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Wednesday, August 29, 2001 @ 10:54 AM
Megan Dougherty and I are starting a Writer's Guild. She and I are the Co-Presidents, and Samantha Slama is our Secretary. Allison Borst is the Treasurer. Michelle Ball might be the Vice President, if we don't already have one...
If you would like to become involved with The Panda Shoes Writing Guild, please e-mail me or post using the "Discuss" link above.
Monday, August 27, 2001 @ 3:51 PM
Oh. And I think that that hot guy in my Contemp Lit either transferred out, developed mono, turned into a guy named Seth, or was a figment of my imagination.
I hate Haikus. But here is one for you:
Today is Eric's birthday. I have not shopped for him yet. I suck.
Saturday, August 25, 2001 @ 9:22 PM
Yeah, I know. You hate reading 'blog posts that are really only AIM chats, don't you? Well, sorry, I can only re-iterate the same thing so many times and to so many people. Jesus Christ, people.
kellie rai: How're you? The White Stick: Pretty good. kellie rai: Does Brett Presson work at Prime Time Pizza? The White Stick: Yeah. Brett works there. kellie rai: AHA! kellie rai: Thank you. The White Stick: Why? kellie rai: I saw him there today and spent ten minutes trying to decide whether or not to say, "Are you Brett Presson? I love your 'blog!" kellie rai: ...and ultimately, did not. The White Stick: ... The White Stick: You suck. The White Stick: I mean if you going to say something, then say it. The White Stick: If it's not him... then it's not him. kellie rai: Yeah, and ordinarily I probably would've done it, but I had a rough day chasing psychotic toddlers around with their clothes and socks and shoes, trying to get them dressed before Melissa got home so she could take them to a Cubs game or something. kellie rai: And McKayla gave Andrew a black eye, and I'm probably fired. kellie rai: But you're right, it doesn't matter, I still suck. The White Stick: ... The White Stick: Meaning you aren't going to baby sit too much anymore? kellie rai: Probably not... kellie rai: She called my house before I got home, and told my mom I didn't have to come to work tomorrow, that she'd call in a couple weeks. kellie rai: She probably won't call. I'm probably fired. kellie rai: She probably thinks I hit the kid. The White Stick: That sucks. kellie rai: Yes it does. The White Stick: I don't think you hit the kid. kellie rai: That's good, since I didn't. kellie rai: But regardless of my innocence, the possibility now exists that I will no longer be receiving that $70 bi-weekly paycheck...
Wednesday, August 22, 2001 @ 9:06 PM
Well, I had school. I'm hallucinating and alternating between half-dead and giggly as sin.
My mom bought a $700 clunker of a car for my brother and I to drive around. It is so ugly, and I tried to start it but couldn't. It's an 1985 Honda Civic. Will is so frickin' thrilled, I might as well plan on never driving it.
Not that I really care. Every time I drive, I hear this funny noise that sounds like feedback that only I can hear, and feel like the car is rattling - vibrating if you will... for no apparent reasons. Sometimes I even see flashes across the road... I told you I was hallucinating...
I shudder to think of what's going to happen to me once I start getting real homework and the fall play starts.
I think it might officially be Shrink Time once again. I haven't gone since... sophomore year?... but I feel like the time is at hand.
Tuesday, August 21, 2001 @ 4:52 AM
Huh. In about three hours and ten minutes, I have SCHOOL.
That's right, the first day of SCHOOL. The first day of my senior year. And I have insomnia. Perhaps that's to somewhat be expected. My reaction to fucking everything is to get insomnia...
I now have SCHOOL in three hours and four minutes. SCHOOL!
And my Stress Percentage is only 28%. Go figure.
Sunday, August 19, 2001 @ 5:28 AM
5:13 am. What a day/night.
Julie Fisher is asleep on my carpet. She came over, we went out and rented Head Over Heels and O Brother, Where Art Thou?. Then Dan showed up, around midnight, just as we were putting in The Usual Suspects. He ended up taking us to Wal-Mart, where I got an urge to buy marshmallows, 73-cent markers, and chocolate chip cookies. (You only live once, right?) As we were leaving the parking lot, Dan's clock in his car said 3:00, and then his mom called his cell phone. He ended up telling her that he fell asleep watching a movie at my house, but she was still mad. Dan's reaction was kind of like, "What can she do to me anyway?" but he took Julie and I back to my house, and we talked for about an hour and a half, then she fell asleep. I got online... Talked to Neil (Peoria Neil) for a while, and worked on typing up this short story I wrote in three days... which is actually more like the beginning of a serial... it's called Second Home, and it's about... well, in a word, runaways... which probably says something about my current state of mind...
I have finally reached an age where I wish to grow no older. I wish to have no more responsibility than I have right now. Maybe more freedom, but not the responsibility that comes with it. It's not that I dread leaving home, exactly, because I'm not all that close to my family, and in a lot of ways, I'm independent and take care of myself, as far as cooking, laundry, etc... It's more of a vague distrust of the world. I've had a lot of the same friends since grade school, and I'm at a place in my life where I basically know who I can and can't trust, who I can depend on when and for what. I'm not afraid of leaving my family, but I am afraid of leaving my friends. Sure, I'll make new friends, and I'll always have my family as a safety net if things go really wrong, but right now, in my life, if I succeed at something or fail, it's trivial. Soon, my actions may actually have real and tangible consequences. This is just so foreign, all my life I've always felt too young, I've always wanted more freedom, more responsibility, more choices... For the first time in my life... I don't want to grow up.
