Llama Waxing for Beginners

2003-02-16T16:56:00.000-05:00

2002-12-29T19:18:00.000-05:00

The guide is complete. You are now an expert llama waxer. If you would like to study further, you might want to check out the about the author page:

http://www.livejournal.com/users/fiji_mermaid

And remember, no matter how bad life seems to be, wherever you are, whoever you are, Fiji loves you.

2002-12-22T17:59:00.000-05:00

Pre-post footnote: Caro and Laura, I didn't forget the fansigns. I'll post them soon.

Well, it's December 22nd. The year's almost over now. I have nine days. Nine short days to fix myself.
Why do I need to fix myself? Because I am broken. I geve myself a list, last new years, of repairs needed. I don't remember the exact list, but I know the general gist. My progress so far:

Don't Be So Goddamn Fat
Ok, I'm not quite as goddamn fat as I was a year ago. There is, however, still much work to be done. I give myself these nine days to lose 14 pounds. If I fail, I'll be depressed about my wieght forever. Big change, huh? If I succeed,... well, let's face it, I'll never succeed.

Lose the Zits
Nope. In fact, my zits have apparently found God, and thus have decided to go forth and multiply. This is not acceptable. I give myself these nine days to find a way to make my zits homosexual so they cannot make new zits.

Get a Boyfriend
Ha. Ha. Ha.

Get a Life
This one didn't exactly work out, either. Lives are pretty hard to find. So no, I didn't get a life. I did, however, get a big purple hat, which is nowhere near as good.

Wow, I'm pathetic.

2002-12-20T20:20:00.000-05:00

ACK!
One of those home video shows is playing in the Living Room, and they just showed two guys playing piano. They were dood, too. Funny thing was, they pulled down thier pants and played without using thier hands, if you know what I mean.

2002-12-10T19:20:00.000-05:00

Seasons of Love
From the musical Rent
I highly recommend everyone download this song.

Seasons of Love by RENT (From The Musical)
COMPANY
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred moments so dear
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure -- measure a year?
In daylights -- In sunsets
In midnights -- In cups of coffee
In inches -- In miles
In laughter -- In strife
In -- Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure a year in the life?
How about love?
How about love?
How about love?
Measure in love
Seasons of love
Seasons of love
SOLOIST #1
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Journeys to plan
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure the life
Of a woman or a man?
SOLOIST #2
In truths that she learned
Or in times that he cried
In bridges he burned
Or the way that she died
ALL
It's time now - to sing out
Tho' the story never ends
Let's celebrate
Remember a year in the life of friends
Remember the love
Remember the love
Remember the love
Measure in love
SOLOIST #1
Measure, measure your life in love
Seasons of love ...
Seasons of love

2002-12-07T23:14:00.000-05:00

I love you bloggie. Hppy birthday, I'm sorry i've ignored you.

I can't even maintain a good relationship with my blog.

2002-12-06T22:55:00.000-05:00

Quick question:

Is it just me, or am I doomed to be the last of my frinds to get a date? I mean, let's list, shall we?

Carver
Nicholas
Bianca
Caro
Laura
Sally
Carlos
Juan

Gables
Bess
Ariel (or at least she could)
Duckie
Kasey
Everone in the school who isnt me

Am I really that repulsive?

2002-12-06T17:14:00.000-05:00

OK, that's all fixed now.

2002-12-06T15:26:00.000-05:00

I've been crying for half an hour. Orange juice doesn't help and neither does chocolate. This isn't a fat post, this is way worse.

OK, backround information: My mom's best friend Arlene and her long-term boyfriend Peter are coming down from Vancuver Island. Also, my birthday is February third. I hate more than anything camping, nature, and being in close quarters with my family for long amounts of time.

The plan was (was being a very impotant word important word) that Arlene and Peter would get here sometime during the week of the 10th. We'd all end up in the keys that weekend, and I would get out of it because of my play. After school today, my mom told me the plan has been change.

They're now getting here on Jan 30. That weekend (Jan 31st- Feb 2) we'll all go camping in Some park in one of those middle keys that noone cares about. I'm allowed to bring a friend so I can be thouroghly embarrassed by my family. I can easily get out of it, but if I do it means I have to stay with grandma, which means I'm not allowed to go out at all.

My mother has stolen my birthday weekend!

And the worst part? When her birthday rolls around, if I dare breath one word of complaint about her plans, she yells at me that it's her weekend, so she can do as she damn well pleases. Tangent: She's a fucking hypocrite and I hate her. Anyways, I brought the above to her attention,and she said I see my friends all the time and she doesn't see why I need to go out on MY BIRTHDAY WEEKEND! She really doesn't get it.

I hate her. I need out of the house right now. If you wanna walk to the grove, or can give me a ride somewhere else, invite me somewhere, plese. If I'm not online, call me. I'm suffocating in this house, plus i really need a hug.

2002-12-04T18:17:00.000-05:00

http://www.standonguard.com/index2.html
Bwahahaha!!!!!
Boo-yah!
Northsi-iiiiiide! What!

2002-12-03T19:09:00.000-05:00

I had the funniest dream the other night. Funny, but dirty, even for me. Too dirty even to post on my blog. If you really want to know, I'll tell you, but only because it's hilarious.

Yesterdy was pretty cool.

In music theater, we were blocking the play (figuring out where everone goes and what they do), when Joe walks in, late, as usual, but completely stoned. This provided the entire class with some quality entertainment. You see, Joe is an extreamly gay valley-girl type. As I said before, Joe is very, very gay. As Mr. Cabrera says, when Joe farts, it don't make a noise. Anyways, halfway through his big scene, Joe points straight at Luchy and screams out "She raped me!" This, of course got a very surprised reaction from the class. He completed his statement with "We had sex! i had sex with her!" Cabrera said Joe's out of the gay club.

In science we were doing a project. We had to assembly a cell out of junk from around our homes. This meant we did a little work and had alot of fun. We recounted our weekend, and acused everyone of cheating on us with others, which they of course were. Oh, and Nelson declared he would "so be after me" if I was shorter. My science class is a soap opera.

Today was kind of boring.

In math we determined that Sean is a cute little puppy dog (when he gives us answers. When he starts singing "I'm too sexy", I hit him with my mechanical pencil)

English, and Munnerlyn's back. Hopefully, we get that new intern soon. Munnerlyn really hates me. On the bright side, she gave us group projects, and i got a pretty cool group.

Lunch- Kasey's gonna get dumped. but don't tell anyone. He spent 95% of the lunch period talking about sex and pot in an effort to impress Ducky, who might be dating him. Also, Arial and I tested all convienient guys, and determined that Hugo has the best man boobs. The boy's finally developing some pride in them, too.

OK, short post. I feel like shit, I'm gonna go eat something fattening and unhealthy, because I'm an idiot.

2002-11-28T22:12:00.000-05:00

Stalkers, Texans, and Anorexia Envy

OK, school is getting moderately entertaining. My stalker has become a banacle, and my friends are scared he's gonna break into my locker.

Last night, I went to the Grove with Tweetie and we people watched. We were sitting there watching the spray-paint guy, and he painted something with the twin towers in it. We instantly predicted that it would be the first to sell. Soon, a scrawny, middle-aged, balding man with a huge belt buckle walked over. Tweetie, noticing the belt buckle, said he would buy it. Sure enough, he sune started talking to the artist about it. Right when we thought he was definately gonna buy, a new buyer walked up.
This man was very spherical, and he had the look of a Texan CEO about him. I could easily imagine him wearing a cowboy hat. He was smoking a cigar. Around him frolicked about eight chubby kids. Behind him stood his blond Mexican trophy wife. He was, as Tweetie said, a caricature of himself. This was a man who would buy a painting of the twin towers.
Of course, he did. And belt buckle guy bought the another of the same, which the artist had pre-made.

~*^*~

Today, I woke up at exactly 8:59, reached automatically for the remote and turned the channel instinctively to NBC. The parade started a moment later. This got me in the holiday mood and made me feel like I was on top of the world. Until, of course, Cliff told me he's in Rome, the lucky bastard.
I went to dinner with my dad, mom, sister, dad's aunt, uncle, other aunt, cousin, cousin-in-law, and cousin's friends. We ate at a hotel because noone wants to cook, and I ate mashed potatoes, bread, butter and varius fruits and cheeses. The dinner selection was very meat-based. I asked if the Tortelini had meat in it, and the guy said "No, just bacon." Lovely.Anyways, they more than made up for lack of food with abundance of deserts. My pumkin pie is way better than theirs, but their cheesecake is oh my god.
Oh my god- (adj) describing something so good that amazing can't even come close.
I got some early Christmas/Channukka/New Year's gifts. Great aunt Sue gave me $15 for Borders, and Great aunt Ray and Great Uncle Ben gave me a hundred dollar bill, which I will use either for a fake tan at a salon, or to start putting away money towards the Get-Fiji-Liposuction Fund (care to donate?).

I came home and weighed myself, and found out that I added 5 pounds to my already overweight body. I don't think the weight loss gods love me. And tomorrow's the first night of Channukka, so there'll be 5 more pounds tomorrow night. I truly wish I were anorexic. I've tried, and I just don't have the will power. And bulemia is just gross, so I can't do that one. I guess I'm just doomed to be fat forever, or at least until I can afford plastic surgery.

~*^*~

OK, I know I said no more sad blogs, but I have to get this off my chest.

Carver people:
I sort of feel that I'm being forgotten. I don't know what's going on in anyone's lives, and I haven't been invited anywhere by any of you guys in almost a month. I feel left out and unloved, especially from one of you.
Bianca, for the past year or so, I've considered you a close friend. I said I didn't care when you didn't invite me to your party, but it did. I know it doen't seem like a big deal, but it hurt me really badly. I don't know why, but I just can't seem to get that little thing out of my head. Nick said he thought you considered me a close friend. I just want to know what's going on and where I stand.

2002-11-26T15:55:00.000-05:00

Written yesterday:

Penis Fencing and Raping Monkey
(I swear, I don't make this shit up!)

It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood,
A wonderful day in the neighborhood!

Did I ever tell you guys about the time I got felt up in Mister Rodger's living room?

~*^*~

I absolutely adore my school! I have so much fun every day, in every class. Every moment is a new adventure, usually consisting of some form of rape, and you all know how I feel about that.

Today I walked a bit with Bibi before school. I saw Cabby, who freaked out about how my pants are like his candle holder. Love Cabby, he teaches msic theatre (so of course i love him), which coincidentally was my first class.

Cabby had a meetng of some sort, so we had this really cool sub who really did not care. The beginning of the class consisted of me and Espy declaring (yes, this is the only thing I talk about) that we need to lose weight. Guiro says I absolutely do not need to lose weight. I exlained to him that I'm white, and thus do not want the stylish Cuban thigh fat.
The second part of the class was Brittany, Monkey, Roxy, and me sitting in the corner talking about sex andviolently raping eachother. I told this to a guy in my fourth period, and he replied, "So you three girls were raping a monkey?" I said yes, because it makes a better story.

Then world history, where I found out that the guy behind me (same guy as in above story) is annoyed by the song Singing in the Rain. Three guesses what I did for the rest of the class.
While I was singing, I got the wiedest complement. At leasst I hope it was a complement:
:::SingSingSing:::
Some Chick: Woah! Do that again?
Fiji: What?
SC: That thing you were doing, the song.
:::singsingsing::
SC: Wow! You sound like- doesn't she sound like one of those ladies that sing?
Fiji and guy behind me: Ummmm.

Lunch was a happy time. In the lunch line, I saw the guy I'm sorta semi-stalking. While eating, Bess and I came up for our whole plan once we rule the world. I might explain it later. If you really want to know, ask me.

In science, Capitano made us watch a video on flatworms, which got really interesting at certain points.
Ever wonder how flatworms mate? Me neither, but I should have. Okay, flatworms are hermaphroditic, so they can mate with any other flatworm. Problem is, neither flatworm wants to bear the weight of being the mother, so they fight. Here's the funny part. the fight is called "Penis fencing"
(great name for a band), because both flatworms get out thier (apparently very pointy) malenesses, and fight eachother with them. Eventually one will poke the other with thier weapon, and the semen will be absorbed through the skin to the eggs.
You should have seen the video.
Ok, movie over, I went and talked to some people. nelson, as usual, found an excuse to kiss me on the cheek, and Thomas, as usual, was hitting on most of the gisls in the class. I love my science class, although we hardly raped each other at all this class.

So then I went with my mom to bagel emporium and got yummy yummy latkes (I really need spell-check) with alot of apple sauce. it's beginning to taste like the holidays already!

Then I dropped my sister ff varius places, including the youth center, where I saw Seby and Christina, but not My sorta semi-stalkee.

~^*~

There, I blogged happy, dammit!

2002-11-17T12:59:00.000-05:00

Oh my god.

[6/14/2002 12:14:26 AM | Fiji Mermaid]
Me and Nicholas should get a job subbing when Joan and Melissa Rivers are swollen from their latest facelifts. We do seem to fit the steriotypes, don't we? I'm the bitchy mom that embarasses her daughter on National TV, and Nicholas is the quiet, somewhat freaked out daughter.

I just reread every single post on my blog, along with all the comments, and i started crying. You guys are all so sweet. I cant- I won't believe that it's over. I've been crying so much these past few days.

Yesterday was the last day of the best part of my life so far. In the morning, my sister started singing "I Will Remember You". I started cryng and couldn't stop at all. I cried for a solid half-hour, and school hadn't even started yet.

