Gotz a new journal. I've had this one for nearly two years now, so I'm thinking it's about time for a change...plus the stupid triple e's always confused people. Gosh, it was just an idea for a journal name, it didn't mean anything. I'm keeping my current friends list, so go comment and add me back over at alongthoselines.

So I'm thinking about college.

I've been doing some research and narrowed it down to five (for now, anyway. There's plenty of time to change my mind):

1. University of Florida
2. University of Miami
3. New York University
4. Berkeley University (California)
5. University of Michigan

I'd apply to Harvard or Yale, but we all know that neither one is ready for my overwhelming genius :] But yeah. At the moment, I'm thinking I want to major in Medicine and specialize in Psychiatry (oh noes! That means two to three more semesters of chemistry -sobs-) and maybe snag a minor in English so I can write a book on my many discoveries when I'm old. Or then there's plan B: Double major in Law and English and minor in Speech. And then there's the non realistic, dream plan: become a critic who watches movies/plays and writes about them.

But I sent in my application for Dunkin Donuts today. Yeah, I applied to Dunkin Donuts. Desperate, I know. But I'm in some serious need of my own money. The pocket change my parents call "allowance" just isn't cutting it. I hate going to the mall and finding the PERFECT outfit but can't afford all of said outfit because of my lack of funding.

Can you say, "free coolattas"?

For my graduation present, I want a one-way plane ticket to a place far, far away...or at least anywhere else but here. I'm getting tired of Florida - seventeen years in the same area can do that to you.

But in other news: we got our cable back (no thanks to the bastards at Comcast, grr) as I was getting ready for school this morning. I was eating breakfast, mentally willing the t.v. to work and all of a sudden, it just turns on as if it hadn't been retarded for three days. I know I'm good, but damn. Even I amaze myself at times.

I don't think I've ever watched an infomercial with so much interest before.

But today was probably the worst school day I've had so far this school year. I'd forgotten to finish a chemistry lab report (which resulted in a zero for me and my two lab partners - luckily, we can make it up), lost my math book, forgot my lunch money at home, and was framed in French class for playing a radio(?). I don't even know what happened. I'm sitting there, half-asleep and all of a sudden, "NATHALIIIIIIIE! GIVE ME YOUR RADIO!" Duh, who carries a radio with them to class? Of course he didn't believe me :[ I really need to learn how to make better first impressions. And to top it all off, some crappy Acura came zooming through the parking lot and freaking splashed a puddle ALL. OVER. ME. Jerk. I'd to key the loser's car, but it's so crappy even keying it won't do anymore damage to the thing.

-dies laughing-

Ok, so our cable's on the fritz or something and doesn't feel like working, the bastard. My mom left the Comcast number on the counter before she left for work, and I finally remembered to call it. So I dial 1-800-4-COMCAST and then I hear this lady talking. About a minute or two into the conversation, I'd realized I dialed incorrectly and accidentally called some phone sex hotline.

Wow. That was just too funny/oh-so wrong for words.

My name is Nathalie and I am much too easily amused.

That was freakish. All of a sudden I hear, "If you are under eighteen..." and I was wondering, why do I have to be over eighteen to call the cable company?

-shakes head- This is why I dislike numbers.

edit new layout, by the way.

I hate it when you get something for your birthday from a relative and you don't like it/are allergic to it but you have to call them up and say, "Thank you for the gift that I'll never use, but really, it's the thought that counts. Have a nice day :D"

I got a pair of earrings from my aunt (Alex's mom) and I'm allergic to fake jewelry. She actually just stopped by a few minutes ago and I'm all, "Oh yes, thanks for the earrings that are going to make my ears fall off in bloody heaps of flesh! I love them, I don't have a pair of silver earrings, this is exactly what I wanted except for the BMW I've always wanted ever since I was in the womb."

I'm much too nice for my own good. Of course I had to go and find the jewelry and put it on to not make her feel bad. Argh. I need to grow a backbone, especially when it comes to family.

And this hurricane business is awesome. We didn't lose power throughout the whole thing, and all our trees are a-okay. The only downside was that ABC cancelled my soaps to show stupid footage about the stupid hurricane. Grr. If this isn't a reason to get SoapNET, I don't know what is.

omfg, #@$&!#

My layout just died. Crapness. -R.I.P layout-

edit I fixed it. Yay!

Anyway, today I love the Broward County School Board for giving us two days off from school. Hurricane days are the best, especially when all we're getting is a measly category one storm at the most. Swee-to the-eet. This is just too awesome.

