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Name: Sean
Country: United States
State: Georgia
Metro: Columbus
Birthday: 12/17/1989
Gender: Male
Interests: Mimes, bringing upon the downfall of butterflies worldwide, breaking test tubes, and quoting whitney houston while high. (crack is whack! h to the no!)
Expertise: Jazzercise! I can vogue and mime by special request. *strikes a pose*
Occupation: Student
Industry: Hospitality
Message: message me
AIM:  TCSnowster
Member Since:
8/20/2005
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| The last time we talked, Mr. Xanga, you reduced me to tears.
I fear I must abandon you.
If you want to know anything about me, check out the livejournal, my one and only true love:
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| Okay, so I figure it's about time to update this thing. Hmmm. Where do I start? I think I shall work my way backwards through the past month. How avant-garde, right? Not really. Yesterday
was my birthday. It was decent, I suppose. Except for my cold. My
throat hurt Friday and Saturday, and it turned into a full-fledged cold
yesterday. Oh well. So yes, my birthday. I went out to eat at China
Moon with my family. It wasn't my first choice, but my grandfather
didn't like the places I wanted to go. Ahickahickahicka. I did get some
snazzy stuff: The Office seasons 1 and 2, Seinfeld season 6, The Pink Panther (o.o), and V for Vendetta
along with a boatload of gift cards/money because my parents don't know
what I want. I can't really help them with that because I don't really know what I want. Murf. Aside
from that, I didn't do much yesterday. It's bizarre. Remember how, when
you were a little kid, birthdays and holidays were spectacular events
that you looked forward to in anticipation for weeks and weeks? Now
they're rather blah. Even Christmas. They just seemed so much more
magical as a child, and now they pretty much just mark time. And wow,
the minute I started writing this entry I began feeling irked because I
really don't like writing recaps of recent events. FYI. The Office
is an interesting show. I've only begun watching recently, and I've
liked what I've seen. I don't know, though. I was expecting it to be
like the next Arrested Development since everyone praises it so much. It's a great show, but it is no AD. *sniffle* Oh, Arrested Development. How I loved thee! Anyway, The Office:
I love Jim and Pam. They're so cute together. I loathe Dwight, and
Michael's just annoying. But the show is worth watching for Jim and Pam
alone. <3 Saturday night I went to a party at Amanda's house.
It was nice. We pretty much just talked for 4 hours straight about a
bizarre variety of things, teehee. I think even socialism and sex
crimes popped up at one point. o.o Friday was the last day of
school. It was...interesting. I had to participate in the Foreign
Language singing special thingy with the German group. It was so
frustrating. I got pretty pissed at one point. Overall, though, I
thought our presentation went relatively well. o.o. After that, we
didn't do much in school. In Analysis, we just sat around. In AP World,
we watched She's the Man. It was better than I expected. It was
a relatively nice day, though. I also turned in my teddy bear. I'm so
glad it's over and done with. -_- Stupid sewing project. Oh, and Katie
gave me gum, lip balm, and....Mean Girls on DVD. ZOMGMEANGIRLSZOMG! Such an amazing movie, in case you didn't know. The
social was on Thursday night. I've never really enjoyed any social
which I've attended. It wasn't any different this year. The actual
before and after, when I actually spent time with people I know, was
great. I even took a picture this year with Meg, Katie, and Martina. I
didn't really enjoy my table that much. I didn't really want to talk.
And I didn't. FYI. My grandpa is visiting from Germany until
February 12th. It's weird being around him. He doesn't speak any
English. I can understand some of what he says, but it's hard to
respond to him. He seems nice enough, though. He did say I looked like
a girl because of my hair. Hobag. This is going way back, but during Thanksgiving break I saw The Fountain with Meg. ZOMG. It's seriously like the best movie I've seen this year along with V for Vendetta.
