halibut point road works for me...

Everyone knows about Green Day’s new single called “Boulevard of Broken Dreams.” But not everyone knows that Nat King Cole, Brian Setzer, Joe De Luca, and several others have already used their cheesy song title. (Yes, I'll admit, I can happily tap my foot to the song...)

But why would so many people move to such an area in the first place? Maybe the realtors should be blamed for not making it part of their standard disclosures. They should be legally required to discuss it: “This house is in a lovely neighborhood, very close to schools and parks. However, I’m obligated by law to tell you that it’s on a boulevard of broken dreams.”
Neighborhoods should band together and fight the situation when it occurs, this way they allow houses to go unvacated and to fall into disrepair. They should post flyers about the issue:

“NEIGHBORHOOD IS TURNING INTO BOULEVARD OF BROKEN DREAMS.

PLEASE ATTEND MEETING AT THE PARKER'S HOUSE TO

DISCUSS ACTION @ 3 PM ON SUNDAY AFTER CHURCH.

POTLUCK: BRING CASSEROLE OR DESSERT.”

I bet Greenday didn't read this far into it...

drama via msn

I find it rather silly how there are little emotions and patterns to our behaviors on msn (and/or other online chatting facilities). We have these childish ways of judging others and they’re feelings. Did you wait for them to say goodbye before you logged off?
How long does it take for them to respond? Short, quick responses (within a minute) equals you-have-their-undivided-attention. However, long responses that take more than 2 minutes equals uninterested and preoccupied msn buddies. Its pretty comical… Especially when you try to keep the conversation going with stupid crap…

someone says:
I’m bored.
elaina says:
Cool
someone says:
no, its not cool
elaina says:
i'm sorry

will I be roommates with an anti-social, euro-goth?

OMG. (I'm not really saying that, its all artificial stress.) College application deadlines are fast approaching. My BIG 4 are:

Seattle University
Gonzaga University
Whitworth College
Western Washington University

And here is my logic:

Seattle U - I love Seattle and the school is amidst the weirdest part of Seattle; Broadway of Capitol Hill. Also, I have tons of family there to hang out with on the holidays. Seattle is close to home and near the ocean.

Gonzaga - Big, good, fun school. However, Spokane is gray. I have a friend in the Spokane area. Great snowboarding opportunities.

Whitworth - Maybe I could make the softball team? -That would rock. Also, its a pretty little campus. Again, its in Spokane (friend, snowboarding, but yucky sky color and no ocean).

Western - Everybody and there mother, brother, sister, grandma, aunt, cousin, and best friend is going there. Yet, it has a gorgeous campus, its next to the ocean, and kinda close to family and Seattle.

So, I will apply in the month to come and see what happens...

Meanwhile, I heard a silly thing from a friend when I asked her about the college/dorm life at her school in Cali:

Gracie said:
I'm really happy, I finally switched rooms so I'm not with my anti-social, euro-goth roommate any more!
It's nice having a roommate that talks and occasionally leaves the room.

(True words spoken from a blond graduate of JDHS.)

text messages

People can do ‘em while driving, while eating, while working, while studying, geez, and even while using the toilet! -You can text message pretty much anywhere.
As a matter of a fact, that’d probably make a pretty good commercial. Some guy sending text messages from a roller coaster, from a bus, from the bathroom… Yeah. Just like that.
Anyway, even if you don’t text message, you are probably still familiar with those who do. They have there necks bent down, head focused in on their phone, and fingers clicking away. Most likely, you’ll hear a series of beeps, short rings, and vibrating tones while they partake in their addiction. For 10 cents each or $6 per month (for up to 1000 messages), you can join the texting team! But keep in mind that for just 37 cents, you can send an entire letter to someone and its far more personal. Even better, you can send emails, anytime, for free! And even better, than better, you can use msn, unlimited, for free, as many messages as you want, anytime of the day, for free!