Thursday, August 16, 2001 @ 2:22 PM
Well, I got the proofs back for my pics. Most of them are completely awful. I finally picked two that are not excruciating to look at, and I'm going to have about 36 made to give out to people. But I'm not going to give them out to people in my class until we all graduate. Only people who have already graduated will get them before then.
You've probably already heard that Uber Theatre fell through, if you cared in the first place. Makes me sad, but hopefully we'll have our act together a little better next year. (Note: If Josh moves to Chicago next summer, change that "we" to "I.") School starts Tuesday, and I'm basically dreading it, even though I know school has it's upside. Like being forced into being the house manager for You're a Good Man Charlie Brown and being re-united with old friends like Stress, Procrastination, and Apathy. On the plus side, I get to take the SATs, apply for colleges, and I'll finally have Senioritis that will be justifiable, as I will actually be a senior.
Yip-f'n-ee.
Monday, August 13, 2001 @ 1:03 PM
Well, that settles it... I'm kind of a freak.
Need to be unique: 76% Need to NOT conform: 84% Willingness to express dissent: 59% Overall: 76%
Are you a freak?
Got a long message today from Doug, who's coming back tomorrow. Today I got my hair cut and blown dry and in about an hour and a half, I have senior pictures. Scary, scary... I am faced with the inevitability of having to sum up all I've ever felt and experienced with people on the back of wallet-size photos of myself. Color me conflicted.
Friday, August 10, 2001 @ 11:48 AM
Got this message from Rob today:
Schizotypal
Many believe that schizotypal personality disorder represents mild
schizophrenia. The disorder is characterized by odd forms of thinking and
perceiving, and individuals with this disorder often seek isolation from
others. They sometimes believe to have extra sensory ability or that
unrelated events relate to them in some important way. They generally engage
in eccentric behavior and have difficulty concentrating for long periods of
time. Their speech is often over elaborate and difficult to follow.
Interesting, isn't it? Well, I got this description after a survey told me
that I have a high chance of being schizotypal. Freaky, ne? *Cackle*I presume Rob took the Personality Disorder Test too - and got results similar to Nate's.
Thursday, August 09, 2001 @ 6:13 PM
American Beauty tonight at my house. 9:00. Call for new address.
According to Humans for Sale, I am worth exactly: $2,035,210.00.
Hm. Would you pay that much for me???
Kellie's Results - The Personality Disorder Test
Disorder - Rating (likelihood of Kellie having or developing said disorder)
Paranoid: High Schizoid: Low Schizotypal: Moderate Antisocial: Low Borderline: Moderate Histrionic: High Narcissistic: Moderate Avoidant: High Dependent: High Obsessive-Compulsive: Low
So I am likely to be Paranoid, Histrionic, Avoidant, and Dependent... Nate is so lucky, he gets to be a Schizo...
Tuesday, August 07, 2001 @ 7:30 PM
Well, the show's over... I'm resting - relieved, saddened... and perhaps, slightly lovesick.
I've been playing the Sims expansion pack that my cast bought me. The first thing I did was create a "Socialite" family, decorating the house with all the neon and day-glow things that come with the House Party CD. The family is Eva, Maria - who's Eva's daughter (read: child), and German-friends Adam, Sabina, and Donna. And just for fun, Sabina has wings...
Registration today was boring but quicker than expected, and I really like the picture on my Senior (obligatory excited shriek) ID. I wish someone would tell me what to feel... I'm not sure if I'm excited about starting school again (I mean, I do have the ultimate in schedules) or dreading it - and school does deserve to be dreaded. Oh, the bureacracy...! Have mercy on me, and release me from the adolescent storage house/prison, den of short tempered teens and dimwitted "adults." Oh, well, I still have about two weeks - enough time to direct Patter for the Floating Lady for UberTheatre (see Josh for more details) and finish that magazine rack I'm building from old box tops...
All right, I'm off to spread my creativity. Drop me a word or two, and we'll crush a cup of coffee before my seventeenth summer becomes my seventeeth autumn.
Thursday, August 02, 2001 @ 12:47 PM
The expenses for the show have now risen above $125. But we now have lights, costumes, and set pieces... Though I'm really not happy with those frickin' columns... Thus, there is no thank-you to Thetard in the program... If she had let us repaint them, a nice white, I would have thanked University High School Thespians... But now? Forget it.
The show is looking better each night, and even if things only go as well as they have been going, the audience is still going to have a great experience, and the cast will have something they can really be proud of. And isn't that the point, really?
Don't forget to come support Stick & Co. Productions' No Exit, at 8pm, this Friday, Saturday, and Sunday at the Unitarian Church. (The chuch is located at 1613 Emerson, by the Towanda/Emerson/Fairway intersection. Contains mature themes - like Rob and Eva necking.)
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