Neko

I have ANOTHER one of these, they're uber fun:

1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, find line 4. Write down what it says:
"The voice of the sea is seductive; never ceasing, whisper-"
(Kate Chopin's "The Awakening")

2. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What do you touch first?
the window

3. What is the last thing you watched on TV?
Ghost in the Shell

4. WITHOUT LOOKING, guess what time it is:
4:45PM

5 Now look at the clock, what is the actual time?
whoa damn, 5:29PM (time flies!)

6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?
My mom's watching Dr. Phil, lol

7. When did you last step outside? What were you doing?
When I got out of the car coming home from my haircut a few minutes ago

8. Before you came to this website, what did you look at?
LazyXander (matt)'s live journal

9. What are you wearing?
A black low cut spaghetti strap, a black western shirt over it, blue pants, a black ribbon choker

10. Did you dream last night?
yes, I had horrible nightmares... thanks maria... I still remember them too, shall I elaborate?

11. When did you last laugh?
I think I MAY have briefly chuckled on the phone with maria but it's been a while since I've really laughed my ass off... I'm so sick of everything that's going on, I just want to break away

12. What is on the walls of the room you are in?
Nothing, we don't hang pictures or anything... I mean I'm in the kitchen so, a fridge and freezer, counter, cabinets... basic stuff

13. Seen anything weird lately?
Yes... I'm not allowed to elaborate

14. What do you think of this quiz?
well I like filling them out... don't know why

15. What is the last film you saw?
When a Stranger Calls

16. If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy first?
A very... very nice house

17. Tell me something about you that I don't know.
Who's I?

18 If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?
I'd figure out something to do about religion... I'm sick of religious intolerance... if you want to be a fucking christian, be a fucking christian... if you want to be a fucking jew, be a fucking jew... if you want to be a fucking buddhist... BE A FUCKING BUDDHIST! And if anyone gives you shit about it... they should be dealt with

19. Do you like to dance?
goodness GRACIOUS yes.... wow... I could dance all day, I don't care how, where, when, or to what... I LOVE to dance

20. George Bush: is he a power-crazy nutcase or some one who is finally doing something that has needed to be done for years?
Pft, don't ask me about politics, I think he's done some damn stupid things lately... but for now I don't care

21. Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?
I've always LOVED the name Alex for a girl, i might name her Alexandra though

21. Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?
I really like James

22. Would you ever consider living abroad?
of course, though I'd be scared I'd feel lost without my 1st language... I get lost easy

Yesterday... was fucked up... the first of the month, and it's already shit

in fact, it was SO fucked up that I didn't even get to write my journal yesterday so I vent today, and since the list from the worst day ever is so long, forgive the rambling format.

So it all started when I woke up 18 minutes late and had to take a shower, I got out of the shower 20 minutes late, thus, I was unable to do anything with my hair and it looked like shit ALL day.

So I get to school SUPERBLY late and run into my assigned seat JUST barely making it in on time at all. Announcements end and maria runs over to say "OMG AUDDIE AND ALEX ARE BREAKING UP" Now, I found it hard to believe that the world's most PERFECT couple was driving to an end... then I talked to Alex. At Activity, it all ended, and everyone became depressed.

5th period rolls around and it's time to work on history. Mrs. Lucas tells us we'll be finishing our outlines in the library that day in class.
random student: "what if we're done?"
me: "um... what if we're like, half done and the outline's at HOME?"
Mrs. L: Well were you not LISTENING when I told you all to email your outlines to yourselves so we could work on it today?
me: (why does this ALWAYS happen to m-)
hunter: uh... you never said that
Then the whole class pretty much backed me up in the fact that she had told us NOTHING of the sort. So I ask if I can call my home and see if anyone's there to email the outline to me and she says "NO!" ....well... thank you... so I said "but my dad's HOME right now, PLEASE" so she finally let me.

