Month: February 2005

Oh are we all doing this now?

Google your answers

1. First car

’96 Ford Taurus (but it’s my Mom’s, not mine)

2. Place you grew up

Mundelein

3. Place where you live now

Same

4. What comes up when you type your first and last name

Did you mean: jamie robins  

5. Favorite food

El Famous Burrito

6. Favorite drink

Crystal Pepsi

and

Virgin strawberry daiquiri

7. Favorite song

Ants Marching

8. Favorite smell

Ricky Sakoda
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9. Favorite pair of shoes of all time

Teva Terradactyl

So Caitlyn was the only person who remembered my birthday on her own. My Dad even told me he would have forgotten had it not been set in his phone with an alarm going off. Great.

So I am not a teenager anymore, how sad. But I am definitely not announcing my birthday to ANYONE next year because UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES AM I GETTING DRUNK, hear?!

I lost three more pounds in the past month!!!

I wish I actually had stuff to write about.


You Belong in the USA


Sweet!

People either love you or hate you

And you really don’t care what anyone thinks

Big and bold, you do things your way


You Are the Very Gay Peppermint Patty!


Softball is the huge tipoff here…
As well as a “best friend” who loves to call her “sir”


You are



What Is Your Best Sexual Skill?
Name: 
Age: 
Sex:  MaleFemale
Sexuality:  StraightGayBisexual
Flirting Skill Level – 37%

Kissing Skill Level – 96%

Cudding Skill Level – 19%

Sex Skill Level – 5%

Why They Love You  You keep going and going and going…
Why They Hate You  You are too sexy.
This cool quiz by lady_wintermoon – Taken 1700808 Times.

New – Kwiz.Biz Astrology

Me—too sexy? Haha yeah right. But yeah, it’s kinda hard to have sex skills when you’re a virgin hehe. But I KNEW I was a good kisser yay!!

So my Mom did my taxes for me for $10…nice. I’m getting $225 or something from the IRS and $45 from Illinois. Sounds good to me. I knew Not So Great America Ripped me off. Haha Erica would say “Those f*ckers.”

I found out some 16 year old girl from Mundelein hung herself over the summer, but nobody knew because she was home schooled. How sad.

Okay let us move on to American Idol, shall we? I am unable to vote for the boys on Mondays nights, due to my Ethics class (with the exception of next week when it is cancelled), so I get to watch my tape afterwards and PRETEND I voted lol. This week I pretended to vote for Mario Vazquez. Anthony Federov is so gone this week. I think the other one will be Joseph Murena. They did all twelve in ONE hour. That made me soo happy at how fast paced it went. Ryan Seacrest says “No time for talk, just like when Simon’s girlfriend leaves town for a week” haha. Okay now the girls. I didn’t vote for anyone cuz I really couldn’t decide…they were all just eh. I think Carrie Underwood possibly had the best performance last night but she didn’t clap for any of the boys on Monday night, therefore she doesn’t deserve anybody’s vote. Mikalah Gordon…oy. I love how none of the judges said ANYTHING about her VOICE during their critiques. I was, however, EXTREMELY happy when Simon told her that half of the audience will find her annoying. I was unable to narrow it down to the two girls who will be voted off this week, but I do believe it is two of the following three: Amanda Avila, Celena Rae, and Sarah Mather.
Dear Mikalah Gordon:
What is this feeling so sudden and new?
I felt it the moment I laid eyes on you
My pulse is rushing
My head is reeling
My face is flushing
What is this feeling?
Fervid as a flame
Does it have a name?
Yes!
Loathing
Unadulterated loathing
For your face, your voice, your clothing
Let’s just say—I loathe it all
Every little trait, however small
Makes my very flesh begin to crawl
With simple utter loathing
There’s a strange exhileration
In such total detestation
It’s so pure, so strong
Though I do admit it came on fast
Still I do believe that it can last
And I will be loathing, loathing you
My whole life long

Speaking of Wicked, I figured out that NessaRose is Elphaba’s sister, which would make her the Wicked WItch of the East. I was mad that the soundtrack doesn’t give away the plot lol. So I did my research and it turns out there IS a song called “The Wicked WItch of the East,” but they left it out of the soundtrack because it was a MAJOR spoiler. I also found a web site that gives away the ENTIRE plot . I not confused anymore yay.

So some sick bastard hacked into Paris Hilton’s address book and posted all the phone numbers and e-mail addresses on the internet and now the FBI is investigating. One of the phone numbers listed was none other than Miss Ashlee Simpson. Tomorrow is my 20th birthday and I wanted to make one last bad teenage decision so I decided to call her and sing her my song. But I decided that would be too mean so I just decided to turn in my English paper even later (it was due last Wednesday). I also definitely failed my speech today, which was due last Wednesday. I’ll live.

