i bought jelly beans at Tontine. jelly beans are better for you than Oreo bark.
also today i bought marshmallow flavored Lip Smackers, and a sour lemon lip gloss...yummmm. i love Lip Smackers, they own.
i almost bought this totally cute dress in Goodwill, it was short and black and had spaghetti straps and a black feather trim along the top but i made myself not buy it because i already have little black dresses and a black feather boa so i dont really need a dress like that...it was sooooo pretty tho.
anywho...yeah. i'm really loving the Creative Writing class. i have to think of my favorite word as part of my homework for Monday. i'm probly gonna go with "mirth." i'd rather use "smizmar" (if you watch Futurama you might be familiar with that word) cuz its just the best word ever, but i figure that word wouldn't be acceptable so, mirth!!!

lalala...i guess its time for Crappy Poetry Tuesday, so i'm gonna find a reeeeeeeeally crappy one!!! oh hooray!!! everyone is loved!!!!
today we have an example of the horrendous things that happen when i try to write a rhyming poem. its from September first, 2000.

Better Whore

Sometimes i think i understand
But i know that i never can
Why can't i look at your face?
Why do i feel like a disgrace? [bet you couldn't see THAT line coming!!]
I guess i'm not enough for you
I guess you wanted someone new
I guess you thought you needed more
I guess you wanted a better whore
I guess i just don't fill that space
That cold and lonely empty place
Just waiting for a brighter day
The day you'll finally get your way
That way, no place for heart and soul
The way to leave a gaping hole
I thought you filled the hole i had [hurrr...that thoundth theckshoowool]
But it's with pride i wear this badge [what am i, a Scout???]
You always wanted something more
You only need a better whore

guess what??? that poem is about NOTHING!!!! yippee!!! i just tried to write a poem that rhymed and thats what happened. i learned my lesson well and never tried that ever again.

um. so. today i went to school and found out that it was a black day, which meant i didn't actually have to be there. so tomorrow i go back. wish someone had told me today was a friggin black day...but i guess its my fault for not asking. at leaast i got to see some people and they were very happy to see me so that rocked. i will see more happy people tomorrow i do hope!! i like happy people. anywho now i'm just sitting around here waiting for my mom to get back from delivering papers so i can go to zack's and happy fun time yay. its kinda boring here...lalalala. i will be happy when i leave lalalala.

i hate it when people think is clever and original to call me anna banana. first of all, its not that fucking original, everyone named anna has been called anna banana at least a million times in their life. plus, theres no reason to call me that, i have no funny histories with bananas, there was no banana incident, nothing about bananas. when i think about it i've only eaten one banana this entire year, it was in April. i just don't really eat bananas. don't call me anna banana, its not creative. i did make chunky monkey cookies last night, but i havent eaten any. so HA!

blah blah blah i'm bored still. my mom is back so i guess i'm leaving soon. HOORJ!!

wow, i think this may be the first time i've ever NOT wanted to make cookies. i'm supposed to be making chunky monkey cookies with the old banana in the kitchen...but i don't really feel like it. i guess i will tho. its not like i've done anything productive today. well, besides avoiding the Superbowl. yay for retard ball!!! i watched a new version of the Hound of the Baskervilles on PBS, it was the best thing on. well, later there was snowboarding, but by then i was tired of tv. so yeah, i didn't Sherlock was a heroin junkie...but then again the only Sherlock Holmes story i ever tried to read bored me so badly by the second page i flat out quit. the movie was a lot easier to handle.

gahh, tomorrow i start creative writing...i really don't want to go back to school but maybe i'll bring some of those cookies with me and then i will somehow feel ok from that (i don't mean for me, i don't usually eat cookies, i meant for other people). but i'll deal. hopefully i won't be in a class full of people i hate...the odds are against me there as i really don't like the majority of Brunswick High students (given my hatred for girls in general, whiggers, meat-headed jocks, and freshman, i think that covers the majority of the school). but i heard creative writing is cool so i can always bury myself in my work...hell, it got me through elementary school.

well, off to make bananalicious cookies.