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Because my journal has become more personal than it was when I began writing it, I've chosen to make it more secure. 
You know how small towns go. :)

However, I love making new friends, even if it is only over livejournal!
Just comment to be added, and include some of this fun stuff:

1. Name
2. Location
3. Age
4. Something interesting about yourself
5. Favorite song/book/movie
6. The best thing since sliced bread

-georgia

So one of my best childhood friends has a bachelorette party/lingerie shower tomorrow night. And I didn't have time to go shopping until today. So I drove all the way into North Little Rock and bought her a bra and thong set at JCPenny (kind of werid, since I still remember the two of us wearing those horrible granny panties when we were 8.)

Anyway, so I do a little more shopping and drive on back home so I can beat rush hour traffic. Everything's great, right? Until I get home and notice that I accidently got her a size large in the thong instead of a small. (It still looked dang small to me.) So I figure I'll just tell her I got the wrong size and give her the ticket to take it back if she wants. THEN I realize that the stupid plastic metal detector anti-theft device is still on the bra. WHAT? How did they forget to take it off? And how did it not BEEP?  

So there's something wrong with both pieces. With gas being $3.20, I can't afford to drive all the way back into town. Not to mention I'm wayyy tired and hate the fact that I already wasted $15 to get there in the first place. I won't have time to exchange it before I leave tomorrow, so I guess I'll just have to wrap them as they are and tell my friend that I'll take them back and give them back to her later.

Be more observant, JCPenny Boy!

In the meantime, what does one wear to a bachelorette party? And what activities are involved in one whose attendees are mostly underage?
I can only imagine.

10.  It SPRINGTIME, aka the BEST time of year.

9.  It's 75 degrees outside, allowing me to wear a skirt and feel the sun shine on my bare white legs.

8.  I have in my hands a large Sweet Tea with Peach, which I only paid $1 for.

7. I no longer have to worry about finding a random guy to take to prom, seeing as I'm going with one of my best friends in the world.

6. Said prom date no longer has a girlfriend, eliminating any guilt involved with taking him.

5.  Both PCC and DLC are closed for Spring Break next week, therefore I have no College Algrebra for a week, and no Trig or Physics for two weeks.

4.  My BFF will be home in 9 days. As will my spring break.

3.  I am going to Hot Springs on Friday to spend time with old friends.

2.  Joe Purdy exists and makes amazingly beautiful music.

And the Number One Reason Why I Love My Life...

1.  I WILL BE SPENDING 6, POSSIBLY SEVEN WEEKS OF MY SUMMER AT BROOKHILL RANCH SUMMER CAMP AND/OR SURROUNDING AREAS (5, maybe 6 weeks working camp, 1 at highpoint). As much as I hate overly used exclamation points, I have to go ahead and say

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

75% ON MY ALGEBRA TEST!!!

GIVING ME A 76% overall!!

WHAT THEN, HARRY?!?

We got 5 inches of snow Friday.
That's a first in...a long time.

Believe it or not, I am not stupid, and I am confident in that fact. Not only am I Valedictorian of my class, I've made high enough test scores to fully pay my way to college. I have a high A in my Pre-Calculus class right now, and it's a dang hard class. You think the only reason I feel secure that I'm not an idiot is because my school's classes are so crappy that they make anyone look smart. Well guess what? No matter how many times I say I hate it, my school is not a piece of dung. I've had some amazing teachers and crazy-difficult classes over the years, and for those that weren't good enough for me, I took over CIV, which no, are not fake classes. I am not lazy. I've worked my butt off to get where I am today. Don't think that just because I'm ranked #1 in a small school that I didn't have to earn my way there. Don't underestimate me. Just because I can't use your methods doesn't mean I don't know how to do math. I wish you'd realize this, because it pisses me off that I've failed your tests and quizzes even though I've gotten correct answers. Maybe if you'd broaden your mind a little, you'd see that people learn in different ways, and not all of thoses ways are exactly like yours.

Oh, and about your whole Anti-Calculator deal. Newsflash. It's 2008. We don't bleed sick people any more, because we've come up with more accurate ways to cure them. We don't drive horses and wagons, because cars can take us to our destination a lot faster. We don't calculate logrithims by hand, because Texas has so kindly given us an Instrument to do it for us, so that we can spend more time living our lives and waste less trees.

