt pangs of nostalgia that I predicted could only get sharper as the years progressed. I was both right and wrong. Last year, the pangs did increase, and I think junior year was when I was most upset about leaving this place. Even this year first semester, I was still moderately dejected about impending graduation. But then something changed, and I can’t even come close to pinpointing it because I know it’s not one single event, and now I feel like I just don’t feel anything at all. I’m not sad about graduation, and I’m not afraid, and yet I’m not excited about it, either. It’s not bittersweet, it’s not depressing, it’s just there. And I feel a little bit like I’ve lost myself, because that was a part of me, that sentimentality. One of the many things I’ve shed this year. As much as I sometimes don’t think so, I really have changed significantly since freshman year, and even since last year. Freshman Me would never have tried out for softball. Freshman Me would never have been so quick to get over The Great UVA Rejection of 2003. Freshman Me would never have been excited about attending UGA. Freshman Me wouldn’t have made so many new friends this year. Freshman Me would have cared so much more about such insignificant things. I’d like to think that I’m an improvement on Freshman Me—you know, “Me, New And Improved.” But I still don’t really know, because I still feel kind of lost. I think, if I could only figure out what it is I’m passionate about, because I know how important it is to have a passion, then everything else would fall into place.
I was watching an old episode of “Dawson’s Creek” earlier today, and in it, Dawson is having a similar identity crisis. His aunt instructs him, “Close your eyes. Now paint your future. What do you see?” They cut away to commercial, but while she was saying those words, I tried to paint my own future. I couldn’t see past next year. I can’t decide whether that’s a good thing because it means that I’m open to all the new experiences and things that are going to come my way, or a bad thing because I’ve always had some idea about what the future is going to hold for me, and now I have none.
Now the clock is tick, tick, ticking away the minutes until the end of high school forever, and while it’s going to take some work to get me to the fully upset stage I know I’ll eventually reach (just wait ‘til Senior Letters are written), right now I just wish I could figure a few things out. I would hate to say come July that I’ve lived with myself for a full eighteen years and I still don’t know me very well at all.

Just Checking In

There'll be more later, maybe after Jewish Chuck kicks some major ass at Trivia tonight, but that's for later.
Is anybody going to continue to guess on the Spring Break Lyrics Game? If not, I can go ahead and put the answers, but if people would still like to guess and just forgot about it, then...go do so.
Also, not that any of you were concerned or anything, but the reason it was so hot during my last entry was because the air conditioner wasn't on. Smooth, parents, real smooth.

I feel so restless lately. Not in a depressing way, like sometimes. Just in the way that I feel like I'm outgrowing my life. I don't even know how much sense that makes, but I feel like even though school is still in session, I'm already in this state of limbo where I'm beyond high school but not yet in college. Because although all my teachers have decided it's time to crack down on Amy in these next few weeks, I still don't think I'll be putting much of anything into the work I wind up doing. I'm more interested in rolling houses than getting A's on tests now. And I feel like my life as a high schooler has all but ended. But it's not like that part of my life is over and another part has begun--it's not a seamless transition like that. There's this part in between, where I don't feel like I can handle living at home and being here all the time, and going to school every day, and yet I can't move on. It's just restlessness. Not upsetting restlessness, just the kind that I have to accept.
Also, it's fucking hot in here. Do we even have an air conditioner?

God, was I right. Athens was exactly what I needed. Mmm. You know, I'm really starting to look forward to college next year.

An Ode To Jewish Chuck

Please disregard the previous post. I was feeling bad, and in a fit of honesty I said what I mean but shouldn't say, so all I'm saying is never mind.

