will slamming my head on the key board help things make sense?

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nope
didnt work

okay. i know he was trying to help. but. it. was. a. failure.

so heres the skinny

there was this kid who i HATED in elementary school. thats not a strong enough word to describe it. how about...despised-no-loathed
heres the kicker: i cant even remember why!! i doubt there was even a reason other than me being this freaky mean little fat kid
BACK ON TOPICCC
over the summer i attended my friends party and guess who was there?!
WOW UR SMART!!
and he was actually pretty attractive and we talked a bit and i no longer hate him :]

the reason why i havent seen him since was because he attends this private school about 30 minutes away from the neighborhood which my sisters boyfriend also attends.
now my sisters boyfriend is...interesting. really fun...but interesting
u know the type?
ON WITH THE STORY
so valentines day rolls by and my friends and i being single and depressed go to a concert instead of our usual eat chocolate frenzie talking desperately about how we need bfs and we invited elementary school kid idk why. my friends idea
we flirted a tiddle bit..at least thats what i thought it was (expecially since i have nooooo idea how to flirt)
back to my sisters boy friend.
according to him, elementary school came up to him in the hall way and asked about me. something about if i was gunna attend this concert at his school.

i read nothing into this.
w/e
he knows that my sister was going out with him and her bf is in a band playing at it and all..so...not a weird question

BUT MY SISTERS BOYFRIEND reads it as "oh he totally likes her"
so he sent him a message saying he better text me or else and gave him my number

FML


maybe im over reacting?
i feel like he is gunna think i told my sisters boyfriend to give him my number...
but is that a bad thing?

ive never had a boyfriend before so i dont know what i am supposed to do

a Dolorean with a Flux Compacitor

Three's a charm!!
are you[you referring to all my imaginary people out there reading this] witnessing this?
its a sign of the apacolypse

okay so im gunna have to be totally honest with you:
my main motivation for this entry was my knack for procrastination and this shall be my current distraction [Daisy the hand puppet got an attitude with me after awhile so we mutually decided to go our separate ways]
in a few a hours i have a research paper due. A FIVE PAGED ONE AT THAT
and i literally have 6 words written on my paper.
they are taunting me
"My Research Paper by Lucie [insert last name here]"

oh the many marvelous joys of high school

--->PRETEND AS IF THERE IS SOME COOL SEGWAY HERE THAT LEADS TO MY NEXT TOPIC<-----

so i was talking to my friend Julia[bo bulia banana fana fo fulia me my mo mulia] and we were talking about lady gaga and it really got me thinking. wanna know about what?!? u do? cuz seeing as that you have no choice in the matter, i feel compelled to share:
i was thinking about the huge difference between being a performer and being a musician. a performer's music has no soul or true meaning. they just simply...perform. they perform what they are told and live some sort of faux/pseudo "life" thing

-cough- miley cyrus and her alter ego Hannah-cough-

major kudos to those who write their own music

i got soul but im not a soldier

gee whiz!!
its the next day and im ALREADY posting something
needless to say i feel accomplished

my day:
doctor: " Good news!! everything in the bone scan shows that your legs are fine"
me: "...then why do they hurt?!?"
doctor:*blank stare*

fml...

so i had a super awkward day yesterday. [so yeah a typical day for me]
i am a member of the film committee meeting which is where i met this guy named [for the sake of this blog i shall call him....bob?].
Now Bob and i went out a few times which stopped when i found out [THROUGH FACEBOOK] that he was dating another girl as well and she became his girlfriend
yay! life!
can it get more awkward??
its me so YEAH
i have to see Bob at EVERY meeting.
OH!! did i mention that he apparently saw me when i went on a date WITH A GAY GUY?!
yeah..lets call hiiimmmmmm frank
frank was this random guy i met who asked me to go on a date. me being impulsive [the main drive behind me getting bangs] and having low self esteem i said yes
so i go and im 97.3% sure WE WERE WEARING THE SAME PANTS [gray skinnies]
and he watches Americas Next Top Model NOT for the joy of watching hot girls

ooooh isnt my life perfect?

its been awhile...

Okay...so its been a little bit but what do u expect, eh?
well twenty ten has been shockingly unsatisfying
i mean, i know its only february, but so far, the only good thing that has happened was this crazy 40 inches of snow. [okay its more than good its amazing]
okay ill spare u the teen angst and go on with updates

1. im actually going to try to be committed to the"blog" though i have so far talked about nothing. [take note of previous entries]

2.finally got about 90 things down on my list of things to do before i turn 30 annddd a lot are already crossed out. i might make a blog entry soon on those things

UNTIL NEXT TIME [knowing me who knows how long thatll take..]


lucie