I know how to do everything on this test tomorrow. So why am I so confident that I'll still fail? Because I know I'm not going to write every answer in the form you expect of me, or work the problems in the way you prefer. There is a very good chance that I am going to fail your class. And I've cried over this reality several times. My whole life I've been taught that if you put everything you've got into something, you'll be pleased with the results. Obviously, that isn't always true. I work my butt off studying for your class, and haven't passed a quiz/test yet. But I've finally come to realize that if I do fail, it won't be my fault. I've worked hard, I've tried, I've given it my all. But sometimes, I guess that isn't good enough. If you fail me, I'll be really upset. But I'll be even more angry that I wasted $150 for a book, $500+ in gas, and $200 to sit in a classroom for 20 minutes while you assign homework. Your class has been a waste of my money and time.

Sincerely,

Just another face in your classroom

It snowed this morning. And it actually stuck. It hasn't done that all winter. I enjoyed the whole 3 minutes I got to spend in it on my way to school.
By 2nd period, the ground was white.
By 3rd, it was brown again.
Stupid Arkansas weather.

On a different note, Saturday night was fun. We ended up at the River Market, where we paid WAY too much for pizza. Then we went to Best Buy, Barnes and Noble, and Target, where I met up with Lauren. Yay! Blake decided to take up German, Matthew possibly saved a girl from committing suicide, and I learned how not to play Rock Band. On the way home we had the usual England Rant--our town sucks blah blah our school is crappy blah blah the only decent people here are in this car now blah. And once again, it made me wonder, why don't I hang out with these boys more often?

My Dad is blaring gospel music, as usual. I learned to tolerate it when I was about 5, but when I'm upstairs with my door closed, and I still can't hear myself think, it's a little irritating. I hope my Dad's not going deaf or something. Because if he keeps this up, I'm about to.

College Algebra test tomorrow. I really really really hope I pass this time.
Guess I'm off to study.

My gosh. All I ever write in this thing is rantings about school and homework.
Probably because that's what my life's composed of these days.

So, here goes another one

RANT HOMEWORK RANT RANT SCHOOL RANT.


http://www.sidereel.com
Why have I gone my whole life without knowing of this website?
Any chance of having a life again has just been thrown out the window.
Shame I have homework for the rest of my life.

My apologies for the last post.
I was in a mood.
But I've gotten over it, and altough this week is going to be crazy hectic with things to do,
I'll be fine.

I'm just ready for say, next week, when I'll have time for fun again.
I just want to finish this book I've been trying to read for 3 weeks.
And continue to teach myself to play the guitar.
(Fortunately for me, I'm a good learner and a decent teacher.)
And talk to my friends that I've put off calling for too long.
And actually go out on weekends.
Sigh. Go away, February. You can do it. You're almost there.

The other night I put off important things to write a spoof of Bowling For Soups's "Ohio (Come Back to Texas)".
Except my version is called Missouri (Come Back to Arkansas). 
I am awesome at recreating other people's work. Can't wait to mail it to Katie. :)

"Jermain Taylor wants you back
Johnny Cash would want you back
Wal-Mart wants you back
Chelsea Clinton wants you back
Evenescence wants you back
and Yarnells wants you back..."

Yes, these, along with John Grisham and Mike Huckabee, is about all we're famous for. :)

Alright. Scholarship time. Yipee!

Today was not much of a day off for me, other than the fact that I slept until 10:15. I still had to go to college algebra, and my mom decided that she wanted to go with me so that she could shop in town. 
So we had to leave at 11:30. Then we ate not-so-amazing pizza at Pizza Hut.
Then she dropped me off at class 20 minutes early.
I got a 53% on the test. Glad I wasted an entire weekend studying my butt off for no reason.
Then when class let out, my mom was still shopping, so I had to linger around Community College for another 20 minutes.
Then I got to listen to her pity me on the way home. Poor little daughter. She's going to fail College Algebra, but it's ok, it's not her fault, she's done all she can, everyone fails sometimes, no one is perfect.
I'd feel a lot better if you'd just leave it be.
Then I came home and took a 30 minute nap, overslept, and was 15 miuntes late for work.
Work consisted of sorting through literally 50-year-old legal descriptions, leading to an unimaginable amount of dust in my eyes adn throat.
I don't think they'll ever be the same again.

On the bright side, my guitar is now in tune. :)
And even more worth celebrating...
Reseach paper is complete! Hooray for me!

I heart my GPS system. It is the best thing that could ever happen to lost-prone citizens such as myself.
Tom-Tom, you are amazing. I greatly appreciate and respect you.