It was so beautiful. Hugh Jackman and Rachel Weisz just break your
heart. I downloaded the soundtrack a few days ago, and there's this one
track - "Death is the Road to Awe" - which I keep playing over and
over. I really need to get the graphic novel and the tie-in book. I
can't wait until it hits DVD cos I really, really want to rewatch it.
Now.  Murf.
I know this entry sucks enough as it is - I'm just really not into
writing this one for some reason - but here's even more blandness in
the form of a class-by-class breakdown. Joy. British Literature: Gah, I'm going to miss Mrs. Carter next semester. That is all. AP Microeconomics: Surprisingly, things have been looking up in here. Well, okay, just a little. The final was muy easy. German II: I'm done with the stupid teddy bear. Yay. Analysis: I had a 95 in there. Until the final. I made a 76 on it. With extra credit, I'm hoping to get by with a 90. Please? AP World History: Muy. I'm switching to 3rd block next semester, but I still have Meg and Elizabeth in my class, so it's alllllll good. My sked for next semester:
1st - AP Microeconomics (Wells) | American/British Literature Hybrid (Kocian)
2nd - Physics (Richardson) -_-
3rd - AP World History (Summerford)
4th - German III (Randall) I'm sorry for boring anyone who actually read all that. Sincerest apologies. | | |
| WHY are stupid people so stupid and ignorant people so ignorant?
Okay, scratch that. Obviously stupid people are going to be stupid, and
obviously ignorant people are going to be ignorant, but that doesn't
make it any less irritating. I know lobotomies are frowned upon now,
but I think some of these people must have been subjected to them. And
I? I don't feel sorry for them, cos yeah...these people are just so
stupid and ignorant that it's to the point where I really don't feel
any sympathy for them. Bitches don't know what they're talking about.
Maybe I'm not as cool or trendy as them. Maybe I don't have as many
friends as them. Maybe I won't go as far in life as them (well,
actually, they're gonna end up crack-addled tricked-out hos with
mullets with seven kids and a Kevin Federline lookalike for a father).
But whatever. They're still bitches with a capital C.
Now that that's off of my chest...I really don't have that much to say.
Last Sunday, I saw Borat
with Meg. It was highlarious. Out of the three movies I've seen
recently, I'd definitely say it's the best. Some of it was gross, but
yeah, I didn't mind. Herf. As I type this entry I realize that I don't
really remember specific scenes from it anymore. Oh well.
#%$#^%#$@$$%&^%$@%@
Ok. Today.
AP Microeconomics
was fuckin whack. I am more lost in that class than I have ever been in
any class in my entire life. With, like, the exception of gym. Ms.
Wells' teaching style, or lackthereof, does not help me. She wants to
emphasize one-on-one learning, but we really don't have time for that.
Whenever we do worksheets in there now I just write down random shit.
She doesn't seem to notice. Today was especially annoying as absolutely
nothing made sense to me. I raised my hand, but she was in a political
debate with another kid in my class. RAWR. It took about twenty minutes
for her to finally get to me. I was seriously on the brink of a
breakdown in there. In the process I pretty much killed the only pencil
I had left. Oh well. Sorry Meg and Elizabeth for being such a
hosemonkey. >_>
I didn't have British Literature
today, which is a shame, cos I actually like it. Ms. Wells told me Mrs.
Carter said I was brilliant. Wow. I know it's not true, but I'm
flattered. And, I don't know, it really makes me feel better for some
reason. Guess it's cos of my low self-esteem. HERF HERF HERF.
German II
was okay. We just worked on powerpoints which pretty much just involved
copying and pasting off the internet. Tayler and I wrote our dialogue
for Monday. Yay. We were in the computer lab. On the 3rd floor. And you
know what that means, right? The presence of everyone's favorite
computer lab instructor, Miss Connie - that's what it means! Ugh. The
mere sight of that woman annoys me. What's her purpose anyway? Mrs.
Collins is a way better computer lab instructor. She's nice, and at
least she runs the e-bulletin. That counts for something, right? And,
of course, we had our favorite sub today - Mrs. Funderburk.
