So Friday night I had this awesome dream. Me and someone (it might have been Jess) got backstage passes to a DMB show. This one chick who worked back there told me that if I talk to this other chick at a nearby table I could meet Dave. So I went and talked to her and filled out all these papers and Dave just walks up! So we start talking, and then Dave puts on some music and we slow dance. It was so romantic, ::sigh:: The only weird thing is, Dave's short. Like, a couple inches shorter than me. Thats ok though, cuz he kisses me! (gimme a break, this is my dream) So we're standing there, dancing/making out, and these people are taking pictures of us (I can see the tabloids now). But soon its show time, and he just walks off! He doesn't say a thing to me! Then we go and get out seats, its in a really small place, like a movie theater, so of course we've got good seats. And then it ends. I really liked it :D

Yeah, thats how my brain works.

I threw up strawberries yesterday. My parents are convinced I was hungover. I wasn't.

Husband of the week: This guy. He's from the Lemonheads. He's hot. Even in a dress :D

Here's my college admissions essay. I don't really like it...I dunno.

TOMORROW LEADS THE WAY
"I'm coming slow but speeding." This is what I think about this point in my life. It is a quote by the Dave Matthews Band, the band I am associated with quite often. My main goal in life is to make the best of all I can, and music helps me with that. I make sure that I am happy with who I am. In order to do this, I have had to break some surprising news to my family, which hurt them, but helped me become a better person. Many difficult steps in my life have helped me to develop into the person I am known as today. Anyone who knows me knows of my love of music.
My feelings toward music are a little more than the average “music is pretty and I like to listen to it” statements. I adore music. It motivates me to the point where I feel that I can accomplish anything. The music that motivates me the most is the Dave Matthews Band. Front man Dave Matthews’ lyrics have taught me to take a closer look at my life. The most effective lyric, at this point, has been “I’m coming slow but speeding,” an excerpt from a song titled #41. It seems that, while enduring it, high school has taken such an infinitely long time. Yet, as I look at the “big picture,” so to speak, high school is just a minute slice of my life. I have been, in fact, speeding through my adolescence. As a senior, as I look back on the last five years of my life, I realize it has zoomed by like I had never imagined. I had this DMB lyric engraved on the inside of my class ring, because it is how I feel about my high school career, and it helps to prepare me
for college.
Goals for college are hard for me to formulate. While I am interested in music, playing it is not my forte. Choosing a college major will be a very hard decision for me. I have many hobbies that I enjoy, and I strive to apply one or more of them to my career. I thoroughly enjoy watching culinary arts on television, and I love the idea of becoming a pastry chef. However, my current skills have not proved to be extremely talented. I do not necessarily enjoy mathematics, but I find it easy, and occasionally, interesting. For this reason I have been contemplating studying accounting. It seems that it would be an enjoyable career for me. While I have not made any major college decisions, I have made other significant decisions that have had an effect on both my family and myself.
Having survived a private Catholic school, I have made many religious decisions. One of these decisions has been to explain to my family that I disagree with the Catholic church, and explained to them that I refuse to go to church any longer. This didn’t turn out so good, considering I had recently had my Confirmation. Of course, they were upset. They tried to change my mind by preaching to me. I did not yield, though. I have stood by what I believe in, and I do not allow the opinions of others to intervene. This has caused me to be detached, in a way, from my three siblings. All their life, they have followed the path of my parents, as has been expected. If there is a God, which I doubt, I should not be forced to praise him for an hour every week. There is no point in it. It is just how I see things. I tend to see things differently than your average teenager.
This is who I am, and this is how I feel. This is why I save up all the money left from my car payments in order to see DMB or any of my other favorite bands as often as possible. This is why I sleep in every Sunday morning while my family is at church. I feel that life should not be
wasted solely in order to get along with the crowd. I am unique. I may not have too many ways of showing it, but I am.

Thor is a fucking lunatic. I hate him. I am starting a coalition to kill him in his sleep. Just let me know if you're interested.

Which Donnie Darko character are you? by Shay

Ok, so I was excited for school until after school friday. Now I despise it. I'm ready for it to be over. I'm ready to sleep in and work everyday. I already miss summer.

I had to work are Walmart today, and then I had to shop. I was so frustrated I wanted to kill every little fucking kid there. I hate kids. Especially mexican kids. Don't fucking touch my cards, either.

On another note, today was Book Day at school. I actually really enjoyed it. I have a top locker!! ::happy banana dance:: I also have great classes. A friend had family troubles after school, so it took me a while to meet Kyle and Kristin at the mall. But I had a really good day...I'm actually looking forward to school...werid.