In history, we wrote on a big piece of paper that Mrs Garcia had up on the board. james wrote "Blue Light Special" really big, and I instantly thought of Becca, their biggest fan. We need to find out about some gig of thers and take Becca there against her will.

In science, we sat and talked about the years we've hd together and played cards.

In Spanish we did the same. I also figured out that next year will be my 11th straight year in the same school with Tye. When I hugged Ms Gomez goodbye, I realzed what a great teacher she is. I'm really gonna miss her class.

We went to laungage arts for, like, 15 minutes. We played with bubbles and relived inside jokes until they called us to go to the Cafeteria.

As we walked to the cafeteria, I realized that that was the last time that I would ever walk through those halls. Those halls that were comfortable to me. They were my 2nd home for three years of my life. They made me who I am today. I left a little part of me in those halls, and those halls left a little hole in me. So many improtant events in my life have happened in those halls. I've met so many friends, changed so much, and now those halls are gone forever.

Forever. That's a big word.

The second I got into the cafeteria, and saw all of my wonderfull, true friends, I started to cry. I cryed and hugged people for almost half an hour, by the clock, but in my heart it wasn't really long enough. Becca says that I turned all purple and blotchy, but I don't care, I felt purple and blotchy.
Omar played "I Will Always Love You" and I just couldn't stand it. I thinkj I spent most of that song crying on Nicholas' shoulder.

Then Omar played the Barney song, and it was so stupid and so funny, and so... perfect. I stopped crying and started laughing. I'm not sure what happened exactly, but I know that a few of the guys ended up showing off their strenth by carrying 140 pounds of Fiji. It was fun, I havent been carried since I was and my dad could still lift me.

Then they played that horrid "Gradation" song, and we did one big circle of love thing. I was between Carlos and Juan, and perfectly happy until Mrs Garcia and thin other teacher Joined on either side of me. I felt all uncomfortable, so I ran off accross the circle and sqused in between Becca and Katherine and said "This is my place!"

And I realized that that is my place. I've found my place. I found friends, and happiness, and an absolute overflow of love. I never wanted to leave, because i knew that, right there in the Carver Middle School cafeteria between Between Becca and Katherine, there's a space the perfect size and shape for me. But I know that I'll grow and change, and the space won't fit anymore.But I'd give up anything to stay. Absolutely anything if I could just stay there, with my arms around my closest friends.

Then the song was over, as soon as it had begun. The whole song, the one we'd been singing for the past three years, was over and all that was left was to hug and kiss everyone good-bye.

Good-Bye. That's anouther big word.
Really big.

Then we went out and had the shaving cream fight, in whitch we all got just royally covered. Then me, Becca, and Caro walked to my house. We walked with Nick N., who was somewhat terrified by our "girl talk". The poor boy thinks I'm still the same person I was when we were close (like 5 years ago).

So we went to my house and had a general hose-off. We got a ride in to the Grove and hung out a bit and gossiped alot. We had smoothies and got clothes and pizza and just generally hung out.

