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Sunday, February 19, 2006
And because it's only right (and really, can blogging ever be wrong?) I'm updating again. Not in a habitual kind of way, though. I'm puffing and passing. Pass, pass, pass.
I just figured that when shit (or daisy, ya know, for the good stuff) happens I should write about it. That way, for all of you solely connected to me through this little e-way, you can still feel like you're apart of me, even though you're apart from me. Wasn't I deep just then? Gah, it strikes at the best moments...
I went to see Social Circle's Gospell last night, and boy, it wasn't too shabby. Surprising, but not unwelcomed. The reason I trekked down there is because, yes, John and I are back together. I mean, considering we never really broke up. Okay, excluding the month and a half he dated Jessie. But really... even then. Let's just say we never had to be asked to kiss and make-up. Or make-out. heh? Hehe?
Okay yes, I'm a skank whore, but it was so. darn. fun. So diggity dang fun. Ignoring the fact that I wasn't informed of that whole 'other woman' thing until it was far, far too late, I was still the other woman. And really, I pretty much expected that I was. But when a guy calls you every night, tells you he loves you, and then proceeds to have mindless (but wonderful!) 2 hour conversations with you, you're not really looking out for another woman to crawl up and bitch at you for kissing her boy (when really, who was on who? My point exactly) Given, he (we) did much more than just that alcohol infused peck, but she doesn't know that. Or need to know that.
Tehe?
Yeah, so escaping the whore-dom that is moi for just a few seconds, in short we're back together. it happen two days before V-day and then his sentimental ass surprised me with roses, a blow up dog (quiiiite large) and candy. Oh, and a very nice card. So yeah. We're pretty much the -couple -that -always -had- been -but- not- really -officially -been- yet. And though Kim told me to not fall back in (very sorry love!) I totally did. Of course, I never really got out and brushed myself off, so it didn't take much of a push to take the plunge. I held out for like, a month though. Give me some props for that. I totally waited until I saw him in person. Totally.
And I still suck and am whore-ish, I know. But you know who has a boyfriend? me. and who's boyfriend is wonderful, caring, sweet, and funny? Yeah, mine. And who gets to go out to Habatchi with him cause I totally fucking rock at the grades thing? That's me...again.
Rock me solid, baby. Rock me solid.
That made no sense.
Love,
G 
Posted at 2/19/2006 11:17:08 am by gooteebootee
Saturday, November 19, 2005
For the Banana in the back
Oh, updation. it feels so good, yet dirty at the same time. Maybe the dirty comes from not taking a shower in 2 days. Eww and Aww all you want, but it's too cold to be risking that mad dash from the bathroom to my room in this weather. Not to mention, my floor is wood. It ain't comfy to dash on.
I'm a lazy bum, I'll admit. For lack of readers and attention spans, this blog has gone without a lonely little entry (especially not a valid one) for almost half a month. Well, over half a month, I guess. An atrociously long time, let's leave it at that.
I'm writing so late in the afternoon because I was babysitting before this, with no computer access. I first did a spend the night babysitting gig, then one at a church, and raked in 40 bucks a gig. I'm not one to throw my money into huge piles, count it, throw it, then count it again, but let me tell you, times are a changin'-- and so is my wallet. On the plus side of money, I've also got an 11 year old from the church in love with me. It was cute. Really freakin' creepy, but cute.
Speaking of times a changing, ignore all the things I said about the perfect relationship between John and I. After a truely heartfelt conversation over AIM, we've called it kaput. It had to happen sometime, I guess. A cheerleaders got to keep up apperances, or at least I think that's his reason...
Lucky for me everysong by Cake puts his image in my head, even "I will survive". Irony's a cruel mistress.
I can hear that little puppy we all call Ivy whining her little vocal cords out. Poor thing. She's confined to a crate for the next two weeks, hopefully healing her magically. Well, that and traquilizers. She's fucked something near her knee, and we're praying to whatever God we can find that it's not something requiring surgery. Why'd we have to get a bouncy dog? Whyyyyy?
That aside, I saw Rent last Thursday. I'm proud to say I cried like a wee baby. It was good. So damn good. So damn good that I've been humming all the songs I can figure out the words to for the past, I dunno, two days? Incredible! I didn't think there'd be such a long line to get in, but I guess we've got some real Rent-heads in the metro area, and the turnout was fan-friggin'-tastic.