AHICKAHICKAHICKA the day just kept getting better! OMGWTFLOL! Oh well.
She wasn't that bad this time.
Analysis. Ah. Analysis.
How I love thee yet hate thee. I made an 88 on the last test. How great
is that? Very. But I don't get the latest stuff we're covering. At all.
It makes me sad. -.-
AP World History, how I love thee,
for I can always count on thee. At the very least it's always
interesting. It seemed like half our class, including Meg, was gone
today. It was tres bizarre.
Um. So. Weekend. I don't plan on
doing much. Tomorrow we're having a garage sale. I really don't want to
help out. Sunday a bunch of people, including myself, are going to go
see Happy Feet. Yay! Penguins!
RAWR. I still feel so #%$#%#&DFADFSAF$@%. I'm in a really pissy mood. Can't you tell? People. PEOPLE. People.
Some people think they're just so amazing, so great, so flawless. Well,
you know what? Maybe they're not. Maybe they're disgusting, pompous
assholes who need to shut the hell up. Cos you know what? Their
opinions don't matter one iota. And I really wish my brothers in the
other room would SHUT UP AND STOP BANGING ON THE DAMN DOORS YOU
DUMBASSES. IT'S REALLY ANNOYING WHEN A PERSON IS ON THE OTHER SIDE OF
THE HOUSE BUT YOU CAN STILL HEAR ALL THE SHIT POURING OUT OF THEIR
MOUTH. DIE DIE DIE!!!!!!!
I swear if it weren't for people like
Katie, Meg, and all the other awesome people I know I'd totally grab
the nearest container of Clorox and drink all of it so I'd die. RAWR.
It's times like these I wish for a punching bag. So I can like vent my
anger without snapping all my pencils in half. Cos that? Is wasteful.
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Wow, I haven't updated this
thing in 4 months. Holy crap! I didn't mean to wait so long to update,
but yeah. Oops. I know 10 years from now when I'm old and grey I shall
look back at my LJ, and I'll think, "What the fuck? Stupid, stupid,
stupid Sean!" Not that I don't already think that now, but yeah.
Sooooooooooooo what's been
going on since July 14? Hmm. Well, obviously school has started. Sexy,
no? August 7th was the day I went back to school. Shall I break it
down? No, I shant. First I shall describe some of the more recent
events. OMGWTFLOL!
OK I lied. Kind of. I won't
get into the class-by-class breakdown crap for a while, but I have this
to say: MOO! School's been keeping me pretty busy. Sometimes I loathe
it. -_- Sometimes I just want to do something for myself, and I totally
realize that school is supposed to help me but sometimes it's like
DOUBLEEWETEEEFFSHUTUPSCHOOLANDDIEKTHXBYE. Meh! Honestly, I can't
remember most of the stuff that's gone on outside of school from the
past four months. So hmm. I think I shall breakdown the last 2
weekends. Oh snap!
Last Friday was totally
Meg's birthday party. Yay! I was late though, because I'm late to
everything, except this time it wasn't all my fault cos I didn't drive
there myself. Oh snap! Anyway, it was a very nice evening. We went to
Xanadu @ Hollywood Connection for skating. I didn't skate much,
because, well, I skate rather shitaliciously. Not a big surprise
considering any physical activity undertaken by Shawn Flavory is doomed
to failure. But it was fun, though. We spent a lot of time at the
diner, which was fine by me though towards the end this group of
annoying middle schoolers came in and it was like OMG WTF GO BACK IN
YOUR MOTHER'S WOMB NOW!!!!!!!! before I cut you. Afterwards we went up
to the arcade, where Meg beat me twice at table hockey. Bad hobag! I
can't believe someone with a sheep impediment beat me. *sniffle*!
