The only thing worse
than bad memories
is no memories at all..
[The Dismemberment Plan]

[Happy cam]
(mouse-over)

Patricia Has Left the Building

Patreesha the banana danced at 1:27 AM

November 28, 2001  

Blarg!

I don't have a lot of time, I have to do: a physics lab, English thesis, Precalc homework, and History Outline/workbook.... ARGGGGG!

School is so physically draining..

Today I almost exploded on the way home, that's what 3 bottles of Poland Spring within 2 hours will do to ya.. Dammit, why does the school lock the fucking bathrooms!!!

Oh shit, I have to study for the Spanish quiz too... AY CHICO!

Anyway, hey, did you notice the little random text thing? It's not the right size and shit, but I'll get around to fixing it soon..

I'll post something better soon, sorry chicos..

For now, raid the archives (if you haven't seen it all yet..)!!

Final Thought: Must.. finish... work....

Patreesha the banana danced at 8:42 PM

November 26, 2001  

The HTML Princess

Oh hell yes, look at that..

I have:
(1) Archived
(2) Changed the size of layout
(3) Found out about fun stuff to put on the page

EVERYTHING'S COMING SOON!

Dammit people, email me, even HTML princesses get lonely. ;)

Good night!

Final Thought: Mr. Eason has hairy arms.

Patreesha the banana danced at 12:58 AM

November 25, 2001  

Cloudy Days Suck.. Where are the Dandelions?

What the fuck is this?

I feel so depressed today.. I hate cloudiness, I hate the lack of sunlight, I hate the feeling of being mopey and sad and wahhh..

RAWRRRR!

I stayed home from church today, because, supposedly, I was going to get all of my work done. But basically, I stayed home, wasted time, and accomplished nothing. Mom was all pissy because I went to GJ on Wednesday, we were out all Saturday, blah blah blah, now you're missing church, etc. etc..

So now I feel pretty useless. I mean, I can't even sit down and just do work. All this computer shit, I don't know, it's not even that distracting really, I don't know what it is.

I just feel so restless, like, what the fuck am I doing, studying, I should be living it up instead of sitting on my fat ass with my nose stuck in a book. Blarg.

I hate being in my house, but what else am I going to do? Drive in my Imaginary Car with my Imaginary License? I've blown all of my money on pants (haha, see below) and on some stupid ebay thing, which I still have NOT received.

Damn the man, trying to keep the yellow girl down.

AND I HATE PRECALCULUS.

Final Thought: In case you didn't see, I HATE PRECALCULUS.

Patreesha the banana danced at 3:58 PM

November 24, 2001  

Used Clothes and Angry Merchants

For those of you who actually read this, I decided to take this post out, it was boring as fuck.

To recap, I like clothes, blah, people are angry. Proceed..

Final Thought: I HATE Precalc. And my Physics teacher called me dishonest, a liar, and a dirtbag.
Sweet!

Patreesha the banana danced at 7:25 PM

 

I Love Chris('s site)!!

Holy moly, Patricia (that's me, come on, people..) is popping up all over the net!
Sweet!

If you have the time/patience, scour chris's site: fromthepit, and you can see a piece of me (literally a piece, I'm in the corner) in one of his pitshots..
To be specific, 'cause I'm dorky like that, I'm in the middle column, 8th pic down, all the way on the left with my fat little arm sticking out, my hand has a little C on it..
And my face has a look of anguish on it, like I'm pushing out a humongous painful turd. Sexy.

Ha.. Like I said in one of my previous posts, I swear, I was looking all shades of ugly... sweaty.. so you know. I must have been overtaken by the passion of GlassJAw!! Damn right. Take that into consideration. :)

Chris's site is really nice, if you're into that kind of music, so look through it, chicos.. it's some good stuff, especially the pics he takes. Lucky bastard, he gets to go backstage/right up front to take them.. Grr!
By the way, his layouts and all of his art stuff on his other site are really nice, too... Can you feel the intense brown-nosing I'm doing? Heh..

And MAN! Czech out my crazy html skills!! I added the imood thing at the top, like it? I'm taking the internet by storm! Puahaha..

Good night everyone! Dang, it's almost 2:00 already, can you believe it?!

Patreesha the banana danced at 1:51 AM

November 23, 2001  

My Famous Bowl Head... Immortalized!

Hey czech it out, chicos!!
I'm a featured bowlhead on Jodee's site...
Nice!!!
Definitely look through that site, he is really the funniest guy..

Anil: "Imma bounce"
Mo: "Like the fat kid in dodgeball.. I'm out."