Today was Winter Sux which means blue cotton candy and blue sno cones and my mouth is sooo freaking blue. I totally was thinking about Amanda because we ate sno cones and cotton candy together there last year. And who did I run into on the way down to it? Amanda. I think 10 months is enough time apart. She asked for my number again and said she’s going to call me. So we’ll see how that goes.

I leave you with a quote from speech class today…
Jose: People ask me what my favorite sport is and I say soccer and they say ‘No duh, you’re Mexican!’

Today is my one year driver’s license anniversary and because I have not gotten pulled over or gotten a ticket or a car accident (technically lol), I was expecting a good driver’s discount, but our insurance company does not give those bah. On another note, Marni got her license two days ago and already got pulled over…for not having her headlights on…at night. How do you not know that you don’t have your headlights on at night? Lol.

So now Mundelein is taking over MySpace. I just want y’all to know that Torey and I had them before y’all!! Yay. But everyone should boycott MySpace Tom, because there was a bug on my account a couple weeks ago and I messaged him to ask what the problem was and he read the message but never answered it. Good for nothin jerk lol. And everybody stop stealing Dane Cook from me!! Lol.

So it looks like American Dreams is going to be cancelled. NBC changed it from 19 episodes (which is already really small) to 17 episodes. They are sitting out on February sweeps and will be back, March 9, I believe at a new ate and time…Wednesday night at 7pm and Paris Hilton is playing Jeannie from I Dream of Jeannie..just for the record I do think she did a good job hosting SNL a few weeks ago, but she sucked when she was on The OC. So they are not going to announce until May if American Dreams is cancelled or not, which is just great because if they DO get cancelled, they will have already been done filming for the season so we won’t get any closure. If the writers are smart, Sam and Meg will makeout very soon.

I got my Wicked tickets, and by the way there are a ton of them left on eBay.

It looks like I will be going to see Annie Get Your Gun at Round Lake in May, because Kelly is playing Annie Oakley. Yay Kelly!!

Kevin was elected Turnabout King at Vernon Hills and apparently that is a big deal because he is gay. I just think it is a big deal because I know him lol.

I saw Jorge at school the other day and he gave me a really weird look (but I said Hi anyway, because I am nice). Judging by that look, I would say it would be a good idea to put down Matt Venci as my supervisor next time I apply for a job, which won’t be for a while.

I e-mailed my Dad last week and told him I am getting married and he said “To who? When? Is he Jewish? Is he at least white?” Haha. That’s my Dad for ya.

Okay I think the rest of this post is mostly going to involve pictures, so get ready.


Lauren’s family on her Mom’s side (and that is Myke next to her…obviously)


This is Lauren and Myke’s wedding cake, and believe me when I tell you it tasted just as good as it looks.

Okay now let’s talk about American Idol, since I don’t think I have mentioned it yet and the top 24 starts on Monday.

Well, dang, American Idol won’t let me take pictures from their web site! So if you want to see who I am talking about, you will have to go here.

Okay…Jared Yates…this guy is from Danville, does anybody know him?
Mario Vazquez…you can’t tell because he is wearing a hat, but he has curly hair and I think he looks like Justin Guarini and I had a baby.
Mikalah Gordon…okay don’t even get me started on this girl. I can’t stand her. Unfortunately she is going to get very far because she can sing well, she is pretty, and she has God on her side. But she is very obnoxious and I have a huge problem with her saying that if she wins she is going to use the money to get her Mom implants. And here’s a fact about her for the goyim…she probably won’t ever say this, but she is half Jewish. Trust me.

Okay and now I must post pictures of Drew. I do believe he is currently doing the starving artist thing in California trying to make it. He is going to be famous, so remember the name and face, and also that I know him lol (yes this is the guy who wanted me to take him to prom with me and I told him no).


I LOVE MUNDELEIN SOUND!!!!

Proof that boys are just as crazy as girls! Ha!

What She Doesn’t Know Will Kill You

by Matt Brochu
November 21, 2003

You met her a few months ago, and somehow she managed to seep into your subconscious like that “Suga how you get so fly” song. Just like you have no clue who the hell sings it, you don’t know why she’s there. But she is, whether you like it or not. You know her cell phone, her room phone. You can dial her Aunt Doreen’s house in West Springfield (where she goes to do her laundry every two weeks) faster than you can peck-out 911. But she doesn’t know.

Her screenname, that generic one with her first name followed by three to five random numbers or UMass, has its own category at the top of your buddy list. Not only do you know what a “Buddy Alert” is, you’ve rigged your computer to play “Fat Guy in a Little Coat” from “Tommy Boy” every time her screen name changes from gray to black. Then her away message comes down, and you have a decision to make. To IM or not to IM? These are the ridiculous games that you play on a daily basis. But she doesn’t know.

