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Name: Georgia
Country: United States
State: Ohio
Birthday: 6/1/1987
Gender: Female
Interests: laughing at people who are dumb, psychology, drawing, junking out, playing piano, school
Expertise: looking in the mirror and seeing the people behind me
Occupation: Student
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Member Since:
12/13/2004
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| The raucous infection of New Year's resolutions has surpassed. I didn't write for that long because of the holidays. Too much visiting, too much food, too many relatives. Not enough patience or time to write.
I joined an art club at school. Thought it might look good on my safety applications that I sent out yesterday. No news yet from OSU = multiple anxiety attacks for me = me biting your head off if your give me the least bit of sideways glance.
So sorry if I do. Bite your head off, I mean.
OH! VERY good news. That Dan guy from PacSun? Well... I called him The day after Christmas. And it went very well! A brief summary of our phone conversation:
D: Hello?
G: Hi. Is Dan there?
D: You're talkin to him.
G: Oh hey, this is Georgia. Remember me?
D: Oh yeah. Who can forget a face like yours?
G: Huh?
D: It's a compliment. Ever heard of a thing like that?
G: Oh...yeah, but...
D: Ah, never mind. So how ya been?
G: Really good.
D: Get a lotta good stuff for Christmas?
G: Oh, yeah. Especially the gun that my uncle got for me. I think he think I'm a boy or something.
D: (laughs hysterically) What? A boy? You look nothing like a BOY!
G: Well...he does wear pretty thick glasses.
D: That must be it. So Georgia, what do your friends call you?
G: um... George, Jo, G. That's basically it. Georgia isn't really a name you can modify. What do YOUR friends call you?
D: Dan. Danny boy (which I hate). Kamikaze.
G: Kamikaze? Like the suicide bombers?
D: Yeah. It's cus on the half-pipe I would always try to make up these crazy tricks and never wear pads or a helmet or anything.
G: Ever get hurt?
D: Yeah, one time I had to get stitches cus my board snapped at the top of the pipe and I fell back and hit my head on the corner.
G: Ouch. You should consider your life, next time.
D: Yeah, I guess. What school do you go to? Springfield High?
G: Yeah. It's a pretty big school, but I like it. Not the people, really, though. Just the teachers. They're great. Where do you go?
D: Northwestern. I hate it. Hick school.
G: Yeah, I get that. So (dreamy voice)what are your hopes and dreams? What do you liek to do in your spare time?
D: Thats good. You're a real Audrey Hepburn.
G: Aww. You like to watch romantic old movies too?
D: You didnt hear it from me. But to answer your questions, George... (husky voice) I like to take long walks on the beach. Plus, I love to read and massage women's feet.
G: Ick! You're not actually like that are you?
D: (mock hurt) Yeah. I am actually. (dramatic)Please dont leave me G, I promise not to smother you this time!
G: Really, though... I know it's cheesy and the whole "getting to know you" stage drives me crazy but we have to get on with it.
D: Well, I like old movies. Skating, playing the guitar, and music. Music is my life. Well, skating is too. But music takes up a larger portion. How about you?
G: Here goes. I like school. Calculus. I love to draw. Play piano. Sing a little. I love to learn and to teach others. I also think I can be very critical sometimes. Which makes me believe I should be a psychologist or psychiatrist. I like to take care of people, too. My brother can be quite a pain sometimes, but, I really just want to be a great sister to him.
D: How did your sister treat you?
G: I dont know. I guess she was pretty nice. When I got into middle school, she started to teach me how to dress and how to act and how to speak. I think that I wouldve been made fun of really badly if she hadnt done that.
D: Did you like her bossing you around though?
G: I didnt mind it too much.
D: Too much?
G: Alright. I hated it. I hated her. I hated how she was perfect. I hated how when she was a senior and I was a freshman she was beautiful and every guy liked her. I absolutely hated when all her "guy friends" would see me in the hallways and say, "Hey, arent you Jane's little sis?". I still hate her for being prettier than me. For making me want to be just like her. For making me want to be perfect in school so I could be better than her at something.
D: I'm sorry. But I just want to let you know that if all those things wouldn't have happened, you wouldnt be where you are now. You wouldnt be as brilliant as you are. You wouldnt have had the amazing quality of not knowing how beautiful you are, which makes you even more beautiful.
G: Thanks. A part of me needed to hear that.
D: Hey, I really really hate to end this, but I have to go. My shift starts in 15 minutes. Maybe stop by the mall tonight aroud 9:30 if you're free?
G: Yeah, I'm sure that will be fine.
D: Glad we talked.
G: Me too.
D: Bye.
G: Bye.
I did go to the mall around 9:30. We met up and got some Taco Bell in his pickup truck. then we decided to go to a movie at the mall cinema. National Treasure. After the movie, we just drove around a few neighborhoods and looked at the lights. He and I talked of songs we knew how to play, and what our favorite poets are. I told him about my art, and he said he wanted to see my stuff. I just blushed.
We drove back to the mall while talking aboutour favorite foods and restaurants. When we arrived at my Nissan, he took a deep breath.
D: I'm glad we met.
G: Me too. You are simply mah-vellous, dah-ling.
D: Oh and you are, too.
(awkward silence)
He leaned in (predictably enough, but still wonderfully) and I did too. We kissed a bit, then I told him I should probably head home, that I had to work on my History paper. He laughed and shook his head.
D: You're so great (chuckle)
G: Thanks for the great night.
