i definitely think something's wrong with me...i'm going to go lay down. good night everybody who is not here.
so said lynne at 11:46 PM [say something yourself]

really *really* dizzy. perhaps i should go to bed...or stop writing mean emails. [g] the room is spinning...
so said lynne at 11:43 PM [say something yourself]

ooooh i'm dizzy. [g]
so said lynne at 11:42 PM [say something yourself]

uugh i'm bored again. nobody's online. jess was, but she got off. so now i'm bored. and i just took medicine, so i'll be up for a loooong time. drowsy medicine does not work on me. [g]

so, people...update your blogs!
so said lynne at 11:29 PM [say something yourself]

ryan posted about i dig scrawny pale guys on the guslog! i am amused. [g]
so said lynne at 11:07 PM [say something yourself]

i hate being sick. it makes me do all these weird things...when i'm sick, i act like i'm drunk, seriously. my sister asked me if i was. [g] really. i woke up at one this afternoon (since i didn't get to sleep until 3:30, this is acceptable) and came online, and...there was an email in my inbox. from sam. it was a reply. so i open it up, and i'm like, "what is he talking about?" so i go into my sent folder, and apparently i emailed him at three in the morning. [g] so today i had to email him back explaining that i had been completely out of it. oops...

today i went over erica's. we were supposed to have a meeting for yai but i was the only one who showed up (besides her). so we ended up sitting around for an hour and twenty minutes, having extremely weird conversations. i'm still out of it. we were listening to jefferson airplane's surrealistic pillow most of the time. i love that album. i haven't listened to it in a loooong time. that and the head soundtrack. i meant to listen to that a few weeks ago but i forgot because i'm brilliant like that.

today on the way to erica's house, i was listening to the radio in the car (what i tend to be in while going to people's houses) and white room came on. i was like, "ooh, it's led zeppelin!" hahahaha....almost. that is how sick i am.

great, my mum and sister are arguing over church. aaargh...
so said lynne at 7:18 PM [say something yourself]

i'm over raft-boy.

okay, i'm not really. i'm just trying to get over him.

of course, i'll probably feel entirely different tomorrow. my emotions have been completely out of whack lately. i blame it on being sick. : Þ

back to watching center stage...my sister's home and my mum bought it for her, so she's seriously been watching it every day. it's a great movie. [g]
so said lynne at 3:15 PM [say something yourself]

or...you're not going to see the picture. because for some reason my server's not uploading it right. grrr.
so said lynne at 2:59 AM [say something yourself]

ha! you all thought i had gone to bed for the night, didn't you? well, you're out of luck! i've spent the last three hours (well, almost...) on a very special project. concerning raft-boy. which i cannot say on here so you'll have to talk to me separately if you're at all curious.



i didn't think you were. anyway, while i was working on this project i was talking to brian, and giving him girlfriend advice. because his girlfriend seems kind of upset that she doesn't get to see him a lot. so i told him to randomly show up at her house with some flowers, and he loved the idea. brian's so sweet. which led me to the conclusion that i want a guy like brian. it even says it in my profile. see?

that is also full of hints to raft-boy. but i doubt he realises it.
so said lynne at 2:58 AM [say something yourself]

i'm sorry for that post. almost. i've just been having a very emotional week, with my sister and raft-boy and all. actually, i'm just trying to make up an excuse for my depression, which seems to be coming back in full swing. i don't even think it's manic-depression anymore, just the depression part. or maybe it's just all adam's fault. adam is evil.
so said lynne at 10:44 PM [say something yourself]

ugh i'm sick. of course. i can't be sick during school, the first day of vacation i get sick. it's so unfair. aaargh...

i am so sick of my sister. i can't believe i was actually excited that she was coming home. she's making me so mad that i am seriously almost in tears. all she says is how i'm a loser and have no life and i'm pathetic and everything...she's not much better, but she fails to realise that. i have friends, i just don't hang out with them at 10:30 at night. i hate when she comes home. i hate it, i hate it, i hate it.