But, when you’re on the go,
And you gotta contact a friend or foe,
And you don’t know what’s gonna happen next,
just TEXT!

baby in a basket

Yeah, so, life, wow... rain... homework and stuff... Yeah, and I saw a baby in a basket... Yeah, then I got in my car... Wait! What? A baby in a basket? WTF!?
Kaari and I were downtown, walking along the sidewalk when a couple passed. They were each holding a handle of a basket, and sticking out the top was a baby's head. They were walking around carrying a baby in a basket like it wasnt no thang...

dissect: to take apart, look inside, cut open

Headbanger: Person prone to banging one's head.
Ignorant: Headbanger.
Welcome class, to Music 101. Today we'll be discussing the art of headbanging, and those who partake in such an art, namely, headbangers. Headbangers primarily listen to loud, outdated music that died along with the eighties. Although there are sensible headbangers, and even some decent headbanger bands, the majority of headbangers are known to be overly hostile when they feel their music is being threatened, defensive of their artform, and prone to violent attacks if you make fun of spandex or poofy hair. They can easily be recognized by their oversized headphones (which are ALWAYS hanging around their neck).

in the food court: juicy bbq ribs meal

Yeah, that's what was posted on the Sea Mart bulletin board. And upon reading it, my mouth did NOT start watering as a reaction to a growing appetite. Instead, I was repulsed by the word "juicy" used to describe a food as if it was good. When I think of "juicy," I think of bloody steak, (juicy) gossip, disappointing soup you get at the end of a day at a crappy restaurant, and other disgusting things I'd rather not put into words... The only thing I'd like to be juicy are fruits; nothing else.
So, please, Sea Mart, do not describe your food as "juicy" in hopes of making it appealing.

P.S. Upon doing a Yahoo! search for "juicy," the majority of the results were for a clothing line called "Juicy Couture Clothing." However, I also came up with the following interesting results:
Juicy Fruit: Wrigley Gum (logical)
Juicy Vignettist: Juicy Existance - "Don't bite into something juicy if you're not up for getting wet."
Juicy Fruit: Hilary Duff (what the heck!?)
Nantucket Nectars: "stories and facts about Nantucket Nectars, the company, as well as other juicy guy fun." (sounds interesting)
Fresh + Juicy: A British Person's Blog
Juicy Cerebellum: "this is where there are no sacred cows. where everyone is normal cause nobody is sane." (does that even make sense? oh well)
The Naked Dancing Llama Page (how is THAT juicy?)
Juicy: Mascot Music (WTF?)

Yeah... There's definitely more out there, but I'll let you do the rest of the investigating.

search: originality... FOUND!

During Friday night's game, I was very, very spirited. I yelled beyond the point of losing my voice (as its still fuzzy). As I was woopin' and hollerin' I noticed that I was far louder than our new "Pep Club." It turned out they were a little bit more into the social aspect of the game...
I grabbed the attention of one of the peppy girls who was mid-conversation, facing opposite of the game, and I asked her, "Without looking, who is winning the game?"
She gave me an awkward look, turned towards the scoreboard and said, "We are!?" -She wasn't even sure! Well, she was wrong, the score was actually 20-26, we were down.
I said, "Way to go Pep Club!" as I pointed towards the actual score.
Needless to say, I'm pretty disappointed in the current efforts of the Pep Club. They should get a little more involved than wearing silly hats/sunglasses and t-shirts with red, white and blue marker.
However...
I give 100 props, high fives, pats on the back, and whatever else to Lavenda and the Step Team! (If you missed out on it, you can view it via the "first" and "second" links on my main page.)
Holy cow, I've never seen something so original, gutsy, and daring from the students of Sitka High School! I am shocked out of my pants and torn in disbelief.
Keep it up, step teamers, and maybe you can take the place of our current drill team...

number 2 (no, not the dirty duty)