She’s it. All right, so maybe not “it” it. Not necessarily Ms. Right, but closer to Ms. Right-up-there-with-Anna-Kournikova-and-Lizzie-McGuire-on-your-list-of-people-you’d-give-anything-to-be-stranded-with-on-a-broken-down-elevator. But it’s about more than that. When is it ever about more than that? Never. Not like frilly white dress, overpriced catering, embarrassing drunk in-laws more, but closer to UMass sweatpants, two D.P. Dough Roni Zonies, a futon and a movie you have no interest in seeing more. But she doesn’t know.

She’s gorgeous, but gorgeous is an understatement. More like you’re startled every time you see her because you notice something new in a “Where’s Waldo” sort of way. More like you can’t stop writing third grade run-on sentences because you can’t remotely begin to describe something … someone … so inherently amazing. But you’re a writer. You can describe anything. That’s what you do: pictures to words, events to words, words to even better words. But nothing seems right. More like you’re afraid that if you stare at her for too long, you’ll prove your parents right: that yes, your face will stick that way. But you wouldn’t mind.

You wouldn’t mind that the questioning, “Hello?” on the other end makes you want to smile and throw up at the same time. You wouldn’t mind worrying about what to get her for her birthday and spending $300 when you only have $17.50 and a Triple-A card to your name. You wouldn’t mind that she left your TV on and the blaring infomercials wake you up at 4 a.m. … because it gives you a chance to watch her sleep. You don’t mind that you’ve slipped up twice when you were hammered and hinted at how you feel, but she was too drunk to remember. So she doesn’t know.

Sure, she’s pretty, but it’s about more than that. You two connect. Anything you throw at her, she can throw right back. You figured out what’s going on in that predictable head of hers in under five minutes, but something tells you her heart would take about five years.

You remember everything she’s ever said to you, and when that freaks her out you blame it on your photographic memory (which is a lie, you have a 2.7 GPA). You can’t remember your teaching assistant’s name, and you can’t remember that your Puffton rent check was due four days ago, yet you remember the middle name of the kid who tripped her in fifth grade and gave her that cute little scar on her shoulder. Maybe it’s because you actually listen when she talks. When do you actually listen? Never. But she doesn’t know.

But she has a boyfriend. The kid is a tool, and you are not. He has no redeeming qualities, and you have about 38, even when you’re hung over. You could kick his butt, and you’ve never been in a fight in your life. He treats her like crap, and you would treat her like the princess she believed herself to be on Halloween in 1988.

But she loves him. He wouldn’t know what he had even if she slapped him across the face and dumped him, but somehow she still loves him. And somehow she still doesn’t know.

Then, out of nowhere, she slaps him across the face and dumps him. She comes to you. You’ve been there before, so you seem like the smartest guy on earth. She cries, but your corny half-joke, half-compliment somehow gets a smile out of her that almost makes you feel ashamed that you’re the only one around who gets to witness it. It looks like you might make her realize that all guys don’t deserve to have rocks thrown at them.

But nothing changes. She doesn’t know. You get that library elevator feeling in your stomach that she’ll never know. You get that feeling that you’ll be forced to write a cheesy Collegian column about her that makes “Sleepless in Seattle” look like “Girls Gone Wild.”

You go to sleep. You wake up. She doesn’t know. You’re not in love. You’re not obsessed. You blame it on the fact that you just need to get some, but still, it’s about more than that. It would just be nice if once in your life, things worked out the way you wanted them to.

So ___________, it’s about time you know.

Now cut this out, fill in her name, and give it to her, coward. Just let me know how it works out.

Matt Brochu is a Collegian columnist.

You have GOT to be kidding me…

ATHENS/THE O.C. (FOX) – Creator Josh Schwartz confirmed during FOX’s portion of the TCA Winter Press Tour his long-in-the-works drama “Athens,” originally announced back in May (read the story), won’t be moving forward. He did however indicate there are firm plans to develop a spin-off of “The O.C.” itself. Said project would focus on Kaitlin Cooper, the younger sister of Mischa Barton’s character, who has rarely been seen or mentioned as of late. It’s understood Kaitlin will reappear on “The O.C.” later this season or early next season, after which the spin-off will track her exploits at boarding school. It’s not clear however if actress Shailene Woodley will reprise her role or if it will be recast for the spin-off, which is being likened to a small screen version of “Mean Girls.”

I really think I hate this holiday because all anyone does is sit around and feel sorry for themselves. GET OVER IT. This day is no different than any other day of the year. Stop posting all this stuff on Xanga/MySpace/LJ and in away messages talking about how you hate this day cuz everyone else is attached and you’re not. Look how many people actually post this stuff. I haven’t had a boyfriend in nearly four years and I have no complained one single time and you guys know me well enough to know that if I can go that long without complaining then ANYONE can and I highly doubt any of you that are complaining have been single nearly that long. STOP FEELING SORRY FOR YOURSELVES. Come on, Seriously.