and i am crying. thanks a lot for being my sister, katie. really. i doubt she realises how much she hurts me. i mean, i wouldn't even care if it was someone else, or if she was always like this. the thing is, she pretends to get along with me and care about what's going on in my life, and then she just turns completely around. i envy all you only children. or even the ones who get along with their siblings. or even those who don't get along with their siblings in the tiniest bit, but at least know what to expect from them. i don't like my family.
so said lynne at 10:36 PM [say something yourself]

so, i suppose i've made my decision. that only took a little less than twelve hours! well, it wasn't exactly my decision, the circumstances surrounding the day made it for me. see, first of all i probably won't have money for a ticket, since the concert's in about a month (and five days...) and i still have to pay for my oasis ticket (oops) and the rest of my disney trip, and then get spending money for my trip. so, i'm going to go to brian's "music jam" because that is free. besides, my mum has to work at it (the library's sponsoring it, and she works at the library...) so i wouldn't have a ride to rufus anyway.

today i had to go to church, it being good friday and all. there, i was subjected to kissing a piece of wood. it is something i recommend not making a habit of. then we stood and kneeled and stood and kneeled about eleven times which seemed kind of pointless. he would talk while we stood, then we would kneel and silently pray, then we would stand and he would sing, and then he would talk, and we would kneel and silently pray, and then we would stand again...i think you get the picture. catholic customs are bizarre to me, despite me growing up as a catholic. now i only go to a catholic church when i can't avoid it (ie, when my sister comes home and calls me a "heathen". um...i think she's confused on what that word means). otherwise i go to a baptist church. i think i would seriously convert if it wasn't that my family would most likely disown me. i'll wait a few years.
so said lynne at 9:37 PM [say something yourself]

this is so unfair. i have to decide between going to a rufus concert, or going to brian's concert and hanging out with raft-boy. aaargh i can't make decisions like this one! it's been so long since i saw rufus in concert (three years? or was it two? i think it was three but i'm not sure...wait, it has to have been three, eighth grade year. because it was towards the beginning of march, and i doubt i would have gone to a concert right after my father died, rufus or not). but i've never seen brian in something that's not a school event. not to mention that i could hang out with raft-boy all night. why do people do these things to me? what would everyone else pick if you were me? (keep in mind how much i am obsessed with raft-boy, because i'm sure nobody else would care about him...) it's so not fair!
so said lynne at 10:43 AM [say something yourself]

conversation between jess and myself last night (sorry for the typos [g]):

GLCJ2: gotaa' story for you
Angry Crouton: okay...is it about sam?
GLCJ2: yup
Angry Crouton: cool [g]
GLCJ2: okay well
GLCJ2: my friend and I always notice that same constantly turns around and glares at us
Angry Crouton: yeah he does that a lot
GLCJ2: it's annoyying so she yelled at him, she was like sam turn around and shut up you moron, you're such a moron and nothing intelligent ever coes out of your mouth so turb around and shut up
GLCJ2: lol
Angry Crouton: what'd he do?
GLCJ2: he turned as red a s a strawberry
Angry Crouton: haha
GLCJ2: lol
GLCJ2: it was so funny
Angry Crouton: and that's all?
GLCJ2: I was cracking up
GLCJ2: yeah
Angry Crouton: i wish i could have seen it!
GLCJ2: isn't that sufficient for a story?! lol j/k
Angry Crouton: he didn't say anything in return?
Angry Crouton: it's a great story! [g]
GLCJ2: lol no he obeyed and turned around blushing
GLCJ2: the teacher was laughing too
Angry Crouton: haha that's hilarious!
GLCJ2: it is
Angry Crouton: oh, this was in front of the whole class?
GLCJ2: kinda'
Angry Crouton: i am so amused [g]

are we cruel? i don't think so. i just think it's funny. he really does need to stop glaring at people (i don't think he means to do it to most people...just to a certain few). now i'm even more sad that i don't get to see him for over a week. i want to see him turn "as red as a strawberry" (who else besides jess says that? [g]).

yeah...it's really early in the morning. well, not exactly anymore. i woke up at about 8:00 this morning. on vacation. what is wrong with me? so i laid in bed and listened to led zeppelin until 9:15. then i came out here and waited a little while until the monkees came on and watched that. it was one man shy, my most favourite episode in the whole world. it's no wonder i love peter so much when i look at this episode. he's exactly like me. but instead of stealing a portrait, i want to steal the basketball picture. i just...haven't yet. [g] and then when he's watching her and he gets this cute grin on his face...i'm pretty sure i look like that when i see raft-boy do something incredibly cute. unless he's sitting right next to me and i'm ignoring him for some unknown, insane reason. because i'm psycho like that. anyway...
so said lynne at 10:24 AM [say something yourself]

grr if that wasn't the most frustrating thing ever....

