Just so y'all know, I got a new journal. It's deme_yuca in case anyone wants to add. I feel like fresh start, so I'll be posting from there from now on.

* Y'all who are already friended need not reply. I'm keeping all of you and NEVER LETTING GO.

Ness

THANK YOU, KLO. You are awesome. You made a very happy girl.

My back has inexplicably decided to stop doing its job, leaving me to be a big, wobbly, HURTING mess. It took me nearly ten minutes to walk to the kitchen, and my kitchen is about...three feet from my room. The only way I can really describe the pain is that it feels like there is a very small person who hates me very much in my back squeezing my spine and attacking it with an axe at the same time. It got really bad this morning when I couldn't even lift my legs to move an inch in bed without crying out in pain. I've mostly had to use my arms to get me around the house as my legs have been rendered pretty much useless. My mother gave me some medicine to reduce inflamation and it's helped a bit, but now it's starting up again. This kind of sucks.

Ness

Hello, random entry.

Did you know that the average American eats about 4,500 calories on Thanksgiving? 4,500. And I don't think that we have enough time between Thanksgiving and Christmas to work that all off. Plus, my family eats as much food as Thanksgiving dinner for the New Year as well, so that's like...13,500 calories to work off in addition to my daily consumption. No wonder I'm fat. I still have to burn off Thanksgiving Dinner 1995.

My mom and I went to Lane Bryant today and looked at pretty sweaters that all cost ridiculous amounts of money, but they were so pretty. (And very expensive)

Ever go through one of those phases in which you can't help but look at a guy, no matter who it is, and think, "Aw. I want to marry him." FOR NO REASON. Yeah, that sucks.

I think it would be awesome if my school set up a room for me because I spend so much time there. It would be awesome if they made it pink.

Good news. I am almost done with applications. In a few short days, I will be done with deciding what to do with the next four years of my life...almost. There is the actual decision to make on one school, but that's EASY. SO EASY.

Ness

"He's been talkin' too long on his yellow walkie talkie"

I'm going to attempt to do this in the fifteen minutes I have until school ends.

( Long )

Ness

Make me use my brain a little:

This is the problem with LJ, we all think we are so close, and we know nothing about each other. I'm going to rectify it. I want you to ask me something you think you should know about me, something that should be obvious, but you have no idea about. Ask away.

Ness

Be nice to me today: I donated blood.

I should have taken the sticker that said that, but I was in a rush to get back to class today. Maybe it should be more like, "Congratulate me today: I donated blood and didn't start sobbing like a little baby the way I usually do!" I did cry as soon as I lay down on the chair, though. However, I didn't kick and scream as I did when I got my hepatitis shot. The nurses were begging me not to go through with it if I was going to get so emotional because people who tend to do that back out as soon as the needle is inserted. Through my tears, I told them that I still really wanted to go through with it. And I did! And it was fine! And the bandage around my arm is cutting off my circulation! I only started to feel a little woozy about ten minutes later, and was told that I "am really fucking pale". I plan on donating again sometime next year.

My birthday was lovely. Jen took the liberty of buying me big-ass numbered balloons that everyone commented on. The numbers are about three and a half feet tall. Taking them along with several other balloons through a crowded hallway? Not a good idea. The numbers kept turning themselves around so a lot of people guessed that I was turning 71. Looking pretty damn good, I say. I love birthdays.

Ness

You are the dancing queen, young and sweet, only seventeen!

Happy birthday, me! And Happy birthday, Cola!

Ness

Tell me three things you want me to take a picture of and post in my journal.

C'mon. Make them cool. I need to make use of my hot camera which has been sadly neglected, partly because I can never find anything good to take a picture of and partly because of lack of batteries. Hm.

ALSO. Answer, please.
1. My name:

2. Where did we meet?

3. Take a stab at my middle name:

4. How long have you known me?

5. When is the last time we saw each other?

6. Do I smoke?

7. Do I believe in God?

8. When you first saw me what was your impression?

9. Month of my Birthday?

10. Color hair?

11. Color eyes?

12. Do I have any siblings?

13. What's one of my favorite things to do outdoors?

14. What's one of my favorite things to do indoors?

15. Do you remember one of the 1st things I said to you?

16. What's my favorite type of music?

17. What is the best feature about me?

18. Am I shy or outgoing?

19. Would you say I am funny ha-ha or funny sarcastic?

20. Am I a rebel or do I follow all the rules?

21. Would you consider me a friend, an acquaintance, or a good friend?

22. Would you call me hippie, glam, nerdy, snobby, or something else?

23. Have you ever seen me cry?

24. If there were one good nickname for me what would it be?

25. If I had broccoli stuck in my teeth would you tell me?

Ness

Why does the Canadian application for universities have to be so complicated? I clicked on the option that took me to the application for international students, and it's asking me about my Canadian residency, BUT HELLO, I AM NOT CANADIAN. Am I stupid? This is clearly done to weed out dumb people like me. I give up. I'm doing all my American schools first. I already finished Penn State this afternoon, so all I need to do is pay and send. Also, all I need to finish on my Temple University application is the personal statement and payment. University of Delaware is dumb because it's a two-parter, so I need to pay before I get to the second part, but for the most part, I am done. Three schools out of the way, and I still feel like I need to look at one more.