When we were driving Becca home, my dad was listening to UM radio. This freaky 15-minute-long "song" that sounded like Japenease dogs killing eachother and children babbling and otherwise sane people counting to eight. It's our new song.

~~~~~

And that's it, it's over.
Over. That's the biggest word of all.

2002-11-17T12:46:00.000-05:00

[5/28/2002 8:33:06 PM | Fiji Mermaid]
NAKED!!!!!!!!!!

Fiji Is Me: The majority sucks!
Fiji Is Me: Besides, it's not really the majority, it's society
NeKallergis: lol we cant do anything about that, or can we?
Fiji Is Me: Society sucks
NeKallergis: lol
Fiji Is Me: if not for society we'd all be walking around naked with the ideal body type actually being someone who eats occasionally
Fiji Is Me: wouldn't that rock?
NeKallergis: actually, now that you think of it... just imagine, we wouldnt have to worry about dorky clothes, or stupid looking, or ewwwwww hes gay, or anything like that
Fiji Is Me: and naked!
NeKallergis: and naked! that would be cool...
Fiji Is Me: Naked good, like in that rugrats episode!
NeKallergis: lol yep

2002-11-17T12:31:00.000-05:00

Anouther funny post:

I heard the wierdest rumour about myself today. Laura and I were walking out of school, and Tony walks by. I nod hello and Laura, straight out of nowhere, goes "Are you going with Tony to prom?" "WHAT?" I exclaim, laughing. She begins to explain, but I cut her off. Tony should hear this too, I thought. I called him over, any made Luara explain. Here's the rumor:
"Someone told me someone else asked you to prom, and you tuned them down with the excuse that you're going with Tony,"
Riiiiiiiiiight. I justhave a couple of questions:
1) Who told her this?
2) Who supposedly asked me to prom?
She had no answer to either. This means she's either especially ditzy today, protecting someone's identity, or spying for someone in order to find out if I have a date (highly unlikely, unless she thinks I got a date betwen 9:45 and 3:45). If anyone knows anything about this rumour, tell me. Please!

~Now wasn't that fun?~

First period today was traumatizing. Somehow, James G. got it into his head that I should go to prom with Carlos, which leads me to think he may be reading my blog (see post on 4/1/02). Anyways, he was trying to get Carlos to ask me ("Car-los! Car-los! Carlos!" he chanted) for the first 10 minutes of class. Finally, Carlos decides to have fun with it and comes over and- get this- kneels down on one knee. He askes "Well we've known each other for some time now-" "No," James interrupts him, "That's not how you ask a girl to prom! Ya gotta play it cool, be like 'hey, have youheard about that prom thing..." This led to James giving Carlos a lesson in asking girls to the prom. Odd, I know, but these are the intricacies of first period, as the whole class got involved.

In other news, Kasey thinks I'm a dominatrix.

2002-11-17T12:00:00.000-05:00

OK, that didn't work, here's the old post:

[2/27/2002 9:44:44 PM | Fiji Mermaid]
I feel gooooooooooooood!
Only 4 cookies today.

Random act of insightfullness: If you're not sure if you give a rat's ass, then set your rat's ass free. If it doesn't come back, it was never yours to give.

OMG HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NSUCK IS SQUEAKING ON THE GRAMMYS WHATHASTHEWORLDCOMETO?!?!?!?!
They think they so ghetto! Please, they're even whiter than me, and y'all know that's pretty white.

Anyways...
Just came from jazz class. My teacher's back from materity leave. She gave birth a month and a half ago and she already has a body to die for, damn her. I love her class, though, and I was having such an ON day!! I did PERFECT double turns all across the floor!!!!!!!! I just woked off an entire meal.

OK, Laura's evil plan fell through, so she's not buying James. DamnDamnDamn. We bugged him during History to make up for it, though. Carlos compleatly wiped out when he was leaning over his chair. He's such a silly goose! Silly goose? I'm on an exercise high, you know how it is.

In homeroom me and Bernice had a long convo about really white people who think they're black :::cough:::Adam:::Cough:::. Surprisingly, my large amounts of whiteness didn't come up at all.

Math was really funny. Quote of the day:
"Oops! I forgot math!"
-Mr Kane
Yeah, we noticed. Fernando was cracking jokes about how proud Mr Kane is about his new stapler because it cost more that his car. He's a silly goose, too. 'Tis true, tis true. Then, Mr Kane told us a story about him setting up the plumbing sytem on a trailer. Oh my, I don't think he got the joke. Also we learned that ASA works, and SAS works, but ASS doesn't work. Bummer.

Gifted was creepy. The sixth and seventh graders were freakin violatd me. Ewwwwwww, young boys.

Lunch was muy interesante. Madi and Dominique got married and I preformed the ceremony since he's my husband. So the convo goes like this:
Me: Do you Domi-
D (to Madi, pointing at me): Can I marry her too?
Me: we're already married, idiot!
D: Oh yeah.
Me: Do you, Dominique...
(The rest of the ceremony went beautifully, only the second marrige where both parties said "yes", well OK, they said "sure" and "uuuum, ok", but whatever)
That boy annoys me quite a bit, and Kat's prophecies all seem to be coming true. Let's hope they're not all true, there was some freaky stuff about Me and Damien...
Madi originally wanted to marry Noele, but hey, Cest La Vie (with proper accent marks and spelling).

In Sierra we were assigned partners for a dialog. i was with Ori, the lazy bum. He's cool, but he's a really big-time bum. In the dialog he sounds like he's hitting on me, but we had to have student 2 ask student 1 about they're plans for the day. I said I was going to Ooga-BoogaLand. HeeHee.

Today was fun. I leave you with some words to live by, straight of Nicky's pencil box:
Don't shoot the beaver!

Thank you and goodnight!

2002-11-16T23:29:00.000-05:00

My blogs birthday is on December 7th, and it an effort to regain my blog-happiness, I'm going to start blogging in my old style again. Until then, here's an old post to liven up your day:

2002-11-10T16:06:00.000-05:00

"You've already won me over in spite of me
And don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet
Don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are
I couldn't help it
It's all your fault
You are the bearer of unconditional things
You held your breath and the door for me
Thanks for your patience
You're the best listener that I've ever met
You're my best friend
Best friend with benefits
What took me so long"

I want that feeling.

The other day, someone told me I was perfect. This has never occured to me before.

Lately, people never seen to believe I'm cronically single, and yet no guy has done much to change it.

I told Cliff Caro and I would allow him to be our sugar daddy when he's in Miami. He replied "Motive... Opritunity". I'm not sure what he meant by that, but he better buy me something ;-)

Note to Fiji: never try on slutty thongs while wearing anything on top. It makes you look trashy. Also, work out more before letting anyone see Suva in a thong.

Fiji really can't spell.

~*^*~

Happy(ish) Sunday! No school tomorrow and Cahya's play and the Belen dance on Friday. Yay! So why aren't I just in a fabitty fab fab mood? the answer is, I don't know.

My life is amazing. I've got two or three groups of the best friends on Earth. Guys are actually starting to take an interest. I just bought a bunch of slutty underwear. I should be the happiest person in the world.

But I'm not, and that sucks.

2002-10-27T21:13:00.000-05:00

Which Snape Obsessee Are You?
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Wow, i could apply this to alot of things in my life.

2002-10-26T15:35:00.000-04:00

I feel like shit. My my nose is runny, my throat hurts more than anything, and there is hardly any comfort food in the house. What I need right now is a bowl of vanilla ice cream. But the dairy would make my cold worse, so I would settle for progresso macaroni and bean soup. Thing is, we don't have either of these things, so I'm eating cookine dough, which is going to make me a very large person.

I'll add this to my list of why I need a boyfriend: To have someone who will bring me soup and vanilla ice cream when I'm sick.

2002-10-20T21:36:00.000-04:00

Wow, was there a huge angry mob coming at my blog with pitchforks? I haden't noticed. Moving on...

High school is so surreal. Everyday seems the same and everything has just gotten routine. But at the same time, my whole world seems to be changing so much every day. My world is changing, my life is changing, and I guess, to some extent, I'm changing. And I can't figure if that's a good thing or not.

Fiji just isn't the Fiji she was this time last year. Oh sure, on the outside we're pretty similar. I've lost ten pounds and cut my hair, but that's just about it. The outside is the same, but the inside couldn't be mre different.

The worst part is that I really can't figure it out. there's no way to single out one certain thing that's changed. The more things change, the more they remain the same, and that's the problem.

My life is amazing, but still entirely screwed up. I'm happy and depressed. I feel beautiful and grotesque. My hands are tiny, feminine, huge, and boxy. My lips are eperienced and used, clean and virginal.

My lips. My lips that haven't been touched by another's in so long. These lips that cause me so much pain. These lips that long to be touched and caressed, but so seldom are. Why am I cursed with such lips? why me?

That all sounds so corny, but I guess that's what this blog's for- waxing the protective layer off the llama of Fiji's soul. ;-)

The protective layer is what's really causing all this grief. The only time I can get rid of it is when I'm blogging.

~*^*~

Anyways, the play was Friday and Saturday. Saturday was amzing, and Friday was a compleat disaster. Complete disaster. Here's the story:

the first few scenes went well. the acting was ok and nothing went seriusly wrong. But don't worry, it gets better.
During the Agustus Gloop scene, there's a big fountain pouring "chocolate" into the "base". The water cooler that was catching the brown water was left with the little tap thingie open. This meant that there was a river of brown water flowing down the stage, off the stage, and onto the carpet in the house. must admit, on the dark carpet, it seriously did look like chocolate.
The next scene was the one where Violet turns into a blueberry. Schichi somehow got vinegar all over the floor and the gum, and Hannah had to chew it anyways. The poor girl saved our butts, too. You see, Schichi dropped the gum on the stage, and we were all too shocked to pick up on it. Hannah got it, though. She add-libbed our butts through the scene.
Then the salt scene, where the squirrels fell off and Veruca fell down.
Next was the scene where my son shrinks through the TV. At on point, his father hits him. Mike's hat fell off and Jolie's ponietail fell out. Finding out a boy charactor's a girl can really ruin a play.
Then the final scene, which Schichi somehow managed to skip half of.

Hot Topic has the cutest underwear on Earth.

2002-10-11T16:45:00.000-04:00

what's your inner flower?

[c] s u g a r d
e w

I should go find a hibiscus to pick...

2002-10-08T19:05:00.000-04:00

I only blog depressing things because I only blog when I'm depressed.

2002-10-07T15:02:00.000-04:00

Note to self: pretty eyes!

2002-10-06T21:07:00.000-04:00

Thanks for trying, you guys, I love yous.

But seriously, I won't be able to believe anything until I have a guy, so I guess I'll never be able to believe it.

2002-10-05T22:54:00.000-04:00

Why are all my friends so goddamn attractive and skinny?
Why are the only guys that ever like me the guys that like everyone?
Why did I end up with the crap genetics?
Why am I only loosing weight in my breasts?

2002-09-30T21:45:00.000-04:00

Oh, and for "meow", here's a pic of Lara, Caro and I. We're sexy, no?

That's me in the middle.

You guys, freak coincedence! This pic is from a site called spleenworld.com!

2002-09-30T21:10:00.001-04:00

I feel all molested and dirty. Plaid miniskirts and red boots are a fun combination!

2002-09-30T21:10:00.000-04:00

~Written on Sturday~

Last night I reached a milestone in my life. For guys this'll sound stupid, but most of my girls understand me. For the first time in my life, a guy asked for my phone number!

Not that I actually gave it to him, he was after, like, every girl in the room. But it did make me feel absolutely fabulous about myself for once. I've only felt ugly for, like, 5 minutes total since, a personal record.

Anyways, yesterday was Friday, so I went to school. I just realized I haven't talked about school yet. I shall tell you now. Because of progress reports, it was a common day (all classes).

FIRST PERIOD~Came first. Algebra 2 Honors. The stuff's really hard becase Mr. ane's a terrible teacher. But I'm doing pretty well becausse my teacher, Ms Funari is super cool. She'll work on t until you get it, no matter how long it takes. I got a B, but it's a 3.3, so I've almost got an A.

SECOND PERIOD~ My favorite class! Music theater with Mr. Cabrera (Caby). We spen most classes sitting around making jokes about the size of Monkey's dick. Caby usually starts it. Caby was out, but the sub was super cool. At one point, OJ and Monkey were arm wrestleing, and the sub started to walk over to them. I thought they were gonna get compleatly bitched out, but all the sub did was fix their arm positions for better form. I got an A.

THIRD PERIOD~ English 1 honors with Munnerlyn, B, I'd rather not ruin a perfectly good Saturday by thinking about that class.

LUNCH~ I met up with the lunch crew (Ariel, Brett, Bess, and various others). We sat in out usual spot in the grass by the tree. We compared grades, talked, laughed, I got my ass dirty, usual lunch. I ate cookis and water.

FOURTH PERIOD~ History, Mr Rodriguez. Really easy class. B.

FITH PERIOD~ Spanish 3 honors. A

SIXTH PERIOD~ Biology honors with Mr. Cappitano. He seems to have developed a harmless, but nonetheless creepy fascination with me. He also finds it extreamly interested by the fact that I'm Canadian. A. I love that class. the teacher's hilarious and the people are really cool.

After school I went to aruj to book a faxcia for today. Then I came home. I was supposed to have a rehearsal for Charlie, but it was called off, so I was left compleatly without plans on a Friday night. That's just not Fiji! So I asked around, and Katherine invited me to the MAST dance which was awesome.

I spent a total of three minutes getting ready and jumped out the door. Once Bruny and Pips got there, they intrduced me to a bunch of people, I instantly forgot their names, and we went in.

Inside, we talked to a bunch of different people, about half of whom I recognized. I don't even go to the school and i know half the people there. Lots of Carver people, and some others.

Bruny and Pips started talking to some couple I didn't recognize, and I joined in the conversation. After about 2 and a half minutes I look at the girl and realize she looks vaugely familiar. We look at each other for about a tenth of a second before we realize who we're looking at. It was Camille Duncan, my 2nd oldest friend! We screamed and hugged each outher and sspun around in a circle and told each other how different eachother looked. Everyone took a step back and was sort of freaked out. Very cool seeing her again, and I approve of her boyfriend, even if the others don't.

so we all went in to the cafeteria for the dance because tweetie told us there was food. The music didn't start to play until a half hour later, and it sucked in a really major was, but that was OK. In the mean time, we went outside and remenised. We danced to crappy songs for a while and, as always, Tweetie found some guys. We danced and drank water and ate cookies until I needed a break.

So I went outside to give my legs a break. Tweetie was standing up talking to two guys sitting on a wall. I walked ove to make sure it wasn't a Columbus repeat, and one of the guys managed to wrap his legs around my hips (no easy feat as we were 3 feet apart). I was on a major dancing energy-high, so when he tried to get me to shake my ass a little, I did. This compleatly surprised his friend, and I went back inside.

Back inside, and i'm sure this is all way out-of-order but I couldn't care less, some guy would not dance, so I entertained myself for, like, an hour by making this guy dance. It was fun, and the non-dancing semi-geek had a cute smile. i enjoy ddancing, especially I'm better at it them the people around me *cough*caroline*cough* ;-)

At around 10:15, Tweetie came in and told me her guys were asking for me and some other girls, and my legs were getting tired, so I went nto the hallway to sit on the couch with them. eventually, most of the group (Katherine, Pips, Camille, her date) migrated to the couch. We started throwing a styraphom cup to each other like the easily-amused Carver babies we are.

One of Tweetie's guys put his arm around me, and I was really tired, so I was like whatever. he's the one that asked for my number. I almost gave it to him, too.

Whe he left, me, camille, and her dat went to the office to collect my purse and get shoes. I went back to the couch, but they stayed back, both of them on cell phones. About 10 minutes later, Cami came out surrounded by her brothers. They told her they were leaving right that moment, and accused her of being alone in the office with her guy. They left and her guy got all depressed about it, so he layed down on my knees, and I layed down with my head on the non-dancer's sholder. We just sort of layed like that for the last 30 minutes of the dance, we were all so tired.

Eventually I got off my fat ass and we left. Katherine's mom (gods bless her) awas, as usual, complementing my weight. I love that so much. If you haven't seen me since I got back from Canada, invite me soomewhere and complement me on my weight loss, I will love you forever.

2002-09-22T13:29:00.000-04:00

High school sucks.
Life sucks.
I suck.
Ok, I exaggerate, high school and life both have their high points.

For example, in my most recent biology class, we watched a video which contained... you guessed it... INVERTABRATE PORN. Woohoo! Sea urchin cum, hot crab sex, and slug orgies. It was really odd.

But I suck. I mean, I don't really think I do, but all signs point to major suckage.

On Friday I went to the Belen dance. I was feeling really good because I had lost weight and I loved my outfit. But, as always, not one guy over the age of 12 so much as noticed me. This while Becca was being begged by eight different guys to fuck madly in the bathroom. Two other people at the entire dance were in that situation, and they were Madi, who would have gotten asked if she had danced, and Caro, who has a whole list of guys in love with her. I, on the other hand, suck.

What's so fucking unnatractive about me? Will some guy please answer this? I won't get mad, I just want to know.

I went out last night with some of the girls, and I felt the same way. Everyone seems to have a guy. Caro has Carlitos, despite what they think, Katherine is talking to some guy from school, and Laura met a guy at the Belen dance. Fiji is all alone, big surprise.

Homecoming is October 4th, and I've decided not to go unless some guy asks me, which isn't exactly likely. I suck, but I don't need to be humiliated by not only going to a dance alone and leaning against the wall all night because all my friends have dates and noone wants to dance with me.

2002-09-18T20:32:00.000-04:00

Every Relationship Fiji Has Ever Had
by Fiji, who is no good at making up poetic tites

I love you
I love your smile
I love your hair
I love the way
You pretend you don't care

And you love me
You love me right down
To my ugly calves
When I'm feeling sad,
You make me laugh

It's too perfect
We'd work so well,
You and I
But I always run
I'm not sure why

I tend to trip
You reach out
To help me stand
I continue to fall
I never land.

I love you
I want your love
I need your kiss
My aim is true,
But I always miss

~*^*~

I've spent the last three and a half weeks without my protective shell of Carver friends. It makes me feel absolutely empty not to have you guys, but in a way,, it's sort of a blessing.

There's a lot about myself that I didn't know. For this past month I've really been discovering these little things. What I found was surprising for me, and sometimes surprises can sting really bad.

There are two of me. There's Fiji, and then there's Elizabeth.

Fiji's talented and secure. She has balls of steel and is never afraid of anything or anyone. Fiji parties and flirts as much as she can. She gives good advice, and she wore scarves as belts way before Shakira did.

Elizabeth, on the other hand, is a nervous little girl. She cares deepy what people thnk of her and wants to fit in. She's terrified of new things, and hates her body and herself.

When I meet a guy, It's Fiji that approaches him, and it's Fiji that flirts. But Elizabeth always gets scared of rejection, or what her friends may think of the guy, and she runs away.

I can't figure out who I am. Both Fiji and Elizabeth are major parts of my personality, and I can't seem to find a happy medium between the two. And the constant battle of the personalities is tearing me apart and rining my life. I really can't figure myselves out.

Plus Elizabeth really needs a guy, and Fiji really wants one to play with.

I'm not going to post about my recent life, because it's been too crappy to blog.

~*^*~

I love you guys, but I hate my life.

It's very rare that I'm truly happy anymore. I'm only really happy with my Carver friends. At school, I talk to people, but I don't have any people that could ever come remotely close to you guys. I hold us my emotions, because I have noone to tell them to.

I miss you guys, the Spleendom. And if we don't get together this weekend, I'm gonna cry even more than I already have.

2002-09-01T17:11:00.000-04:00

Why does my life always have to be so bleak?

2002-08-26T20:38:00.000-04:00

School today! A rare day when I was actually happy about this fact. School was tremendous fun.

I woke up at fucking six AM, which is a time that is always associated with a curse wordd or two. By 7 I was at Nick's house, endurng icture taking. eck. Then Nick's mom drove us to school and followed us all the way across the campus. Ergergerg.

For first period I have math. The teacher seems like a less friendly Mrs Garcia. I'm not going to like her, or my seat, which is in front of this whole crew of stereotypical sophmore girls talking about their hair.

Then I went to second period, which is Musical theatre with Mr. Cabrera, who is quite possibly the coolest teacher I've ever had. The class is so relaxed that it feels like you're just hanging out in a brightly colored room instead of in class.

Then third period, language arts. The woman is worse than Dupree. I don't want to think about it. Let's move on...

During lnch Natasha saved my ass by lending me $2 for lunch. Yay, Papa John's yummy! We sat at a table on the patio with a few Carver people, and Barry came over to warn us of evil teachers.

And then fourth period, where the guy next to me really smelled. I couldn't escape. But then again, the history teacher did say we weren't allowed to smell good. (I just wrote "weren't allowed to smell god", which is pretty disturbing) The teacher seems to be at the same IQ level as Mr. Kane. But he's nt s bad.

I had some trouble getting to 5th periiod Spanish. I walked around the 900 building about 5 times before I found it. But I'm not so embarrassed about getting lost, Cause Billie (soph) was with me and lost as well.

Then the actual class, which was fun as all hell. The teacher seemed a bit like Ms Felicie, but the class environment was more like Ms Gomez's 8th grade class. I don't think we stopped laughing once during the entire class. Plus there's this sorta hot trouble maker in the front. I think he may be red nose from the Youth Center, but I'm not sure.

Next came... dundunduuuuuun... biology.My bio teacher's name is Ms... dundunduuuuun... O'Kane. Unfortunately, she was eaten by bigfoot, who subbed the class. He had extreamly hairy hands and a very bald head. He also mispronaouncce every name, including Nicholas, Aspen, and Zachary.

Then I walked for what felt like 2 miles to be picked up by my mom.

|~END TRANSMISSION~|

2002-08-23T20:48:00.000-04:00


*Do You* Need A Boob Job?**

You Have a Nice Ass!

Oooh, baby can you shake that booty?