me: hey
raft-boy: hi
me: how'd the volleyball game go? i had to leave before the end

and then...he got off. stupid boy, i hate him.

okay not really. but he is very frustrating. i want to cry. seriously.

you know, i actually "go to him" (long story...okay not really but whatever) and...he leaves. i think it's a sign, how about you?

boys suck.
so said lynne at 10:30 PM [say something yourself]

oh, and due to there being no school practically all last week (we only had lunch twice...) they extended the time prom tickets are on sale. maybe i'll get to actually babysit this week, since it is vacation and all. and then i would have to talk to raft-boy because i'd have to ask him to the prom. yes i'm still hung up on that. [g]

today i was supposed to give blood. i made an appointment and everything, for 12:45 (so i could miss part of english and part of history). i ended up not going because i felt sick (getting nervous seriously makes me so sick...remember that period i went through when even thinking about raft-boy would make me sick?) and i pass out all the time anyway, getting a pint of blood drawn out of me would not help matters. plus, i wasn't going home at all today so it wouldn't be good if i was just sitting in the foyer, reading the great gatsby, and i randomly passed out. so i didn't give blood. i am very sorry to all those who may someday need my weak blood.
so said lynne at 8:58 PM [say something yourself]

okay, what is it with these psycho messages i've been getting on my voicemail lately? i got one last night, and another one today. there's really no message, it's just...background noise, from a tv or something. is someone calling and then forgetting to hang up or something? i'd like to think it's raft-boy but...no. i doubt it. anyway, whoever's calling my house, please leave an ACTUAL message! because...i like to know who's calling. i mean, that's the whole purpose of the voicemail, so we know who calls while we're online. but stupid people can't leave real messages...

in other news, we got report cards today. so...i should be going to get the hoggessey tomorrow. yay! okay, i did bad in trig (i got a c...) but everything else was good. but because of that c, i have to work extra hard this term so i'm not kicked off nhs. there go my slacker habits...

but it's vacation! i am both excited and saddened by this. excited, because...no evil school work (well, besides reading the great gatsby, i have three chapters left, and doing my history report)! but sad because i don't get to see raft-boy for over a week (no church next week) and i didn't talk to him. i hate myself, really.

oh look, another voicemail...
so said lynne at 8:17 PM [say something yourself]

on a completely unrelated note from raft-boy, today in homeroom melinda told me that adam got his nipple pierced. what is WRONG with that boy?! i don't understand him at all....but boy, am i glad that i am no longer obsessed with him. [g]

i think my sister went out with him tonight...which means i missed him, so i didn't get to ask him about it. oh well. i don't even want to see it, really. he's so weird...
so said lynne at 8:50 PM [say something yourself]

i am an IDIOT. i just came back from church, with the most perfect opportunity to talk to him...and did i? no. okay, let's look at the situation: he comes in (he hasn't been to church in the whole time i've been going there...coincidence since he saw me talking to his father monday afternoon?) and sits down RIGHT NEXT TO ME. i proceed to not look in his direction the ENTIRE HOUR AND FIFTEEN MINUTES. even though he was dropping MAJOUR hints to his friend who was sitting on the other side of him...I SUCK.

sorry for the caps. i need to scream right now. but since my whole family (besides my sister...she came home today actually) is right here, i don't think that would be a wise thing to do....
so said lynne at 8:44 PM [say something yourself]

interesting. (link c/o sam)
so said lynne at 3:21 PM [say something yourself]

i'm in the computer lab. computer graphics, actually. well, to be specific, i'm supposed to be in study but i'm in computer graphics in the computer lab. there. [g] anyway, i have nothing to do...today while walking to study to drop off my pass, i was walking with jen and she was tempted to "trip" on her sandal and "accidentally" push me so i fell on raft-boy. but then we started calling him floury tomato boy and we were laughing, so we didn't actually do it. oh well. [g]

tomorrow i'm going to be stuck at the school until past eight...because there's no late bus, otherwise i was going to go to the library so my mum could bring me back for band practice at six. but since there is no late bus, i'm going to stay straight through, probably entertaining myself with a volleyball game. heehee...i'll make fun out of that, of course. maybe emily will stay with me. she has practice too, so she should. hmm... i'll have to talk to her about that.

well i'm going to go see if it'll let me check some blogs. goodbye.
so said lynne at 10:39 AM [say something yourself]

another new day. woo. my throat is sore. actually, it's not so much my throat, but the back of my mouth.

will i talk to raft-boy today? we'll only see.

i should probably go do my spanish homework now. because it's due first period. thank god for homeroom. goodbye.
so said lynne at 6:35 AM [say something yourself]

could we be any more pathetic?