Well, Irena ended up being able to go to Lollapalooza with me! Hooray! We had a super time. It was VERRRRRRRY hot though. It had to have been close to 100. In my mind, Audioslave was the best act. I mean: Chris Cornell. Come on! Wow. They did a cover of The White Stripes' "Seven Nation Army." It was really cool. Apparently a bunch of people didn't even know it was a cover. They were amazing. Jane's Addiction was excelent (high five) as well. Perry Farrell may be one of the ugliest men on earth, but he's also one of the sexiest. He's sexy like the guy from STP and Mick Jagger. Really sexy (sexay even). I don't really feel like going into amazing details about the whole concert. Paula said this, and I completely agree with her. She said that it was probably the best concert she's been to...but she didn't really feel connected. There was no vibe...and thats exactly how I thought afterward. Weird. But it was still really really fun!

Well, tomorrow is Lalapallooza. And at the moment I have no one to go with. Guess we'll see what happens.

Husband of the Week: Dave Grohl, formerly of Nirvana, and of The Foo Fighters and Queens of the Stone Age. He just got married...so I thought I should make him my husband :D

My car controls the weather.

I hadn't washed my car for weeks. Maybe a month or two even. It hasn't rained for weeks Before Jess & I left to Denver to see DMB, I washed it. On the way back, it rains. I don't wash it for weeks again. It doesn't rain for weeks. Wednesday, I wash my car. Yesterday, it rains. Today, it rains.

I think I will write the City of Santa Fe and tell them if they provide the funding to wash my car, it will provide the rain.

Gee, how could I forget?

Semester 1:

1st-English 12, rm 64 (Chitwood! ::happy banana dance::)
2nd-Calc Honors, rm 53 (Christiansen. Devil.)
3rd-Religion 12, rm MUSIC (Buddy)
4th-Yearbook, rm 40 (Mrs. Duran Eiker)
5th- Off campus lunch. (hopefully it won't be taken away for THE REST OF THE YEAR)
6th-Art 1, rm ART (White. Nice!)
7th-Govt & Econ, rm 53. (Just found out thats with Mr. Garcia. Kill me. I must have Roos!)

Semester 2
1st- English, same.
2nd-Calc, same
3rd-Art 2, w/Mr. White
4th-Yearkbook, same.
5th-almuerzo
6th-Sociology, rm 55 (Ms. Sinceri)
7th-Govt & Econ, same.

Not a bad schedule, I do say. Except I need Ms. Roos to pass Govt/Econ. I find Mr. Garcia SOOOOO BORING. But I have Chitwood!! Hooray!!!! I think it'll be a pretty cake here, except for Govt/Econ. That'll kick my ass. Luckily its at the end of the day :D I'm good at math, so I'm really not worried about Calc. We'll see!

Vacation was good I guess. We ended up going as far as Vegas (NV of course) and staying there for 4 days. It was fun hanging out with Jacinda, we were as absent minded as ever of course :D Then we headed to Durango, where we took the train to Silverton. Its 40 miles each way. Yet takes 3 and a half hours each way. I don't wanna do the math, but I don't think the train ever hit any higher than 20. But there was this cool guy in the cart in front of us that looked like Buddy Holly only because he had think rimmed glasses. His hair was crazy, which I loved. He had a really long face, and was wearing a cowboy hat. I didn't say anything, and when I looked back, Meghan and my mom were smiling at me. They asked me if I thought he was cute and I just said, "He's Buddy Holly, I'm not sure..." and they laughed. They said they were positive it was someone I would have thought was hot. I do have weird taste like that...We fought alot on this trip. More than usual. But Lorn was on her menstrual, so don't blame her. Meghan was just Meghan.

Today I bought 4 Neon Tetras. Those are fish. Really cute little fish. And I bought 4 plants for the aquarium since one had died and the other was fake. So now I had the clear fish, named Karl, a big ugly fish, and 4 cute little fish. I cleaned out the tank and put pretty red rocks Paula gave me in it, and then decided to name them. The 4 cute little ones are Dave, Carter, Stefan, and Boyd. The big ugly is LeRoi, cuz he's big and ugly. But I still love him. :D

I also changed the lightbulbs in my room. I achieved this by standing on my cats' scratching post. Not the easiest thing to do. But I didn't fall! This was a miracle. I changed the lightbulbs all by myself :D Now its REALLY bright in my room. It hurts. I want it back to one light bulb, not 4.

Husband of the Week:
Buddy Holly :D I only know the songs of his they play on the radio. The actor who played him in La Bamba was cute.

what a sex-machine. Oh baby, oh baby.