What I really need right now is a trip to Athens. That'll clear my head; that'll take my mind off of everything. So that's where I'm going tomorrow, and while I'll be back by Friday night, it'll be worth the hour-and-forty-five-minute drive just to get out of here. Sitting around the house every day, cleaning my room compulsively and watching "Dawson's Creek" reruns on TBS can't be good for me.
So we had a pretty good showing at Trivia tonight, despite having a slighly different line-up than usual. We had three of our regulars and five...non-regulars. We somehow managed to make third, though, winning the measly $10 gift certificate that we argued over who would be forced to take, before trying to sell it to a fellow restaurant patron for $7. Nobody wanted to buy it. But at least sitting on damp patio furniture in the back of the smoking section of a crowded Mexican dive while arguing over issues as important as Jewish Chuck was made worthwhile by us not losing to the fat people. Man, those people are evil. They're the enemy.
I was yelled at significantly by my parents today for not yet having a summer job. I could be wrong, but...is it not April? Just checking.
In other news, Kelly is "the coolest." And on that note, I'll leave you. Maybe by tomorrow I'll have come up with something more interesting to say.

Does it make me a horrible bitch that I would like once, just once, to actually get invited when my friends hang out? So I wouldn't be sitting at home all day? Well if so, then I'm a horrible bitch. Because I'm really sick of this all. God, why do I let it all bother me so much? I wish I could just be cool, and I'm sorry, but it hurts.
I'm going to bed.

The Song Lyric Game: Spring Break Edition

Nobody's around and I'm bored. I know not many people are in town and within reach of blog access to "play" this little game that I probably use far to often on my blog in place of real entries, but I thought I'd post it anyway. See what happens.

1. "Maybe she'll help me to untie this but until then, well, I'm gonna have to lie, too."
--Jack Johnson, "Flake"

2. "I never wanted it to hurt more than it should. I hope your satisfied, I never could."
--Finch, "Three Simple Words"

3. "This too shall pass, and all of the words we said, we can't take back."
--Matchbox Twenty, "Last Beautiful Girl"

4. "There's a new band in town but you can't get the sound from a story in a magazine aimed at your average teen."
--Billy Joel, "Still Rock 'N' Roll To Me"

5. "I thought I lost you somewhere, but you were never really ever there at all."
--Goo Goo Dolls, "Here Is Gone"

6. "In ten years we'll go to Ohio and steal Cadillacs for a living."
--Saves The Day, "Do You Know What I Love The Most?"

7. "The agony and the irony, they're killing me."
--Harvey Danger, "Flagpole Sitta"

8. "Nothing really matters, anyone can see. Nothing really matters, nothing really matters to me."
--Queen, "Bohemian Rhapsody"

9. "It's too dark to discard the life I once knew."
--Zwan, "Honestly"

10. "If you ever said you missed me, then don't say you never lied."
--Brand New, "Jude Law And A Semester Abroad"

Edited to add: I was just cleaning out a junk drawer in my bedroom, and I found both halves of a friendship necklace. How sad is that?

The Car Report: Final Issue

Well, new car has been obtained. I'm now the proud owner of a 2000 cranberry red Jetta GL, complete with 6-disc cd changer in the trunk, a ridiculous amount of safety features, and...manual windows? Manual windows?! How did that slip by me? Oh well, I can handle. The question is--can you? So just to let you know, if you're in my car, and you want the windows down, you better have the arm-strength to do it yourself.
I wanted to take picture of the gorgeous new car and post it here, but I don't have a digital camera and my Polaroid is all out of film (and didn't Polaroid go out of business, or something similar?), so you'll just have to see it next week or so at school. It's so pretty!
I'm still looking for potential names for her, though. Yes, she's a she. So far, suggestions include the following:

Ruby
Lucy
Roberta
Rhoda

I'm partial to one of the names that isn't Rhoda, myself. If any of you have any ideas upon actually seeing the car, let me know.
Yay! I have a car!

Remember back in ninth grade when somebody pretended to sell one of the Derengowski brothers on Ebay, and someone allegedly "bought" the brother for two pesos, and even though it wasn't real, it was still really funny? Well this isn't as funny as that was, but it still kinda made me laugh.