Angry Crouton: heehee...i'm reading [an email - top secret!] and his typing's just so cute. [g]
Angry Crouton: i mean, i can completely see his face and hair (pre-bleaching) and everything while reading it...[g]
PaulMcCGrl: awww, that's so cute. oh I am sending that email to you with the letter, btw!!
Angry Crouton]: isn't his typing adorable? [g] the thing that always gets me is when he types "posotive" heehee..
PaulMcCGrl: posotive... hehe, he's so cute [g]
Angry Crouton: i mean, maybe it's just me, but i don't think it would look as cute if anyone else wrote it like that...like how he said "spotlite" not "spotlight", erica did the same thing like the next day and i didn't "awww" over that [g]

seriously...this is a real conversation beth and i had. i am not even joking. i really need a life.

i also really need to stop blogging like crazy. i've written so much today...oops. [g]

they proved my theory wrong tonight. raft-boy has yet to come online. maybe he's too busy with schoolwork and tired after the game...i'm seriously going now. after this, nobody's probably going to read my blog. haha.
so said lynne at 10:32 PM [say something yourself]

beth and i talking about raft-boy and my friends...

Angry Crouton: jenny definitely approves of him. she's one of my few friends who do, for some reason...i don't know why so many people disapprove of him, like nate. but she doesn't. : )
PaulMcCGrl: why do they disapprove of him?
Angry Crouton: i have no idea!
PaulMcCGrl: hmm that's weird. I approve of him. [g]
Angry Crouton: well, i'm glad you do. you're all that matters : ) and kim also approves.

maybe i should mention that neither beth nor kim have ever met him...i don't understand this. why don't my friends approve of raft-boy? it's weird, because they used to, and then all of a sudden they didn't. take nate, for example. last night he bleached his hair (he changes his hair colour literally almost every day...this weekend he dyed it blue, and it's already changed) and so in chemistry today (actually, on the way to chemistry) i was saying he bleached it so he could be just like raft-boy. he just replied, "i hate him. don't say that." jealousy? no, i've already been over this (this whole topic, actually).

anyway...i just wanted to complain about my friends. i love them, but i just don't agree with their opinions. i never agree with erica's opinions, so i don't really listen to her complain about him, but it hurts coming from nate. because he used to be really supportive (in his own twisted way...which usually meant screaming, "look who it is!" when we passed raft-boy in the hall), and now he's not.

i'm shutting up now. really.
so said lynne at 9:45 PM [say something yourself]

okay i probably shouldn't be happy about this, but erica is no longer going to the prom...so we're trying to make plans to do something fun that night. i asked if i could invite raft-boy. she said sure. i won't invite him anyway, because i am too shy. i hate being shy. i'm trying to overcome it. i just doubt i will in the time from now to 4 may. grrr...

other than planning for non-prom night, erica and i are planning a trip to england! okay, it's going to be for graduation, which is in a year and two months, but whatever. i need to start planning now so i can save up the money. i bet i'll come back engaged to any guy with an accent, cute or not. well, all english guys are cute so yeah...i love accents. any accent. except local ones, because they're dumb. : Þ

everyone remember tim? okay, probably not, since it was before most of you knew me...gleebs might remember. anyway, this kid and i did not get along at all freshman year. "did not get along" actually puts it nicely, i hated his very soul. anyway, today i was at my locker and he came next to me (his locker's right next to mine, due to the dreadful thing known as alphabetical order) and he was singing "yellow". i was like, he finally likes good music! i was very excited. [g]

i'm trying to convince my mum to get us a membership to some pool club this summer...i hate not having somewhere to swim. we used to have a pool in our yard, but we took that down when i was in fifth grade or something. and i can't go swimming at beaches because...i'm allergic to salt water. how horrible is that? if i go swimming at beaches, i get red splotches all over me and it's terrible. so, my only solution is to get a membership to a local pool club. will my mum go for the idea? probably not. ah well.
so said lynne at 9:19 PM [say something yourself]

