who needs five dollar foot longs?

""""If you had to enter the Witness Protection Program, whom would you find it the hardest to NOT ever contact again?""""
what a very odd question, livejournal. i'd have to say the old guy at the corner store who sells candy bars for 75 cents. THATS 24 CENTS CHEAPER THAN THE GROCERY STORE OHMYGOSH
speaking of the cornerstore, i bought my dinner there last night apres le nager. kiwistrawberry juice, poptarts and gum. the best. only four bucks. also saw migs. i punched him and ran away
very mature, saniiii, very mature

trent reznor seems a very angry person. i'd like to meet him. i've decided i am secretly malicious and evil due to the fact that i am ADDICTED TO TORTURING SPARKLEPANTS mauauauuauauauhahahahahhamuuuuuuuuahahahhaha
i love being mean to him. and i feel bad for feeling happy. it is a complicated emotion that is topped off with an ~evil~ laugh. well, maybe if he weren't such a CREEPER i'd feel worse. :D --dance--

anyways i was at the game last night. an game of epic proportions. and disco music. i, mon ami, am a dancing FIEND. as said prior, the lovely miggy was present, sitting high in the bleachers all ~angry facing~ while i, near the middle with my awesome frrieeends was doing the wave and well.. dancing ?? fun times.. waiting for lester to get there... do do do.. leeeeeesssterrrr where are yoo0o0ouuu.. watching the door and suddenly the epitome of "not gay"-ness appeared. i pulled the *turn around and avoid being seen manoeuver* and whilst glancing back i realized HE WAS STARING RIGHT AT ME waiting for me to wave or some shizzo like that because [thank goodness for once] he's not even confident enough to find his own friggin' seat.
so i *ahem* ~pretended~ to be staring longingly at miguel *ahem* ~pretending~ until migs himself accidentally caught my eye and i freaked out. the only logical thing to do was to begin dancing. *dance dance dance dance heck yes i am dancing cough cough* this was all caught on video... sigh... well when i next looked up il a disparu!! and took to the bleachers on the whole other side of the gym with JACK ... lester never actually showed up :[ but it was ridiculously fun regardless

billy sent me a message [via mahspace] saying how ava kept him from going to the game. it was the most un-billy thing i've ever heard him.....well i guess i didnt hear him say it... but he has a very distinct way of phrasing things and this was writtin all different-like. obviously miffed. i went all *do do do awkward turtle*

turns out our whole varsity boys relay team qualifies for state. this includes kevin, chris, ori and michael [all of whom are aiming to attend prom] so there may be hope for my "ahem perfect night of dancing and more dancing"

yipee

"Whenever books are burned men also in the end are burned." --Heinrich Heine

farenheit 451 was the only book i sincerely liked reading for english. ................................ well........i plan to use it on my APtest because i dont remember any other book except for crime and punishment.

i am so uninteresting... sorry.,.

so....

"hurt" is just about the saddest song i have ever heard

coach's dryland from yesterday has made it so my thighs kind of cant move. i hobble around like im 98 years old
sometimes i wish i could sleep properly as to let my body heal up after such insanities as "the ring of fire"
lunges are of the devil, i swear.

cut practice to watch a bootleg of x-men origins with billy and lester, without the special effects ... not the best movie. GAMBIT WAS FINALLY IN AN XMEN MOVIE . .... he was always my favorite from like the comics :X
i read them when i was like seven, okay?? my brother was obsessed and i like worshipped him. my brother, i mean. well.. gambit too.

probably should have worked on my butterfly stroke. billy and ava are kinda fighting and i feel like... : XXXXXXXX ~tension~ je n'aime pas.

i've done my homework without actually ~doing~ my homework. trick is to use big words and write messy. at least at my school, the teachers are too stressed to actually attempt reading any low-points assignments. i only utilize brain power on like.. essays.. i have beautifully finetuned my slacker skills in my four years of high school..speaking of high, miguel wasnt today. it was weird. he was nice to me and joked around and acted like he used to last year when i so-called ~fell for him~ hah. psh. whatever. he will be back to "normal" by tomorrow.

i am afraid to get up. my legs might cease to support my body.
i am afraid to go to sleep. i might dream about zombies or something equally fleshily-harmful

i dont 'like' like billy. idont know why i get paranoid whenever ava is there, that she will think he's cheating on her. i get sooo paranoid. i read once that if you feel uncomfortable,it usually means you guys are more than friends. and i dont feel like more than friends.
in better news, i won ten bucks in statistics today because i was the first one to solve a matrix problem. ironic thing is i was doing my english homework during the lecture and i still beat everyone. sometimes i wonder if something is terribly wrong with the educational system. ten dollars. :D im RICH!!!!! [no sarcasm..]

