hi kids.

so it’s now the weekend. a three day weekend. which means i do not return to school during the next three days. that is great. however, i do have a lot of homework and i work two out of the three days. hooray.

so today i was late to one of my classes that i have after lunch because a friend and i were craving gummi worms. so we went to our local wal mart and got some. and then signed the trendy tardy sheet. tardy we were. i didn’t actually get gummi worms because i couldn’t find any. but i got some gummi octopus candy, which is funny because what will they come up with next? gummi duck billed platypus? that would be great.

the other day while i was at a thrift store i saw some punky brewster shoes, which i almost got even though my size nine feet would not fit into them. i wanted them just to have them. because i was so obsessed with punky power when i was a little child. i had my own punky brewster shoes too, you know. i wore them with everything, even my dresses. there is a picture of me in my driveway holding up my dress showing the camera my new underwear and i’m wearing my punky brewster shoes. i think i was about three years of age. it is one of my favorite pictures of me.

so today i gave this kid a ride home in my groove mobile, and she ranted about her parents the whole time and i pretended to understand. it was a good ole fashioned time. a good ole fashioned time with the work ‘fuck’ strategically placed six times in each of her sentences. i giggled like a school girl a lot and said stuff like, “parents are funny.” “yeah, really.” but really, i don’t mind taking kids home because i like driving. which might not be good since gas costs so much and i’m already broke anyway. super.

my creative writing class is not turning out to be as great as i thought it would be. i signed up for classes so long ago last year, and last year i wanted to force myself into writing ‘creative’ things, you know. but i’m not really a writer, i just like rambling things that people read. i just like documenting things. i keep myself filling up notebooks because i love looking back at them and laughing and being embarrassed. encyclopedias of my life. so the class is really turning out to be a drag, but we did this fun thing today where we got into groups and created a character by going around and saying things about the person we created. like, “he’s married to his sister” and “he rides his bike because he can’t figure out how to start his car.” my group created a dumb one, and we all have to write a story about this character now. and this activity is to prove how different stories can come out of one character or idea. yes.

i need to find another show to go to.

on tuesday i checked out franny and zooey by jd salinger and today i checked out cat’s cradle by kurt vonnegut. cat’s cradle is for an oral book report i have to do in october. i’ve only read one other vonnegut book, slaughterhouse five, and it’s one of my favorites. i’ve read it twice, i think. how interesting.

so my friend called amanda has had her boyfriend for about three months and sometimes they have communication problems. and it’s all she talks about. it’s kind of annoying, because she asks for advice and i can’t really give her any. i pretend to be the all-knowing intelligent friend, but i’m really not.

tonight i think i’m going with her to get her bellybutton pierced. or maybe not. i’m going with her sometime soon. i need to do something tonight. but really, if you’re not a cool drunken kid in my town then there’s nothing to do. and i’m not a drunken kid. but i am way too cool. also i am broke. wait. now i’m just rambling and saying stupid things.

look, a picture of me crushing your head.

bye now.

so. things are different.

there are three more people living in the house than i’m used to. it is pretty nice though– seeing my sister and nephew. my brother in law is kind of annoying me sometimes. and my mother has become much more insanity inducing than ever.

it’s okay though. that is what i say.

school has started, and it’s going alright. i’ve only gone three days, but you know. i haven’t had a terrible day yet, and that could be a good sign. i’m already procrastinating though. that is bad. i’m still working at kfc. some days are very busy and i’m hardly at home or on the computer. it’s just not what i’m used to but it’s good. i don’t mind it at all.

also, there is now a webcam in my house, which i have way too much fun with. i am probably annoying kids with it. but that’s alright.

tonight i went out. we drove around. bought water guns and silly string and used them nicely against my friend’s brother and his vehicle. it was amusing. i was also in an odd mood tonight, but it was nice. i was just very talkative and out of it. perhaps there was something in my sonic slush.

my sister does not have her license anymore so i drive her around sometimes, and today we went to a second hand store in my town. we bought some baby clothes and i got two shirts. i spent less than four dollars. that is always great. i am all about buying cheap things. tomorrow i’m going to a mall. i have not been in a mall for a very long time. i will buy some more clothing, and i wish it were as cheap.