today on channel one (this stupid news thing that we watch in homeroom) they played a really bad cover of the monkees' "i'm a believer". i wanted to chuck my shoe at the tv. more than i usually do during homeroom. [g]
so said lynne at 8:52 PM [say something yourself]

okay since i am an obsessed freak, not only do i have raft-boy on my buddy list, but i also have a couple of his friends (shut up). anyway, beth and i find it extremely hilarious that one of his friends (let's call him...jim. just random [g]) is online a lot. but then thing is, jim always gets off, and then about a half hour later, raft-boy comes on. they have never been online at the same time the whole time i've known both of their screen names (which is...a few months). and...beth and i are amused by it. that's all. [g]
so said lynne at 8:40 PM [say something yourself]

haha jeff (marching band drum majour) just called and left a message on the voicemail telling me about practice thursday and to bring any raffle tickets i've sold then. oops...i kind of forgot to sell raffle tickets. [g] anyway, my brother was also listening to it, and he was like, "who's that?" so i told him. he said, "oh. because i thought it was [raft-boy] and i was going to say he sounded gay" (just to annoy me, of course. jeff doesn't really sound gay...well, not very gay). so i was like, "why would he call my house? besides, i don't think he's home yet." [g]

part two of the weird eating habits of my family: supper tonight: 7:00. what did i eat? trix! it's pathetic, really, how many times a week i have breakfast cereal for supper. part of the reason i eat weird stuff like this is that i'm not allowed to cook. but it's okay, because raft-boy cooks so when i marry him (and have a son named basil [g]) he can do all the cooking. except apple pie. that's the one thing that i can cook, and it's the best ever (well, if i don't leave it in the oven because i'm afraid of heat...). but for cereal, i either have trix, marshmallow froot loops, granola, or a mix of any of them. it's good. even if the granola hurts my wisdom teeth. : Þ
so said lynne at 8:09 PM [say something yourself]

my brother was just sitting on the couch, watching swingers and eating a snack. i glanced over and was like, "are you eating cheese and ketchup?" but it was really a taco shell and taco sauce. so, guess what i'm eating now. cheese and ketchup. it sounded good, okay?

we have weird eating habits in my family, yes. [g]
so said lynne at 4:45 PM [say something yourself]

aargh. i didn't talk to him again today. but, unlike yesterday, i did not have a million opportunities (on account of me being too early to math class and it being an even day). so it's okay. but tomorrow's an odd day, which means that i'll see him about seventy two times within the day, so i better talk to him. i'll be very mad at myself if i don't. jenny said that every time she sees me tomorrow she'll say to me, "you better talk to him! otherwise you'll regret it dearly!" so either she keeps reminding me (i seriously do just forget to talk to him sometimes [g]) or i just get so annoyed that i do it to stop her. [g]

and let me expand on yesterday's post. there is nothing wrong with watching seventh heaven, but you do not understand my mum. she obsesses over this show. she thinks it's one of the greatest shows on tv today (the other being providence...was scott thompson on that a few weeks ago? because i saw a bit of it and there was a guy who reminded me of him a lot). she has fits over it. and that's only when things go the way she wants in it. i don't even get that riled up over my shows (but then again...the only show i watch regularly is the naked chef [which i missed again last week due to my vcr screwing up daylight savings] and that doesn't have a plot line...). it's just...funny. and yet, pathetic.

now, do you have anything to say against her owning the now 6 cd? [g] you've met my mum, gleebs. did she seem this weird before? i think she's going through a crisis.
so said lynne at 3:50 PM [say something yourself]

i am pathetic. i've just spent over forty-five minutes going through my recommendations for my wish list on amazon.com. the thing is, i'm not even nearly done. this is too much fun. [g] although, they did give me practically every tamora pierce book ever published...i already have all of them! well, except for the brand new one that just came out this month, and the one that's supposed to come out in may...nobody has that one yet. [g]
so said lynne at 10:08 PM [say something yourself]

my family is insane. compared to everyone else, i actually seem normal. you know why? okay, first there's my mum. i am sad to admit that she owns her very own copy of "now 6" (you know, the teenybopper cds). and she watches seventh heaven regularly (as in, right now...). then there's my sister. she covered our car in nsync stickers (thus i named it the nsync mobile...it is now my car when i get my license). and then there's my brother. where should i start? he likes to chase chickens in our yard (they're our neighbour's...). yesterday his friend was over and they went up and down route 44 (the one majour street that goes through our town...it also cuts us off from the rest of the town, we are one of two streets on the north side of it) with a sign that read "human head: only $2.00!" and an accompianying bag. what's worse, they even had people pay them two dollars! there were two liter bottles of soda in the bag (they did this twice...) but those people didn't know it!

