kelland

It is important to note that at the quiz team meet last Tuesday a question was asked regarding Interpol. The host of the game asked something to the effect of, "What is the name of the band heard here?" While noting that the name of the band was also the name of a national organization. They played the intro to "Slow Hands," and I was sitting in the studio audience freaking out. I couldn't believe it! Of course because I was not chosen to compete, I did not get to answer any of the questions. Not the question about Bruce Springstein that I knew. Not the question about Maya Angelou that I knew. Not even the question about Salt Lake City that I knew. Damn it all to hell. Needless to say, our time lost.

Today my school held a mock election assembly. Each second period class was assigned a state according to the number of students in the class... so like physics, with eight people, was Alaska, while French, with about 30, was New York. A Democratic committee and Republican committee organized the assembly. Five Democrats debated five Republicans on political issues (while defending their candidate, of course). I was chosen to debate gun control for the Dems. I gave a one-minute speech (it was timed, like in a real debate) on the assault weapon ban, and I have to say, it was nearly perfect. I didn't stutter or pause too long or exceed the time limit. The Democratic skit was also very cute. I found the Republican skit to be obnoxious and offensive. They basically made a joke about lesbians, and I was appauled. I don't know. Maybe I just hate Bush too much to not be appauled. Anyway, I have a feeling Bush will win our mock election because I come from a small and pretty conservative town. Boo.

I don't have school tomorrow. Woot.

Jessica and I finished recording the footage for our music video yesterday after school. We spent two hours at the cemetery. It was cold and wet and muddy and ew. But I managed to shoot some purdy pics of the foliage and some candid "making the video" shots of Jess and I. Minus the slugs, a fun time was had. I rolled down a hill. I fell while attempting to hang from a tree. Jessica fell in a hole. Jessica layed down her glasses and then forgot about them. Oh yes, and we saw deer! We captured them on film as we followed them into the woods. T'was perfect.

There are new pics in my candids. Check them out if ya wanna.

Last night I became very depressed about something and I am still a little upset as of now. A week ago you were on the verge of suicide and now it's back to sunshine and shallowness. Please do not tell me that you're so damaged you cannot see straight, and then ignore me when your life decides to pick back up. I reached out to you because I care about you and because I love you as someone very dear to my heart, and truly I felt as though you needed me. But now that everything's in it's proper place, I can plainly see how much I really mean to you. Now that you're happy once again I won't get anymore phone calls. A year ago I was in an identical situation with someone completely different, but strangely the same. And I'm tired of caring. Truly I'm glad you're happy, but I'm disappointed that you don't see your improper use my time, my concern, and my friendship. Something to consider next time.

Today I visited that teacher I had a crush on in the 8th grade. He didn't talk to me like I was an adult, like I now am a woman... he didn't even talk to me like he talked to me when I was 14 years old. He spoke like I was some cartoon character. Someone to mock. Someone to refer to as a "hippy" and then deem illogical. He was Mr. Jokester. And I left feeling pretty stupid. I wish I could take back all the girlish dumb things I said to him and did for him years ago. But I can't, and that sort of penetrates me in a way I can't explain.

It was nice seeing you too, by the way.