Did I happen to mention how much I hate high school? Cus I do. Best days of my life my ASS. I don't know what's worse: the crapload of work or the stupid drama going around.

Yeah, an unexpected four day weekend is sounding hella good right now.

You know that feeling you get when you think someone's watching you? I've had it all day. People probably thought I was on something, I was so jumpy today. I dunno, I just can't seem to shake the feeling.

Onto today's topic: Hell hath no fury like the metric system.

Seriously, if America just switched over to the damn metric system like the rest of the world, I wouldn't be having all this trouble converting in Chemistry. We just always have to be different, don't we? If we're not supporting a ridiculous war, we're being stupid by not using the metric system and making chemistry just that much harder for the mathematically challenged folk like me. If the formulas don't kill me, the stupid converting crap will finish the job. GRRRCHEMISTRYSUCKSLIKEWHOA.

And I miss the days when I could read the history chapter in one sitting and (at the very least) pass the test the next day. Apparently U.S. AP is going to be work. I got a 24 out of 55 possible points on our first test. But I have a valid excuse. I didn't even have a book to study from and the bookstore didn't get them in until today, so I mostly relied on my craptastic notes. Optimistically speaking, I actually did a lot better than I thought I would.

I joined three clubs today and homecoming committee. This year I've decided to play active/involved!Nathalie. Plus if I'm in a club, that means I don't have to sit outside in the humidly disgusting heat and melt, so it's win-win. I get a/c, and they get my service.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME

Damn. Now I have to change my userinfo. If you couldn't tell, I'm the laziest lump of flesh you may ever meet. Yeah. Did birthday stuff both today and yesterday. Too tired to talk about it now. May update about it tomorrow. May also start writing in complete sentences tomorrow. Dunno. Depends on mood.

And if anyone knows any tips on getting a teacher to un-hate you, please share. I was hoping that my last year of taking French wouldn't be spent banished to the back of the classroom. Having had only female teachers nearly my whole life, I've come to a conclusion. I think male teachers PMS more often than female teachers. The only guy teacher I have that doesn't hate me is Mr. Balkcom...and he's gay, so he doesn't count.

Note to self: learn to make better first impressions.

Today I had a substitute teacher for homeroom. But he wasn't just any kind of substitute teacher. He was hot. So hot, I'm going to say "hawt." And funny. And nice. And adorable. He gave me free passes when I was "running late" (which was more like "too lazy" to get to class on time). He's twenty-four and majoring in psychology/pre-med at U.F. He's allergic to cats but recently his grandma died, so he took in her cat...I dunno, I just thought that was so adorable. If only I had a cute substitute every Friday, the world would just be a little brighter.

My birthday is on Sunday, but I've found that I couldn't care less. I miss being younger and being all excited for my birthday.

I've also found that my school has a knack for picking evil French teachers. I didn't even DO anything, but does that matter? Nooo. Now I sit in the back of the room isolated from the rest of the class. Seriously though.

And I'm seriously needing a car because everyone else drives home right after school and I hate being stranded with my sophomore (former freshman) stalker who thinks he's teh shit but he's really just...well, shit.

School sucks some majorly serious balls and is going to be the death of me.

Chemistry Good Lord, in the 25 minute period we had, the woman started lecturing about the chapter. I have I think about six pages of notes. This so doesn't bode well for the rest of the year.

Bible Oh, and Mr. Huck and Bible. I have a paper due in two days for him. How effed up is that. I mean, what am I supposed to write? I'm not a damned theologian, and "God loves us!" can only take up so much space. I actually miss fourth and fifth grade when religion class wasn't such a chore (religion with Ferrug in eighth grade was just a joke...seriously).

Lit AP I actually think I'm going to like this class...mostly cus the chairs are oh-so comfortable, I didn't want to leave. There are these couch kinda like chairs with little tables everywhere, it feels like a Barnes&Nobles, I love it. I don't care much for the writing essays, but hey, if I can write essays while sitting in these chairs, then that's fine with me.

French We got another Haitian French teacher though, who (not to be rude or anything) sounds like he just got off the boat. It's funny, because hardly anyone else but me can understand his accent. I've had bad experiences with Haitian teachers (well ok, one psychotic Haitian teacher doesn't count for much) so...yeah. I sound like I'm racist against them, but I'm not.