Sitka High had its second bomb threat this week. Students were just beginning to arrive and were sitting around in the commons when the fire alarms went off! Everyone evacuated to the parking lot (including the poor basketball players in the shorts/tanks). Most of us just thought that someone had pulled the fire alarm, but it was soon announced that we had received another bomb threat (at 8:35 am) and so had Blatchley. The plan was for us to hop on buses to the Centennial Building. Well, the shivering, lightly-clothed, ballers got on the first bus to the Centennial while the rest of us just stood around shivering in the snowy, cold weather.
Then, I had the novel idea that since school hadn't even started yet, I should just walk away! "Yay!" you might say while clapping your hands together. But no. -As I began walking out of the parking lot, a very disgruntled Senora Riggs walked in my path and said, "Where do you think you're going!?" Again, I was with Coral Pendall (we were on the way to her car which was around the back). Riggs told us that we could NOT leave, even though school hadn't started and we were freezing in the middle of a hazardous parking lot. Under most circumstances, I would not have let an ex-porn star stop me, but I didn't have my car.
So we herded back together with the rest of the sheep.
Then I saw my comrade, Kaari, pull in with her Toyota Rav. She drove up to us and motioned for us to load up, so we did. She told us that Mrs. Seesz said she could just go home and come back when it was all over. Now you might be on the edge of your seat, biting your lip, thinking, "Yes! Finally!" But no. As we began to drive out of the potentially dangerous parking lot, Mrs. Will came running out in front of our vehicle, flailing her arms. She made us stop and roll down the window, "Where do you think you're going?" she inquired.
"Outta here! We don't want to die!" Kaari confidently said.
And then we sped off to the Backdoor where we had yummy hot cocoa and chai (for Bryanna).
NOT. Instead, Kaari cowered down to the teacher she idolizes and said, "No where Mrs. Will. I'll go back and park over there."
We turned around and sat in the perilous lot. Within minutes, school officials were herding students into the gym where they were "pretty confident" that it was safe.
We sat there for 10 minutes while the teachers checked their classrooms. Mr. Bekeris sarcastically said, "I'm risking my life for you kids! Goodbye!"
While we waited, many of us phoned our friends and warned them not to come to school. However, Mr. Hawk got on the microphone and said, "Do not use your cell phones. They may activate SOMETHING." -Everyone laughed. Its funny how cell phones are blamed for everything now: plane crashes, gas stations exploding, cancer, and now bombs being activated?
The teachers were done searching their classrooms and back in no more than 10 minutes. Everyone went back to class.
Way to go Sitka High and Sitka Police Dept., you did it again. A highly professional bomb threat procedure.

ahh! i feel so threatened

At approximately 8:41 am, Mr. Sparrowgrove entered the band room, muttered something to Mr. Purvis, and we were cut off right in the middle of "Cruisin' for a Bluesin.'" Mr. Purvis, with a stark, white look, said, "Everyone, in the commons. There has been a bomb threat."
We all looked at each other, thinking, "What?" But within seconds we were all smiling about it. We knew it was fake, so we were pretty appreciative of some gutsy guy who called from his cell phone to prevent us from having to go to class! -Which, ultimately, was not nearly as satisfying as it should have been because we were still required to attend all classes.
When we got out to the commons, Mr. Hawk was giving a speech about the plan. He explained that we would all be getting on buses down to Blatchley. I immediately began looking around, plotting for my escape, but I noticed teachers guarding all of the exits. I tried to convince a few peers to make a stampeding run for it, but they wimped out on me. Finally, I convinced Coral Pendall to make a run for the band room corridor with me, but Mrs. Macklin reached out and hollered, "NO GIRLS! GET BACK!"
I wimpered, "But Mrs. Macklin! I need my schoolwork! I wouldn't want to waste all that time!"
She looked at me sternly and stepped further into my path, "NO, GET BACK!"
I almost laughed in her face. But instead I walked back to the commons and began complaining. I don't think it was very fair that they held us captive the way they did. I am 18 years old. I am old enough to die for my country, buy cigarettes in most of the Lower 48, legally date anyone, get tattooed/pierced, be charged as an adult, live on my own, have a credit card, fly alone, be out as late as I want, vote, get married, but they wouldn't allow me to leave a potentially exploding building? Nonetheless, Sitka High School?
So, I gave into their silly antics and boarded the big yellow bus. At the middle school, we were forced to SIT in the bleachers and do nothing. -No, we weren't allowed to STAND on the gym floor... Mrs. Will and others were running around exclaiming, "BE SEATED." Each teacher had a silly blue booklet that said, "Emergency Procedures," or something of the likeness. It was ridiculous. Finally, my dad showed and confronted Mr. Sparrowgrove, "Hello Lyle, can I excuse Elaina?"
Mr. Sparrowgrove looked at my father quickly, and said, "Do whatever you want! You can excuse her for the whole day if you want. " -Mr. S was TOed.
Within 45 minutes, calls were out telling students to return to class. -As if the school were really bomb-free within less than an hour? Whatev, Sitka Police Department and Sitka School District, whatev.