yesterday my throat was sore from talking so much. isn’t that funny, because a lot of kids say i am too quiet. also, i think most of the talking was done to my nephew. so it was not really talking, but sound effects and such. sometimes i watch people when they are playing with a baby, and i think about what other people would think if they just walked by or something and didn’t know the person was with a baby. that would be funny. it’s also funny how i’m awful at explaining things i think are funny.

my internet connection is friendly. that is a lie.

goodnight, fanclub.

oh my.

last night = amazing.

so our bob dylan tickets were for row eight but by the end of the night we had made it to the front row. and all i could really think was, “oh my god. whoa. this is so great.” because i am such a bob dylan teenybopper.

okay, so during the show there was this girl who really loved bob who had been let in front by people and and had this bob poster she had bought, and was going to throw it on stage with a message she had written on the back. so she borrowed maurine’s marker to do that and then she rolled it up and used one of my rubberbands to hold it. she threw it on stage and it landed by the guitarist but he didn’t pick it up and they just left the stage with it sitting there. but now i can say, “my rubberband was on the same stage as bob dylan, once.” and let me tell you all the kids want to say that.

i’m still in shock about this. it was so great, even though the security guy kept standing in front of us. i asked him to move a few times but he just stared at me and kind of slouched. oh jesus. we saw bob and we were so close to him. and we held tarantula books in the air a couple of times. to show our bob love.

here is the set list, i found it on some web site.

Duncan And Brady (acoustic)

Mr. Tambourine Man (acoustic)

Tangled Up In Blue (acoustic) (Bob on harp)

This World Can’t Stand Long (acoustic) (Larry on mandolin)

Down In The Flood

Positively 4th Street

Stuck Inside Of Mobile With The Memphis Blues Again

(Larry on acoustic guitar)

It Ain’t Me, Babe (acoustic)

Desolation Row (acoustic)

Searching For A Soldier’s Grave (acoustic) (Larry on mandolin)

(song by Johnnie Wright, Jim Anglin and Jack Anglin)

Watching The River Flow (Larry on steel guitar)

The Wicked Messenger (Bob on harp)

Leopard-Skin Pill-Box Hat

(encore)

Love Sick

Like A Rolling Stone

I Shall Be Released (acoustic)

All Along The Watchtower

Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door (acoustic) (Charlie on electric guitar)

Highway 61 Revisited

Blowin’ In The Wind (acoustic)

aaw yeah.

we were at the fair for about 8 hours and saw some great sights. or not. the carnival worker people are scary, so we only walked through that part once. and we got to feed animals and such. that is always great.

and we overheard this great quote, which was just funny, “if i don’t get real real drunk i’ll go to the rodeo.” and the man saying it had a nice southern accent so it was amusing to the sixth power.

also, while we were walking i tripped and fell. and then laughed.

it would be great if bob toured for his new album. and came to missouri again. because three is a nice number.

okay i’m done typing for now.

today is:

DAY OF BOB.

so i’m not being picked up for the show until 2:00 pm. my clock says 10:53 am. i am already dressed and ready to go. excited? that is an understatement. i am wearing my bob dylan watch. it says 10:54 am. i am all about wearing musician merchandise. i think that’s what most of my wardrobe is. band shirts and old shirts. today i’m wearing two of my mom’s old air force shirts. i hope the fashion nazis don’t point and laugh at me.

yesterday i was sitting around watching tv and i wanted to just scribble. but i wasn’t producing many rambles, and ‘creative/deep’ writing hasn’t been a part of me for the last year, and i don’t mind too much kids. i just want to have fun with my scribbles.

instead of doodling i just sat there and wrote down words and phrases that popped into my head, or i heard, or something. you know. i only did a page of it. and now for your viewing pleasure:

this is what i produced.

elephant. activist. guitar. bob marley. news. special report. picking. camoflauge. armadillos. pass. hog. drawers.