So my dad's at home on my computer finding my history outline when he reads off one of the titles of one of the IM conversations I've saved... oh... fuck..... I forgot those were there and he was TOTALLY going to read all the NOT ok things I've said online! So I start panicking and wasn't sure of what to do so right after I hung up I called him back to tell him to make sure the computer shuts down since it's messed up and he told me I'd need to clean the computer off. The whole rest of the day I was in a panic about what my parents were going to say and I just wanted to get home to my doom and get it over with and get everything off my chest. I leave the classroom and Tiffany's outside, she offers to walk me to my class which was cute so I accepted (though I was afraid of what Mrs. Lucas might say). Well as soon as I enter the library again, mrs. L steps out of the computer lab and meets me there to lecture me on how untrustworthy it looked when I leave for 15 minutes and come back with a friend and that I was always making up excuses. I offered to let her call my dad as PROOF that I had been talking to him but she told me to sit down. When I sat down Haily pointed out that she had taken the potato chips I had been munching on and thrown them away.

6th period. Spanish. I was ACTUALLY on time but I went to the bathroom to vent to tiffany (and to pee) because I was VERY distressed and on the verge of a melt down about my dad reading my IM conversations (I had had ALL of lunch to ponder the horrors) so I come out of the bathroom... and I'm now late... Sra. Riley tells me this is an ongoing pattern and that I really needed to talk to her after class. I looked up at her board at the detention list and I had ANOTHER detention because it said I had SKIPPED my last one!!!! I DIDN'T! So I just was enraged and so frusterated that I sat down and cried into my arms in the middle of class. Then we had to do partner work... great. Sra. Riley noticed I was crying and said "Kelsey? do you need to go to the bathroom" very sympathetically. "YES" I said and I darted out of the room before anyone noticed how pink I was. Sra. Riley came into the bathroom to talk to me, "is this because I yelled at you? or is this family stuff??" she asked calmly, "no no, it's all family issues, it's ok, I'm sorry" I couldn't stop crying now, she was being so nice...
"well do you want to talk about it or anything?"
"I really don't know what to say... I'm just kinda in a fight with my mom"
"well is it a big fight, like you told her you were moving out or something? :)"
"no no, it's nothing, I'm sorry"
"ok, well you don't need to talk to me about it, just wash your face and come to class when you're ready ok?"
I nodded. After that everything went uphill. I had been desperately trying to figure out an excuse to call my dad and determine what he had or hadn't seen. Suddenly I had an idea. I went back into the classroom and asked if I could call my dad. Sra. Riley said it was ok if I went to the office to do it. So I called him and said that I had sent a new copy of the outline but not to print it and he sounded very happy... and not upset. So he said when I got home we'd clean off the computer but I told him not to delete any files until I got there and he said he wouldn't touch the computer.

So things got gradually better. I went back to spanish, sra. riley said I should talk to mrs. hodges and told her I was thursday. I went to math, I forgot about everything, jessie and becton were there after class, becton beat jessie with my shoe, that was funny... then I got in my mom's car to go home.. she didn't say anything... and everything was ok. But then I got home and noticed my dad HAD read three files but they were DEFINITELY not the worst of it, and he didn't tell my mom OR say anything to me about them, so it's ok... unless he's plotting to use that against me for later...

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"Gerbil AIDS are like Gatorades!!"
-me

Currently Listening Love. Angel. Music. Baby. By Gwen Stefani see related

- Hollaback Girl

Boy is MY internal clock off! I would've gotten home and talked to you guys but I got back in around 1 in the AM and that means to me it was SEVEN IN THE MORNING and I hadn't slept the entire night. I'm still on Paris time (that's the most recent time my body adjusted to.)

So here I sit at 9:15AM writing this journal... feeling like it's 3:15PM and unable to return to my peacful slumber.

