Sunday, January 25
So I've been reading other people's blogs lately, and they always say they always ramble. And I can't help but think of that Zeppelin song Ramble On.

Haha I don't know what the point of saying that was, but I just had to get it on paper. Or computer screen that is.

Yesterday was boring. Boring boring boring. Haha reminds me of Jan saying, "Marcia Marcia Marcia!". Damn Brady Bunch.



Tuesday, January 20
Didn't go to school today. Haha just cuz I didn't feel like it. I bet no one noticed besides Lauren and Eric. So I just slept til 11, ate, did homework, watched tv, went on computer, the usual.

Oh fuck tomorrow I gotta get sacrificed. Yeah the history project dammit. We presented half of it on Monday and since I didn't have a copy of my part and wasn't prepared and shit cuz I don't give a fuck in the first place I looked like a total stoner while presenting my part. Haha you shoulda seen the look on Mr. Finkel's face it was almost as nasty as one of my mom's. And I STILL gotta present my second part AND get fucking sacrificed for the skit. And here's a direct quote from the script:

"Christina come on, lays down on desk. Aztecs and narrator hold her down. Priest brings up dagger and 'cuts' Christina. Scream. Pulls out 'heart' and puts it in bowl."

Notice there are typos. That makes it even more disturbing. Jeez the guys in my group aren't even hot so of course I'm very negative now! I wonder who the hell typed the whole thing up anyway. Probably Larry. No offense Larry. But if it was Heather, then I'm pissed.



Sunday, January 18
I've never been this deprived of sleep and eating before this past week. Let's see.....Monday was alright (or at least I could remember), but after that I bet I would need a snort of coke every half hour to keep up. Tuesday I don't know why I was tired at school, but I was. Eric came home with me cuz he missed his bus. Stayed til like 5 something til his dad finally came. That was cool. Probably was the highlight of my week, having a friend over for once.

Then some bullshit unexpectedly happened only after an hour after he left and I still hadn't gotten any rest. Almost immediately after I stepped outta the fucking shower HEATHER HODDER CALLS ME. She was like, and I know she was blinking spasmodically, "CHRISTINA WHERE ARE YOU LIKE LIKE EVERYONE IS LIKE HERE ALREADY LIKE REALLY LIKE WHERE ARE YOU???". I thought I was gonna get a headache just from that mere 10 (felt like 2) seconds of jibbering she calls english. Yeah, I was supposed to meet with my group to do our goddamn history project at the library at six but I didn't wanna go. So I didn't. And she tracked me down and called me. Jeez.

Yes, I did go. Against my will. Ten minutes to eat and change. And I was still starving. If I really could, I would've just not done the fucking project even if it was worth three test grades. But the rest of my group would be pissed.

And due to the fact I did not start my essays and shit for my portion of the project I stayed up to at least twelve every night the rest of the week trying to squeeze out some ounce of knowledge about the Aztecs onto a Microsoft Word document. Just thanks to THAT AND MR. FINKEL FOR GIVING US THIS PROJECT, I have had not enough sleep, food, or time to think or do anything. And this I say: FUCK YOU.

I haven't even started.



Friday, January 9
SAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO JIMMY PAGE YOU MOTHER FUCKERS

Christina N. @ 6:23 PM

Friday, January 2

I should be ashamed of myself I'm taking away the Jim Morrison background, which has only been here for about two or three days. SHAME ON ME. But don't worry folks, there are plenty more to come in the near future.

For now, it's The God of Guitar and yes, I hate to have new obsessions, JIMMY PAGE.

I'm reading this book about Zeppelin my mom paid for me, like....last May or April (when I was still in 8th grade) for that history report on who I thought was the most important person in American history. Oops my mistake. But I kept it anyway. I may have thought about returning it. And I'm glad I didn't. I didn't start reading it til the beginning of high school actually. Or at least I remember. That time I didn't know much about Zeppelin, another thing I should be ashamed of, but then it made the book even more great to read than it is. Ok anyway the beginning was slow and the fact that I didn't know much made it even slower. But since I got more and more time to read, including this long goddamn winter break I just CAN'T PUT IT DOWN. It's like that weird movie Idle Hands when that guy couldn't stop killing people cuz of his hand. Haha well my hands can't put down that book. I'm so pissed I'm past the picture sections and there's only about 100 or even less pages left out of the over 300 pages. I DON'T WANT IT TO END. Oh shit I'm sounding like one of those asian dorks who can't stop reading fucking Japanese manga. I should go beat myself later.

IT IS ONE HELL OF A KICK ASS BOOK. Stairway to Heaven: Led Zeppelin Uncensored. By their former tour manager Richard Cole. READ IT YOU MOTHER FUCKERS.

Christina N. @ 8:54 PM