While in my art history class (Renaissance and Baroque), I decided that one of the artist’s names (or maybe it was the title of the piece, I can’t seem to recall at the moment) reminded me of a dish my Italian roomie makes.  It was at that moment, I had the idea to create a blog. I thought to myself, “Gee Missy, wouldn’t it be a cool way to study? Pick an artist or important piece that you’re learning about and make a dish, have its name be a play on words, and share your knowledge of it? People could make your food while they do study groups! Haven’t you wanted to attempt more Italian recipes lately?” I schemed and I brainstormed, and finally decided to expand to include my other classes as well. I mean, who wouldn’t want to learn about pieces of art, periods of history, cultural anthropology and literature while getting ideas for tasty meals? So I’m going to blog… If for no other reason, I think my mom would enjoy it.

I'm working out the details of my first few recipes and topics. I don't think I'll be using lj for it though. Maybe wordpress or something. Once I have a site I'll post a link. If you have any ideas about where I should go and why, do let me know. I'm new to this... "blogging" thing. Ha.

I've come to a realization today.
Musicals make me happy.
Being in musicals makes me happier.
Watching musicals makes me smile.
Singing along with said musicals makes my heart smile.

So far today, I've watched Moulin Rouge and The Little Mermaid. We'll be watching Sword in the Stone next (with my favorite Disney villainess Mad Madam Mim). Then maybe Hello Dolly. Or Easter Parade. We'll see where the day takes me.

Well, I'm back livejournal. I'm sure you missed me greatly. I will astound you with my wit and social observations! I will amaze with my overall awesomeness! I will not be a whining emo teenage girl!

I'm not entirely sure how I will utilize yet another site, but I'm sure it will help me ease my boredom. That's my hope anyway.

Be prepared for sassy ginger posting action. Coming to a computer near you.

MY INTERENT IS DOWN! My mom killed the comp again. Don't ask me how, but she did. She'll deny it, but she tooootally did. I'm getting my lap top (which will have wireless!!!!!!!!!!) soon, so I'll be online once I have that. I think that's all on that note.

IT'S MY 18TH BIRTHDAY ON JULY 3RD! which means... IT'S MY BIRTHDAY IN A WEEK! GAH! (I'm going to get my tattoo! Hooray! AND I'm going to Bennihana's! or however you spell it... whatever)

THAT'S ALL FOLKS!

Do do doooooo do doooo do do do doooooooooooo!

I've graduated! It feels like some wort of twisted three day weekend, not the end of high school. I'm actually going to miss a lot of people. People I wish I could have spent more time with when I had the chance, but in my own twisted sense of shyness I never did. I was so "over" high school that I think I missed out on some friendships... I hope I'm not too late for some of them... I mean crap, I've got like two months till everyone's gone, so I better make it count!
Thanks to all who came to my grad party. I wanted to invite more people, and I should have, cause the majority of the people I invited (some who even rsvp-ed) didn't show. We had too much food too. I'm having left overs for eternity, so gimmie a call, and lets have left over bbq! Or I'll come over and cook you dinner! It'll be a party! But on a small scale...
Anyway... I've had Paul Simon stuck in my head for a while now. I don't think he'll ever leave.
I'm tired. I'll update another day. Maybe. Probably. We'll see.
I wanted to put a smiley, but I desided it looked bad. Ha. I suck. Hehe.

Graduation is so close. Tomorrow is Quad Jam. Monday is the Senior Picnic. A week from tomorrow is Graduation/Grad Night... I'm excited. I'm scared. I'm ready.

I think I'll add more to this later, cause I don't feel like typing...

How do I delete an unwanted post? I made a boo-boo, and I want it to go away, but I can't figure out how. Damn I'm stupid...

GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

I finally saw it, and it was fucking awesome. I don't know why it took me so long to see, but sometimes it takes a long time to see flicks... whatever.

Work today was pretty good. I have desided I need to pay my tab for MCoffee within the next few days. Well, once I've cashed my check. I wonder how much I've racked up so far... I think I should put a $7 limit on my per day intake. Maybe that'll help my level of paranoia of spending too much go down. I don't spend that much though. Just a cup of tea, a bowl of soup or a sandwich and the occasional oat puck on saturdays and sundays, then tea most of the week, and the occasion apple juice... hmmm... I do spend a lot. Shit. Oh well. Maybe I'll pay my tab with the cash I get for graduating!

Sigh. I should write more. Brainstorm for scripts and such.

I'll be going then. Uh. Bye.

I never legitimatly update anything. I'm half angry at the comp right now. Mom is taking it in to be serviced, I will not have it again til like... monday or some shit. I work at Tokenz now. Uh. Yeah. I'm boring. I present my senior exit project on Friday. I'm kinda nervous. So far, I've been at like, 30 minutes, and it needs to be between 15 and 20. Yeah. Damn you Gene and your goodness! I'm scared I'm going to go over the time limit. Mine is going to be boring for everyone. Who the hell cares about psychosocial rehabilitation and stigma and how they affect recovery from mental illness? No one but me. Not even fucking Boysen. You know what? FUCK that guy. I need to read the stranger. I'm on like page... 70? Yeah, haven't even tried to bother with it. hehe. whatever. sigh. now to pass out/read harry potter in preperation for the 6th book (out july 10th I believe...). GOD I'm lame.

ZOMBIE NIGHT KICKED ASS!!!!!!!!!!!