On to details

I can't remember my England trip in chronological order but I'll try to remember it all anyway.
Let's see... to start off, we'll begin our journey at the airport. As soon as we got out of the car and had all our luggage ready to go my dad stomps his foot and screams "DAMMIT!!!!!!! Where the hell is the camera!?!?!?" me and my mom have no clue, he slams his fist down on the bumper of the car and goes, "Beautiful.... it's sitting on the dining room table" then proceeded to cuss for many hours on end. Now this isn't JUST a camera. This is his $500 digital Lumix that he bought specifically for THIS trip that does EVERYTHING. We move on brainstorming ways to get it back and we decide to have the dog sitter mail it to our hotel which took about a week express mail. Waiting in line to check our baggage my dad suddenly yells "SHIT!" what now? He started laughing like a crazy dude and said, "ALL of our money is in the camera bag," then proceeded to cuss more... yikes. Well, we still had some travelers checks and the little amount on our debit cards after he emptied them and turned them into the cash in the camera bag. Ok... on to London.

The six hour flights kicked ass with the inflight entertainment.
The total of movies I watched (including the trip back) were... "The Grudge", "Elektra", "The Spongebob Movie", "The Incredibles" and we watched "Win a Date with Tad Hamilton" in the hotel in Paris. I also watched some Simpson's episodes and was SURE to catch "Dr. Who" a TV show considered THE british show (they even mention on Buffy that Andrew has seen EVERY episode) And this show is a classic... I mean, there's probably not another show in the world that did better... I mean, it's been on the Air with new episodes for the last 80 YEARS!!!! And still going!! Of course the actors keep changing, but the show ALWAYS goes on.

The hotel, London Holiday Inn "the Kensington Forum" (what my room looked like). <- and the lobby. Wow... it was MASSIVE... even after everyone said the rooms in Europe were the size of dimes. Oh yeah, and one little detail... I had my own room.
The concierge led us up the lift to our room and down a hallway where a single door read "rooms 1117 & 1119" Inside this door was a strip of our own private hallway and our two rooms on opposite ends. (Pictures soon!)

We hit all the basic tourist sights of course, including the British Museum and the Natural History Museum both big enough to lose yourself in and NEVER find the exit. And both containing some pretty interesting stuff (I have pictures!) And of COURSE went to see big ben (he's shorter than you think, believe me!) We also did the London Eye! (it's like a HUGE ferris wheel where you can see all of London and then some (google it)

and we of course went to the infamous Tower of London (Angel was arrested and taken there once! Ok... I'm NOT obsessed) Of course I don't know why they call it THE tower of London and not Towers of London, "The Tower of London" is in fact dozens of massive torture chambers and prisons (One of which was named the Beauchamp tower, that explains something about dear Vice Principal Mrs. Beauchamp.) And we saw the crown jewels (it's shiny!!) in one of the towers.

On thursday night (the only night I know the date of) we went to Her Majesty's Theatre and saw... BUMMMMM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM (that's Phantom of the Opera if you can't tell) and it was AMAZING. I stayed out back to get autographs hoping to beat the mob, only to discover... no mob. Apparently in Europe, people don't stay for autographs... LUCKY ME!!! First to come out was Raoul and I got his autograph (he was HOT... DON'TSHOOTME!) and next up was Meg. Then we patiently waited for 30 minutes (when Phantom was supposed to finish his makeup removing as it said in the program) only to have some guy come out and tell us him and Christine left already!! src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/shocked.gif" width=20> We asked what door and the dude said they went through the damn door we were at!!!! Either they slipped out RIGHT after the performance... or they walked RIGHT BY US!!! My dad told me "you know... I saw some guy come out of the stage door and get on a motorcycle... he kept looking at me... hah, maybe he was the phantom and he was wondering why we didn't ask for his autograph! Hahahaha!" Dad... shut up.

