Below are the 7 most recent journal entries recorded in oddlywinkle's LiveJournal:

Thursday, September 30th, 2004
5:39 pm	Soooooomeone's birthday is rather soon. *Obvious hinting* Yes, our little Peri ages another year on the 22nd of October. Mwahaha. I'm growing so fast and oh so evil. Anyway, my in control, take charge, strong Mother...is exausted. With a Salon to look after, a house to look after, a family to look after, and a father with cancer growing towards his heart to get no sleep over, it's easy to see why. She told me I have no idea how worried she is and never should have the right to know, and it's true. I don't. I guess it's how I take things, and how my Mother chooses to tell me things. It's all about the protective loving shielding. As for school...my math teacher is evil. No, really, she is. Nooot as evil as the teacher I almost had, who calls her students stupid often, but evil enough to take my quiz before I was finished because someone whispered my name to talk to me. They got theirs taken away too, but now I'm being referred to as a cheater. Niiice. I learned this from Socheda, who, though she acts like she's my "friend" made cracks about me being a cheater and stupid throughout class today. Not merged jokes about the incident, but rather stupid for being so slow on our math worksheet today and having fun, and a cheater because "suuuure I wasn't helping Taylor cheat." She may have written down the question "what's the answer?" on paper, but I didn't even SEE the paper. My glasses for distance were on and I wouldn't have told her. I told Sochenda she was being rude and the woman didn't care. That's what she said "I don't give a care." Yeeeah. I was letting my anger at her go from earlier in the day, but when you don't even care you're offending someone or admire that they're not yelling about you being a "bitch" it's tough to want to be near her. She is now getting the very immature but world famous "silent treatment" starting tomorrow, oooor the ever popular "snub." Some days it's like I'm one of the gang with people like Morgan, other days it's like no one speaks to me. Not exactly fun. But I am really getting to be a good friend with Sam, which I hoped would happen, and she doesn't have those non-speaking days with me. In my drama class I apparently executed my monologue so well the first time of two times I was supposed to do it (the second for a grade, not the first), that I got an A+ and don't have to do it again. And everyone's claiming they can't compete with that. I frankly thought I sucked, but I didn't say that because when you say you were horrible and people say they weren't as good as you...you're really just slapping them in the face. (Plus, maybe it's like Sci with her art, she says she sucks but she doesn't.) Everyone did a good job their first time, I think. But apparently, because I did so well, the teacher is accusing me of thinking I can "get away with anything" like I'm "automatically teacher's pet" all because I chose to sit at a certain desk when we went to go work on the computers. Seriously, that's what he said. It was all because he said I shouldn't be near this one person while working (though I could stay on task while sitting across from him especially because my back was TO him) and when he told me to move I said I hadn't done anything wrong and that putting me next to Aliisa (or is it Aliiza?) was going to spark much more issues than being next to Josh. And it's true. I never TALK to Josh. I always talk to who he put me next to. Sheesh, how rude and insulting can a man be? I was teacher's pet for 2 years unwillingly in Italian, sir. I finally got FREE of that. I am not trying to regain the role. Seriously, the class and the people in it are awesome...but Montella...eeeeurgh. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
5:39 pm	Soooooomeone's birthday is rather soon. *Obvious hinting* Yes, our little Peri ages another year on the 22nd of October. Mwahaha. I'm growing so fast and oh so evil. Anyway, my in control, take charge, strong Mother...is exausted. With a Salon to look after, a house to look after, a family to look after, and a father with cancer growing towards his heart to get no sleep over, it's easy to see why. She told me I have no idea how worried she is and never should have the right to know, and it's true. I don't. I guess it's how I take things, and how my Mother chooses to tell me things. It's all about the protective loving shielding. As for school...my math teacher is evil. No, really, she is. Nooot as evil as the teacher I almost had, who calls her students stupid often, but evil enough to take my quiz before I was finished because someone whispered my name to talk to me. They got theirs taken away too, but now I'm being referred to as a cheater. Niiice. I learned this from Socheda, who, though she acts like she's my "friend" made cracks about me being a cheater and stupid throughout class today. Not merged jokes about the incident, but rather stupid for being so slow on our math worksheet today and having fun, and a cheater because "suuuure I wasn't helping Taylor cheat." She may have written down the question "what's the answer?" on paper, but I didn't even SEE the paper. My glasses for distance were on and I wouldn't have told her. I told Sochenda she was being rude and