I've grown tiresome. Goodby, loves.
G
Posted at 11/19/2005 4:27:21 pm by gooteebootee
Sunday, October 30, 2005
Sorry about the lack of news-- mostly I was too busy to hop on the computer for long, so here I am, writing a short little ditty about the nothingness occuring in the life o' G.
Kaja flew down for 4 days, awesome times, sponge fights, and Chickfila kept us sane. It was a damn good time. I wish I hadn't lost my lipgloss, though. No worries, I'll buy more soon. Don't cry for me , Argentina. Don't cry...
Okay, well, I'm off. I guess.
I've really run out of things to do! and say!
G
Posted at 10/30/2005 12:30:32 pm by gooteebootee
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
My head burns with hairdye. Jasmine and I braved the shelves of Target this afternoon after a tetious yearbook meeting, in which Vinnie proclaimed over and over that we need to go to "Walsworthy Yearbook. com". Turns out, it's not Walworthy...just Walsworth. Dumbass.
Today wasn't especially exciting. I got a rushed phone call from John asking me to sign him up on Sunday for the zoo, and then I was confused, because I haven't a clue what he wants to do. I don't know if what he wants to do is even on that day. So, that aside, anyone want to go to the zoo on Sunday? I mean, we'll need to visit John for, like, 10 minutes, but aside from that I can give you an almost all-access pass to the zoo. We can't go behind the scence, really, but I know an absurd amount of information about the zoo. Only prob. is the entrance fee of 17$. I get in for free, but you guys don't. If that's not holding you back, though, I say let's do it. Then again, I may feel the need to work on Sunday so I can see John. Maybe I'll do hoofstock helper, with the tiny detail of that it's all day, and that I probably wouldn't see John.
I may get to see Karen lee, though, and that's good. She's a fun gal. Sure, Christ-y, but fun!
Well, I'm in dire need of AP-ness.
Haha. Okay, no really, I've got to do my AP. Hahaha....
See yuhs.
G
Posted at 10/19/2005 8:13:21 pm by gooteebootee
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
As long as I live I shall never again touch a taco supreme. Especially not 3 of them.
I would say the same for grilled cheese...but I know it's an empty promise.
I stayed after school today to help with SPA. Since, ya know, I'm on it. So we painted and all that in the theater and by the X building. Loads of fun, especially with Bonca (Bianca) and Klutz-lin (Caitlin). We gained new nicknames as the painting progressed.
Today I also took the PSAT and got my AP test back. Neither went to shabby-ly (sp?). Yesterday, though, was by far a harder day.
I was on my feet for 3 straight hours following around a camera person for the black family channel. We were filming a show for the people displaced by Hurricane Katrina, and they needed camera assists. So David and I held the cord for camera people and got them water. My feet hurt well into today. And...I found out that some people for New Orleans are really pretty mean. Not to mention that I can't understand what the fuck their saying most of the time. "chere" instead of "Here" ? Did you know they don't understand why we say "fo' sho'" or "shodday'"? I know! Insanity!
Not that I do understand, but still.
They were coming down hard on Atlanta, too. Saying that they don't want our help, and that we need to stop being so damn nice to them. I mean, really?! We're too nice?! Well, if you're going to be assholes about us offering up a new life than you can grab your snorkles and your suitcases and head back home.
but that's pretty mean to say. So I'll just think it. I didn't say it aloud while typing, which has got to count for something, right?
Oh goodness. SPA dance is this Saturday, and I've got lots of staying after school to do. Times like these call for a liscence and a car. And gas for the car. None of which I have. I still need to call the DMV and see if they can possibly just mail me my goddamned liscence. Please, please, please!
Ok, it's time for Tegan and Sarah. And a shower. And...I dunno, something else. Math homework...I need to do that sometime.
Why is it that in the last...3 days(?) I've gotten about 5 babysitting offers?! Crazy people. They come in waves. I have droughts of a couple of weeks where I don't see anyone below the age of 9. Then all of a sudden I'm laying on the couch, a three year old on my stomach, spilling out my life story. Specifically that one alarming incident with Play-do.
*sigh*
Goodnight, all
G
Posted at 10/12/2005 8:13:37 pm by gooteebootee
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