But that's ok, at least I saw the performance!!! Too bad I couldn't just kill all the people around me... the lady to my left who was crinkling and Marks & Spencer bag the WHOLE time, the man and woman in front of me who kept inching closer, and closer, and CLOSER as my view of the stage got smaller, and smaller... and the dude next to them who was fidgeting the WHOLE time and his chair was squeaky. Nothing can ruin a good play like humans. And they portrayed the Phantom as VERY evil in this one (like they even made it seem as though he was marrying Christine JUST to have sex with her! How do you do THAT!?!)

ANYWAY, back on track. We of course had to shop for some "ahead of the rimes" fashions and I'll tell you what!! I mean I hate shopping but it was like an infection here, I couldn't stop! We even went to Harrods in London!!!! But most of you know... Harrods... not exactly anything purchasable for our level in society. I did see one top I liked. It was blue, strapless, and had sheer fabric hanging from it. Simple... and £999... in other words $2,000. Most of the stuf there was around that price range. I blank white T-Shirt with ribbing (like our modern dance t-shirts... wife beater shirts) With the name "dior" on it... £196... shizat. Double that to get the amount in $. I did find ONE thing, it was that ADORABLE bikini from seventeen magazine that I haven't found ANYWHERE else in the world with the pink top and army bottoms with the pink bows on the bottoms so they match. I fell in love with that bathing suit when I saw it and haven't found it... now here it was... in London... in HARRODS... for £30!!!!!!!!! HOLY FRICK... I try it on in my size... the top fits... the bottom covers NOTHING... do you know the BRAGGING RIGHTS I WOULD HAVE HAD!!! And people always NOTICE bathing suits!! And ask where they're from!!! HARRODS HARRODS HARRODS!!!! NOOOOOoooo.... well.. I did end up getting an ADORABLE necklace (the bragging rights remain!) and it was NOT too bad as far as price goes, it was actually like £15-20 I don't remember.

Oh yeah, and I saw Kate and Tom Cruise when I caught a ride in a cab. They were spending time in London at the same time as us (apparently Oprah was in Paris too but I didn't see her).

Now on to Paris. We thought LONDON was crowded. Let me just say you can NOT get along well in Paris if you don't know French... even my dad who DOES know French fluently was faced with dozens of rude people who turned their noses when he asked for help. They literally turned away, deliberately ignoring you while you were looking them in the face asking for help. Very different from London where if you even LOOK lost, people will stop and help (it's amazing).

I'm Parised out... I'm sick of it already and I don't plan to go back. The city was beautiful but it was overwhelming and it gave you this empty and scared feeling when you can't speak their language. It was dirty and hectic. They don't even have lines on the road!!!! Can you believe that!? NO LINES, people just... GO... I don't know how they aren't all hitting each other. Of course on the ride back from Paris to the Chunnel the Taxi driver suddenly bursts out, "The mayor of Paris is a homosexual" O_O... ok... thanx... but apparently this guy isn't just gay.. he's weird... he's actually making a strive to rid the city of cars and is therefore SHRINKING THE ROADS!!! wtf is up with that!? He's doing some other weird stuff too, but I don't remember what.