With an ass so fine, it's your duty.

Give it a grab, give it a spank.

You're the envy of every skank.

What Ass Do *You* Have??

2002-08-23T20:35:00.000-04:00

I need a distraction. Or a smoothie.

2002-08-21T21:42:00.000-04:00

I’m here, start the festivities!

~*^*~

I loved BC, as always. But I missed you guys terribly. What fun are shirtless skateboarders playing hake sack without someone to watch them with? Ok, pretty fun, but still.

~*^*~

I went out with some of the girls yesterday. I’m sure you read all about it on other blogs.

Caro and Katherine stated talking about how they’re size 4 and size six, and how they can’t believe Kat’s a “whole” size six when Caro’s a four. Then, Tweetie and Noele joined in the conversation. Becca and I hid in a corner big enough to hide our size 10 and 12 bodies. Damn it! I’m a size 9/10. Marilyn Monroe was a size 9/10. 9/10 used to be perfect. Now 5/6 is perfect. When the hell did that happen, and who can I complain to?

~*^*~

Today was pretty cool. I had to get up early (8) to go to Freshmen orientation at Gables. It was hot as all hell cuz the AC is broken in the auditorium. But it was cool, I got to see a bunch of people from school. Jandy is sad because noone’s in his homeroom. I think Caro should comfort him.

Anyways, I got there with Nick and our moms, who all decided to sit with the old gang (Jeb, Bryan, Nick. We used to all go trick-or-treating together). Great guys, but it meant I couldn’t sit with Laura. Jeb and Bryan are still the same desperate freaks that I used to love, and Jeb still has his obsession with cheerleaders. Can’t seem to manage a conversation with them, tho. Oh well.

~*^*~

Tomorrow I get 4 teeth savagely ripped out of my head. The funny part? I have to take this anti-inflammatory medicine, and I had to start today.

Anyways, I told Nicholas that I needed to take my anti-inflammatory pills, without telling him what for, and he said “Well I’m sure it’ll go away in a minute”

HeeHee.

2002-08-21T21:01:00.000-04:00

The thing I wrote on vacation after about a week:

August First

I love BC!

It's so perfect here. The temperatures during the day can be pretty close to home, but at night it gets chilly. But the best part is ~dundaduhduuuuuun~ NO humity! I biked 10 miles in the middle of the day, got a terrible sunburn, and didn't even break a sweat. Within 4 hours here I noticed a difference in the frizz-level of my hair.

Seriously, if you stress about your hair at all, you absolutely must get yourself up to vancouver. the non-existent humidity level destroys all frizz, and the water in the shower makes it all soft and smooth and lovely. the tap water's straight off the mountains and comes out of the tap as much as 30 degrees hotter or colder than Miami.

So, now for the story of my trip...

Sunday
Right before we got on the lane, we got some tostadas from a Cuban lace in the airport. They weren't great, but they were still probly the last authenic Cubin food I'll have for a while. The first flight was pretty uneventful, but the second we got on that Denver-Miami flight, I was in heaven. This cute native guy behind me wouldn't stop staring at me, and a couple next to me started up a conversation. As soon as I noticed these two things I was in Canada, even though the plane hadn't left the ground.
We found our place and walked around the city a bit. We went to some crap italian joint on Robson for dinner, then Cows for ice cream! Vancouver may suck as far as inexpensive Italian food goes but for ice cream it kicks major Miami ass.

Monday
Cliff, being the genius that he is, decided that 9:00AM was a great time to call me, not realizing that it was 6:00 here. I coulda killed that boy! NOONE wakes up the Fiji at 6. Grrrrr.
Anyways, went back to sleep and woke up at a reasonable hour. Then we went down to Granville Island, where they have this huge market. We bought lunch and went outside to watch some various street perfeormers. One of them was truly hilarious.

Tuesday
I woke up around ten and changed my clothes 1 billion times before finding the perfect set of t-shirt and shorts. Urg, I annoy myself sometimes. Me and the family rented some bikes and just went. We biked all around Stanley park, where on one side of the 6 foot wide path is the side of a dense, lush forested mountain, and the other side is ocean. We biked all around false creek to Granville for lunch and more street entertainers. Then we took the ferry bak across and went home.
then mommy and I went to see Cybelline, which is a lesser-known play by Shakespeare. That Bard had a nasty little mind. In one part, where a man is seranadeing a prinsess, he tells the players something along the lines of "the Music should pentrate! If you cannot panetrate her with your fingering, I shall finish the job with my tounge!" Nasty, nasty, nasty. Very good actors, tho. And very good play. it's like a fairy tale.

Thursday
My pparents, my sister, my mom's friend and I all took the train to Chinatown (urg) for Chinese food (double urg) with very cute waitors (no urg there!). Then we walked around Chinatown and Gastown, and through Yaletown and the construction downtown until we finally got to the apartment.
Then we went to see the fireworks. We had possibly the best view in that whole city. We were on mom's friend's dad's boeat, as close as we could safely and egay go to the actual barge. It was beautiful. They did one of the fireworks displays to the song "Lean on Me", and I was damn close to crying, it was so good.
Also, I was talking to this friend of my moms who acts and has worked in almost every part of show bussiness- acting, producing, everything-and I was saying how I want to work in theatre. She looked at ny face and this is what she told me:
~I have classic beauty.
~Awesome eyebrows.
~Strong nose.
~Nice lips.
~Very expressive eyes.
~I'll do well in acting.
YAY!

Today
Left Vancouver for a week or so. Today, we were driving to Whistler, which is a very famous ski resort town. It's famous for the great skiing year-round, but I like it because this is where the snowboaders go when the snow has melted everywhere else. They're extreamly yummy.

Anyways, we drove here along what I cal the postcard road, because at any time along it you can look out the car window and see a scean straight off a postcard. Nowhere else do the mountans come right up t the sea like the do here. BC has a special magic all its own, and I just positively adore it.

One we got our rom, we walked around the town a bit. A very small bit because it was raining, and it was just short little summer showers, but mountain rain is nothing to mess with, and it was freezng even without the rain.

After dinner, Maya and I were watching TV, and she said "Look, a bear!" So I look out the window and there accross the street is none but the biggest black bear I have ever seen. this thing was one of those 8-ft terrors that they always have on movies. Once it failed at gettiing into the trash can, tho, it just walked away real calm.

~*^*~

I miss you guys so much. You don't understand.I've gone almost a whole week without contacting most of you. I love you guys so dearly.
i need my beauty rest for the guy watching tomorrow, aloha!

2002-08-21T13:35:00.000-04:00

I Am The Sex Toy:

Hi-Tech Masterpiece: Some say that I was developed in a top secret lab while others say I was developed by aliens for my probing capabilities, but only I know the truth! My mission here on earth is to launch a full out assault on your genitals with my spinning beads, vibrations, and clitoris teaser. My LCD screen keeps you informed, but only with information I want you to have! Mwua-ha-ha!

Find out what sex toy you are.

now how odd is that?

2002-08-20T23:58:00.000-04:00

I'm back, you can start the party now.

Gods, I feel like shit.

I wrote exactly 1 blog entry on vacation. I'm too lazy to get my Palm right now, but I shall post in on the morrow. I'll write something, too!

I am feeling like such shit about my self right now, which isn't great, because freshman orientation is tomorrow. I need to make the right impression. And maybe find some guy who finds me even the teensiest bit acceptable looking, which will never happen.
What am I gonna wear?!

What am I gonna wear the first day of school?!
What does it matter? I'm doomed to be single until I die no matter what I wear.
My lord, i'm pathetic. I need a guy.

So tell me, what should i wear?

2002-07-27T21:53:00.000-04:00

Wow. What a fuckin wonderfull day. I'm leaving town tomorrow, and only one person has been online to even say hi to me. Most of my friends are out bowling. I wasn't ever actually invited. I called my best friend to talk to her one last time before I left. She said she'd call me in 5 minutes, after her movie ended. This was 45 minutes ago. What a great send off i'm getting. Noone even seems to care enough to say good-bye. Well good-bye, and I'm damn happy I'm leaving!

2002-07-27T14:45:00.000-04:00

I'm off to Canada tomorrow. I think I'll be back on the 19th or 20th. That leaves just enough time for a haircut and dye, freshman orientation, getting some wisdom teeth pulled, and possibly dragging some of you to the grove.

2002-07-25T20:32:00.000-04:00

Make new friends,
But keep the old.
One is silver and the other gold.
A circle is round,
It has no end.
That's how long I want to be your friend.

2002-07-25T20:08:00.000-04:00

I wish I were pretty. I know I could be attractive in my own way, but I really wish I were pretty. Conventionally pretty. Thin, good bone structure, nice skin, all that.

Today I was walking around the youth center with Isa and Catherine., who are both, like, amazingly beautifull. There's this one CIT that Catherine and I have been semi-stalking lately. While we were walking, I noticed him looking in our direction. at first I was really happy that this hot guy was looking at me. Then I realized that there's no chance he was looking at me, not when I'm standing next to those two. And don't even try to say there was a chance he was lookig at me, especially if you know who Isa and Catherine are.

Damn, I wish i were pretty. But, for some reason, I'm not too depressed. I guess I really have made peace with myself.

~*^*~

I'm n such a daze right now. I don't even know how I feel.

~*^*~

Yesterday it really hit me: I'm in highschool now. In about 6 months I can get my restricted liscence. That means I can drive. In 4 very short years, we'll be kcked out into the real world. I'm not ready for that. Someday, I'll probly settle down and have a family. that's just not me. Someday, I'll be old. I know I'll see alot of you get married, and I'll probly see a few of your funerals. Life is so short.

Highschool really seems to mark the end of my chilhood. I'm not a kid anymore. I'm definately a teenager now. I can't handle that. The world only gave me a short time to be a kid. Soon, the time's gonna come when I need to worry about how I act. I won't be able to dance in the rain during my breaks at work. I can't break into song on a sidewalk when I'm 40. I can't ever be young once this is over.

Life is so short, and I'm never gonna waste another minute of it complaining about things I can't change. and I'm never giving up anouther chance to dance in the rain.

2002-07-21T13:26:00.000-04:00

I think I may have finally come to peace with myself. Sure, I'm unnatractive, but I have awesome friends. I'm definately fat, but I have new shoes. I'm extreamly ugly, but my dogs love me anyways.
I've never been properly asked out, but I've never had a bad date.
I've never had a real, meaningfull kiss, but I never need to worry about my breath.
I've never had a real boyfriend, but I've never been dumped.
I look terrible in shorts, but noone's looking at me anyways.

Gods, who am I kidding.

I feel so terrible making you guys read about my depression each time you read my blog. But that's what blogs are for, I guess. Don't feel obligated to write those comforting little lies on the comments. You've all trie, but it hasn't worked

The reason it hasn't worked is because I'm a hopeless hag/bitch/cow who really is as ugly/mean/fat as she thinks. My life sucks, damn it all, go back to whatever you were doing before you read this. I don't see why you're even reading this, considering who wrote it.

I'm going to end this post the same way I've been ending every post lately:
What's wrong with me?

2002-07-12T22:15:00.000-04:00

I am going to sunset place tomorrow. Here is the list:

Nicholas & Sally, Juan & Isis (couples)
Caro & Carlitos (not a couple, but should be. They act like they've been going out for years anyways)
Bianca & Teddy (she will of course be flirting with him constantly)
Me (hopelessly singe)

And I was in such a great mood half an hour ago.

2002-07-08T20:30:00.000-04:00

I think I'm mostly over my depression now. Am definately not going to wear my tiny bikini tomorrow, however as am a big fat cow and need to hide my stomache.
But it doesn't matter, since I am being a happy, confident person.

Fat, yet happy.

2002-07-06T22:31:00.000-04:00

Disclamer: I love my sister dearly, as she is my sister. Do not consider me a heartless bitch, at least not for this reason.

~~*^*~~

I am so sick of my sister. She's perfect. Sickeningly, horrifyingly perfect. It's bad enough hafting to put up with people like this from time to time, but living with one is a compleatly different thing.

This girl has never, ever been second best at anything. She could easily grow un to be a professional gymnast or dancer. She always gets straight A's in schol. She is the most popular girl in her class. She recenty went to a Forth of July party. I have never been invited to a holiday pary except for a Christmas party in third grade, but he had to invite me. Maya has guys that like her. Maya has boyfriends. Maya tans. Maya was an adorable baby, she's a cute kid, and she's gonna be a beautifull woman when she grows up. Maya. Is. Fucking. Perfect.

Fiji is none of this and less. Lucky me.

~~*^*~~

What is so fucking wrong with me? I swear, I've been depressed for a week and a half, and I still can't figure it out. Everyone has someone, at least to crush on. Caro has Jandy to crush on and love. As Becca has James and Allison has Ian. Nicholas and juan both have girlfriends. Hell, even Carlos has girls rubbing up on him.

All of my friends are in this amazing little world of romantic relationships that I'm compleatly, 100% left out of. Everyone's got this perfect little life. Everyone except me. Honestly, why me?

I got online earlier today, spent an hour or so giving Carlos advice about some girl, then Pips started with her confusion about Ian. Why would someone ask me for advice about guys? When's the last time any of you saw me in a romantic relationship, nevermind whether it was functional. Not that I don't love my friends and giving them advice, but why would someone ask me for it?

~~*^*~~

My lord, I'm depressed. I need a guy.

2002-07-04T19:30:00.000-04:00

Also, Juan seems to have a blog: thedoggiepoundsucks.blogspot.com

In other news, my voice teacher has each student give a recital at the end of their lessons. Mine's on Friday the 19th. It's me alone, singing 12 songs. If you're interested in coming, e-mail me.
We'll have food and am thinking of possibly having a sleepover that night as well.

There will be CDs of me (most likely royally screwing up) on sale for $6. Wonderfull blackmail opprotunity, and I get $3.

2002-07-04T14:37:00.000-04:00

Carlos got a blog. http://chunnks.blogspot.com/ .

2002-07-04T12:00:00.000-04:00

heeheehee

2002-07-02T22:04:00.001-04:00

Joy.

2002-07-02T22:04:00.000-04:00

OK, correction:
Guy's may not like me as a whole, but they love me in parts. My breasts, my butt, my fat, my feet...

2002-06-30T18:41:00.000-04:00

I read Bridget Jones' Diary this weekend and came to a disturbing realization.
That's me when I'm 30!

The first few months, I mean. No boyfriend, crap job, annoying married friends, the whole deal. My endings gonna be different, though. I'm sure I'll end up with a few Daniels, but what are my chances of ever finding a Mark Darcy. Nada, that's what my chances are, nada.

Shit. Caro borrowed my shirt on Friday, and had the nerve to look better in it than I did. Fuck her. I've been in an increasingly bad mood ever since.

I have never had a real (not summer) boyfriend, and I can't remember my last meaningfull kiss. I've never had a guy express any actual intrest in me. I've only been seriously asked out once, and I had never seen the boy before in my life, so I said no. If a guy ever expresses intrest in me, it's while he's staring straight at my breats.

I used to blame it on being fat and ugly, but then I lost weight, so I just blamed it on being ugly. A few weeks ago I looked in the mirror and realized that I'm actually somewhat pretty. Damnit!

What's wrong with me? Why don't guys like me? Am I mean? Do I smell bad? Why? Whywhywhywhywhy?

At Sunset on Thursday, all I saw were couples on dates. Hugging, kissing,flirting. They all looked so happy, and I'm just compleatly left out of that happy little world. Then, in the movie, it only got worse. On ne side, I had Juan and Bianca pratically snogging. And on the other side, I had Nicholas asking for relationship advice. Nicholas has a girlfriend. Everyone thinks he's gay, and he has someone. Does everyone think I'm lesbian? Is that it? Attention world, I'm straight.

And single. Forever single. Lord, I hate my life.

When I came back from my trip, I had one of those annoying "Someone Likes You" messages. I asked all my lkely guy friends, and they all said it wasn't them. So great. Either someone decided to play a mean trick on unnatractive-for-unknown-reasons Fiji, or some random guy actually likes me. Great, if anyone has any interest in me at all, it has to be some wimp who just can't straight p tell me for fear of rejection. Lucky me.

Why me? What is so wrong with me that I am of absolutely no intrest to guys whatsoever? What am I doing wrong?

2002-06-24T21:04:00.000-04:00

I've decided to try out for Beavis's girlfriend on Beavis and Butthead:

"HeeHee, he said boob!"
"HehHeh, I like you boobs"
"HeeHee, me to. Wanna make out?"
"HehHeh, yeah"
:::kissing:::

In other news:
Fiji Is Me: Mommy, guess what happened at camp today?!
Fiji Is Me: Cliff bit my butt!
beccafly3: eep!
beccafly3: who is this cliff?
Fiji Is Me: A guy from camp who thinks he owns me
Fiji Is Me: oh, and Pips' Ian kept harrassing me
beccafly3: bite him back
Fiji Is Me: but he's icky!
beccafly3: tell them i've temporarily possessed you and i am very protective of my lesbian foot lovers
Fiji Is Me: lol!
beccafly3: then you can bite them as hard as you want
beccafly3: bite/kick/mutilate/deprive of children

Bwhahahahaha

2002-06-23T19:29:00.000-04:00

Nicholas is gonna die. Becca's not gonna die, because it's more fun to torture her than to kill her. Caro's not gonna die because the pic didn't show up on her blog. But Nicholas? He's gonna die, and don't pretend you don't know why, because you do.

I adore Creative Camps. It's so much fun. All the guys think they're pimps. It's very cool. Everything you've heard is probly true, unless you heard something that isn't true.

I like my hat. It's orange.

I felt so terrible yesterday. On top of it being the 2nd day of my period, I ate to much and felt

like total shit. Then I got all paranoid because of the picture.

I mean, think about it. There's a picture of me kissing some guy online. FOR SALE! Isn't that some form of child pornography? If it's not, it should be. You can get it on mugs and mousepads. Am I the only one that finds this creepy?

I just put eeryone's pictures up on my wall. The first thing I see now when I wake up in the morning is your smiling faces. I love that! I'm not scared of losing you guys anymore, because I've kept in touch with you all so far. I think that as long as we have our blogs, nothing will change. Nothing at all.

In other news, I learned how to use my CD burner. Now I will make you all CDs for just a small charge. ;-)

Short post. There isn't much to talk about.

2002-06-15T11:25:00.000-04:00

Who feels loved? I do! I do!

2002-06-14T00:14:00.000-04:00

Me and Nicholas should get a job subbing when Joan and Melissa Rivers are swollen from their latest facelifts. We do seem to fit the steriotypes, don't we? I'm the bitchy mom that embarasses her daughter on National TV, and Nicholas is the quiet, somewhat freaked out daughter.

I just reread every single post on my blog, along with all the comments, and i started crying. You guys are all so sweet. I cant- I won't believe that it's over. I've been crying so much these past few days.

Yesterday was the last day of the best part of my life so far. In the morning, my sister started singing "I Will Remember You". I started cryng and couldn't stop at all. I cried for a solid half-hour, and school hadn't even started yet.

In history, we wrote on a big piece of paper that Mrs Garcia had up on the board. james wrote "Blue Light Special" really big, and I instantly thought of Becca, their biggest fan. We need to find out about some gig of thers and take Becca there against her will.

In science, we sat and talked about the years we've hd together and played cards.

In Spanish we did the same. I also figured out that next year will be my 11th straight year in the same school with Tye. When I hugged Ms Gomez goodbye, I realzed what a great teacher she is. I'm really gonna miss her class.

We went to laungage arts for, like, 15 minutes. We played with bubbles and relived inside jokes until they called us to go to the Cafeteria.

As we walked to the cafeteria, I realized that that was the last time that I would ever walk through those halls. Those halls that were comfortable to me. They were my 2nd home for three years of my life. They made me who I am today. I left a little part of me in those halls, and those halls left a little hole in me. So many improtant events in my life have happened in those halls. I've met so many friends, changed so much, and now those halls are gone forever.

Forever. That's a big word.

The second I got into the cafeteria, and saw all of my wonderfull, true friends, I started to cry. I cryed and hugged people for almost half an hour, by the clock, but in my heart it wasn't really long enough. Becca says that I turned all purple and blotchy, but I don't care, I felt purple and blotchy.
Omar played "I Will Always Love You" and I just couldn't stand it. I thinkj I spent most of that song crying on Nicholas' shoulder.

Then Omar played the Barney song, and it was so stupid and so funny, and so... perfect. I stopped crying and started laughing. I'm not sure what happened exactly, but I know that a few of the guys ended up showing off their strenth by carrying 140 pounds of Fiji. It was fun, I havent been carried since I was and my dad could still lift me.

Then they played that horrid "Gradation" song, and we did one big circle of love thing. I was between Carlos and Juan, and perfectly happy until Mrs Garcia and thin other teacher Joined on either side of me. I felt all uncomfortable, so I ran off accross the circle and sqused in between Becca and Katherine and said "This is my place!"

And I realized that that is my place. I've found my place. I found friends, and happiness, and an absolute overflow of love. I never wanted to leave, because i knew that, right there in the Carver Middle School cafeteria between Between Becca and Katherine, there's a space the perfect size and shape for me. But I know that I'll grow and change, and the space won't fit anymore.But I'd give up anything to stay. Absolutely anything if I could just stay there, with my arms around my closest friends.

Then the song was over, as soon as it had begun. The whole song, the one we'd been singing for the past three years, was over and all that was left was to hug and kiss everyone good-bye.

Good-Bye. That's anouther big word.
Really big.

Then we went out and had the shaving cream fight, in whitch we all got just royally covered. Then me, Becca, and Caro walked to my house. We walked with Nick N., who was somewhat terrified by our "girl talk". The poor boy thinks I'm still the same person I was when we were close (like 5 years ago).

So we went to my house and had a general hose-off. We got a ride in to the Grove and hung out a bit and gossiped alot. We had smoothies and got clothes and pizza and just generally hung out.

When we were driving Becca home, my dad was listening to UM radio. This freaky 15-minute-long "song" that sounded like Japenease dogs killing eachother and children babbling and otherwise sane people counting to eight. It's our new song.