Patreesha the banana danced at 10:21 PM

 

Post-Thanksgiving Slurry

Ugh.. I'm definitely NOT looking forward to the little mini-Thanksgiving dinners that I'm inevitably going to be eating for breakfast, lunch, and dinner for probably the next MONTH. Is it just me, or does eating turkey feel like chewing on wood chips? It doesn't help that the gravy is all watery and lumpy with pieces of fowl internal organs swimming around.. Mmmm, yummy.
Thanksgiving, for the most part, was like any other year's.. Full of the house smelling like roasting bird carcass (this year it was a whopping 21 pounder)..

It was otherwise pretty boring, I was online for most of the time, sending George pictures of fatties from www.uglypeople.com,
but I think the Official Ugly Person Award goes to this Winner,
and the Official Scariest Old Lady Hooker Award goes to this sweet old lady.
If you're ever feeling remotely unattractive, just visit that site, trust me, you'll feel a LOT better about yourself..

Looby's been asking me for songs to download, I'm saying anything by MC Hawking is funny as hell, especially "The Mighty Stephen Hawking".. In case any of you are not familiar with Mr. Hawking, czech out the Pictures part of that site, and you'll probably get the idea..

HEY PEOPLE, SEND ME SOME EMAILS!!!!!
Jeez. : )

Patreesha the banana danced at 7:22 PM

November 22, 2001  

What's today again?

And oh yes, Happy Thanksgiving, everyone...!

Patreesha the banana danced at 3:02 PM

 

GlassJAw and Other Shenanigans

Yesterday, school was awful. Seth had IM'ed the night before that I was going to be in the pep rally, doing the pie eating contest... Since I always look forward to proving my mouth-vaccumming skills, I was actually pretty excited about it..
So just about the whole day (the pep rally was 11th period), I was getting all pumped up for it, I didn't eat lunch, imagining my victory dance, you know.. being nerdy.. etc.. and then:

Someone else ate my fucking pie.
My. Fucking. Pie.

I guess Seth fucked up the list of people who were going to do it, but my name was called, and some other kid sat his fat ass in my spot and ate my fucking chocolate pudding pie with whipped cream and a graham cracker crust.

Ha.

But! That night, I went to Ron's house, watched Blade with Julian, Colleen, and some guy Will for like 10 minutes, and then we all went out to Birch Hill for the GlassJAw show. Bob, Steve, and Halevah were already in line, so we got a good spot... Too bad we went there about an hour early, we were freezing our asses off.
And since when did everyone start smoking?! Ugh..
But the show was friggin amazing, it was all worth it.

I LOVE YOU RON! Thanks for taking me to every single GlassJAw show I've been to! <3<3<3

Diecast was the first band to play, they were alright, but I wasn't really feeling it... I was just too excited about GJ coming out next to really care about any other bands. Sorry dudes.

GJ was supposed to play next, but Thursday came on.. They were really good, def a band I plan on czeching out in the future.. they sound a bit like GJ, and the singer was "sick as a dog".... The night was full of flying snot rockets shooting out of the poor guy's nose.. damn. Now that's a dedicated musician. :)

Then, finally, after a realllllly long set up, GlassJAw got on stage, Daryl came out from hiding, and they played a lot of songs from E.Y.E.W.T.K.A.S... I'll probably fuck up the order, but what I think it was... :
1) Pretty Lush
2) When One Eight Becomes Two Zeros
3) Lovebites and Razorlines
4) Piano
5) Motel of the White Locust
6) Siberian Kiss
7) New Song..

There was another new song in there somewhere, it probably would've helped if I knew the words to it, but man, we all still rocked out.

Bad things: They didn't play Ry Ry's Song.
I woke up and said, "Owwwwwwwwwww.."

But whatever, man, it's all in good GlassJAw fun..
It was fucking amazing.

Other high points were that I saw Scott for the first time in about a year and a half, I saw Chris again.. Too bad I was looking all shades of ugly, covered in sweat, hair all huge and fucked up, I must have looked incredibly appealing.

Afterwards, we met up with Dan, his girlfriend Dara, ran into Jordan, and all ended up going to Friday's. On the way there, we were blasting Nirvana in Bob's little aquamarine Pontiac, all six of us smashed in there.. J. was so sweet though, he kept saying, "Do you want my sweatshirt? Are you cold?"

Awww..

Anyway, basically, it was all a big load of fun, and I realized a bunch of stuff last night:
Girls from outside of Marlboro are cool, like Colleen and Dara.. Damn, I gotta get out of this town.
Julian is pretty damn cool, it's great that we're talking again..
Bob has changed from last year's shin-kicking shit, and although he calls himself White Trash, has a cross-mohawk, and eyebrows dyed blue, he's hella nice..
GLASSJAW IS FUCKING GREAT!!!!

Can't wait to see them again.

Yep, that's all for the moment.