Anyway, our hotel was BEYOND amazing, I think my dad won the lottery and didn't bother to tell us. (part of our room:
AND a TINY piece of the lobby )
I felt like Royalty. But alas, we shared a room. I didn't think sleeping in the same room with mah folks would be a problem. But I haven't done that in years (we hardly ever travel) so this was an experience I'd forgotten. Don't think I'm spoiled, it's just... I could NOT stay in the same room with them and sleep. We're talking, them up until 4 in the morning brushing and flossing and talking and fidgeting and crap, and my dad snored SO FRICKING LOUD it was inhuman. I turned my CD player ALL THE WAY UP and I could STILL hear him LOUDLY over that!!!!!! I tried sleeping in the bathroom (yes, it was massive enough to do this) but I could STILL hear him. So I left. Just grabbed a room key and left. I thought if I walked long enough I would come back and the snoring would be gone. So I turned around and headed back eventually... um.... which room was ours again?! I couldn't find a hallway that even looked REMOTELY like ours... and keep in mind I aven't even left the floor we were staying on. I looked down at the key thinking it MIGHT have SOME indication as to where we were. I look down and much to my HORROR the card has written on it "London, Kensington Forum" Oh... tartar sauce. So I go downstairs to the lobby and ask the guy there what room the "gontos" are staying in and if I can have a copy of the key... the guy says "I'm sorry, we can't release that information unless you have ID" O_O WHAT!?!??! This is where I began to worry. So the guy says he'll have someone escort me to the room if I can provide my passport to them once we get there.... fine.... except I dunno where our passports are. As the guy makes the call I tell him, "I know this is beyond stupid" he replies, "I didn't- say- THAT..." -_- thanx buddy... So some french guy who I don't think spoke english takes me to the room and I go looking for the passports unsuccessfully and bring the camera instead and tell him, "there are trip pictures here that I'm in if that works, I can't find the passports," he just waved his hand and left... ok... Needless to say, two nights later I had my own room. (I felt bad because that was a big ass waste of money but I just COULDN'T do it anymore, you all know how much I need my sleep, I stayed up the second night crying the whole night because of the build up of sleep lack and my dad's snoring.)

And the whole time I was craving seafood and I kept seeing these MASSIVE seafood platters so finally on the last day we decided to get one. Hmm... that's until we were informed that ALL the seafood is served raw. Would you like a side of Hepatitis A with that? Too bad, it's there already. Ech... the snail was looking BACK at me!! But I didn't have an AMAZING TO DIE FOR Crepe Suzette, WOW it was KILLER!!!!! But they called in "Crepe Grand Marnier" so the next time we went to dinner elsewhere, I ordered a "Crepe Grand Marnier" apparently "Grand Marnier" is an amazingly POTENT liqour. So this time, instead of the citrus delicousness with some alcohol splashed on, they took plain crepes... and dipped them in Grand Marnier. Needless to say... I was drunk within minutes. (damn you Paris and your lack of a drinking age)

On to the good news. We saw the effiel tower in day and at night (at night there were nigerians running around selling glowing Eiffel towers stalking people. One tried to jump through our cab window to sell a tower and another followed me around goin "you want the eiffel tower? It's pretty! Pretty! Bling Bling yes!? Buy the tower! Here I give it to you half price cuz you so pretty! Here, half price pretty girl! Half price!! Where you from!? New York? Washington D.C.? Ahhh, Georgia huh!? GEORGIA ON MY MIND? Yes, you know this song? Yes!" SHUT UP).

We went to the Louvre too... Words can not describe how LARGE it is... let me put it this way:
In order to see the WHOLE louvre, they hold tours. The tours last for 6 days straight and go from 8AM (before the museum opens) and the tour ends at 9PM. Get the picture? But my poor dad didn't find a single curly tailed basenji in any of the museums (that's ALL he wanted was a heiroglyphic senji!)

We even didn't a double decker bus tour around town (none of the historical sights are marked so you odn't know what you're looking at!!!)

And the best news:
Guess where our hotel was? Opera Square..... EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPP (girly squeal) You know what this means!?!?! Our hotel was NEXT TO the Opera Garnier!!! I went in and toured and even WENT TO BOX 5!!!! It was closed off though sadly. But wow, it's massive, and beautiful and... WOW... For those who don't know, the Opera Garnier is the same thing they base the Opera Populaire off of in Phantom!!!! One side of the Opera looked IDENTICAL to the movie version!!!!!!!!! IT WAS AWESOME!!! I walked down the steps in Masquerade singing "Why so silent, good monsieurs?..." It was intense!

We did some EXTREME shopping in Paris too... unfortunately (as a heads up) the fashion of the future consists of plain white t-shirts with nothing written on them... and plain jeans. Wow... but there were SOME fashionable stores.

I probably left a LOT out so I'm going to keep writing journals as I remember, call meh!! I can inform y'all of more when talking!!