~~~~~

And that's it, it's over.
Over. That's the biggest word of all.

2002-06-11T22:12:00.000-04:00

Yesterday was truly awesome, and today wasn't too bad either. I just cant believe it's almost over...

~~Enough of that~~

Yesterday we had field day for the 8th graders. We threw ice, took pictures, and generally did whatever the frick we wanted. Then there was this thing with some of the guys atv school's bands. James's band, Blue Light Special, is truly amazing for thier ages. Lucky Becca, cuz if they had sucked she would've never lived it down. Also, Becca got a picture of me and Carlos kissing, on a dare, and I must burn every copy and the negatives. Bianca's an evil little darer-person. Grr. Grr. Grr.

Grrrrrrrrrr!
Grrrooowwwwl!!!
HeeHeeHee

Today was mucho fun.

First, we hung out in front of the drama room and talked. Douglas came over and started playing with my hair, which was tres creepy. More on him later.

Then we went to homeroom where we signed yearbooks. Me and Bernice both coincedentally signed eachother's yearbooks that we used to hate eachother and now we don't. that was almost interesting.

Then the dance started. At 9:30. Honestly! Who can dance at 9:30 in the moning?
Me, because I had green tea for breakfast and was all caffeined up. WOOHOO!

~~Dance Descripton Time~~
We were thrown into the gym with all the 7th graders, which royally sucked, until the teachers gave in and turned out the lights. Then it was almost bearable.
We had the worst DJ in the world. He played 8 booty songs in a row, then 2 slow songs, then 8 more booty, then 4 rock, and so on.. He was obviusly too lazyto mix it up a bit. Also, he played this evil remix of this Lincon Park song. Who in thier right minds can take a perfectly good song and turn it into that? Juan was about to cry.

CARO DANCED WITH JANDY!!!!! WOOHOO!!!!! See, I live vicariously through my friends.

I compleatly crashed when the caffeine ran out, halfway throgh the dance. So I went and layed on Caros and Juan. Carlos is a good pillow, Juan's not.

I got up for a most pit that the 7th graders started. It was actually pretty gecent, except for the constant groping. I was right in the middle, fell 3 or four times, and had at least 2 big guys fall on me, and not a scratch. Yet Allison and Katherine were both complaining of bruises. I can't see how they got any bruises, as they were hardly even in the pit at all.

Then I went and layed on people again.

then Douglas aske me to dance. I said yes because I rejected him in 6th grade. He smells really good. Allison says it's probly his only good quality. Hee. Who cares who it is, at least I got asked to dance, right?

It was really, really hot on the dance floor. Like, way hotter than prom. At one point I was dancing and I turn around to Nicholas:
"I'm really, really hot!"
"We all know that already, Fiji"
and he's my daughter, which makes it really gross and incest-y.
Then, later, I was dancing and I turn around to Juanand Carlos:
"I'm really fucking hot"
"Damn straight! You're damnn sexy."

Ok, so maybe it's just Carlos, Juan, and Nicholas, but it still made me feel absolutely lovely.

Then we went to some classes and rejoiced at the fact that we never have to see Ms. Sierra again, and if we do see her, we can throw rotting fruit!

WEEEEEE!!

2002-06-09T20:56:00.000-04:00

take the butt quiz.

and go to mewing.net. why not visit the site of someone who made a quiz about butts?

The very exsistence of this quiz is proof that the world revolves around me.

2002-06-07T22:36:00.000-04:00

For all of you who need a picture of me for altars/voodoo ceremonies/framing, this one's really good. Caro took it.

La Fiji. Aren't I just the cutest thing?

2002-06-05T20:47:00.000-04:00

I enjoy water. Just came back from dance class. In two weeks I dance onstage in front of hundreds of people in basically pants and a bra! WOOHOO!

Something very interesting happened today, and I have some theories as to it,one of which being that I'm actually somewhat attrective. Call me or wait and ask me at school. I'll probly tell you. Unless of course I hate you.

2002-06-02T21:00:00.000-04:00

Guess who's a redhead!!!!!!!!!!
I'm too excited to blog, maybe I'll write something later on my Palm and post it tomorrow morning.

2002-06-01T20:30:00.000-04:00

Well, it's over. We've been waiting for it for almost three years. After a time frame that felt like 15 minutes, it's over. We danced, we talked, and now it's over. Prom is over.

The day was such fun!

First, I went to school. Everyone was taking pictures and just generally being loving and papratzi-like. Everyone was being so friendly and comfortable with everyone else. It was allmost like I had walked into some paralell universe where everyone is best friends and everything is nice, and peacefull, and perfect. I wiish everyday could be like that morning, compleat with hugs and kisses and people walking around in pjs.
In the beginning of history class, Mrs Garcia was mysteriously missing. As a result of this, Alex decided to go up and begin teaching the class. 'Twas perfectly hilarious. Mrs Garcia walked in partway through his lecture on "the important events of 2002 and thier relation to him being really cool". She just sat down and let him talk. It was very funny.

I left school at 10:30, luckily escaping the evil megaphone.

I got my nails done-fingers french, toes white- and arranged to get rides to and from prom with Katherine. I then got my hair and makeup done.
Orlando is a genius. He did my hair all perty with curls and this knot/bun thingie. Then he did my makeup, which was miraculous! My face was not red at all. I had big eyes and red lips and was absolutely lovely!

Mommy and daddy and grandma and Katherine's mommy and daddy all took lots and lots and lots of pictures.

Then I went to prom.

IWe got there at about 6:30, an hour early. We saw Nalini, and Katherine went upstairs to "talk"(heehee, yeah right. They probably did only talk) too Jordan until the prom started. Nalini and I stayed and greeted people as they came in.
The second everyone got there, we posed for about 30-50 inital photos. We watched the slideshow, and I didn't cry at all, because all the pictures were of the popular kids. They gave us a terrile salad with squooshy croutons and truly nasty dressing. I didn't have to endure the apparently cafeteria-like chicken because of my vegetarianism. I got a truly acceptable pasta dish. We also got very decent chocolate cake.

We danced for almost four hours solid. A hundred fifty people on a positively tiny dance floor. It was about two hundred degrees in the middle. Surprisingly, it didn't smell bad at all.