"closer" is properly explicit... speaking of explicit is this boy in my french class [ and swim team of course ] has the best body i have ever seen. high school boys should not have six packs. it makes it extremely difficult to not run across the room and commence macking. frenching in french class. teehehehe..negative phrases in past tense were just not working for me. thank goodness im not a boy. thank goodness a thousand times over.
i know he's one of those ~concerned~ people. but like the songs at least

funny how everyone is using "FML" now. it's like......... the new "WTF" ......sigh.
i should have been a teenager in the late eighties. then i could call all these kids 'disrespectfulwhippersnappers' and not "peers" and then i'd have graduated highschoolabillionyearsago

laaaaaaaaa

i am convinced the only thing necessary in life is nine inch nails and charlie the unicorn.
then again, my brain is kinda shot from practice and overeating, so everything is kinda phenomenal.
nothing much matters, not james or jason or even marcus. my brain calls for precious sleep
sleep... it says.. CANNOT SLEEP
nevertheless i have A's in 4 classes, B- in the only class i need to pass in order to graduate, and a ? in maths.
i am only waiting until the fateful day in which i run across that stupid stage. and grad night. that should be rather cool sauce.
maybe THEN i will be able to sleep
i forsee at least three more hours of me killing time [but no homework being completed] dreadful
-> "i am really cool sauce" that is what he is saying
sleep is overrated
so are cookies. i made jason like twenty for his birthday and he didnt even make out with me
oh yeah, his girlfriend
poo.

Swimming

well "to get rid of writer's block" I AM POSED TO TELL YOU MAH FAVORITE COOKIE. instead i will tell you i close my eyes every time i downstroke for breastroke. i realized this lately, that if i keep my eyes open it feels like i am going nowhere. how very odd. OKAY FINE CHOCOLATE CHIP. what a let down.

sigh. it seems i have a million things to say until the point in time i have the opportunity to say something. HMPH
well, i shall turn to swimming. practice took FOREVER today. the whole frickin DAY took forever and a half. but half hour in i was pretty much thinking "yeah, i think i'll quit the team right now." but in reality, i dont want to let down chris [WHO AGAIN CUT PRACTICE], so i have to distract myself with things like "let's compare my relative speed in breastroke with my eyes open versus eyes closed." that took up about two minutes. FLY FISH FLY!
they look like fishies :D

today coach informed us that state swim competition is a month and three days from now.on the day of prom. to this announcement, my teamates kinda murmured "cough okay..?" because our underfunded swim team usually has no entries into the competition, and no one cares about state. nobody. maybe one or two in a good year.
alright, so about three weeks ago, i asked Kevin to go to prom with me HOW UNCONVENTIONAL SANI HOW ON EARTH COULD YOU COMMIT SUCH AN UNSPEAKABLE ACT??? okay, so the truth is, sparklebutt was the first one to ask me SO HOW BOUT THAT PROM HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM and i responded OH DEAR MY, SOMEONE HAS ASKED ME PREViOUS TO YOU I AM DREADFULLY SORRY UM SANI UMWHO? KEVIN YOU DONT KNOW HIM HE GOES TO THE ALTERNATIVE SCHOOL MEANT FOR GENIUSES I USED TO GO THERE
BUT I WASNT QUITE SMART ENOUGH TO SUCCEED IN SUCH AN INSTITUTION UM THE OKAY COOL UM THE YEAH
after this conversation, i decided i should probably transform a lie into a semitruth, went home and VIA FACEBOOK asked him out. i was going to ask him anyways, but sparklebutt tends to be on the stalker-ish side and would probably track down poor kevin and interrogate him. and i dont like to be caught in lies. especially by "not-gay" creepers. the point of it all is Kevin was rather juiced it seemed, he is cute [borderline hot] and a swimmer. what more does a girl need? not much, mes amis, not much. it is like a fairy book tale.

SO GUESS WHO IT TURNS OUT IS THE ONLY TEAM SWIMMER WHO QUALIFIES FOR COUNTY COMPETITION [which is the same day as prom] WITH HIS PHENOMENAL 500free TIMES?
they say karma comes back around. i am dealing with the issue at hand by avoiding it DEALING WITH THIS LATER