Last Saturday was a pretty fun-packed day. First, I went to see Marie Antoinette
with Meg. It was a good movie, though it was very light on plot. You
know, I really can't even describe what went on in that movie. Usually
there's one theme or plot that at least drives a film, no? But not with
this one. The movie's essential message was really that Miz Antoinette
was just like any normal girl who just happened to have a shitload of
wealth and prestige. o0o0o, it also chronicled Marie's attempts to get
penii. Mmm. It was solid, and I really thought everyone did a fabulash
(thank you, Halle!) job. After the movie, I went to CHS to help set up
for Oktoberfest. Oktoberfest was pretty fun. Pretty much everyone from
our lunch bunch last year was there, except Sierra. I came dressed as
"purple boa man." Herf. The last hour wasn't the most fun for me cos I
had to man the ticket counter, but oh well. Things got better again
when they played Madonna. <333 x 10.3
Last Sunday Elizabeth, Meg,
and I had a study party for AP Microeconomics at my house. It was fun,
but we didn't get any studying done. I literally only had like 5 notes
written down from our study party. In terms of what we accomplished it
was pretty bad, but I had fun. xD
On Monday, we went to the
Atlanta Holocaust museum. It was fascinating, though the movie we
watched in AP World the Friday before made me more sad than the museum
trip.
The week itself was pretty
mundane, though on Friday afternoon I was freaking out because Mrs.
Wingard sent out an email about GHP, which I won't delve into here. I
was like on the brink of hyperventelation. Twas pretty bad.
Yesterday, I went to see Running with Scissors
with Meg. It was...odd. I was expecting it to be a bit lighter in tone.
I thought it would involve FUN! OVER THE TOP! crazy people. But no.
These bitches were batshit crazy. My favorite characters in the movie
were definitely Augusten, Agnes, and Natalie. I was totally squeal!ing
when Agnes first showed up, cos she was watching Dark Shadows
reruns while eating dog kibble. Overall, I thought the movie was a
bit...unbalanced. All the actors were yum, but it could've been better.
After the movie Meg couldn't keep it ("it" being a quarter) in her
pants. The nerve! :-p
Oooh, I got a different
haircut before school started. I like it. It's a lot longer than
before. Now all I need to do is ditch the glasses and banish these
manoobs of mine. Sigh.
Homeroom - Oooo, I have Mr.
Cypert this year. He's pretty cool, and he doesn't get pissed off at us
as much as Mrs. Hull did. I usually study for my German tests in there
or talk with Meg. Oh yes, I also drive to school now, which I have to
say is pretty smexy. I get to school earlier than I did last year.
Well, I used to get to school earlier. Lately I've been barely making
it, but whatever, right?
British Literature - I love
Mrs. Carter's class! I guess I'm pretty lucky to have had 3 awesome
English teachers. At first I was a bit apprehensive about it - we have
to do quotation responses, which reminded me of the Dialetical Journals
from AP Lang that I really, really don't miss in the least.
Surprisingly, I kind of like them. Right now we're in the middle of Macbeth and The Picture of Dorian Grey. I flove Dorian Gay.
:p 'Tis an awesome book! Yeah. Mrs. Carter likes my essays, which makes
me happy cos I'm a total praise whore. Praise whore. Hmm. Not my
favorite term. For some reason it conjures up images of some
televangelist in his office with an underage girl going "BITCH! Youz
gonna be mah PRAISE WHORE! PRAISE DA LAWD!" Moo. Anyway. Meg and
Elizabeth are both in this class with me, which makes me veddy happy.
Yay!
AP Microeconomics - Gag me
with a spoon. Ms. Wells is nice and all, but she doesn't really teach
much to us as a class. You have to ask her individually. Most of the
time she doesn't even give us anything to do in class, so I just talk
to Meg. I don't mind not having anything to do, but when it comes time
to take a test? I'm screwed like woah.
German II - Yay, we have an
actual German room this year. Too bad it has that weird "dark AP US
History-esque room" quality to it. *shrug* Most of the class continues
to bitch this year. Yay! Right? -_- Um, I sit at a table with Taylor,
Jared, and Caleb. Taylor and Jared are pretty awesome. Not much else to
say.