A very bad thing happened, however. I got this monster headache which threatened to ruin the night. Luckily, Madi is the goddess of tylenol and saved my life. I am forever indeted to her.

We danced and danced and danced all night. I danced with everyone, all my friends.

Tidbits from the dance floor:
Jandy has one dance step total.
Madi's going to hell, and I'm going to meet her there.
Carlitos is form now on to be known as "The King of Suavemente"
Jordan and Katherine are officially the cutest couple ever.
Juan and Carlos are very, very close.
Ties are very fun toys.
Juan is compleatly terrified of getting close to me. He was trying to slow dance a foot away.
Juan can't salsa.
Dominique's a boy-slut.

At one point, a few of us were in the hallway, and we noticed all the guys out there watching a screen. We go over and ask how the Jeopardy game is going and Jandy got all rude. He was somehow offended when I asked him if the guys in the shorts were winning the basketball game, so I told him he's not allowed to see my undergarmets anymore.

At the end of the night, they told us all to stand in a circle while they played that terrible Vitamin C song that makes everyone cry. We all stood in a big circle, with our arms around each other, singing. At one point Steph gropped ger corsage, so Carlos goes "Look, it's misletoe! Gimme the mistletoe!" It was very cute, so I let him kiss me.

Then they turned on that Green Day song and I started sobbing. I hugged everyone.

When everyone had left, I went swimming with Katherine and Jordan. It was so nice getting all the gel out of my hair. We had fun.

~*~**~**~*~

And thus ended possibly the best day of Fiji's life so far.

2002-05-30T18:23:00.000-04:00

Today was muy funfun!

In history we had a test, which Mrs Garcia said I got an A on.

In Sierra, we threw papers at each other and made fun of Sra Sierra, quite loudly, without her noticing. We also decided that in the end of this "educational novela" the girl is gonna get shot in a drive-by by her Mexican boyfriend because he wants her farm. Hee, watch it happen exactly that way.

During lunch we... ummmmm... did something... I think. I can't really remember.

On the way to math class, Juan came up to me and the following conversation occurred:
Juan: Do you have a date to prom?
Fiji: No, why?
PillsburyDoughboy: Because I need a date.
:::semi-awkward silence:::
semi-wierdedoutFiji: You serious?
semi-embarrassedJuan: No, you’re too tall for me. But I do need a date.
EviliciousFiji: Ask Noelle, she's short!
:::Noelle looks back, and Juan sorta hides behind me:::

Hee, evilicious is a good word, isn't it? Describes me perfectly.

In math we listened to Mr Kane pretend he had previously taught us some math. Let the poor man have some delusions if it makes him happy.

In gifted we were performing our skits. I wore a toga for mine, and this bun thing in my hair. Our skit was the best so far in the class and trust me, that isn't bragging. Those skits were bad.
Anyways, I was way to lazy to change back into my clothes, so I just walked out in my toga. I was walking with Tony, and Dr. G looks at us and says to Tony "You're into medieval chicks, huh?" I admit it was funny, but why does absolutely everyone think either that we should go together or that we are going out? It's odd, and we're not.
So I walked out and got mixed reactions on my costume, but mostly good.

Of course I changed into sweatpants the second I got home.

2002-05-30T17:47:00.000-04:00

I've been humming this all day. I really relate to it for some reason.

Paint It Black
Rolling Stones

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
I see a line of cars and they're all painted black
With flowers and my love both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a new born baby it just happens ev'ry day
I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and it has been painted black
Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts
It's not easy facin' up when your whole world is black
No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee this thing happening to you
If I look hard enough into the settin' sun
My love will laugh with me before the mornin' comes
I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
Hmm, hmm, hmm...
I wanna see it painted, painted black
Black as night, black as coal
I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black

2002-05-28T20:33:00.000-04:00

NAKED!!!!!!!!!!

Fiji Is Me: The majority sucks!
Fiji Is Me: Besides, it's not really the majority, it's society
NeKallergis: lol we cant do anything about that, or can we?
Fiji Is Me: Society sucks
NeKallergis: lol
Fiji Is Me: if not for society we'd all be walking around naked with the ideal body type actually being someone who eats occasionally
Fiji Is Me: wouldn't that rock?
NeKallergis: actually, now that you think of it... just imagine, we wouldnt have to worry about dorky clothes, or stupid looking, or ewwwwww hes gay, or anything like that
Fiji Is Me: and naked!
NeKallergis: and naked! that would be cool...
Fiji Is Me: Naked good, like in that rugrats episode!
NeKallergis: lol yep

2002-05-27T12:49:00.000-04:00

Erg. Caro's blog depressed me. It must be contagius. Actually, I've felt depressed all week. I feel all fat and ugly and yucky.
I hate the way life is. I just read a magazine article about this model. She's beautiful and confident and talented. She's a size twelve, which is perfectly normal, but she's classified as a "plus size" model. Plus what? The girl's freakn perfect, she looks just like Maralyn Monroe (my size 10 role model)! It just goes to show, no matter how great you are, society will find some wayto make you feel inferior to everyone.
Which is why I'm depressed. i just don't have the genetics to be what society considers "beautiful". Even if I never ate, I couldn't be a size 6. I'll never have huge tits like the bathing suit models, or tiny ones like the clothing models. I'll never feel comfortable sitting on a guy's lap because of my weight. No matter how beatiful I really am, I'll never feel "beautifull", because I'm not like those girls on TV and in the magazines. I'm not like those girls the guys like. I'm just plain, boring Fiji, every guy's girl-friend.
Ah, "girl-friend". The dreaded dash. It's always there, taunting me. So close, and yet so far. Fiji: Everyone's girl-friend, noone's girlfriend.
I wish that, just once, some guy would show some interest in me. Some little confidence boost, just to keep me going until I get to Canada.

I'm that girl in the corner of the classroom. It's not that you don't see me. Everyone sees me, and everyone knows me. Itt's just that noone thinks twice. There's never any wonder about my life, my personality, no admirers, noone to say "bless you" when I sneeze. I'm only there for your comfort and stability. No matter what happens in your life, there will always be the girl in the corner of the classroom, writing a note to an unknown friend in an unknown world that you don't have to care about.
I want people, guys in particular, not just to know me, but to like me.
I want guys to be interested in me as more than that "stable" friend.
I want people to say "bless you" when I sneeze.

~|Dedicated to all the girls in the corner of the classroom|~

I make no sense, and I ramble, but at midnight, laying in my bed blogging on my palm, it makes more sense than anything in the world. as stupid and superficial as it seems, and probly is, I don't feel compleatly comfortable with myself unless I have a guy. Not a guy friend, but a guy. A guy who tells me I'm beautifull.

2002-05-23T21:04:00.000-04:00

Yes, my friends and fellow bloggers, I think I may be just bored enough to blog!

