You are online, but Busy. This worries me, becuase I'm going to be here a while and I would really like to talk to you. Oh, I'm so sad. I knew I had butterflies for some reason. I didn't know you wouldn't be on. OH well...I'm trying to think.
Okay…so I didn’t do much today and I haven’t done much in a few days…I’m trying something new. I’m not sure if my computer will let me save this stuff on a CD, but I’m going to try it. What do you know…it worked. I dunno how it worked it just did. Okay. So lets talk about homeroom. Homeroom is the most horrible place to be. Because of the following reasons [home roomers if you read this…really sorry [but I doubt you do]]:
1) I don’t really “bond” with any of my “roomers”. They are just several people that get on my nerves and lets face it…I prolly get on their nerves too. But, I feel like I just don’t really get anything out of homeroom and I have to go to school for an extra ten minutes just to sit around and talk about nothing. [if you agree with me…throw it up.] Okay…so I’m going to give a brief “roomers” review: Girl 1: sophomore. Quiet, super nice, I’m not sure how smart? Questionable to me. But, very nice and is really nice to me. Girl 2: Junior. Nice sometimes. Don’t really know her, but have heard some things about her?? Questionable, not really what I would count as friend material. Girl 3: Well…she is very questionable and isn’t really into the whole homeroom thing. In fact she hates homeroom and prefers to be a homeroom homeless homie Hollie [aka the homeroom orphan]. Boy 1: Freshman. Very strange. Great sports person. Umm…thinks a lot about himself and his gf the broom [long story, basically he has an obsession over a broom =%]. Boy 2: Sophomore. Very smart, but yet very unappealing at the same time, very depressing. Reads a lot and likes to think that “nuking the world” will solve all the problems. Boy 3: Junior. Umm…I really don’t know what to say about him. He has very good style. A bit of ghetto with the perfect touch of charm. He is very violent and I don’t say much around him because I’m worried I will get called a nasty name. Boy 4: Senior. Same way as boy 3 expect, no charm no style and he works on a farm.
2) On Tuesday we had a slight mishap in Homeroom. Someone brought up how happy I was. Well soon word got out “I was in love.” *Sing Song Voice*. Well, now we all know the whole story about that. And so everyone was very happy, but at the same time disappointed. This made me mad and they were very mean. I in fact when home and cried a little. It was depressing that my homeroom, the very people that I’m supposed to “bond” with were discouraging me from what I wanted to do in my life. This is big news people. A homeroom is something that is supposed to make the end of the day fun…not something to question your relationship with someone. I don’t care if we are just best friends, I can be jealous and I will be jealous. I don’t care what people say. Please don’t make fun of my relationship with anyone.
3) Something was fixed and that was that the homeroom advisor [my art teacher] said that she was sorry for making me feel bad. I in turn said “I have to go to the bathroom now. [which is where I was going before she had said this]. I wanted to forgive and we are all right now, but just knowing that everyone in that room was against me in some point in time, that just hurt. I have never once had more than 4 people gang up on me and make me feel inferior to the rest of the world, and now I have. And let me tell you it sucks.
4) Because of that ^^^^^^^^ I am now a homeless homeroom Hollie [which if you do not know that is an example of illetration [sorry…I spelled it wrong?? =(]]
So that is my story…now you get to know what is going on in my love life. I really wouldn’t call it that so I’ll tell you the story of a man named Stefan and his lovely lady named Holliejo. Well, we met a long time ago, while throwing volleyballs at each other, then one when he left, we missed each other very soo. [that was supposed to go to the “Brady Bunch theme, yeah right huh??] but yeah…so that was that. And stuff. We’re close again and we just ignore the word “couple”, that is unless we are referring to ourselves as a COUPLE of losers. Which isn’t what I say in my emails but that is pretty close to that. But yeah…we are super now and stuff and I’m going to go seeing that I always type a lot at home and stuff. Plus all y’all don’t want to hear about my love life. Unless it is when something fun and exciting happened. And personally when ever I get an email that is pretty fun and exciting. Hey…all y’all if I knew how to get a link to show you how to take my quiz I’d give to y’all, but I can’t find it.
Calling the FIRE BRIGADE on my MOBLIE phone:
[BLOODY hell…I have no service.]
Later Taters
holliejo
Hollie’s thought of the day:
This is a what if. Okay?? It isn’t real something I just came up with…okay?? Okay.
“For real though, if Stefan did have a girlfriend I would be jealous for awhile. Then again, it isn’t cheating if you are in a different area code let alone a different country across the ocean??” [from the of holliejo] Oh…that reminds me…if I spend less time on my blog, it is because I’m learning that reality is the best thing for me. But, I’m typing LONGER blogs just to make sure Stefan gets the “gist” of everything in my life. Kay??
LoveLots and Care for Everyone.
holliejo
I don't know if you know this, Stefan, but I have this wild and crazy haircut. Okay?? And I put it in a faux mohawk. It is the coolest shit ever. You would love it?? Maybe. Also...thanks Ashley now I won't be able to stop Googlism-ing and the dinvici code to...sorry...can't write must go
Love Lots
holliejo
This Christmas was just like the others. Nothing Happened, nothing ever happens during Christmas. But, this one was different from the rest considering the fact that we didn’t have ANY snow. But, it is snowing now [this was wrote on Sunday from 3:46 p.m. to whenever] and that is completely pointless considering the fact that our tree is no longer up and that, well I dunno any other reason than: IT IS SUPPOSED TO BE SNOWY ON CHRISTMAS. But, yes that is really the least of my worries, because as I’m sure the world knows, it is 2004. There are only 9 months until I get to become a full time college student. Which is very exciting because I will get to do things on my own. Which is very good. I dunno what I’m going to do though. I will have to do the following things on my own:
1) Get up on time [I do that, but with the help of an alarm clock and the snooze button, which I heard you are NEVER supposed to use.]
