Woo. In the spirit of Connieland, I've decided to post a never-mailed letter I found recently. Yep, I'm a biter. Munch munch.

2/26/00

Dear Bernadette,
We are very disappointed at your attitude towards the Munchie Kingdom, The Munchie Club, and altogether Munchies. We would like to se a definant and permanent improvement in your enthusiasm. We would also like you to have more dedication towards the MM & Tech club. We are very serious. We will be watching you very closely. In a few days it will be revealed where your loyalties lie. Don't underestime us. We don't want this to happen, if we don't see an obvious and permanent improvement in your attitude, there will be a penalty.
Your Royal Friends,
Jocelyn L. and Holly O.

Hehehehe. You won't get what we're talking about, but don't you love all my 1984-esque threats, followed by that lovely signing off: "your royal friends"?


More to follow.

On Sunday we went up to Tahoe. We were supposed to go on Saturday but some roads were closed so we couldn't. We all went skiing (or in my and my sister's case, snowboarding). It was freezing. haha, what a weird word that is. Say it to yourself a few times. Anyway I had an okay time. Except I spent literally two hours putting on/ taking off layers because I was cold/ hot, trying to get into the stupid locker, and waiting for people at the bottom of the slope so that they could help me get into the stupid locker. Stupid thing is tiny, and you have to pay 75 cents every time you want to lock it. It got better after lunch, except when this little kid who was learning how to snowboard smashed into me. My butt still hurts. I feel bad because I gave him an angry look for a second, but then I saw he was just a little sad-eyed boy. And then his teacher came over and yelled at him. I felt sorry for him. There actually wasn't too much traffic driving back home - surprising, but nice of course. We watched Daddy Day Care and Green Card (love that movie) in the car.

I wish I had my own bathroom so much. Me and my big sister are always fighting over who gets to use it first. It's really not fair - I always let her go first when she had a 1/2 class. She would always whine at me - "Hollyyyy, that's not faaair, I have to get up at six thiiiirty." Not to mention there's always some sort of disgusting schmutz left in the shower. Sigh. When I get my own apartment or whatever I'll have my own shower, and it'll be the cleanest one on the planet. Clean like a whistle. Haha. Don't know where that came from.

Ah well. Must go do my math homework.

Got my new schedule. You'll hear no complaints from me (at least for a little while) - I'm happy enough right now just 'cause I DIDN'T GET DA ROSA!

After scheduling I went to Wallenberg. Sadly I had to leave after only an hour and a half. The people in Sara's English class were very stupid. Poor YM. The school is so small that people actually notice a new person - I was asked multiple times if I was a new student. The Breeders there were really menacing-looking. I made myself feel better by pretending that I was from Balboa, so that I felt relatively safe. Haha.

Last night I finished watching Das Boot. Really depressing. Really long. I suppose I would recommend it.

Out and over.

Life is sad sometimes. Really sad.

I have a relatively happy life. I wish everyone did.

I heard there was a secret chord
That David played and it pleased the lord
But you don’t really care for music, do you?
Well it goes like this:
The fourth, the fifth, the minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah,
Hallelujah, hallelujah

Well your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrough ya
She tied you to her kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah,
Hallelujah, hallelujah

Well, maybe I’ve been here before
I’ve seen this room and I’ve walked this floor
I used to live with leonard before I knew ya
I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch
But love is not a victory march
It’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah,
Hallelujah, hallelujah

There was a time when you let me know
What’s really going on below
But now you never show that to me do ya
But remember when I moved in you
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath you drew was hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah,
Hallelujah, hallelujah

And maybe there’s a God above
But all I’ve ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya
Well it’s not a cry that you hear at night
It’s not somebody who’s seen the light
It’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah...

-Jeff Buckley

What a terrifying experience. Those have got to be the most terrifying dancers I've ever meet. They were all very tall, and very skinny...almost all of them had blonde hair. The ballet bun makes them look especially imposing. They were all checking each other out, trying to figure out which dancer would offer the most competition. They wanted to eat me. I could tell. Good thing I got out before they succeeded.

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