Spazz

Don't you feel like a complete dork when you're sitting in a parking lot in your car, waiting patiently (or sometimes, impatiently) for another car to pull out of its space so you can park, waiting ruthlessly and endlessly, with your turn signal on in a desperate fear that someone will slide right into the space before you get a chance, and finally they pull out and you pull effortlessly into the space, proud that you'd found one so close to the building, and you get out of the car and walk towards the building only to discover that there was an empty space two spaces down the whole time, that was even closer to the building than the one you waited for? Yeah, it sucks.

Also:

Dear Abercrombie And Fitch Corporation,
Fat people need cute clothing, too. You do not need to cater exclusively to the size two demographic in order to make a buck.
Sincerely,
Me

The Car Search Report

It's going very well. Yesterday, my dad was saying I'd likely have a car by the end of the school year; at the first dealership we went to today he told the salesman we'd probably be buying one within the next few weeks; at the second dealership we went to he told the salesman likely within the next few days. I've already picked out one I want--I could go get it tomorrow, if I had my way about it. But my dad wants to research and stuff. I'd rather be impulsive, but I can see why one might not want to buy a car blindly. But the one I want is so cute! Jettas rock.

Vroom!

I get to go look at cars tomorrow! My dad and I are going to go...somewhere...to see about gettin' me a Jetta! Originally he was like "We'll probably get you a car by August," but I talked him into going this week, since I'll be stuck here and all. I just know I'm going to walk onto the lot, fall in love with the first one I see, and not want to look at any others. I really don't see the point of "shopping around" very much...I mean, they're all going to be about the same price, correct? I don't know. I won't likely get a car this week, but with any luck, I'll have one before the school year's over so I can break it in, so to speak, before college. Fun!

...and it's not us. And it's 100% my fault. God, on top of everything else, do I have to suck so badly at softball, too?

I have another softball game tonight. I'm...well, not nervous, exactly. Let me put it to you this way: currently there are only two undefeated teams in the league. After tonight's game, there will only be one. So knowing my luck, a ball is going to come towards me way out in right field and I'm going to miss it entirely and it's going to be a freaking grand slam. And I'm hoping that doesn't happen.
Teachers that give tests the Friday before spring break suck. My motivation is entirely gone.

Technology Must Be Smiling On Me

My template started to update again, so no more everything dated March 3rd! And Aniele's blog's template stopped being such a little bitch once I figured out what to do with her archives. And...there was something else, but I can't remember it right now. Perhaps later.
This week is so exhausting. No, scratch that, last week was exhausting. There's something about coming home every night at ten o'clock that really just doesn't appeal to me. No, this week is just tiring. It's going to be a long week, I know, because we're all just waiting for spring break to arrive. Not to mention that the teachers all had a conference this morning in the auditorium where Tesch told them the following: "Attention teachers. This is the week for you to pull out all the stops. Every test you've been waiting to administer, every project you've been considering, every quiz, every homework assignment--I want it all to fall on this week. Preferably on either Thursday or Friday. If you don't do what I say, you're fired." Doesn't that suck?
So it looks like I'll be residing in sunny Athens, Georgia come next fall. I haven't officially decided between Georgia and Maryland, but c'mon...UGA = new car, while UMD = no car. Take your pick. I'm not too broken up about it...relatively, at least. It could be worse. I think I'm going to go up to UGA over the break to visit Lindsey, maybe go to a couple of her classes with her if things work out that way. Should be fun. At least it's somewhere. I don't like this whole "Amy doesn't get to go anywhere over Spring Break" deal. It's so not cool.
I've put off my poetry project long enough. If I have any hope of going to Trivia tomorrow evening, I have to do most of it tonight. So, that's what I'll be doing from now until, well, later.

Does anyone have any information on what's up with Yinga, the little fuckers? The whole site is down, and I need to know my daily stats, it's like a drug!
More to come.