WORLD NEWS TONIGHT WITH PETER JENNINGS!

duck. remote control. annoying. sirens. mirror. bracelets. glitter. old clothes. oprah. shoes. books. horse power. fur. leg. razor. disposable. stomping. dealer. flip flops. popping. peeling skin. balls. minerals. junior. sunday’s paper! laws. fault. inflatable. jail. silence. butterfly. storm. wind. sun. pillow. stitching. water. grass. runs. baby. itch. shoe laces. jacket. wool. cotton. scotch tape. dehydratedd. growth. chords. james bond. corn. cows. agriculture. hurt. old. cranky. loud. cough. phlegm. president. dumb. bankrobber. guns. year. natural habitat. good. boy. red. fingertip. microwave. quiz. surprise. succeed. great. business. blame. weeks. medicine. fungus. guys. free. months. league. best. bus. go. school. stupid. hang. horn. scary. bright. reply. fighter. 25%.

how meaningful and reflective of who i am.

my throat it hurting. that is uncool. tonsillitus haunts me. i took nine days worth of medicine. now i am out. how convenient.

but today is a good day. a good day indeed. i am way too excited.

today i put gas in my car. $10.03. they should just have a way for customers to set a dollar amount, and then that much gas is just automatically pumped into the car. because, i just think that would be neat. but i guess it’s not bad, you know, trying to do tiny little quick pumps of gas, and then passing the ‘.00′ mark by a penny or a few. and then you say, “dammit!” and pay.

it’s now 11:10 am.

today at the state fair i plan to take pictures of the mullets i see.

and then i’ll take it to some salon and say, “i want my hair like this.” except then i’ll say, “not really.” and walk out. that would be amusing.

oh mister bojangles.

so now it’s officially august 11, even though my mind is saying it’s august 10 because i have not slept yet.

today is my grandmother’s 80th birthday. my parents will be driving to tulsa, oklahoma later today to spend some time with her, and then tomorrow they shall be making their way to my sister’s lovely abode. they shall pick her up, and my first nephew and they shall be living here in this very bedroom. it is exciting news because i haven’t spent much time at all with my sister since she moved two years ago.

today is also the bob dylan concert. i will be sitting in row eight. my second time seeing him. it’s just weird, you know. i’m not even part of the generation he was writing songs for (his classics, i mean. his new album is out september 11, folks). i remember once i was rambling in one of my notebooks about his music, and how i wish i could have listened to it during the time it was just being released. because i know now that i may do my best to understand it, but i’ll never really get the full effect and never really completely understand what he’s saying. i love reading his writing because it either has a lot of substance or it’s witty and off-beat. and i do enjoy that.

oh dry humor. i’ve been blessed with the love of it and the misunderstanding of those who don’t. sometimes i will say something that’s meant to be funny and people will think i’m being mean. i think that’s another reason why i do not talk very much.

my addiction to the wonder years is not being fed. it comes on tnn at 10 am central time. it used to come on at 11. much of the time, i am not out of bed before 10. how sad. and school starts soon, and i will not be able to watch any of it unless i buy some blank tapes and start taping. which i probably won’t do.

today i spent a great deal of time looking at t-shirts for tv shows, and classic cartoons. sometimes i get kind of sad thinking about all the fun i had watching cartoons when i was a young lass. smurfs, snorks, popples. i still have a few stuffed popples. and a popples book, and a popples tape. yeah, well. i’m all about cheesy things. maybe. things i describe to be cheesy are actually really great things that i like.

yeah, well.

i keep minimizing this page and forgetting that i’m typing.

the other day i found one of my mother’s old air force shirts and i took it. the end. that was a good story.

i am all about telling stories of everyone’s interest in vivid detail.

and so are you.

hi kids.

so i’m not as sick as i was 1.5 weeks ago. but i still feel ill sometimes. and that’s alright.

day after tomorrow = my second time seeing bob dylan live and in person. that is exciting stuff.

i’ve been working lately. not a lot, but enough. i got my first paycheck on monday. it was not much. it was only for about 7 hours. but next paychecks should be more. yesterday i was introduced to the register. today i took some orders on the register. it is not hard, but it is hard if you don’t know the menu very well. like me. so i had to have help a lot of the time. and that was alright. things will improve once i actually know everything i’m doing.

my quietness bothers some people. i am nagged about it a lot. it’s the only thing people really notice about me sometimes. or it seems like it anyway. last night kids thought i was ignoring them because i wasn’t talking much. those crazy rascals.