Things that have happend/ been said/ occured to me recently:
~I fainted at sunset place, which was truly, truly odd.
~I realized that I have a thong that matches Jandy's braces. That could start a fad. Girls go out and buy thongs that match some guy's braces. Now won't Ms Small(uniform obsessed science teacher) love that?
~Much to his amazement, showed Jany my thong. He sort of squeaked. Don't think he's ever seen a thong in real life before.
~I showed Jandy my thong. Ewwwwwwww.
~Twice. Double Ewwwwwwww
~Nicholas is jealous of Jandy because "FIJI wore a thong and I didn't see it?" and something along the lines of "Suva is a very special place we'd all like to visit". Triple Ewwwwwww.
~There was actual, genuine class participation in Sierra's class. 'Twas surreal.
~Realized that "Mr" Kane and "Mr" Hudson can both be very easily manipulated.
~Prom is only a week and a day away.
~Less than three weeks left of school, and of us being together.
~Yearbook better be GOOD!
~I'm writing poems for all my friends to sign their yearbooks with.

~~~I heart u guys!~~~

2002-05-10T18:09:00.000-04:00

Ok, fine, I'll bolg. So what interesting and exciting things have happened since last I blogged? hmmmm...
Oh yeah, nothing.
Yup, that how exciting my life is. And guess what I'm doing tonight. Yup, that's right, nothing. Because I can't get a ride either way from my parents. Mummy's doing PTA president stuff at my sister's schooland daddy's going to a funeral, so estoy screwed. I really wanna meet this guy Katherine's bringing! Erg.
OK, neverrmind, I'm going to the grove with Tweety.

Anyways, today was pretty fun. When I got to school I saw everybody dressed in shorts, and Katherine being a semi-hootch, because of the field trip. We all talked about whether Maria del Carmen is Carlos or Juan. Then off to homeroom,, where I got my progress report, which was pretty OK.

Then, then we went on the field trip.
We went to this hippie farm place. They let us hold 2-day-old turkey chicks. zthey were all soft and pretty. And the one we were holding loved me. More than Madi. Turkey chicks are sooooo cute!
We walked around the place a litte. Then we got a tour of this woman's tree house. After that, Dominique started playing piano and like 5 of us were singing along. 'Tis corney, but while I stood there singing I thought "I'm going to miss this". One thing about Carver, we all feel compleatly comfortable with each other. I don't think I will ever be able to be this close to a group of people. You guys helped me through the jungle of raging hormones that is middle school. I feel I can do or say or wear absolutely anything around anyone in our eigth grade class. I felt the same way so many times today.

When I got home, mummy told me that dad knows all the hippies at the place.

Ok, so maybe I'm not so interesting today, but that's fine because I posted the Tampon Rant.

In other news, Laura thinks she's really cool because she's the first to discover that skater-chick Canadian rocker, but she's wrong. I've heard her alot before. Her sound's awesome, but she herself reminds me of one of those slutty wanna-be rocker chicks at our school.

In more other news, I'm making an offer to Maria del Carmen. If you tell us who you are this weekend, I won't let them kill you. After Sunday, no garentees.

2002-05-10T16:56:00.000-04:00

Back by popular demand: MY TAMPON RANT!

I have decided to say something that girls everywhere have wanted to say for almost 20 years:

TAMPONS SUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!

Seriously, think about it. Why do we wear them anyways? Nevermind, I already know. We wear them so that we can show off out butts without hafting to worry about people seeing the terrifying oval-shaped piece of cotton that is a pad. Yup, we as women are willing to stick pieces of rayon (yes, rayon! I checked) into places where rayon should not go, just so that guys can stare at our butts.Lovely.
That's anouther thing. Why the hell would we want to shove a piece of rayon up our ass? Can you imagine the faces of the first women who tested tampons?

"Oh wow! A miracle pad that doesn't leak over the side of your panties, you can't feel it, AND you can wear slutty pants during that time of month? Give me some! What... what's that? It looks like a rolled-up pad. What do I stick it to my panties with? YOU WANT ME TOO PUT THAT WHERE?!?!"

Yup, the idea's pretty freakin insane. I mean... ew.

And there are so many kinds. The differrent brands: Playtex, Tampax, Sucky store brand. Applicator, no applicator, little tiny thing that you pull on until it becomes an applicator. Erg! They're all just pices of rayon. Exact same thing, but we all have favorites.Women must be the only creatures on earth that can look at shelves filled with boxes and boxes of identical rayon tubes, and then have a nervous breakdown if our favorite brand isn't there. Yes, "we". I am included in this confusing hoard. If Walgreens is out of Tampax Compax tampons, regular absorbancy, I freak out!

And that's anouther thing, absorbansies! Super plus, super, regular, junior. Can't people just change the tampon more often on heavy days, and less often on light days? Oh, and the "junior" absorbancy is just stupid. It's a freakkin proven fact that your flow is the same no matter what age you are. The only people that buy the "junior" absorbancy tampons are fathers and boyfrieds who are confusedly sent out on a tampon run. No point, really.

No point, really.

Note: I'm all wierded cuz my tampon brand changed the box design and now it has flowers on it. FLOWERS! Freakkin, god damn flowers!

2002-05-03T17:55:00.000-04:00

You know what I absolutely love about you guys? We all have our daily blog rounds, so I know you all saw the post below within three days of me posting it, but you keep commenting on it, even a week and a half later. I heart you guys.

2002-04-25T21:44:00.000-04:00

Iwrote this last nght:

It's 7:29, and I'm on the verge of tears. It's impossible to tell you I feel. I feel sad, I feel alone, but most of all, I feel unloved. I spoke to Caro on the phone for half an hour, and it brout back all those thoughts and emotions that I thought had ended with the beginning of middle school, with you guys. With you, I've always felt loved and, I guess, safe. You guys provided the sort of unconditional love and friendship that I had only found in family, and that's not quite the same. I felt that you'd love and support me, no matter what. That's what kept me from being afraid of being an individual.
In elementry school, my life was very different. I had hung out with the "popular" group since kindergarden. In fourth grade, that group decided I was to immature for them. They hated me, but they kept me within reach in case one of them was out and they needed a fourth for cards during lunch. I cared. I very deeply wanted to be "one of them" again. I wanted to be beatifull and popular, just like them. I wanted it with all my being. I wanted to be the people who had pt me in the worst position I could be in.
The popular people wouldn't speak to me, and they made fun of me almost constantly.The "lower class" kids were scared. They felt they couldn't talkto me unless I spoke first. I spent almost two straight years virtually alone, with only a few friends, and noone I felt comfortable telling this to. This was the hell I lived in for almost two years. I was depressed, and sometimes even had suicidal thoughts. If I were any less of a wimp, I might not be writing this today.
OK, now I'm crying.
Caro told me today that I've been hurting her.I realize that I'vev been treating her ina terrible way. I also suddenly realized why I tease her so much. I tease her about "Jimmie" because I'm jealous. I don't have anyone who I love in that way. I really want, no, I need someone to want to love. I need someone to hug and kiss, and most of all, I need somone to love me back, and it doesn't seem like that's going to happen any time soon. Not to me.
I make fun of Caro and Becca going to Carollton because, in a way, I wish I were going there to. I'm going to be seperated next year from the two best friends I've ever, ever had. They are going to spend the next four years together, and I'll probably loose touch and never see them again. I don't think I can deal with that kind of pain. These are the people I can tell anything to, and I fear I may only have one month left with them.
It's impossible for me to express everything else I'm feeling. There arent enough words on earth. I fell sad, alone, and unloved.
I feel terrible.

This was very emotional for me to write, and I wasn't sure, at first, that I wanted to blog this. I am going to post it, because these feelings are much to strong for me to keep them to myself. I know I'll feel better knowing that you guys have read this.
-Elizabeth Adelle Billig. Not Fiji, not queen, nor goddess. Just Elizabeth Adelle Billig, bearing her soul.

2002-04-23T17:14:00.000-04:00

I know what boys want.
I know what guys need.
I know what boys want.
Boys want,
Boys want,
Boys want me.
-very good song written from my point of view. And yes, they do.

Very good day, very good mood.
In history, we had this really, really cool old dude come in for career day. We convinced him to read one of the infamous "lesbian notes" out loud to the class. He said he wanted to photocopy it and post it up at work. Really cool old dude.

Language arts consisted of me and Dominique arguing. First we argued about Shakespeare, then we argued about his book's translation, then we straight-out argued over who is superior. We all know I am, of course, since I am, depending on who you ask, either a queen or a goddess. I am clearly superior to the lowly Dominique. No pale guy jokes.

I felt very evil at lunch, so Becca transferred her evilness to me and we plotted to ask Jimmie out in behalf of Caro, but we didn't, for we are not that mean. We might be mean enough to pay someone else to do it, however. Anyways, I was using my evilness and bugging Jandy and Caro at the same time. As a result, Jandy thinks Becca and me are lesbian partners, and the following unrelated conversation occurred:
Fiji: Jandy, don't you want to be involved in our conversations about tampons and breast size?
(Jandy runs away) (Jandy comes back)
Jandy: Breast what?!?
The all-powerful Fiji: size.
(Unsuspecting Caro walks up and start's speaking of something unrelated)
Fiji, root of all evil: (interrupting Caro) Wait, I promised Jandy a conversation about breast size. Jandy, what do you think about Caro's breasts.
At this, Caro freaked out and ran away, and Jandy just sorta stood there in shock. I seriously think he likes her.
Becca said this wasn’t evil enough. I must start earlier in the lunch period next time.

Then, back to language arts, where I, with the help of a few others, determined that Dominique knows nothing about Shakespeare, wants me to try out for New World next year naked, and is going to follow me to Gables felicity-style. Its very annoying sitting next to the boy,

Oh, Albert was there. He gave Rebecca L the $40 for his prom ticket in quarters. Yes, $40 in quarters. Shows sanity, doesn’t it? Anyway, said hola to him after school. He’s still a wierdass, and he’s still looking at my ass, but that’s OK, cuz he’s cool. If you know not who Albert is, Caro will supply a picture.
Albert gave Tony his cape, and this resulted in Tony running around looking for someone with an extra shirt so he could be a ninja or something. He’s a funny little rodent.

Question of the day, everyone must answer: Whom should I go to prom with?

2002-04-16T17:17:00.000-04:00

Take my friendtest at fiji.friendtest.com
I heart my layout, even if bloggerbot doesn't so there *pbbbtttts*
I'm not so mad at blogger now that I have an imood and a counter.
Woohoo!

Excuse me for any future outbursts, I'm ditzy today.
We were supposed to write sentences about cars in Spanish class today. Rough translation of mine:
I like the one near the duck, the red Jeep. But I don't like yours.
Ms Sierra spent 30 fantastically entertaining seconds trying to figure out why the car was near the duck. Ori said that there was some romance between the duck and the car. I doubt she understood.

Before school I fund this thing in my car. It's like a little doll made out of socks. So I grabbed "Fred the Sock Dude" and made everyone one greet him. Allison says he looks like an onion with eyes and a hat. Fred the Sock Dude kicked her. She deserved it, Fred the Sock Dude does NOT look like an onion!

In first period there was the usual: making fun of Carlos’s bracelet, bugging James, Alex’s conspiracy theories, and general mayhem. I heart my history class.

In math we all got extremely pissed at Mr. Kane. He decided to start teaching us algebra two. Honestly, he hasn’t even taught us all of geometry yet! We have all next year to find out how to use curvy graph-things. I wanna learn geometry so I’m not a total failure in high school, thank you very much.

I enjoy swiss cheese. I also enjoy orange juice. I, however, definitely do not enjoy drinking orange juice directly after eating swill cheese. Just trust me, OK?

Well, I might have a prom date. See, Katherine’s mom wants her to go to prom with this superhott Ransom guy, but he won’t go unless Katherine finds a date for his even hotter (or so I’ve been told) friend. Seeing as it doesn’t look like I’m going to get a date from school, I’ll probably do it. A blind prom date. That could end in disaster. Whatever. I’ll just make her introduce me to him prior to the prom. What do you guys think? Tell me in the comments thing.
I’ll probably do it. After all, only one guy has shown any interest in going to prom with me, and we all know who that is.

2002-04-16T16:15:00.000-04:00

Well yes, blogger does hate my blog. How could you tell?

2002-04-13T10:27:00.000-04:00

Just a little reminder to take

2002-04-11T17:51:00.000-04:00

I heard the wierdest rumour about myself today. Laura and I were walking out of school, and and Tony walks by. I nod hello and Laura, straight out of nowhere, goes "Are you going with Tony to prom?" "WHAT?" I exclaim, laughing. She begins to explain, but I cut her off. Tony should hear this too, I thought. I called him over, any made Luara explain. Here's the rumor:
"Someone told me someone else asked you to prom, and you tuned them down with the excuse that you're going with Tony,"
Riiiiiiiiiight. I justhave a couple of questions:
1) Who told her this?
2) Who supposedly asked me to prom?
She had no answer to either. This means she's either especially ditzy today, protecting someone's identity, or spying for someone in order to find out if I have a date (highly unlikely, unless she thinks I got a date betwen 9:45 and 3:45). If anyone knows anything about this rumour, tell me. Please!

~Now wasn't that fun?~

First period today was traumatizing. Somehow, James G. got it into his head that I should go to prom with Carlos, which leads me to think he may be reading my blog (see post on 4/1/02). Anyways, he was trying to get Carlos to ask me ("Car-los! Car-los! Carlos!" he chanted) for the first 10 minutes of class. Finally, Carlos decides to have fun with it and comes over and- get this- kneels down on one knee. He askes "Well we've known each other for some time now-" "No," James interrupts him, "That's not how you ask a girl to prom! Ya gotta play it cool, be like 'hey, have youheard about that prom thing..." This led to James giving Carlos a lesson in asking girls to the prom. Odd, I know, but these are the intricacies of first period, as the whole class got involved.

In other news, Kasey thinks I'm a dominatrix.

Hmmm. Maybe Caro's right. Maybe I am "a plague"

2002-04-08T20:34:00.000-04:00

My review of Becoming:
Oops, I lost the review I used for peer-to-peer. Oh well. Don't bother going, he's pretty boring. Like Brett's livejournal, but add 30 years to his age.

Anyways...
A compleat stranger likes my blog! I'm with her about the name. I'm thinking of changing it. Any suggestions? Put it on the comment thingy.
My life has gotten wierd. Random guy friends have been asking me questions like:
Do you like anyone at this school?
Are you single?
Etc...
What happened? Did I suddenly turn pretty overnight? Is there some conspiracy against me? Are the guys going to sacrafice one of their own so I'm not a menace to their kind? Any of you involved in this? If you tell me now, I won't have to rip apart your most sensitive part with a spork. Tell me, now.
Now that that's over with...
Only 8 weeks and 4 days left of middle school. The day went by so fast, and that's sad. I want every day to take 1000 years, so I can be with you guys forever. I love you all, I really do. You're the nicest, truest, most honest friends I have ever had, and I'll never forget even one of you. I know that if I was 80 years old and I met Caro in the mall and said "Remember the kittens!" or Becca in Hell and said "SPLEEN!" we would laugh until our blue-haired heads fell off. I don't care how out-of-touch with each other we get, I want to be invited to your weddings, and i wanna be a bridesmaid at some of them.
.::SOB::.

Well, Katherine got braces, so maybe Nicholas won't think she's too pretty for him, now. What's wrong with guys? They always either think the girl is too pretty for them, or that they're too pretty for the girl. Gods, I hate middle school guys.

My final words:
If ever you fel sad and droopy in the morning, pick a gardenia and tuck it behind your ear. It will make you feel much better.

2002-04-08T20:00:00.000-04:00

YAY! My blog review is in! I heart this girl, she made me happy about my blooggie. Here it is:
Review for "When Good Little Girls Go Bad" I always enjoy coming across a new weblog. Fiji's "When Good Litle Girls Go Bad" is no exception. Everything from the layout to the author herself appears very laid back (and I mean that in a good way.) Overall I really liked reading this blog. While I'm off whining about my boyfriend, Fiji is describing a trip to the movies like a P.I. She's witty and clever and knows how to write entertainingly. I'm sure many people could learn a thing about clever blogging from "When Good Little Girls Go Bad." I really only have a few qualms with WGGGB as a whole. The first being the layout structure. As far as webblogs go, I tend to shy away from frame-based layouts. There's something that just irks me about them. Something that screams "clutter"--the way you are confined to a small frame to one side of the page. There just isn't very much freedom. The title of this blog itself seems a bit bland, if not somewhat cilche`. Although it may hold some sort of meaning to the author, of which I am unaware. The writing style is impressive and not too simplistic, as some "web connoisseurs " tend to label teen blogs. There are the occaisonal spelling or grammatical mistakes, but hey--she's only human. Overall Fiji manages to maintain a captivating style which draws one back for more.

YAY! Next up, the blog review on the blog I reviewed!

2002-04-07T15:51:00.000-04:00

You are restricted. Well done, you're now
practically adult in nature, and plus, you
get to see nudity - have fun.

"Which Movie Classification Are You?"
Test created by Jamie - take it here.
Yay! I get to see nudity!

2002-04-02T20:51:00.000-05:00

Everybody loves me
Except for Carlos who (probly) hates me
My comments system can go eat wormswomswormsworms.

I'm off for a forced vacation to the keys. I'm dreading it. But grandmama lent me this really cool strapless bathing suit that makes me look skinny and is oh-so-twenties-ish and retro. Anyways, I'm gonna be in the keys till Sunday, and I'm gonna becompleatly bored. I'll have my cell phone with me at all times, so please, please, PLEASE call me often. Even if you're just some random person who found me through someone else's blog. PLEASE, I need companionship. Anyways, my cell number is 786 385 9595 and yes, that is a Miami area code. It's the new one. I heart you guys.

Oh, and this'll be my last post until Sunday, unless I can find some internet cafe in key west and have a few moments of bliss.

Pleasecall me. Seriusly, even if I've only met you once and you doubt I remember your name. Saving me from tedium can be the start of a great friendship.

2002-04-01T21:58:00.000-05:00

Hmmm, some interesting gossip. It seems that Carlos was telling Bianca how much he misses her, while the same time asking me out inderectly. 'Twas funny. Of course, I told Bianca the whole thing, ad c-ped the convo for her. She wants me to get more info for her, but I won't, because Carlos is my friend too. Oh well. We'll see what happens.

Bits and pieces:
Darkshadow6365: and my spring break just got betta cuz i got my internet privelege back and im talking to u
Fiji Is Me: yes, talking to me makes everyone happy
Darkshadow6365: yes
Darkshadow6365: especially me

Darkshadow6365: im looking cor Ms.Right/Ms. Future
Fiji Is Me: in 8th grade!?!
Darkshadow6365: there is a curse in my family that all the males find their future wife in the 8th grade
Fiji Is Me: Your a freak
Fiji Is Me: I'm just looking for a good kisser
Darkshadow6365: ...im a pretty good kisser
Fiji Is Me: that's nice
Fiji Is Me: eeeeeeew. Brett dyed his hair, it looks terrible
Darkshadow6365: "_"... i can never get a break from u can I?

Darkshadow6365: so ur saying there are not even half descent guys in carver
Fiji Is Me: The guys at carver have shown virtually no interest in me
Darkshadow6365: i have
Darkshadow6365: i find u physically attractive and emotionally attractive, but that doesnt mean much from me cuz im a "player" and not worth the time, so ill just stop bothering u
Fiji Is Me: you don't bother me
Fiji Is Me: be a happy person. Cheer up!
Darkshadow6365: but u have no interest in me, so whats the point

Fiji Is Me: You're a sweetie, but you're looking for commitment, I'm terrified of commitment
Darkshadow6365: ok
Darkshadow6365: if u dotn want it, then i wont look for it

Honestly, Carlos is a sweetie. He's a funny little rodent, but without the nut (heehee, inside joke). If he hadn't screwed over all those girls, and he wasn't convinced he's gonna marry some girl he meets in 8th grade, and he was maybe just a little taller, I might go out with him. The boy scares me.

So sorry, but I'm very tierd, ad it takes alot of energy to write The Story of Saturday. Maybe tomorrow.

2002-03-31T21:53:00.000-05:00

Aloha, my friends. It's that time again. That's right, it's BLOG TIME!

Happy Easter to you, my darlings. My sister is eight years old and I have eaten 2 tons of chocolate today, but that's OK, because I did my Abs of Steel. My abs are still jelly like, but that's OK, for now. Soon that pinkish, blobby jelly will become cold, hard, shiny, metallic steel. And everyone will say "Wow! Fiji has abs of steel!" And I will say "Yes, I do!"
OK, I shall stop rambling now...

Not much of anything happened today, so I shall speak of yesterday.
At about 3:00pm, my sitting on lazy Suva all day was interrupted by a phone call. This call was from Caro. It was a call to action! The action being, get off Suva and go to the movies with Caro, Nicholas, and Bianca. I leapt at the chance. I hopped in the shower, threw on my clothes, and whisked myself out the door. (Isn't my blog more interesting when I write like this?)
My mom drove me, and we were a quarter of the way there when we remembered that we needed to pick up Caro. So we retraced our steps, and, luckily, found her before the coppers did. When we made our entrance at sunset place, we were shocked to see an unfamiliar face waiting for us. The new agent was Nicholas's cousin, Teddy. Turns out N had decided to make this a family affair, bringing along a sister and a cousin. We made it our job to warn the new agent about the dastardly Bianca, and her seductive ways. He thought we had gone bonkers at the time, but we knew he'd thank us later.
We acquired our movie tickets -Ice Age-,and, soon enough, Sally arrived. She had Bianca in tow, as promised. The mouse had taken the bait! Only problem was, she had an accomplice. She had brought her younger brother, Lil' Danny, along with her. Could this spell double trouble? We'd have to wait and find out.
During the movie, we noticed Bianca flirting at agent Teddy. Was she trying to get him on her side? I suspected as such. Would he give in? He didn't, and he thanked us for warning him. He looked worn, though, like he couldn't take any more. He was strong but I knew he was no match for the dastardly Bianca.

~The thrilling conclusion coming tomorrow~

2002-03-31T20:41:00.000-05:00

It's time for the ~dunduhduhduuuuun~ fansigns!
These have been sent to me by my two best friends and biggest fans.

This is from Caro, who luvs me, but doesn't like my usage of the cheese nips jokes.

Ths one's from Becca, who luvs me so much, that she gave my ass a name.

And this one's also from becca, who luvs her chicabooms. (That's Becca on the bottom left, I think).

2002-03-30T09:36:00.000-05:00

Wow! Check this out you guys; I'm blogging!
:::takes bow:::
Peer-To-Peer review project starts today, so a great big "Aloha" to whaoever's my reviewer. Comment, darling.

Well, anyways...
Happy day before Easter. It's really to bad, I promised myself I'd lose at least one pound this week. Ok, now I feel guilty. I think I'll do my Abs of Steel after I'm done blogging. It suddenly dawned on me the oter day that "Abs of Steel" referred to firmness, not weight. Damn.
My flab can kiss Suva. I don't understand it. I'm not fat. I have a good figure and I'm stong. I look like I weigh at least 10 pounds less than I actually do. I hate it.
I was watching HBO Comedy Half-Hour last night (I just got satelite. YAY!) and Jeanine Garaffalo(Hello, my name is Fiji, and I have a spelling probllem) was on. She said the funniest thing that I so relate to:

I hate those announcers at award shows. They're always out on the red carpet "Fit is in. A pretty face is your ticket this year!" Yeah, not like last year, when ugly was all over the catwalk, when backfat was all the rage!

Or some thing like that. I heart that woman, she's so cool.

I have discovered that there are only two pictures of me online, and they're both on this page: Caro
You'll have to find them for yourself, but here are the hints:
They were taken at Sasha's party
One is of my hands
One is of Suva (my ass)
Lovely pictures, really.

I feel pretty wierd, like something's about to happen. Something big.
Hmmmm

I need to go bathing suit shopping. Leave a comment if you wanna come. Maybe Monday?

2002-03-21T13:45:00.000-05:00

I'm pretty shaken

2002-03-21T13:39:00.000-05:00

ohshitohshitohshit!
There was a bomb threat at about 1:10 this afternoon at school.
I was eating lunch.
I know it was probably an empty threat,
But it makes everything seem really petty now.

2002-03-19T17:28:00.000-05:00

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2002-03-19T17:13:00.002-05:00

hello

2002-03-19T17:13:00.001-05:00

Hello

2002-03-19T17:13:00.000-05:00

Helo

2002-03-16T23:20:00.000-05:00

'Twas a joyfull day!
I went to RenFest with Bess, a friend from girl scouts. I was positively determined to get a corset. I needed a corset. Or a peasents top, didn't matter. I eventually found on. It is blue and quite slutty. It makes my boobs *pop* out. It's really pretty, though. I heart it.
I saw a bunch of "popular" girls there. They were trying to be dresssed up. Ok, I know some of them are ok looking, but they just didn't have the curves for the costumes. The girls in the Italian renasaince were curvy, like me. Corsets weren't made for sticks.
I got a tarot reading. Very repetative:
1) Musical Theater is a good path for me
2) Some guy that likes me is into musical theater, too.
If you make any pale guy jokes I will kill you. I really will.

OK, everyone go take my test at (I think) http://fiji.friendtest.com

2002-03-14T20:03:00.000-05:00

...And the Blog is compleated!

2002-03-14T12:00:00.000-05:00

Isn't it pretty?!?! Gotta put the comments back up

2002-03-11T15:17:00.000-05:00

I'M SO SORRY YOU GUYS!
I know, I know, I haven't blogged in ages. My life is actually somewhat exciting.
I missed you, bloggie.

I got my prom dress! It's perty and you've all heard about it already. If you haven't, ask me. I'll be happy to brag.

I'm in math class. What fun. Oh happy day.
...neath the wing. Of the bluebird as she sings.
sorry, musical moment.

I went to caro's on Saturday to film The Lar & Car Show. Those two are soooo funny. The show's freakkin hilarius.

I saw the King and I at Actor's and it was muymuymuy wonderful. My little amigo from camp was in it. He played Anna's son and he was really good. I'm so proud. He's a cutie.

I'm so stressed out right now. By Monday, we'll all know what high school we're going to. Then there's two and a half months left until we part. *cry* I love you guys!

I'm really worried about prom. I sincerely doubt that I'll get a date. Honestly, I'll be the only one in the limo who has to bring a friend. Honestly, I can't thing of one half-decent guy who would ask me. I WANT A DATE FOR THE PROM!!!!!!!

DamnDamnDamn

2002-03-01T21:16:00.000-05:00

Random act of insightfullness: Has anyone else besides me noticed that battery sizing directly correspond to cup sizes in bras?? And that there always seems to be an abundance of double A's and D's, but nothing really in the middle? That little pink bunny really has a dirty mind...

I'm going prom shopping tomorrow yayyayyay! Mummy's taking me to plantaion cuz she's cool like that.

Today was fun. In first period James got annoyed at us and yelled that he wasn't there, OK? So we go OK, so who's that guy there that looks just like you. We figured out that it's James's evil twin brother, Fredrick. We could have some fun with that!

In homeroom three of us were entertaining the class with a collection of chorus songs from the past. Noone complained. Have "Jubilate Deo" stuck between my ears. Need to take a shower. Don't worry, that was unrelated.

gifted- had sub, Ms Johnson. She was in a good mood, which led us to think Who drugged her? for she must've been on lowies.

Sierra wasn't there. Following scean occured outside door, while waiting:
Me (seeing MsPestana walking towards us): OhmigodNoWayOmigodOmigod
(General gasps of disbelief all around)
Journet: Are you our sub?
MsP: (seeing look of disbelief on our faces) Ummm... yes?
Nick, Journet, Me: (General screaming, laughing, hugging, and dancing in the hallway)

Ms Pestana's the coolest sub in the whole wide world. Yup, she is.

Kane's an idiot, but no big story there.

I wanna go watch the shallow popularity contest that is Miss USA. I'll post something longger eventually. No worries!

2002-02-27T21:44:00.000-05:00

I feel gooooooooooooood!
Only 4 cookies today.

Random act of insightfullness: If you're not sure if you give a rat's ass, then set your rat's ass free. If it doesn't come back, it was never yours to give.

OMG HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NSUCK IS SQUEAKING ON THE GRAMMYS WHATHASTHEWORLDCOMETO?!?!?!?!
They think they so ghetto! Please, they're even whiter than me, and y'all know that's pretty white.

Anyways...
Just came from jazz class. My teacher's back from materity leave. She gave birth a month and a half ago and she already has a body to die for, damn her. I love her class, though, and I was having such an ON day!! I did PERFECT double turns all across the floor!!!!!!!! I just woked off an entire meal.

OK, Laura's evil plan fell through, so she's not buying James. DamnDamnDamn. We bugged him during History to make up for it, though. Carlos compleatly wiped out when he was leaning over his chair. He's such a silly goose! Silly goose? I'm on an exercise high, you know how it is.

In homeroom me and Bernice had a long convo about really white people who think they're black :::cough:::Adam:::Cough:::. Surprisingly, my large amounts of whiteness didn't come up at all.

Math was really funny. Quote of the day:
"Oops! I forgot math!"
-Mr Kane
Yeah, we noticed. Fernando was cracking jokes about how proud Mr Kane is about his new stapler because it cost more that his car. He's a silly goose, too. 'Tis true, tis true. Then, Mr Kane told us a story about him setting up the plumbing sytem on a trailer. Oh my, I don't think he got the joke. Also we learned that ASA works, and SAS works, but ASS doesn't work. Bummer.

Gifted was creepy. The sixth and seventh graders were freakin violatd me. Ewwwwwww, young boys.

Lunch was muy interesante. Madi and Dominique got married and I preformed the ceremony since he's my husband. So the convo goes like this:
Me: Do you Domi-
D (to Madi, pointing at me): Can I marry her too?
Me: we're already married, idiot!
D: Oh yeah.
Me: Do you, Dominique...
(The rest of the ceremony went beautifully, only the second marrige where both parties said "yes", well OK, they said "sure" and "uuuum, ok", but whatever)
That boy annoys me quite a bit, and Kat's prophecies all seem to be coming true. Let's hope they're not all true, there was some freaky stuff about Me and Damien...
Madi originally wanted to marry Noele, but hey, Cest La Vie (with proper accent marks and spelling).

In Sierra we were assigned partners for a dialog. i was with Ori, the lazy bum. He's cool, but he's a really big-time bum. In the dialog he sounds like he's hitting on me, but we had to have student 2 ask student 1 about they're plans for the day. I said I was going to Ooga-BoogaLand. HeeHee.

Today was fun. I leave you with some words to live by, straight of Nicky's pencil box:
Don't shoot the beaver!

Thank you and goodnight!

2002-02-25T16:54:00.000-05:00

I just ate 5 girl scout cookies, and it's time for anouther, but shhhhhh...
you all know me, I just can't resist chocolate!

Random act of insightfulness: The principal said "I can expel you". "yes" I said "but you will have to eat me first".

Today was---- interesting.

Nalini was out, which sorta started everything.
In LA we acted out the last scene from the Mikado again, so Angel and Noele proclaimed thier love for each other once more. How sweet. Then, dominique decided he felt left out and he sat behind me, where Nalini usualy sits. This led to Dominique almost ruining or group work and him sticking 4 Mikado books down the back of my jeans. I think/hope it was totoally random, but Katherine thinks it has sometthing to do with men sticking money down strippers' pants. Ew. If I were a stripper, I wouldn't want to get paid in copies of the mikado!

During Lunch Giannina sat with us. She's pretty cool when you get to know her. We talked about diets and losing weight and I was sitting there eating girl scout cookies. OK, so I gain weight easily, but I don't look fat when I do, so its fine. Felt like shit though....

In science we wasted mucho time and I realized that my group is compleatly incompetent, with the possible exception of me. Oh well.

In Gomez I found out that A BUNCH OF THE POPULAR GIRLS READ OUR BLOGS! That was a warning, by the way. Some of them are pretty bad, but some of them are great. Anyways, if any of you are reading this, Hi!
Gomez was out, her madre died poor old girl. The sub was coolies though, she kept dissing Joel y sus personas. HeeHeeHee.

OK, I finally blogged, so y'all betta comment.

2002-02-20T21:56:00.000-05:00

I will not eat more than 6 girl scout cookies a day.
I will not eat more than 6 girl scout cookies a day.
I will not eat more than 6 girl scout cookies a day.
Those things are frikken addictive.

I feel all perty today. I had a good day.
In first period we watched the Amistad and mked fun of James. Today's topics: his hair and how much he luuuuurves me. Bwahaha.
In homeroom we sat there for half an hour doing our makeup. Yup, your brain leaks out a little when you sit next to Dani. But she's coolios anyways.
In gifted we took our pictures in which I am the personification of beauty.
In Sierra we made fun of Sierra- what else?
In math we took anouther F-CAT test and tortured the jewish dude who called Becca a commy. He obviously didn't know Becca very well. Poor little 7th grader.

My jazz teacher came to class with her baby daughter.

Gotta go, I'll finish tomorrow.