Today I had lunch with my ex-youth minister and another friend. It took three hours to get our food, but it was well-worth it. I'm pretty sure Applebees is my new favorite chain restaruant.

Then, I came home, and watched Disney Channel shows for the rest of the day. On the internet. (When you only have 7 channels, and two of which are down due to a fallen tower incident, Hannah Montana, Cory in the House, and The Suite Life of Zack and Cody are very appealing.) I have concluded that Miley Cyrus is a very good actress, and that she reminds me a lot of Amanda Bynes. And also that living in a hotel, or better yet, the White House, would be pretty incredible.

Ok. I have SERIOUSLY got to finish this darned reseach paper. Right here. Right now.
Bring it.

THE YEARBOOK IS DONE!!!!!!!!!!!

(events such as these are the only times appropriate for the use of all caps or mulitple exclamation points.)

HALLELUJAH!!!!!!!!

Rain cancelled my Friday Night plans. Again. So I've spent the evening doing nothing productive, despite my long To-Do List.

Weekend To-Do List:
C.A. Homework
FCCLA Scholarship
FINISH RESEARCH PAPER!!
Complete/submit yearbook 
Dinner with ex-youth pastor and friend
Ask ___ to write letters of recommendation
Begin attempts to learn guitar

Instead, I chose to clean out fridge/create amazing dinner combination, watch Ghost Whisperer, read old emails, and attempt to tune guitar.

My hands now smell like the antique shop where I bought the guitar. Not a pleasant aroma.
Sometime this weekend--maybe Sunday?--I will call my guitar-playing neighbor and set up a tutoring session. We used to be pretty close friends, until he started dating one of my then-really close friends, and now that they are practically married, I never see either of them. Sad.

Here comes the embarrassing confession: I'm the loser who, back in the anciet days of email, made specific folders for special people, friends, etc. For some reason today, I went through the Cory folder. (Cory=one of the 3 guys I've ever been in a "relationship" with. We started talking in February of my 10th grade year. We ended it in May because he was graduating, and we were getting bored.) I read all these emails he'd sent me...man did they bring back memories! It's like I was taken back in time to a very fun and exciting place...back in the wee young age of 16. It feels like soo long ago, and reading these emails made me smile. I haven't talked to him since, unless you count facebook. I'd like to, though...I'd forgotten how happy his fun and friendship made me. He was weird, yes...but boy did he make me think.  We would carry on intelligent conversations for hours...something I really hated that I couldn't quite grasp with Zach. Anyway. Maybe I should show up at his band's next gig. It would be a fun reunion.

Speaking of guys...
Casey is not the creepy 30 year old. And he is not a female. His appearance is normal, and that's pretty much all I know about him. Today everyone kept joking about it...it was pretty obvious..."Yeah, that CASEY sure is a cool guy."  "CASEY didn't get the answer to 24. Can you show him how to work it, GEORGIA?" And of course, there's always the Ray Charles song...
I guess this means I'll have to call him pretty soon, or else I'll look like a jerk. Goodness knows I could use a date so everyone will get off my back about being single for practically my whole life. Maybe I can add that to my to-do list...ha!


I'm pretty peeved at those stupid kids who didn't get their pages done even though I'VE REMINDED and even THREATENED them for two weeks. I'm sick of spending MY DAYS OFF to clean up OTHER PEOPLE'S MESSES. This is why I am not good in leadership positions. I can't tolerate lazy/stupid/disrespectful people. Maybe I'd been a funner editor if some people would just grow up and take the lead every now and then.

Goodnight.

I'm taking a reseach paper break. 
Not only am I getting angry that I'm still 2,000 words short, 
but I'm also getting depressed.
The Darfur Genocide is not a fuzzy topic.

Today In College Algebra I was passed a tiny little note with a guy's phone number on it. 
I hope he wasn't offended when I started laughing right in the middle of the lecture.
It felt like I was in Junior High again.
Either way, it pretty much made my day. Sad, I know.
What even sadder is that I don't even know what the kid looks like.
What was I supposed to do, just turn around and say, "So which one of you guys is Casey?"
With my luck, it's probably one of the creepy older people.
Or a girl.

Haha.

I'm ready to the yearbook to be done.
I'm ready for my research paper to be done.
I'm ready for the weekdays to be done.
I need a night out. 
One that does not involve school or yearbook or college or this town.
Sleep wouldn't hurt, either.