petite folie

Last night, Jesse and crew pumped up a bon fire at Magic Island. A police officer arrived at about 8:30 to remind us that the park closed at 10 pm, so our fun there only lasted that long.

Via the beach, Bryanna and I spotted a window (in a nearby house) with a strobe light flashing. We determined that it was a bedroom of a young couple up for a little passion...

Ted stepped in some dog poop early on in the night, so we had to drop him off... And all of our other planned fun was spoiled, so that wrapped up the evening.

uggghhh

Even though Napoleon Dynamite was sponsored by some silly people, it had some pretty good lines...

• Kid on bus: What are you gonna do today, Napoleon? Napoleon: Whatever I feel like I wanna do, gosh!
• Napoleon: [referring to Deb's milk] I see you're drinking 1%. Is that 'cause you think you're fat? 'Cause you're not. You could be drinking whole if you wanted to.
• Napoleon: "Do the chicken's have sharp talons?"
• Deb: And here we have some boondoggle key chains. A must-have for this season's fashion. Napoleon: I already made like infinity of those at scout camp.
• Kip: Napoleon, don't be jealous that I've been chatting online with babes all day.
• Napoleon: I spent like three hours shading the upper lip.
• Napoleon: Lucky.
• Napoleon: You know, there's like a butt-load of gangs at this school. This one gang kept wanting me to join because I'm pretty good with a bowstaff.
• Napoleon: Dang! You got shocks, pegs... lucky! You ever take it off any sweet jumps? Napoleon: [Pedro jumping] You got like three feet of air that time.
• Deb: What are you drawing? Napoleon: A liger. Deb: What's a liger? Napoleon: It's pretty much my favorite animal. It's like a lion and a tiger mixed... bred for its skills in magic.
• Napoleon: Vote for Pedro. Pedro offers you his protection.
• Napoleon: I caught you a delicious bass.
• Pedro: If I win, you can be my secretary or something. Napoleon: Sweet!
• Kip: Your mom goes to college.
• Nathan: Napoleon, give me some of your tots. Napoleon: No, go find your own. Nathan: Come on, give me some of your tots. Napoleon: No, I'm freakin' starving! I didn't get to eat anything today. Nathan: [kicks the tots] Napoleon: Ugh! Gross! Freakin' idiot!
• Napoleon: Well, will you do me a favor then? Can you bring me my chapstick? Kip: No, Napoleon. Napoleon: But my lips hurt real bad! Kip: Just borrow some from the school nurse. I know she has like five sticks in her drawer. Napoleon: I'm not gonna use hers, you sicko! Kip: See ya. Napoleon: Ugh! Idiot!
• Napoleon: Well, what is there to eat? Grandma: Knock it off Napoleon, just make yourself a dang quesa-dilluh!
• Napoleon: Sorry I'm late. I just got done taming a wild honeymoon stallion for you guys.