and this, my friends, is why i fear for my sanity. next to them, my obsessive stalking of raft-boy (although i don't stalk him anymore really, that kind of died with the end of basketball) seems normal. wouldn't you agree?
so said lynne at 8:52 PM [say something yourself]

my online time is 8:00. this is when i go online. every night, unless i'm not home for some odd reason, you can be sure i'll be signed on at exactly eight o'clock (unless aol is being evil to me). tonight...my family decides to completely disregard that. okay, we have online rules. on school days, we can only be on during the afternoon/evening for one hour, so we don't tie up the phone line. this has been the way for six years, and it will probably be the way for six more years until my brother's out of high school and the rest of us are basically moved out. well, today my brother was on the computer for three hours straight (i admit there is no time limit for being on the computer, but hogging it just isn't fair to everyone else), during which he was online for two of those hours. my mum finally kicks him off at 7:50, saying she wants to check her mail. okay, she can check her mail. 8:00 comes. it goes. 8:05 comes. and goes. now, i'm getting very frustrated here. my online time is eight. (have i said that enough yet?) when my sister's home, she lets everyone know that if they're not off by 7:59, they'll pay for it. but when i get possessive over my online slot, my mum yells at me. it's not fair.

and you know what's even more annoying? i finally get on here, and nobody's webpages are updated. bah.

and my sister will be home soon (either tomorrow night or wednesday afternoon) so she'll take over my online time. because she does that when she's home. grr.

as an attempt to cheer myself up (i know that doesn't seem like a big deal, and it's probably not. it's probably just because i've had such a disappointing day), i'm going to list all the times i could have talked to raft-boy and i didn't. it'll probably just make me more depressed, though. oh well.

1.   going down to jess' locker in the morning: he was walking the other way, up the hall. i was going to say hi, but zosia came up behind jess and i so i turned around and said hi to her instead. same word, different people.
   
2.   on the way to homeroom: i was walking with laura in a very crowded hall (she was teasing me about raft-boy : Þ ). he came the other way with his friends, and just as we passed each other he turned around (in my direction [g]) to talk to one of his friends. i continued to my homeroom without saying anything to him.
   
3.   on the way to study fourth period: this is always when i think of talking to him. i was walking with jen and zosia, and jen was about ready to push me so i fell on him so i would have to talk to him. but she didn't and i didn't say anything to him. i acted like i didn't even know he was there.
   
4.   from study to computer graphics (fourth period): i was walking in the art wing, and just as i passed his class, he randomly came out and almost ran into me. he didn't apologise, nor did i bring it up.
   
5.   from computer graphics to fifth period: he knew where i was, from earlier. when the bell rang, we both got out of our classes and headed towards the courtyard. well, he kept glancing back towards me. but there was a group of people between us, so i couldn't walk right behind him and make him hold the door open for me. : Þ
   
6.   after school in the foyer: he came out from practice to help set up the concession stand. i was walking with erica from the payphone and he walked right in front of me, seriously about a foot away, and he was watching me. but once again, i failed to say anything to him (although i later complained to erica about how stupid i was).
   
7.   in the foyer again: i got up to put my trig book in my locker, and he was coming with another guy, carrying a huge tub-thing of water between them (for the concession stand). well, there was some girl on the other side of him, so i had to duck between them. as a result, he almost hit me. but i didn't mention it. again.

and...yes, i realise that if he actually reads this, he will definitely know i'm talking about him. i don't even care anymore. today in the foyer, i was supposed to be doing my homework, but he was standing there and i just watched him. i'm pretty sure he saw me, too. i don't care. [g]
so said lynne at 8:25 PM [say something yourself]

argh i am such an IDIOT. i had like, a million and one perfect opportunities to talk to raft-boy today...and did i? no. i don't even know why i didn't. i wasn't nervous or anything, i just didn't. i did talk to his father though, and he saw me. : Þ but that's nothing special. i talk to his father all the time. i just want to talk to *him* for once. is that too much to ask?

