I have nothing to do. I'm trying to convince my mom not to make it "Easter at the orphanage" this year....how sad...

Urgh...housework bites. I spend my entire week at school, metaphorical nose to the metaphorical grindstone, and on my weekend, I have to do CHORES? What is this world coming to?

Now Val is stealing Easter!!! When will it end!?

Val is stealing Spring Break. I may have to flay her skin off. With the love.
Stealing is wrong, Val, WRONG!!!

When trying to kick Emily under her chair, I hit my shin point blank on the bar under the desk. Then in Lacrosse, Kirsten accidentally banged it with the end of her stick in the EXACT same place. My shin wants to die.

Man oh man, I wish certain people, whose name begins with a "B" and ends with an "en", would stop being so Goddamn childish. If he was Beebo-and thankfully, he isn't-I'd shoot him in the face. I mean, God, he is so freaking pathetic sometimes that you just want to yell at him. When he finally stopped ignoring me after I didn't react to the little note in my Valentines Day roses, he started crushing on Jenni. She started receiving carnations yesterday, maybe before, with little notes attached. Lisa and Jon and Erin asked me whether I sent them, but of course I didn't. Jen showed me the note, which read "To Jenni. Guess who? ^^" and I thought the writing and note style looked like Ben's, especially the way he writes his "?" and the little "^^", but I wasn't sure, so I didn't say anything. Then today at lunch he was sitting there, fists clenched, staring at the floor, looking really pathetically mad. I was fooling around as usual, and when I looked to see if he was laughing too, he was just glum. I laughed and said "Geez, sorry, Mr Sullen McSullen!" and he glared at me. I mean, I just made a face at him-if he's got a beef, it isn't with me-but Holy Crap, this glare could have killed. Nothing but self pity. After he stormed out when the bell rang, Jenni told me she found out it was him and said she didn't appreciate being sent flowers and little notes, and it's so true. If he's gonna ask her out or how she feels, then Ben could at least have the guts to ask to her face, rather than hide behind the romantical notions of flowers. And yes, I realize that getting rejected hurts, but Ben is being such a baby. Sometimes getting flowers and notes is nice and cute, but one gets the distinct feeling of cowardice rather than real affection from flowers sent by Ben. Plus he should have known that Jenni receiving flowers from a friend who couldn't respect her enough to tell her, when she is running around trying to find it out, would ruin the friendship. Geez.
On the plus, Lisa is making me a piggy!

What to talk about? Today Jenni and I had a french-fry jam session to Bohemian Rhapsody today at lunch. That was good fun.
Spirited Away is mine. Metropolis is my favourite movie EVER, but Spirited Away is very close behind.
Really nice weather today. Sunny and warm, but it smelt like the rain, and the earth was alive. Kids playing, dogs barking, breeze blowing. Kinda makes me sad, because I know within a few weeks it will be so freaking hot that all those kids and dogs will lay in the scalding sun, begging for water, and there won't be a single breeze, but I'll enjoy it while I can.
Ghost Ship looked really stupid, and I only saw the first part. It starts off with a ocean liner in like...1959 or something, and all these people are slow dancing. There is this girl, who is maybe eleven, and she is dancing with the finely-dressed captain, maybe he's her grandfather, when this wire-which must have been crazy, because they don't do this for no reason-silently sweeps over the dance floor, just as silent, and slices everyone. The cinemetography was pretty good for a moment; all these people, holding each other in dance position, but with looks of horror on their faces. Then the torsos start slipping of the legs. One really disturbing shot was a woman in a white dress trying to pull her bottom half over to her. Anyway, here is my beef; the white dress woman got sliced at the waist, but another guy got sliced just under his chest, and ANOTHER guy, the old captain hugging the eleven year old girl, is sliced under his nose. How did that happen? Only one wire, at one level, whipped through the crowd. Anyway, the old captain falls forward, his upper head slides off. The girl-obviously too short to be hit by the wire,although it should have hit her in the chest or neck- steps back and screams. End scene one. So many flaws, so little time.
I promise to stop nit-picking movies.
I wanna rollerblade...but I'll land on my ass. Wheeee....

Spirited Away is coming out tomorrow, and it makes me happy.
I had a nice evening tonight. Although now I am tired.

Okay, this is weird.
Every-single-fucking-time I try to go to Emily's blog, I get sent to "Aaron's Bible Website" or something of the sort, which is all flashy and simply begging me to convert. And yet, I wonder why all these pop-ups shoot up like a rocket telling me to "Please my woman; enhance my Johnson", or "Please my Johnson; sleep with many women AT THE SAME TIME at Ricky's Orgy Parlour". Crazy internet.
I want to go stand in the rain. In hopes that I will get sick and I can stay home tomorrow. I hate double math. So. Much.