2) Wash my own clothes, but since you only have to put the money in the machine this will be fine. And yes, I do know that I have to separate the clothes [colored, jeans, delicates, whites, sheets, towels] SEE??? TOLD YOU SO!!!
3) I will have to have a roommate. This alone is very bothering, because of the fact that never once in my life have I shared a room with anyone.
4) I will have to resist the urge to go out to eat. This will be my downfall.
5) I will have to become more of an exercising girl. This plus 4, I will gain at least 30 lbs. By the time freshman year is over.
6) I will learn to be myself.
7) I will have to convince myself there is more to life than a library.
8) I will have to learn that I can be anyone I want to be. Which means I can finally show that I’m a lot smarter than what I seem to be.
9) I will have to make new friends, which is going to be shy, on the account that I’m one of the most shy people you will ever meet. [Unless you know me of course, then I’m a totally different person.]
10) I dunno anymore, and this was supposed to be about my vacation.
Okay, my vacation. It kinda rocked. But, on the account that I have the worse haircut ever, I didn’t read as much as I liked, I just learned that I can sleep in, but now must wake up on time, my cat barfed on my beloved sleeping bag, I fell for some guy on the internet, I actually celebrated the New Year, I had my share of giggles, Courtney and I had to be firefighters, I laughed at Stefan for the reason that he prolly had to get an electric wheelchair and/or bike for the 15 k. or miles he had to run, umm…I learned that Queer Eye is the best new show and I lub it, new words and phrases: superb, one moment please, and mobile phone were added to my vocab., the word Lub was introduced yet again, and my cat, Patches, has a new way to have his name pronounced: Patcheese [It just came about one day], umm…I received a microwave for college, umm…I had the biggest fight [not really] over these superb pink pants I bought, I was going to get Herbert a gf, but then decided against it, Umm…I have a new love for horror movies, and how fake they can get them, I can now recount almost ½ of the episodes of “I Love the 80s”, “I love the 80s Strikes Back” and “I love the 70s”, I cried over my horrible hair, umm…I met an old friend in a chat room. “Da_funk”. It was quite funny, umm…I met some guy that loved J.F.K. left him after I found out he was “quite” older than myself, umm…I received a new watch for Christmas only to lose a few days afterward, then only to find out I left it at my beloved Gram’s house after discussing my horrible haircut, umm…I’m not quite sure what else I did. But that was about it. Most of the things that are quite funny I must say that my friend Courtney and I discovered were quite fun. Oh…we also found out the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor, and to our astonishment it wasn’t the Germans?? =( [Long story, if confused watch the movie “Animal House” don’t know what it was about, but stayed content to watch that one part], have a new name for myself instead of fat: Pudgy. I lub that word, umm…stayed up till 4:30 in the morning on New Years talking to someone, that I was quite astonished by, umm…then feel asleep woke up at 10 a.m and went home, only to sleep from 2-5, then finding out what all teenagers are supposed to upon entering teenage life: Sleep=sweet goodness. Yes, people I’m 17 and just found out that when all else fails sleep. Sad, huh. I just used to read. It is quite crazy. Umm…tried to look up someone’s e.mail only to find that on the internet they don’t exist, but then I found out… “Hollie I’m sorry to say this, but this person just isn’t for you.” I didn’t make any real new friends, but I hope that I made some internet friends, oh was going to get to dye my hair, but couldn’t oh well…until I’m 18, umm…found out that maybe I should actually try this year, you will never know until you try, found out that if I really want to I can watch a football game, and get into [yes, I yelled at the television], umm…want to learn more about Spanish, I really want to be fuelent. [Found out, for most of the words I spell, even the spell check can’t help me in most cases. {very sad, and appealing at the same time}]. Umm…can’t think of very much more, even though it was at the tip of my tongue. Umm…oh yes…this is very not like me, but I have an odd lub for the only and only Justin Timberlake. Do not want him, but would enjoy meeting him. Umm…found out that my wonderful 50 Cent got arrested for possession on New Year’s Eve. That was very funny, because I found out my brother watches something more than ESPN. Oh…D.Y.K?? NBA is pronounced: “Naba” yes “Naba” I think I shall name my dog Naba. Just because that is one of the best names ever. And WNBA “Wa-Naba” The “w” is pronounced “Wa” or something…just ask me about it. Umm…oh yes…never mix: pencils, bubble mix, bugs, wax, umm…and other things, cause chances are you will never be able to get it out, unless you cut of the air. It was a very traumatizing moment in my life. Anyway…I supose I have bored you enough. And “Gym” class is approaching rapidly. I’m very exciting. Until then.
Later Taters
Holliejo
Hollie’s Thought of the Day:
“It has been a great holiday, now that I look back on it. Even though my highlight was playing “Win, Lose or Draw” that was something."