i thought so. grrr.
so said lynne at 4:43 PM [say something yourself]

oh yeah, add spacehog's the hoggessey to that list. i thought i was coming out on the 19th. apparently it's the 10th. [g]
so said lynne at 11:01 PM [say something yourself]

i didn't get nail polish today. because they didn't have the colour (bluish green, more green than blue) i needed. but i did find cool lipstick that changes colour (blue to mauve, orange to peach, and green to pink) instead, and my mum said that she might buy me them for easter. see, we don't get candy and stuff for easter. well, we get some, but that's not the main stuff. we get make-up and shower gel (for us girls, obviously not my brother), cds, books, journal books, stuff like that. i love it. [g] this year, i think i might be getting the coldplay cd. well, these are the ones on my list: coldplay: parachutes, guster: goldfly, stephen malkmus: s/t, pavement: brighten the corners, and blur: parklife. i really want the coldplay cd, and then i think i might get pavement next week as a "report card present". that is, if i didn't do as bad as i think in trig...but i think i did. on the last five tests i've gotten a 73 on every one of them. that's gotta hurt. oh well. my mum knows i hate math and my math teacher even more. the bad part is, it'll bring down my gpa for nhs. the good news is, i have another term to bring it up. the bad news is, i probably won't. the good news is...i don't think there is any more good news. oh well.
so said lynne at 10:40 PM [say something yourself]

my gums are going to kill me. i just spent the last forty-five minutes (rougly...maybe even more [g]) flossing them. and are they clean? not entirely. but that's not the thing. i have probably the weakest gums in the world. my dentist tried everything to strengthen them, i had to use a special toothpaste for years and that didn't even help. anyway, my gums are now bleeding like mad. my old dentist understood that i had weak gums, but she died over a year ago so now i go to someone else and they don't understand. so now every time i go to them, i start bleeding profusely and she yells at me because i'm supposed to floss to strengthen them. but every time i floss it just weakens them even more because my gums are like that.

anyway...yeah. i just flossed and my gums are bleeding a lot. i guess that was the whole purpose of that. [g]
so said lynne at 10:28 PM [say something yourself]

awww sam posted my exact thoughts: "if you can't be stalkerishly in love with someone, what can you be?" i'm glad someone understands! [g]

um yeah that's all, really. tomorrow i'm going to try to talk to raft-boy. in person. everyone should wish me luck. because i'll need it. i'll probably walk by him, open my mouth to say something...and look like a codfish because nothing will come out. it'll be horrible. but i'm determined to at least try.
so said lynne at 8:56 PM [say something yourself]

is it just me, or have there been awesome movies on tv all day? when i woke up, pretty in pink was on. then the breakfast club. then basil was on women's entertainment (i've decided that i'm going to name my son basil, the english pronounciation of it. i think it would be extremely hilarious if i married raft-boy, considering what his last name is [g]). and now the sandlot is on fox family. this is a very good stay-at-home-and-watch-tv day. actually, i'm going out shopping later. to buy nail polish. i have such an adventurous life. [g]
so said lynne at 3:20 PM [say something yourself]

okay, i just finished making my video tape for beth. well, it's not entirely done, but it's all i can do at this point in time because i don't have the final thing (this year's talent show. even though raft-boy wasn't in it, i still have to include it [g]). the things on it are: last year's talent show, jamie oliver on letterman, jamie oliver on rosie, half of the yellow by coldplay music video (well, more than half, but not the whole thing), coldplay on conan, and raft-boy on tape (that's what i'm going to call it from now on, unless i come up with a clever name). at that part, i taped it all, and then went and taped my favourite parts in slow motion. i know she'll love it. [g] but i need this year's talent show so i can tape it and send it out to her! grrr...
so said lynne at 12:05 PM [say something yourself]

i just finished watching pretty in pink. now i'm watching the breakfast club. sunday morning rocks on tbs. [g] but, there's one thing about pretty in pink that bothers me. throughout the entire movie, i loved andy's sense of style. then we get to the last twenty minutes of the movie, and she ruins two perfectly wonderful prom dresses to make her own that's not even nice. i mean, it may be just me, but i don't like it. hmm...
so said lynne at 11:06 AM [say something yourself]