the woman didn't care. That's what she said "I don't give a care." Yeeeah. I was letting my anger at her go from earlier in the day, but when you don't even care you're offending someone or admire that they're not yelling about you being a "bitch" it's tough to want to be near her. She is now getting the very immature but world famous "silent treatment" starting tomorrow, oooor the ever popular "snub." Some days it's like I'm one of the gang with people like Morgan, other days it's like no one speaks to me. Not exactly fun. But I am really getting to be a good friend with Sam, which I hoped would happen, and she doesn't have those non-speaking days with me. In my drama class I apparently executed my monologue so well the first time of two times I was supposed to do it (the second for a grade, not the first), that I got an A+ and don't have to do it again. And everyone's claiming they can't compete with that. I frankly thought I sucked, but I didn't say that because when you say you were horrible and people say they weren't as good as you...you're really just slapping them in the face. (Plus, maybe it's like Sci with her art, she says she sucks but she doesn't.) Everyone did a good job their first time, I think. But apparently, because I did so well, the teacher is accusing me of thinking I can "get away with anything" like I'm "automatically teacher's pet" all because I chose to sit at a certain desk when we went to go work on the computers. Seriously, that's what he said. It was all because he said I shouldn't be near this one person while working (though I could stay on task while sitting across from him especially because my back was TO him) and when he told me to move I said I hadn't done anything wrong and that putting me next to Aliisa (or is it Aliiza?) was going to spark much more issues than being next to Josh. And it's true. I never TALK to Josh. I always talk to who he put me next to. Sheesh, how rude and insulting can a man be? I was teacher's pet for 2 years unwillingly in Italian, sir. I finally got FREE of that. I am not trying to regain the role. Seriously, the class and the people in it are awesome...but Montella...eeeeurgh. (Comment on this)
Monday, September 6th, 2004
7:23 pm	Friends only Yup, FRIENDS ONLY. I have at least one serious post in me and it's not one everyone should see and spread around. Not everyone needs to hear about my family or how I feel, and from past reactions to things I've said, not to many give a shit. No pretty graphics, no rules, just comment. If I add you, I add you, if I don't, step off and be big about it. (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, September 2nd, 2004
7:10 pm	That Magic First Day Well, today was my first official day in High School. Weeell, not official, I count official as when the 10th, 11th, and 12th graders come. (Yes some 10th graders weeere there, those who stayed back...and there were Junior and Senior Mentors. Val, Ian, you know how much my mentor sucks, and what she said, so clearly she wasn't there. 120 mentors showed and SHE couldn't.) Anyway, I woooould have been okay with getting places if teachers didn't mess me up trying to show me my way, aaaand if one corridor didn't go from 320 to 511 randomly...why did 322-328 have to be a SUB-hallway? Well, my italian class is exactly the same as the past 2 years but with 2 students at different schools. Same Teacher, Same Classmates, Same Muzzy Cassettes. *snickers* So it's like a little piece of Junior High everyday. When I went to the school, I had been told that my revised schedule (with me in algebra two REGULAR, I didn't quite make the honors grade) would be in my homeroom. So I went there, it wasn't there waiting for me. So I had to find my way to guidance to find my schedule was the exact same. At math time I told my teacher after class and she's like "This class will KILL you" soooo she had to handle it with an orange notice card. In gym all we did was sit on a hard plastic bench for the whole time, minus the very last 2 minutes in which they chose to take attendance and force us to stay. Seriously, there were about 5-6 gym teachers and all they did was talk quietly with each other like we weren't there. I loooove my english teacher. Sure, she's only introduced herself and such, but I looove her. Her name is Mrs. Kane. w00t to the Kane! Theatre workshop - weeell, I didn't get the crappy teacher. I got some male teacher no one knew anything about, really. He seems cool. We'll be improving, watching episodes of Whose Line is it anyway (love that one), watching and analyzing movies and actors, script writing and reading, monologue reading writing and prepaing, and so on. SO much better than trying to doodle desperately for my art credit. Today Peri learned: That people believe her backpack could fit heeer in it. Must study this and prove them wrong. Fun Phrase: Pudding. Don't ask. Just pudding. OOOH AND THIS COOL GUY WHO WAS ONE OF THE 5 TOP BASKETBALL PLAYERS IN THE WORLD IN THE 70'S SIGNED MY ADGENDA. Heh. I liked him. He was fuuunny. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, September 1st, 2004