so i turned to comtemplating the last class of the day, an underfunded art course. i walk in the door to see miggy sitting [as per usual] in the corner, painting another beautiful piece of art [*ahem* "not a bong"]. a new haircut and he is ALMOST clean shaven, but lit [as per usual] like a candle.
he, as the despicable senior he is, is flirting with Asia, a deviant freshman with little to no intelligence that i can detect. this is the second time in the past month she has actually come to the easiest class in the world to pass. [as per usual] i am ignored for the most part and all attempts at talking are misconstrued into sexual innuendos. T__T sigh... ANYWAY MIGGY IS A BIG FAT JERK FACE and i make up my mind that i hate him. i hate his guts, the jerk, the effin loser i hate him. i am going to cut class for the remainder of the year just so i wont have to see his ugly mug any longer. right then i see miguel get up to talk to this special ed student who shows him his clay bowl. he smiles and chats with him softly and then gives him a high five. all this unbeknownst to the clueless asia, who probably doesnt even know what "pi" is. [she doesnt]WHY CaaaaNT HE LET ME JUST HATE HIM? WHY DOES HE HAVE TO BE SO imperfectly PERFECT?!!??! something like this always happens. i love who he is, even if he isnt that same person when it comes to me. T__T
needless to say, this contemplation did not help me, much less the people behind me in the cycle swimming HOLDING UP THE LINE SWIM FASTER SANIIII sigh. sigh. sigh. can't butterfly.
lester bought me a burger at lunch today. billy called me over to go to lunch with everyone because his car had a spare seat and i jumped at the chance to hang out with ava lester and khalif even though i had no money. well saint chibi, i never have money anyway. i just said i wasnt really hungry and i just wanted to hang out and not eat :D.. so i sit back at the table while everyone goes to the counter to order. they come back BEARING FOOD AND GOODNESS. and lester hands me a chicken burger and i just about marry him right then and there. food is the way to my heart. sort of. i dont have feelings for lester. but i do for food. i was so happy sauce.
SWIM FASTER SANI SWIM FASTER THEY SAY .. well.. COACH SAYS.. teammates dont much care if they get to swim slower.. lazy bums

Characters

well, i am not going to bed anytime soon, so i may as well increase my blogosphericnessthingamajiggo. first of all. i love U2 so much. bono is like my newfound hero. i am currently somewhat obsessed with 80's music.. don't ask me why, but i find it quite utter awesome sauce. anyway, . HOORAY FOR uhh... whatsitcalled.... uh yeah.. for the reoccuring characters of my so-called life. !or whoever is most likely to show up on this whateverblogthingadoo.
**first of all is the token creepy dude i always seem to be plagued by. i will hereby refer to him as SPARKLEBUTT mostly due to the fact he is an [ex] male cheerleader who is "not gay" and perhaps the most mundane person in the world. He is rich, has been rich forever, and doesnt really understand the definition of tribulation or hardship. All in all, he wears a [REAL] leather jacket, talks in this weird lisp, and has a creepy spontaneous limp. He has been trying [in a tediously roundabout way] to get at me, and he happens to show up all the time. HE HAS A CAR, OKAY, PEOPLE? A GIRL NEEDS A RIDE SOMEWHERE EVERY NOW AND THEN. my association with him is currently unavoidable
**second is Billy.. okay? he is like my bestest buddy and counteracts the evil creepysauceness of sparklebutt by being the most awesome person in the world. he also drives a prius, and is thus my hero, because i can generally avoid asking sparklebutt for favors [any favor i ask of him is interpreted as me "secretly coming on to him" which is bad sauce]. he's got this hilarious deadpan-type humor and a girlfriend named Ava ..i cant describe how utterly perfect for each other they are, i almost want to cry because they are so cute together. Billy's best friend is Lester who is like the second most awesome person in the world. he has a wonderful sense of humor and a really good laugh. I think us four make a fairly good group of friends.
**i guess now this is like... fifth isChris who was my first real friend at my current high school, who convinced me to go out for swimming with him. he is a persuasive genius and can convince anyone that HE IS RIGHT AND YOU ARE WRONG. we argue a lot. and discuss food combonations involving peanut butter and stuff like cream cheese. he "hates pda" but always manages to have a girlfriend because he looks like a male model. he practically IS one. his current "on and off and on" girl friend is .. Christine.. if you didnt notice, their names really are almost exactly the same]. i wont go into detail about her. i am still admittedly a bit bitter about this whole set up. all in all he is the person i consider myself closest to : \ ....
** sixth and most worstest is Miguel who i am kind of not-so-secretly in love with. for the past two years. ..he's an angry pothead loser who happens to dress in all black and draw like some sort of artistic genius. it is a classic he-ignores-me-so-i-still-love-him type of thing. i have tried [quite unsuccessfully] to fall out of "love" with him but it has yet to work. he and i are the only ones who know about our non-relationship, no one else knows about our non-history. [which involves a series of conversations, glances, and a very embarrassing love-confession-followed-by-rejection incident]
sorry if this is excruciatingly boring to read, you PEDOPHILE STALKER MAN, but i want the general background taken care of so i dont have to deal with it later.bleh!
look. now i will show you the coolest person in the whole entire worldthe whole world