U.S. AP I know nobody in that class (omg, it's a bunch of nerds, I have no idea what I was thinking taking that), so I guess it's time to play the make new friends game.

Lunch I have all D lunch (which is at 1:05 so by then I'm dying of hunger).

Homeroom my homeroom is on the opposite side of the galaxy, so getting to class on time is going to be interesting.

Everything else is a-okay I guess. Now it's time to watch All My Children and eat lunch. I have Chemistry homework already :[ ...is it summer yet?

Je suis screwed, parce que je ne peux pas dormir.

For the French impaired, "I'm screwed because I can't sleep." If there's a French word for "screwed", please enlighten me.

In two days I have to start waking up at 5:30 instead of falling asleep by 5:30. Hm. I almost feel sorry for my first period teacher. She has no chance of keeping my attention--let alone keeping me awake--at all. Ah well. The only good thing about my schedule this year is that I can catch up on some much needed sleep during the day.

Should be an interesting first week of school, if I don't say so myself. I'm dreading last period oh so much. I have this really annoying girl in my class, I forgot her name but she was in my history class freshman year. She's 18 going on 19 and only a high school junior. Yet she has the maturity of a three year old. Yeah. You do the math.

I just had a Hershey's Milkshake, which means my sugar levels are off the charts and I am much too hyper to be tired anyway. What I would do for some sleeping pills right now...

Today I went to the dentist. Normally I don't mind the dentist, but today it was annoying. The lady who cleaned my teeth kept talking to me as if I was a damn five year old (even though she's the one who looks like a five year-old). I mean really. I know what a cavity is, you don't have to define it for me. And when I sat in the chair, she was all, "We're going for a ride! WHEEEEEE!" and the chair rose (I swear, if she said, "WHOOO, magic!" I would've shot her. I'm sixteen, not six, kthxdie). Half the time she was talking to one of her fellow employees about how she wanted twin baby girls and not cleaning my teeth (all the people in that dentist office constantly talk about are babies. Babies are cute and all but really. There's only so much you can say). At some point, she accidentally grabbed a drill instead of the electric toothbrush thing. I've never had a cavity drilled before, so I was all freaking out. I swear if she tried to put the drill into my mouth, I'd be up and gone.

My dentist is short. My little brother is even taller than her. As she was talking to me about flossing more often, I felt bad and subconsciouly hunched over so she didn't have to break her neck to meet my gaze. Even with her 5 inch heels she only came up to my chin. She probably has to sit on phonebooks while driving. I was thoroughly amused the whole time, it took all the self-control I had to not laugh. Not that I have anything against short people. It's just weird having to look down at the adult as opposed to looking up at them.

And school is in three days. This is major suckage.

But good news. I found my bed, yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay. lol, long story.

The one time I actually want to go to sleep before five AM, my bed is missing.

Yeah. My bed. The large squarish contraption upon which I slumber. Gone. Missing. Nowhere to be found. Unable to be tracked down. Vanished.

This is so annoying. Seriously though, who steals a bed? Obviously not anyone else in my family, seeing as they're all sleeping in their respective beds at the moment. Good Lord, this is so stupid. What's weird is that you think I would have noticed someone moving my bed out of my room, but I didn't. I know I have the attention span of a spoon, but really.

-pouts-

Okay, first things first.

Tomorrow morning I leave for Orlando to spend a week of good old fashioned family time. I'll be back next Sunday (7/31) with plenty of pictures and stories, so don't miss me TOO much.

GAH.

I was hoping that my school would be a retard (as usual) and send out my schedule like the day before school like they always do. This year they decided to send it out early and I'm not at all pleased with the results.

01 Chemistry I Honors              MRS. L. SHEARER
02 Western Civ/Globa Studies  MR. H. HUCK
03 Literature & Comp AP          MR. C. BALKCOM
04 French III Honors                 MR. I. PIERRE
05 U.S. History AP                     MRS. E. MORAN
06 Algebra II                             COL. D. FRISCO

Complaint #1: Dude. Algebra II last period? What are they THINKING giving me math last period?! Everyone knows that last period is the worst period because by the end of the day your brain is all dead. And Lord knows that I can't afford to fail math...again. Algebra I in freshman year was bad enough during third period, I can't imagine Algebra II during last period...-shudders- And of course I get the worst math teacher ever, Colonel Frisco. Yeah, Colonel. He was in the army up until a few years ago and decided to purse his true life long goal: torture students with Algebra II. If you forget to do homework for his class you get detention, which consists of running SIX MILES with him at some ungodly hour in the morning.