Last night was fucking awesome. I didn't realize how much I missed hangin out in the bat cave, and talking with Tets and Jason and my bro was beyond cool. I didn't really realize how little I had seen them lately. Music, the fucking stories told, talk of dream states and pasta... I had the best day yesterday, because of last night. I totally like chilling with dudes more. I have been hanging out with a bunch of girls lately, and it's been bogging me down. Last night lifted me out of my slump. I swear to god, the way Tets will tell a story... anyone who knows him knows what I am talking about. It was so good to hear Bob and Tets play too. It makes me feel more creative, ideas pop into my head, it always makes me wish I have paper and a pencil or some shit. To see two people being so focused and talented makes me want to get to that level (but obviously not musically). I think the only bad thing about last night was Tets asking me to play. We all know I suck at drums. We don't need to suffer through my shittiness. I can tell a poly rythm and I can keep a solid tempo, but once I get behind a drum set I can't do 4/4. Eh, who cares though, really. That was the only thing that sucked, and that happens everytime. So it's not even that bad. But seriously. I had a GREAT fuckin time. Its nights like that that make me want to really live. Hooray for nights like that. I would like to thank My brother, Tets, Jason, Bri, Dustin, and Rosa for making the happiness possible. I want to have another good convo with Jason and Tets. Or at least participate more than the lucid dream one (though that was fucking tight). WTF. I'm going to bed.

My pictures will be ready for pick up on Monday. Hopefully my mom or Ned will pick em up so I dont have to pay. I don't know how to post pictures, so somebody is going to have to walk me through it. Yeah. That's it. I hope you all don't forget about mothers day. I'm feeding my mom all day, and I set a new table, and bought her flowers and a card. I hope she likes it. Sigh.

AHHH! Senior exit project SUCKS! Boysen should DIE! My essay is really good until the end, and my parenthetical references SUCK. Oh well. Whatcha gunna do? Well, I told Jess, and she's pissed, but she understands. I talked to my dad today. I'm not sure how I feel about it yet. I think I may have ruined Alex Miller's night by bringing him the camera. Oh well. He'll live. Hopefully.
I'm tired, so I'll chat about prom more later. Malin put up some pics. This it the URL:

http://photobucket.com/albums/v419/malintkan/prom/

Uhhhh That's it for now, cause I'm tired.

PEP event & placement tests for CSM in the morning, then Prom in the evening.

I need to tell Jess about my staying up here. I'm avoiding it cause I don't want her to be mad at me, but waiting is only going to make it worse. I believe in the wake of prom and placement tests I'll be less stressed and I'll talk to herat length about why I'm not going to socal. As much fun asit would be, as much of a blessing it would be to be living with my best friend, it isn't the possibility I thought it to be. When you have such a strict budget that you only have $70 in case something goes wrong (and it always does) a month, you'll be scraping for dimes. I don't want that. I want to save up my money and get a good base of knowing MYSELF, and expanding to find out what my strengths are, without worrying about bills. By living at home I wouldn't have to worry about that, and it's a good environment for me. I don't have any reason (other than my own desire for independance & being with Jess) to leave at all. I was thinking about it, and something she said to me earlier this year was, "What's two more years of us not going to school together? What could it do to our friendship? Our relationship is too solid to break with two more years". And it's true too. If we both stay at home, we can visit eachother still, and we can still have our Wednesdays for catching up... So why am I stressing? Cause I know I'm Jessi's way out of her house. Her key to independance. I feel reeeeally shitty for sort of leading her on in a way. Sigh. Well, I gotta close down the laptop and close up shop for school ending and all.

I'll post about how tomorrow goes. Promise.

I never update this enough. I feel kinda bad. But not. I never do work for my APGov class. I have a problem. But not a big enough one so that I actually do work. Haha. Fuck that. Muah. I'm on cuhRACK!

The musical is over. After striking the set, that chapter in my life (and a big one too) will be over. It was my favorite part about high school. I met a lot of my friends and made better bonds with people through the musical... It's hard to think about not really seeing any of the people I've been surrounding myself with for the past few months. I'm going to miss them soooo much. Less than 3 months til graduation. I'm pleasently terrified. I mean, shit, I'm going to be leaving so soon. At least it looks like my dad will be able to come out. Ugh. He needs to reply to my email, or give me a flippin call. I don't want the responsibility of keeping a relationship up with him. He can call me just as easily. he's the parent, not me, so he needs to take the damn anitiative. But whatever. We'll see how it all fizzles out. And relationships... heh. I wish. I'm thinking of calling a certain someone who I still have a lot of feelings for, to see if we can have tea or something. I miss him a lot, and I want to reconnect outside of a breif passing. We'll see how that works out too. I guess I don't have too much to say right now, and I don't want to be a blubbering idiot anymore.

ps, I need to build up the confidence to talk to Ramsey outside of the damn musical, and invite him to an evening of debauchery, so he can see how I party.

Tuesday, March 8th - Ocean Picture Adventure with Malin and Nick. Tre Cool.
Tuesday, March 15th - Malin's House Picture Adventure with Malin and Nick. The very metal vest kicks ass, and I got the Traci Lords Autobiograhy. Uber Awesome.
Thursday, March 17th - Cemetary/Harbor Adventure with Malin and Nick and later, K-Building Coolness with Nick. The former, very cool, though Nick needs to work on his fake camera noises. The snake was neat. The latter, quite amusing, with the exception of having to run around missing ques. Oh well. I didn't reeeeally care.

This log will be expanded upon as more adventures occur. Damn adventures kick ass...

He eats ass. I hate him. I hope he dies a miserable death. Bitch.