D: No, thank YOU!
G: Now it's my turn to lean in predictably.
D: Make my day.
Thats it. We kissed. i got in the car. Waved bye. And sped out.
I'll write more later. Not much to write anyways. The rest was uneventful mainly. Typical of my life.
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| WHOA! I just caught my little brother looking at porn.
Yeah. I had just finished doing a load of his laundry, so I walked to his room and knocked on his door. I guess he didn't hear the knock over the blast of his 50 Cent music, so I just went right in. And... there he was, eyes glued to his computer screen...
I yelped.
He yelped. Told me to get out.
I did. Quickly.
So.
Here I am. Cracking up.
I'll write more later.
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| Well, my dearies, I'm sorry that I haven't updated in a while. It's just that I have been Christmas shopping and Christmas decorating and baking cookies and writing a term paper for Government.
A list of what I bought going shopping Sunday and Monday:
-Texas Roadhouse gift certificates for Mom and Dad and Jane.
-A skateboard for Henry
-a gift card to PacSun for Henry
-A new leather jacket for Dad
-A romance novel for Mom
-A button-up for Henry
-a gas card for Jane (maybe she'll get the hint to come down and visit?)
-hat, scarf, and gloves for Kath and Lilly
-a candle for all my female teachers
-a tie for all my male teachers
Okay, this may seem like a lot of money to spend, but I spent all my money that I had been saving since July for this specific occasion and I know I'll get a buttload of money from Mom and Dad, Jane, and Gram and Poppy, Uncle Gerald, Gramma and Grampa, etc, etc.
Although I can seem like a grouch and altogether a mean person, I love to spend money... and I love to give things to other people. So... CHRISTMAS is the perfect holiday for rich people like me. Yippee.
God, I have such an obsession with guys. There was this totally cute guy at PacSun at I was totally tripping all over myself trying to look cute when I was "browsing" in there yesterday (I only went in there to get the gift card, but when I saw "Dan" I knew I had to stay a little longer). So when I finally "brought my purchases up to the counter", I completely drew a blank when he asked me who the gift card was for.
G:Uh...my...um...little...uh..
D: ...brother?...sister?
G: yeah (giggle)...brother. He's 14 or somewhere around there.
D: I have 4 brothers and sisters, all younger than me. I don't blame you for not being able to keep track of all their ages and names and stuff like that. (chuckle)
G: (too loud of laugh) Yeah... heh heh.
D: So that's 35.78.
G: OH! Yeah...here.
D: Alright...with your Visa.... And just....sign here.
(scribble)
D: Have a merry christmas...and you keep track of all those...uh..brothers and, uh, sisters you have.
G: I have another older sister besides Henry.
D: Oh yeah? How old is she?
G: 24...but she thinks she's 30.
D: Alright Georgia... you have a Merry Christmas. I gotta get back to work! (Wink!)
G: How'd you know my name?
D: You signed the receipt, remember? Oh yeah....here's your copy!
G: Thanks, Dan...at first I thought I had some sort of psycho stalker on my hands.
D: (chuckle) No, no.
G: Well Dan, it was nice talkin to ya!
D: How'd you know my name? Oh-- wait... I have a NAMETAG on. Heh heh heh... my mistake.
G: (Big cheesy grin and giggle) Merry Christmas...
Then, later, when I was wrapping all my presents at home, I was throwing all my bags away, but taking the receipts out first (I'm a good bookkeeper for myself), I saw on the PacSun receipt,
HIS NUMBER!
woo-woo! So, what next? When do I call? I'm too inexperienced for this! HELP! And don't even tell me to call Jane.
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| My life is boring. Very, in fact. I need a boyfriend. I need to be nicer, first. Any advice anybody? I think this will be a short entry. I don't have much to say.
Here are some lyrics from a Linkin Park Song:
I tried
so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I hope thats not what will happen to me. Should I just start skipping school?
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| Well. I had a little bit of Calculus homework, a bit of English, and some French. It's too bad that I'm a huge nerd and actually like Calc.
I was looking through some blogrings. Wanted to join some, but... XANGA is updating their whatever's and nobody can join or create a blogring for a little bit.
Sometimes I can make myself quite angry. You know, with the way I treat some people. I wish that I was one of those good girls every once in a while. It's too bad people are too annoying.
So I called Jane this afternoon. I asked her what she wanted for Christmas, etc.
J: Ehh... I guess anything. Maybe a new sweater or two. Want me to pay for postage?
G: Postage?
J: To mail it up here, dummy.
G: Why would I need to mail it? I'm gonna be seeing you for Christmas...
J: Mom didn't tell you? I'm staying with Jason's family this year.
G: What?!... Why?
J: Because... I don't really feel like dealing with mom and dad...and stuff.
G: Whatever.
J: Oh God, Georgia... you are such a--
G: A what? Just say it. Everyone thinks so. Even my sister. Well anyways, I have to work on my homework.
J: You actually do your homework?
G: Yeah.
J: You're gonna get accepted-- don't worry... although your social skills are less than desirable, you are very good when it comes to school and all that...
G: Okay okay..
(in background) "Janey, hey baby..."
J: Hey gotta go...LOVE YA! Mwah!
G: Bye... I'll talk to you--
DIALTONE
That's Jane. Self-centered. Really hot. (Got the good genes) Cheerleader ( so good of one she got a half-ride sholarship). Nice to Henry. In other words... everything I'm not.
Nice.
Later
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