In other news, I am dumb in math, I need to read about fifteen chapters of Wuthering Heights, I have a psychology quiz tomorrow and tuesday, plus a test on Wednesday. SCHOOL IS SO MUCH FUN.

Ness

Happy Friday, everyone. It's the 5th, which means there are only TEN days until my birthday. TEN.

( The OC Characters in Acronym )

Ness

It's funny how a fantastic haircut can cheer up a girl so much. Also, possibly a new pair of boots. Boots are important.

Ness

Warning: Political rant that will probably make everyone who is even remotely right-leaning hate me forever. I think I have possibly become the Angry Liberal. Don't read, especially as many of you are already sick of the bitching going on. I've got plenty more stored up in me. Enough for four more years! Don't say I didn't warn you.

( Angry Liberal. )

Ness

Sorry for the update. I'm jittery, tired, scared, nauseated, and I have eaten almost everything in the house. Fat Girls for Kerry, I say.

One by one, everyone in the household are dropping like flies. Mom passed out around ten and my cousin shortly after. It's just me and my brother right now, but I don't know how long he's going to last, especially considering that the boy might as well be narcoleptic. I don't think I can sleep, so I'm pushing my bedtime a little later than usual. Sounds like tomorrow will be an extra-large coffee before 6:30 morning. Sigh.

If anyone wants a laugh, please turn on CNN and look behind the panel of men. There is a guy in a "November 2" shirt who is HILARIOUS. He kept motioning that the guy in front of him smelled bad and then kept mouthing, "412". I don't know what that means, but he captured my attention and made me laugh a little. He's to the left of Larry King and below the gay pride flag right now.

I hate hicks. They all need to die. I'm totally serious. (You're not a hick, Jeffy ;))

Ness

Hell yes, New Jersey. I'm glad there's not a reason for me to hate this state. I was beginning to worry there for a second.

Ness

Happy Election Day, fellow 'Mercans and other nations. Anyone who is lucky enough to be able to vote, please go out. Like, right now. Why are you reading this? I don't care what time it is. The lines will be shorter anyway. Go get a cup of coffee and a muffin (muffins are delicious) and stand in that line! If you've done so already, good on you!

As for this American, I will be staying at home and watching election coverage in my own little Election Part-ay. I don't expect that my family will be very happy. I usually become very...vocal while watching CNN.

VOTE

BILL CLINTON IS ON PRIMETIME TONIGHT. I AM SO EXCITED. OH MY GOD. I think that man should be immortal. If he doesn't live forever, I'll be very upset.

SqueeNess

I would like to poke President Bush in the eye. Repeatedly. With hot needles. While making him watch something terrifying like 7th Heaven. No one's ever home. Even if we are, we never open the door because we fear our crazy German neighbor. She likes to wake us up and demand we move our car. No entrance, Feds. Sorry.

Today I made a proposal. God, please halt the Earth's movement for, like, a couple hours. PLEASE. A girl my age is not supposed to know so much about the human mind in such little time. She should be able to enjoy the classic novel she is reading instead of spending most of her time trying to figure out what the hell the chapter is about so she can do homework on it. And she should also be allowed to have lots and lots of rest because lack of sleep is detrimental to her face. So, God. This is what I ask of you. Stop time for me so I can study, type up my poems, write college essays, study, research campuses, study, and get some beauty sleep. Also, Lord. Please grant me the strength to get the hell off Livejournal. Thank you.

Also, good work on the Red Sox. 3-0!

Ness

P.S. New e-mail, kiddos. Send all hate mail and the such to lochnestle@gmail.com

You know you need to get offline when you use HTML tags to italicize the title of a novel in your essay and it takes you five minutes before you figure out why it's not working.

Ness

That's it. I will definitely be a college dropout. My English paper is shit. Shit, shit, SHIT.

In other news, I spent the majority of my day singing songs off the Wicked soundtrack, and checking The Village Voice online in case they updated with new articles. They didn't. I went supply shopping with the rest of the choir committee for the Halloween dance. We have no money, so I had to give in my allowance (Yes, I have an allowance. I'm a dork) to help pay for decorations because our choir is so poor that it makes me want to cry. Now I have no money for this week. It's very sad. But, next week we have only two days of school thanks to election day and the New Jersey teacher's conference, so I'm happy anyway.

I was supposed to head down South with Jen to check out University of Virginia and University of Maryland, but I took UV off my list because it's mostly attended by conservative students, and I don't think I'd like the next few years of my life to be filled with them. I've been looking into York University, though. Large student body, good location, great tuition price. I think I can get in, too. I know it would be a miracle if University of Toronto accepted me. I got a 1090 on my SAT, which isn't what I was really hoping I would get, but better than I expected, especially since it was my first time taking it.

I'll shut up now. This entry made no sense whatsoever.