...I can't even wake UP that early in the morning, let alone run SIX MILES. I think I'm going to cry. Looks like I'm either gonna have start doing my math homework or get used to running six miles in the morning. Both options are kinda on the suckish side.

Well, at least I have a new French teacher, Mr. I. Pierre. Looks like I'm going to actually have to do work in French class now. That's not so great either. He might turn out to be a cool teacher though...hopefully. But at least I got Mr. Huck for Western Civ, he's awesome. And also my homeroom teacher, which is even awesomer. Free passes, anyone?

Then there's Mr. Balkcom. AKA Uniform Nazi. The guy is obsessive about tucked in shirts and belts and shoes it's frightening. I got at least seven detentions from him in freshman year for uniform infractions. Let's face it, I'm just not meant to wear uniforms. Everytime I do, I get in trouble for something. Either my belt is the wrong shade of brown or I have too many stripes on my shoes or SOMETHING. Gah. Mr. Balkcom's also gay, but we're not supposed to talk about it since we're a Catholic school and all. Most gay guys are cool (or at the very least well dressed), but of course Mr. Balkcom is the exception to this rule.

And Mrs. Shearer. She's nice, I suppose. She threatened to give me a million detentions last year because I never wore my ID tag to lunch (because I lost it like half way through the year) but she always conveniently "forgot." So I'm thinking I'm already on her good side...or at least good enough for her to not spit fire at me the second I walk into her classroom. And what would a school year at STA be if I didn't get a teacher who loathes me? Of course Mrs. Moran hates me. I had her the summer before freshman year for a summer course I took. She hated me because her class was uber boring so I was always playing tic tac toe with Vicky. But at least this year I only have one teacher that hates me right from the start.

So far, anyway. The year hasn't started yet, so who knows? I have plenty of time for teachers to hate me.

R.I.P Kirby 1993-2005

Kirby was a good vaccuum cleaner. Sure, he sucked a lot, but he always cleaned up after me. *is hit by tomatoes for the bad pun* Sorry, sorry.

But yeah. The vaccuum cleaner we have (or had, I guess) was ANCIENT. I remember when we first got it. I thought my parents had bought a monster toe eater or something. I didn't go near it until like a year after. Anyway. This afternoon I decided to vaccuum my room because...well, I was bored. I plugged it in and it wouldn't work. Next thing I know, the outlet where the vaccuum cleaner was plugged in just like...exploded in an orangey inferno. I swear I saw my life flash before my eyes. How crappy would that be to die in a vaccuum cleaner explosion? Imagine being the one to read the autopsy. "I'm sorry, sir, but your daughter died in a nasty vaccuum explosion."

Nuff said.

Uh, what else...I've started packing for our trip to Orlando next week. My first thought? A week with no one else but my family to converse with? *dies* My second thought? How the hell am I going to fit one week's worth of clothing and belongings into my tiny suitcase? But I'm hoping it'll be fun. The car trip up there I'm sure is going to suck, as do all road trips with my parents. They always end up fighting and we always get lost (we've been to Disney World how many times yet still we get ALWAYS get lost?).

Today I didn't do much but watch soap operas. Man, I'm addicted to those. So much I even started watching Spanish soap operas (out of complete boredom). But the language of soap operas is universal, I guess. There's always someone who's pregnant, cheating, or blackmailing someone, so it's not that hard to follow.

Oh man.

I need to learn Spanish.

Yes, finally after 16 years of living in Florida, I've finally realized that I should so learn Spanish.

The dudes here to fix our kitchen are Spanish, and only one of them speaks English (and his English isn't even all that great...man where's Kevin when you need him, lol). I could maybe understand bits and pieces if they spoke a bit slower. I open the front door and all of a sudden, "Tu habla espanol?"

"Uh...no?" I so do not look Spanish, but people think I am anyway. Then I think he made fun of me in Spanish, but I'm not sure. I'd make fun of me if I were Spanish too...wait, that doesn't make sense. I meant to say that if our positions were reversed, I'd do the same thing.

Well anyway. There's this kid who looks about seventeen or eighteen they brought along/ At least I have some decent eyecandy to keep my attention (even if it is for like five minutes). And...yeah. I hate having to be the adult around here, I'm never going to grow up. I know absolutely nothing about the house. They asked me where the water valve is. I have no idea what a water valve is. It's not only the fact that I'm Spanish illiterate, I'm also construction illiterate as well. I knew I should've taken Spanish instead; French is so useless here.