Patreesha the banana danced at 3:02 PM

November 19, 2001  

Marlboro Wussies

Man, these people in my town really piss me off at times..
I've heard these rumors that this whole town was built on top of a toxic waste dump/landfill sort of deal (lovely, isn't it?), maybe that's why all these people are such losers..

Case in point:

(1) There's this poor kid Jeff on my bus, a sophomore, he's been picked on for as long as I can remember.. Today he was physically picked up by the back of his shirt from a seat on the bus, and thrown into the back, where the *ahem* "ghetto gangstas" and Naieem gave him an ultra wedgie that almost sliced his butt straight up the cheeks. Damnnn..
The worst part was that this kid doesn't even bother sticking up for himself. He just turns red and tries to laugh it off.
Jeez.

My solution: Never get into heated discussions about Nintendo of X cubes or whatever, you look like a fucking idiot. And stand up for yourself and stop shriveling into your seat, waiting for the next person to push you around.

(2) Poor, poor sweet Sasha and his fanny pack.. He used to sit at my lunch table until Kevano took his ziplock bag (he used to use the same one every day..) and eventually ripped it... [sigh]..
At least Sasha got up, called us all fucking assholes and sat at a different table.
I tried to talk to him and sit with him today, but he ended up thinking that I was asking him out on a date on Thanksgiving night... which was another totally different story in itself. Jesus.

My solution: Sasha, lose the damn fanny pack, what are you, 53 years old? And what's with that Fruit of the Loom undershirt you wear every day, it's not helping you out in the social scene, man.. and please lose the moustache.

Speaking of bad facial hair, BITO!!! SHAVE OFF THAT AWFUL PATCH OF WHISKERS IN THE MIDDLE OF YOUR CHEEKS!!!
It's absolutely awful, it's like an island of hair on there......

There's a whole other slew of self-victimized bastards swimming about in the refreshing pool of losers in my school. I only say this in a derogatory manner because these people can do something about themselves, and yet they continue to subject themselves to this torturous hell which we call Marlboro High School.

Final Thought: People, get some fucking self respect, or expect to get kicked around.
Final Thought Part II: I really curse too much.. Sorry chicos.... :x

Patreesha the banana danced at 10:30 PM

 

Mamma Said Knock You Out

Only two more days of school before Thanksgiving break, and only two more days until Ron and I go see GlassJAw, which I am beyond psyched about... The last time I saw Ron was probably the last time I saw GlassJAw, like last January a few days after my birthday.. Funny, huh..

I feel pretty dorky, I spent a lot of time trying to make a "fan sign" for Mr. Slant, and it came out pretty funny-looking.. and since I'm on this tiny laptop, I can't tell if my picture's all fucked up or anything.. man...

Something's definitely wrong with Looby (Josh), he's acting all.. distressed I guess.. I don't know...

Man, I gotta do something to learn more of this crazy HTML shit, so I can expand this weblog to be more than just.. well, a weblog.. haha.. !Ayudame!

For the time being, I have very little faith in the male half of the human race, maybe I'll get into it next time..

Final Thought: Boys hurt.

Patreesha the banana danced at 9:51 PM

November 17, 2001  

Birthday Fun in the Parking Lot of ShopRite

Today was my dear friend Looby (Josh)'s birthday, and he and I went out to dinner at Friday's with our friend Dave.. It was pretty fun, we talked about the usual idle stuff, school, teachers, people we can't stand..

I went shopping for his present at Barnes and Noble, but before that I stopped by at G. C. to see if they had a Cake songbook that he wanted..
D. was working there, which I pretty much expected; he almost always has worked until close, but I was just so nervous to see him again. It's been about a month since we've even talked on the phone..
It's like Weezer's El Scorcho: "and now I'm Jell-o, baby.."

I did feel kind of shitty about the way we kind of drifted apart.. not even "drifted," we just stopped talking and hanging out altogether..

I've been using my subprofile on AIM as kind of a blog for a while, and I wrote about him in there.

Czech it out, folks:

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*Today's Cloudiness:

11/10/01
Part II.

So today I got to thinking about what the point of having a boyfriend is. It's just another person you have to keep happy, another person to call everyday, see every so often, go christmas/bday shopping for.. what a pain in the ass!

But damn, I'm really missing [Mr. Anonymous] lately. I just went by his work today, and it was awful.. I miss his voice on the phone, the way he held my hand, all that mushy good stuff you don't want mom to hear about.. [sigh again]

But dating older guys is a lot like peeing in a pool. You don't know if it's something to be secretly rebelliously proud of, or something to be terribly ashamed of..
But I guess overall, it's a bit gross, even though it might be warm and bubbly at times.

I think I'm dragging this metaphor a bit too far.

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I'm thinking of getting a webcam, it might prove to be rather amusing, and I'm sick of sitting around being bored..
This is all for now..

Patreesha the banana danced at 12:23 AM