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Sorry, Guys!

Sun, 12 Dec 2004 18:08:46 GMT

I'm am terribly sorry for the lack of updates, but lick my figurative balls. TEE HEE!!!!

Anyhoo, today was the worst day ever. Twenty-four years ago today, John Lennon was shot and killed by Mark David Chapman, a crazed fan.

I wore all black today to pay homage to this fallen Beatle. Seriously, I cried 2 times in 2nd hour (math) and all through 3rd hour (social studies). On the white board in S.S., I wrote a little tribute to him, and it read "John Lennon Rest In Peace: 1940-1980". But the most devastating thing that happened during that hour was when Ryan (a stupid asshole who called me a "fucking Jew") said, "John Lennon's dead? Cool!" Right there, I just broke down and bawled, not caring who saw me. My teacher offered to send me down the school counselor, but I said I was alright (not). I also hit my throat on something somehow, so I was coughing up blood.

I was equally amazed and stupidified at how incredibly dim-witted my classmates are. This one girl named Katie who has the most annoying voice in the world, shouted "Who's John Lennon?" (I cried some more) and my teacher finally enlightened her about this mystery man and told her he was in the Beatles. At least there's one intelligent person in my class.

In 4th hour (gym), while we were playing volleyball, I told my gym teacher that I was coughing up blood, so he sent me to the nurse's office.Tee hee! I just went into the lockerroom and cried some more.

5th hour (science) was very emotional. Everytime I looked at my nifty Beatles purse, I just cried when I saw John's sweet face. In 6th hour (English), when we were reading some gay book, I saw the word "lemon" and even that made me cry. I cried on the bus ride home, I cried when I got home, I cried when I lit a candle for John, and I'nm crying right now.

But I seriously think that his spirit was very prevalent today. Maybe it was just a scary coincedince.

*I woke up from a dream about John at FIVE O'CLOCK exactly this WEDNESDAY morning (this refers to a line in the song "She's Leaving Home"-Wednesday morning at fiiiiive o'clock as the day begins...)

*His death anniversary was on the local news (okay, maybe this isn't a coincedince, but what the hell)

*This guy named John who I like started being really nice to me

*The lottery ticket that I bought (I have connections, don't ask) won me $10.00

*The detention I got on Monday for calling someone a "paraplegic" in social studies was terminated because of my "severe emotional state at the moment"

These simple happenings might not mean anything, but I really think that his spirit is around us...

John Lennon, where ever you are, I hope that your soul spends an eternity in Heaven.

I love you.

John Winston Lennon

October 9th, 1940 - December 8th, 1980

Food+Stupid Home Videos+Russians+Alcohol+Food=CHAOS!!!!

Fri, 26 Nov 2004 17:30:29 GMT

Well, I bet you can tell by the title, my T-day was anything but normal. I was going to post an entry about it last night, but I came home kind of late and my mom wouldn't let me go on the comp.

I went to my friend's house for T-Day. The food was good, but there was too much alcohol. My dad got drunk, my friend's uncle was hitting on my MOM, and my stupid little cousin tried to pants me, but he failed miserably. (I pants-ed him. Tee hee!)

That Beatles commerical was on again. I never get tired of it. Now thats *five* times I've seen it, and counting.

Life is good.

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I have another blog if you would like to see it. I use LJ because there are no ads, but I also use BraveJournal because it is far more customizable. Enjoy. (http://BeatlesLover.bravejournal.com)

Thu, 25 Nov 2004 16:40:09 GMT

Woo...talk about adrenalin. This happened about 3 minutes ago.

I was upstairs in the office, just checking muh e-mail and checking out Star's webjournal (http://starlightgoddess.bravejournal.com), and then all of a sudden, I heard something familiar on the TV. It was "I Want To Hold Your Hand", and when I finally comprehended this fact, I bolted down the stairs and to the living room where the TV was. I think I tripped over my dog, I was so excited. I then slid onto the couch where I eagerly watched this little peace of heaven. It was a commercial advertising the new Beatles box set that Capitol Records was releasing, and I was hungerly soaking it all in. It showed bits and pieces of Beatles footage, and I LOVED IT. I especially loved the part when Ringo was singing "I Wanna Be Your Man", which is definitely one of my all-time favourite songs.

It takes a real Beatles fan to know when something Beatles is on TV. Oh yeah.

Speaking of Beatles on TV, I skipped school once because there was gonna be a Ringo Starr documentary on PBS. And then I skipped school another time because there was an hour-long Beatles special on the Travel Channel. HELL YEAH!!!!!

Learn some English before you're deported, you ugly bastard.

Thu, 25 Nov 2004 03:10:55 GMT

But anyway, this night WANKS. These loud Russian people that are friends of my parents came over, and they are really pissing me off. They are drinking and laughing and telling perverted jokes. This really pisses me off, which is why I am locked in a closet right now with my laptop.

Here are the people followed by brief descriptions.

Igor: Middle-aged Russian immigrant with a beer belly and comb-over who has lived in America for 10 years, doesn't know ANY English whatsoever, and owns a successful business that rakes in hundreds of thousands of dollars a month. Tell me, is that fair?

Natasha: Twenty-something Russian blonde who married Igor (for the cash, I suppose, since he has nothing else to offer) and likes to party.

Tosha: Twelve year-old son of Igor from his first marriage who never talks and acts as his father's secretary because his father CAN'T SPEAK ENGLISH. Tosha is a computer nerd, plays hockey, and is not fat, but, uh, "festively plump".

But seriously, Igor's life is like a soap opera. He was (and still is) a raging alcoholic, had a kid, divorced his wife, moved to America, married a skimpy Russian whore, and had a heart attack. He owns a BMW and *three* houses. While he works three times a week, the people that work for him have to sweat and toil, doing whatever it is that they do. I hate Igor, and he always calls me "nevestka", which in Russian means "bride". I am NOT marrying that freaky child of his. I am marrying a hot British guy that looks like a Beatle. Duh.

SpinalCracker.com, here I come!

Wed, 24 Nov 2004 23:02:20 GMT

I have been trying to get enough money to buy a premium hosting package from Bravenet.com. Then one day I just said, "Fuck it."

So I begged my mom and she finally gave in to pay for it only if I clean the house for a month.

Mission Accomplished.

My site name will be www.SpinalCracker.com, after a line in the Beatles song, "Come Together". And yes, this site will be entirely about the Beatles.

*Beauty Thoughts*

I have always been inspired by Maureen Starkey. I love her simple beauty and mod make-up. I have decided to cut my hair like her. Yes.

Since I have come to my new school, I have always wanted to establish an identity, to be an individual. My love of the Beatles has introduced me to Sixties fashion and make-up. I DON'T want to fit in. I DON'T want to be a stupid prep or a mindless goth. I want to stand out, and be bold. I HATE PREPS. I DON'T WANT TO BE ONE.

As far back as I can remember, I have always been terrified of cutting my hair, for the fear of it looking bad. Well, I am going to do it.

I have long dark brown hair and brown eyes, just like Maureen. I have bought the necessary make-up to look like her, with a lot of help from http://misslennon.tripod.com. She is also has a LiveJournal (http://www.livejournal.com/users/_dissected). Check it out, it's really awesome.

If any of you have beauty tips to look like Mo, I could really use them.

Tee hee to the tenth degree,

Michelle