things people notice about me before getting to know me:

1.) i have long hair

2.) i am quiet

3.) i say, “what” a lot

me = hot stuff. my grandma = in the background

the couch i was sitting on = older than me.

i don’t know how many times i’ve gone to sonic in the last month. but it’s been a lot. like 20 days. out of 30 days. that’s a lot of slushes. and that’s what i get. slushes and cherry limeades and tater tots.

yesterday i registered for school. we were supposed to get our yearbooks from last year. but we won’t get them until september. which is really dumb because i’d really like to get it in may before summer vacation.

i got my schedule. and my locker number. #183. so if you come to my school look for that locker and say, “hi tina’s locker” and then leave a note. it’s in the same area that all my other lockers for the last three years have been. that is a nice fact to know.

my school schedule

hour 1: human physiology

hour 2: creative writing (1st semester), modern novels (2nd semester)

hour 3: advanced math

hour 4: spanish 2

hour 5: senior composition

hour 6: pottery 1

hour 7: pyschology

it will be a busy year. because i have to re-take the ACT and take the SAT and apply for colleges and scholarships and i’ll be working and doing homework. and all that great stuff. oh last year of high school. i dislike high school.

school starts august 22. often at the beginning of the year for a week we get dismissed early because of the heat. the high school is air conditioned and is usually too cold. but a lot of the other schools are not. therefore we get out early because of them. and that is alright with me.

i’ve been having odd dreams lately. i would continue to describe them in great detail here, but i don’t feel like it. also, i think i am about to be disconnected from the internet.

adios.

so i started feeling the sickness late saturday night. i’m guessing i got it at work. my second day of work was last saturday. the third was sunday.

sunday morning i told my mother my throat hurt. she said, “well you weren’t yelling or anything.” which was really dumb, because i didn’t mean my throat hurt like that. it always seems like when i am ill, we have to wait a few days for it to get worse before my parents are convinced that i am really sick.

story: once i had this rash on my arm. i had it for about 2-3 weeks. it would not go away. my parents thought i was exaggerating about it. we do not know the cause. now i have a scar on my arm. i guess it’s not that noticable. nevermind, that was a bad story.

i went to the doctor yesterday because my sore throat was still present and my parents were shocked about that. also, my ears started hurting very badly and my voice was not working very well. before yesterday, the last time i went to the doctor was in april. and i had the same thing. so i got the same medication plus another. this is so interesting. i am glad everyone likes to know about my sickness.

i had to call in sick to work. and i felt very bad about that, because yesterday would have only been my fourth day on the job. oh fast food. i do not like working with it.

after my third day of working i did not eat for 26 hours because the thought of food made me want to vomit. but then i ate a salad and some orange sherbet. not mixed together.

so the other night my father and i decided to make a frozen pizza at 10:30 because we were both very hungry and we had not fixed a dinner that night. well, much of the time we don’t fix dinners and we just don’t really eat. anyway, we have these really gross frozen pizzas that come with two in a package. so we wanted to cook one. and it was my job to take the two apart. but they were stuck to eachother. and i thought i would break one, but eventually i got them apart with a minimal amount of pizza under my fingernails.

it was my father’s job to wrap the leftover pizza up in plastic wrap. we are not good in the kitchen. and that plastic stuff is a pain when it sticks to itselfs and then you drop it on the floor so it sticks more.

eventually we got the pizza in the oven and then set the timer. the timer went off so we took the pizza out. cut it, and when we were about to serve ourselves we discovered the dough was not cooked. it was very flimsy. so we put it in for longer. and then took it out, and it was cooked a little more but not all the way. and we had fun folding the pizza in half and then watching it slowly fall back into place.

my father and i are easily amused sometimes. so the pizza wasn’t completely cooked but we ate it anyway.

and somehow i made a really small story into a very long one.

originally i was going to get off the computer about 15 minutes ago but then i got caught up in telling this fantastic frozen pizza story.

i work tomorrow from 5:30pm – 9:30pm. i will be working the buffet. come visit me kids and ask me what some of the items on the buffet are so i can say, “i’m not really sure.”

the customers really love that.