Analysis - As much as I
complain about Analysis it's not that bad. I just don't like math. Mr.
Hampton is a pretty funny person. I kind of understand what I'm doing.
First quarter of the year I sat at a table with Alexis, Maggie, and
Sarah, all of them seniors. It was pretty fun, and I even acquired a
new name - "Doug", as Alexis didn't think I looked like a Sean. Oh my.
Anyway, we have new tables now, and I sit with Amber L and Jessica.
It's a pretty nice group, but I kind of miss my first one. Moo.
Lunch - My favorite period. Actually that's a lie, but it's the cliche
thing to say, so I said it. I eat up cliches. Mmm. I sit with Amber H,
Harris, Jonathan P, and their associates. It's okay, I guess, but it's
not as good as either of the lunch blocks from last year. Good times,
good times!
AP World History - I flove
history, so I automatically love this class. Mrs. Summerford is pretty
nice, and she's a pretty good teacher. I'm doing well in there. Yeah.
These class descriptions are dull and boring and I'm sorry if you've
actually sat there and read them. Lo siento! Again I sit next to Meg
and Elizabeth is in there, too. It's a pretty nifty class.
Grades from first quarter:
British Literature: 98
AP Microeconomics: 92
German II: 100
Analysis: 91
AP World History: 97
I like all my classes,
overall, which is a good thing cos next semester I have the exact same
classes with the exception of Analysis. I'll have Physics with Mr.
Richardson instead. Mmmm. Should be fun, right? But yeah, I'm happy
with my classes and the people that are in them. Meg and Elizabeth have
three classes with me. They're so lucky! :-p I'm doing pretty well in
these classes, which is of course a big plus.
I'm wondering if I should
do GHP. I mean, I realize the deadline has passed but I think they'll
still let me apply. At least that's how Mrs. W made it sound. You see,
it just seems like such a commitment. Six weeks? I might not even go
even if I'm accepted because we may be visiting Germany over the
summer. The classes seem fun. But there's going to be so many smart
people there, and large masses of smart people intimidate me. Cos, ya
know, maybe they'll realize how stupid I really am?
Isn't it funny how people
perceive you? I can understand why people think I'm quiet. Hell, in
school, I am quiet, unless you're one of the chosen few who gets to
hear me talk nonstop. :-p Someone described me recently as someone who
never argues with people. Herf? I mean, I don't go out of my way to
antagonize others, but if they're being crackmonkeys I'll call them on
it. Sometimes. Maybe I am a pushover. Who cares. Who knows. Herf. Oh
well.
Friday I became totally addicted to reading ljsecrets. Someone sent in this secret with a reference to The Office
and it really made me go AWWW. Maybe cos I feel the same way? :-/ It
was something along the lines of "I know you've always thought of me as
a Dwight, cos I'm sometimes weird and nerdy, but if you would give me
the chance I'll be your Jim." Awww! Okay. Random picture:
So yeah. There was my
update. Pretty sucky, no? Oh well. Hopefully next time when I don't
have so much stuff to establish it shall be more interesting. or at
least shorter. Holy cupcakes, this thing is looooooongggggggg. But
yeah. Outty!
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| I have to share this. It might seem corny; it might seem hokey; whatever.
Everybody's Free to Wear Sunscreen
By Mary Schmich (Chicago Tribune)
Ladies and gentlemen of the class of '97:
Wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.
The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas
the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering
experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not
understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust
me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way
you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you
really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as
effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The
real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your
worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who
are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're
behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in
doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The
most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with
their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're
gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you
won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on
your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself
too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are
everybody else's.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what
other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be
nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most
likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should
hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the
older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in
Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will
philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when
you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children
respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe
you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run
out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look
85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it.
Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from
the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it
for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
I'll update. One day.
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