7:38 pm	Proof Vill is one, and evil alien, and two, plotting against me OnlineHost: *** You are in "igg chat". *** OnlineHost: Now you can chat privately with AOL and Internet users. insaneplushy: yay! another human! KICKANMS1313: *can cans at the nothingness chat* KICKANMS1313: Woo, a survivor KICKANMS1313: !!!! KICKANMS1313: Quick, let's get you out of the dead chat debree! insaneplushy: *stares at the pewwie* KICKANMS1313: *stares back* yeees? KICKANMS1313: *dusts off debrees from mel's shoulders* insaneplushy: *keeps staring* oovillalionoo: yaay KICKANMS1313: erm....yeees Mel? insaneplushy: *stares* KICKANMS1313: *cowers* oovillalionoo: &stares* insaneplushy: BOO! KICKANMS1313: Viiiiill she's staring at me KICKANMS1313: GAH *screams* oovillalionoo: *stares* KICKANMS1313: *cries* KICKANMS1313: make it stooooop insaneplushy: *hugs her pewwie* KICKANMS1313: see, now i'll post all but the hug in my LJ and make you people look bad...then everyone will worry i'm ambushed in the chats KICKANMS1313: :-P oovillalionoo: *keeps saring* oovillalionoo: O_O oovillalionoo: O_O insaneplushy: i look bad anyways KICKANMS1313: You're so immatuuuuuuuuure KICKANMS1313: *whines* oovillalionoo: *stares* oovillalionoo: o_o KICKANMS1313: meeeel please, let's not even attempt a discussion on that insaneplushy: *puts the vil on one side of the chat facing the wall* KICKANMS1313: vill, yeah vill and her staring looks bad insaneplushy: *takes pewwie to other side to calm her down* KICKANMS1313: :-P oovillalionoo: *turns around* oovillalionoo: *STARES* oovillalionoo: O_O insaneplushy: *chews vil's eyes out* oovillalionoo: *keeps looking at peri anyways* KICKANMS1313: *breathes into a paper bag* eeew, you don't know where those have been KICKANMS1313: or waht they've seeeen oovillalionoo: *runs at peri with her... sockets?* KICKANMS1313: *cries* oovillalionoo: BLEEEEE!!! oovillalionoo: O_O insaneplushy: lol insaneplushy: bad vil! oovillalionoo: *empty eyes* insaneplushy: BAD VIL! KICKANMS1313: yeah, now I'm so posting this as proof you're out to get me KICKANMS1313: :-P insaneplushy: *puts radishes in vil's eye sockets* oovillalionoo: I will attack your planet in three of your Earth days.... oovillalionoo: O___________O Be afraid. The vill is loose and there is no stopping her now. oovillalionoo [7:40 PM]: *stares* O_O oovillalionoo [7:40 PM]: o_o KICKANMS1313 [7:41 PM]: Booored Vill? KICKANMS1313 [7:41 PM]: :-P oovillalionoo [7:41 PM]: O_O KICKANMS1313 [7:41 PM]: V-viiiill? KICKANMS1313 [7:41 PM]: =-O oovillalionoo [7:42 PM]: *stares* KICKANMS1313 [7:42 PM]: Uhm...*calls out* heeelp? oovillalionoo [7:42 PM]: private im: MEL CANT HELP YOU NOW oovillalionoo [7:42 PM]: MUHAAHHA oovillalionoo [7:42 PM]: O_O The staring eyes got bigger and bigger for a viiisual. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
4:36 pm	Silly, huggable, and pissed at plastic "extra shelf" locker shelves Peri's Pissed off comment of the day: STUPID PLASTIC LOCKERMATE SHELF! I'd throw you against the wall but I'd MAKE A MARK!!!! Yes, as you can see I am getting ready for school tomorrow. And as you can see I'd be fine if it wasn't for this stupid shelf thing. I was playing with it, you know, giving it a test spin, mainly trying to learn how to expand it. And now I cannot get it back unexpanded. And my locker, no locker in AMERICA is as wide as this shelf now is. Damn you shelf, daaamn you. Random Peri fact: I own, not counting the pair I'm wearing or the pair(s) being washed, 14-15 pairs of jammies. And they're all niiiice and put away, and all preeeetty because Peri totally cleaned. She also did her SOCKS and *cough* other *cough* things. This process involved nearly falling into the recycyling barrel to find so cardboard and make a divider. Peri and the Greasecapades: Yes, I admit it. I am totally in love with Grease, the movie. And I guess the end of August/beginning of September is the time when all the diehard Greasers feel the special urge to watch the movie twice in a 24 hour time period. Aaaand then think about how much they like the character Danny. Aaaaand how well John Travolta played him. And wonder how Oliva Newton John got her thin looking hair to that huge poof at the end. Eh, the possible Greaser Time has been tamed since I watched the movie at 7:02 in the morning. :P LJ friends: They create a lot of hassle over who sees your innermost thoughts and who doesn't. Lord, having only 3 people acknowledge your LJ makes things very nice and...peaceful. Yet, eh, peaceful just wants to make me do the whole friends only thing....well, once I get deep thoughts and more people know about meh journal. ;) (Comment on this)
Tuesday, August 31st, 2004
3:40 pm	I'll take door #1! Periout of the Week: Vally, m'dear, you're the first person to throw confetti at me oooor talk with me none stop for over 3 hours on things such as Liquid Ice mints and such. Today Peri Learned: Erm..*cough* Fun Phrase of the Day: Crackers make the world taste better. As you can see from the above, I'm now always going to post a random periout once in the week, what I learned each day, and anything silly and amusing I spouted out during the day. My ickle Periouts are a way of finding something nice to say about everyone. Unless you're a total bitch. Then screw you. ;) To do: Get a spiffy layout Re-do my closet for school Get another spiffy layout, this one for my shop Get another spiffy layout, this one for my look up Make sure my Mommy is well rested the few hours she is home from the hospital each day. (3 Comments |Comment on this)