Anyway. I'm kind of feeling better, but this past weekend still sucked.

It just occurred to me. I'm wearing my Spongebob boxer shorts. Hm. Well, compared to all my other embarrassing moments, this is nothing.

EDIT now they've started singing some Spanish song. Nice. As they demolish my kitchen, they're singing Spanish folk songs. Well then. And I swear, if one of them yells "OH MY GOD!" one more time...They're constantly shouting that and I keep thinking someone's dying. Every time I turn around to see what's going on, they're all, "Oh no, it's nothing, don't worry about it." I bet you if my house caught fire they'd still be all, "Don't worry about it."

And a survey cus I'm bored. Click!
( 71 Q's [stold from melissa who stold it from kat] )

Dear Mr. Creepy Stalker Guy,

Hi, I'm the girl you were stalking at the mall the other day. Yeah, about that. Don't do it ever again. Do not address me by, "Hey, girl!" when there are eight hundred other girls walking around. Although somehow, weirdly enough, I knew you were addressing me. I do not go to the mall to pick up guys, and you shouldn't go to the mall to pick up girls that are half your age. I'm sorry you have no life but that's no reason to bother me. You are fourty and old, get a life and go oogle other old women your age, jerk. I am so not into the whole dating a pedophile thing, so please, stfu and keep your wandering eyes to yourself, kthxbye.

Sincerely,

Nathalie

That was fun, yet sadly, it's true. It's always the freaks and geeks that are drawn to me :[ I manage to catch the few good looking ones sometimes, but for the most part, I'm a geek magnet. It really does suck. And if it's not the freaks and geeks, it's the players, and if it's not the players, it's the 80 year-old men with no life. Yeah, I'll make a real update about my week later. I've found that there is indeed life outside livejournal...I know, I couldn't believe it either -sarcasm-

Oh, and happy fourth of July. New layout by the way. Green's my new favorite color.

HIATUS

Yeah, I'm going to take a break from livejournal for a couple days, or even a week. I'll still comment if I feel like I have something to say, but I won't be updating until the end of this week/next week or so. I haven't been feeling so well lately, and I have a bunch of stuff to take care of at the moment, so yep, I'm going on hiatus.

Be back next week.

Well, I know for sure that I'm never going to smoke, ever.

At some ungodly hour this morning, my house almost caught fire. It was maybe six or something in the morning, and I'm sleeping, having fallen asleep maybe two or three hours before, and all of a sudden, I hear screaming. I'm a fairly light sleeper, and hearing someone scream kinda just shot me out of bed. I open my bedroom door and there's smoke. Everywhere. And for the record: when you see smoke, the first thing you think is so NOT stop drop and roll, it's definitely, "Holy shit, my house is on fire." I don't even remember moving, or even thinking to move. I somehow found myself outside in my backyard watching smoke rise from my house. It didn't even register to me that all my stuff was inside the burning house or anything.

Anyway, nothing actually caught fire, but someone left a pot on the stove for far too long. And my brother just sat in the kitchen the whole time, watching all the smoke gather in the kitchen until it got to the point where nobody could freaking breathe. Makes me wonder about him sometimes...

And now here I am, dying of smoke inhalation. Well, not really. Most of the smoke has finally gone away, but it still smells. Ugh. Worst part is, I got maybe a whole three hours of sleep and I can't go back to bed, I'm too awake now.

Pimping time.
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I'm so sick of this rainy crap Florida's been having lately. I really want to go to the beach, but it's always pouring every other minute. It's so annoying. Where's the 9,000 degree, drought-inducing weather that's Florida's famous for? -ROAR-

I lost my permit a few weeks ago (not like lost as in had it taken away, but lost as in misplace) and my mom (who never gets within 50 feet of me and a car) suggested that I drive her somewhere. Luckily for me, my sister had the car out somewhere, so I was safe. My mom would seriously kill me; she already thinks that I don't take driving seriously enough, and losing my permit doesn't help. I really should find it though, in case (with my crappy luck) I get pulled over for something dumb.

I was flipping through tv channels earlier, and there was this commercial for HIV testing, and they said, "Knowing is beautiful." Knowing that you have HIV and that you're going to die doesn't sound beautiful to me. I probably completely missed the whole point of the commercial, but whatever. That's not to say you shouldn't get tested, cus you should...I'm not making sense, I'm going to bed.

--this has been a public service announcement from Nathalie