I'm off to the final fontier or something: a private blog.

If you're seriously dedicated to knowing what's going on in my life, uh, e-mail me or something. Just make sure I know you. I'm not giving the address to just anyone. Me and my standards, huh?

'bye Katio Show. You I'll miss you and your mocrappity templates.

I need to blog. Like...now. Or Averie will have my head, yo.
Mood: Canadian!
Sound: IM 'ding!'

In two years something so major will change the course of my lifetime...and you don't get to know about it! Mleh!
Sorry folks. It's top secret. But let me give you one little clue: Canada. Oh heck, here's another one: Willie Aames. Okay, so Willie isn't a clue, but he was so cool on Charles in Charge, eh? New boy in the neighborhood, he lives downstairs and it's un- okay, okay. I'll stop...CHARLES IN CHARGE OF OUR- ...oh, you hate me don't you?

School is relatively easy. I hate Algebra, though. Good thing I've only got TWO MORE YEARS OF IT. Sigh. I luff Language Arts. It's really easy. You read, and show that you understand what you're reading. That's it.

I feel like a big nerd because I'm in love with Adam Lamberg. Even he's too old for me, at eighteen. When, oh when, will I find a guy who is my age? Probably never because fifteen-year-olds are such immature poop-heads.

I want my The Drew Carey Show script. Someday it will be hanging on my Canadian mantle.

Such a dork, I know.

I've got to go compare Cleveland hotel prices...later days (hahahahaha! Only big, Disney watching dorks would get that one, right Jason?)

...'bye.

Oh, Shawn Pyfrom, what's up with you stealing my heart and making me luff you? You're only a year older than I am! This doesn't work! Dude! He he...sorry.

I wish he were a natural red-head though, like his role of Danny on the made-for-TV movie "Come on Get Happy: The Partridge Family". Awww.

STUFF HAPPENED AND THEN I BOUGHT KITH MERCHANDISE...W00T
Mood: KitHy
Sound: Having an Average Weekend

Yesterday, for the first time in the history of the world...I drove a car. What the!
Yes, it's true. I did it and I enjoyed it..better yet, I enjoied it. Yeah, that's the ticket.
And this morning I ordered a bunch of KitH crap. It's for my Christmas presents from mum. I'm tired of getting stuff I don't want, so she was like "Fine...get whatever you want."
"The crap":

The Wrong Guy on DVD. Steff, eat your heart out. MWA!
The Best of the Kids in the Hall on VHS
The Best of the Kids in the Hall: Season 3 on VHS
The Best of the Kids in the Hall: Season 4 on VHS

Then of course there will be my loverly Tour of Duty DVD and probably another T-shirt. I slowly work my way into "Whoa...you're really into this crap" fandom!

THE COMMENTER IS GONE FOR GOOD.

Sorry. If you were in love with it, I...well...I don't know what to say. All I know is that it pisses me off how much the server goes down. I done..done...if you need to e-mail me, please feel free.

WHAAA?
Mood: I had two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches fer breakfast..bleh
Sound: Come on E- uhhh...I mean...uh, lesse, how about some random Tool song. That ought to make Steffy happy!

I'm very angry at myself. I'm enjoying Algebra. Damnit. I suppose the reason I didn't like it last year in the first place is because the school thought I was a genius in every subject and stuck me in advanced math and I was like "huhhuhuhuhwaitwhathuhuhuh?" ...indeed. So now that I'm getting individual attention and they have the time to pay attention to me, I've been put into basic Algebra. I'm not embaressed at all, if that's what some of you think. God no. I was embaressed when I couldn't do the work...so I says to Mabel, I says...
Am I the only fangirl out there who sometimes looks at Craig Northey's journal and says quietly to themselves, "Whaaa?"
Take this beautifully worded, but still confusing entry:
Draw your own hand drawing your hand. Talk about your tongue. Stare at your eye in the mirror. Smell the inside of your nose. Your mouth is full of spit. You must swallow it all day. Get your heart to think about each beat. Breathe in a casual and unimportant way. Listen to the microphone. Get out your Eno records.
I mean, really...who in the hell is Eno?

I pre-ordered the Tour of Duty DVD. I rocketh. Woosha!

BRUCE RECYCLES JOKES BUT I DON'T CARE...TRA LA LA.
Mood: Um...freakified
Sound: Come on Eileen- Save Ferris

Poor old Johnny Ray
Sounded sad upon the radio
Moved a million hearts in mono
Our mothers cried
Sang along, who'd blame them
Now you're grown, so grown, now I must say more than ever
Go toora loora toora loo rye aye
And we can sing just like our fathers

That's my theme song...for no reason at all..mwahahaha!
Okay, sorry.
Um, let's take it from the top. First of all, although I'm sure Mr. McCulloch did try his best, Stealing Harvard was, at most, a very, uh, intelligent (?) teen movie. Plus, even though "it's not a Tom Green movie", I must wonder why in the hell Tom was given so much screen time if it wasn't for him. Jason Lee seemed like he wasn't allowed to perform to his fullest comedic potential. And this was the first time I've seen the man in a movie so I'm not sure...but I wish he could have gotten more jokes instead of being left as, well...the stright man. Ooh, but I don't think I laughed as hard at any other joke (yes, even the "Steve, Kyle" joke..fo' reals) when Mr. Lee muttered "bastards" angrily about the insurence companies. It's just that he seemed so convictional about it...gahd.
Ahhh! It's Fidio (sp?) the lawyer! A doppelganger (there's that word again) for Bruce...with more hair! Ahhh! Brandie and I screamed when we saw him. Throughout the entire movie we had been trying to figure out where Bruce would appear. I thought for sure he'd be in a dress...or play one of the cops (wishful thinking..sigh). I luff that man. When he's not being "an arrogant asshole" (ha ha...newsgroups r00l), he rocks my socks in such a way that I can't wear socks anymore!
What the! A Kids in the Hall, Tour of Duty DVD? MWA! Too cool! Steff, we musta start the countdown..with a whole lotta milka (yes, I finally saw the sketch. I get it, I get it! Yay for getting stuff!)
Even though we strayed only a little...let's get back to Bruce...twenty-six years older than me Bruce...Brucio, member of a two-man posse (which, if all plans work, I shall join)...Bruce, whose Conan interview was nice..but not great. I had been expecting so much more from it. I mean, two of my favorite guys bantering back and forth for five minutes? What could be greater? Well..apparently Joey Fatone (I can only remember how to spell his name because of the "Fat One" joke he made) from *NSync.
Am I the only one who would die if Kids in the Hall popscicles suddenly went on the market? What flavors would they be?
Anyway, I conclude that Stealing Harvard, if at best, will only do as well as Super Star did. I can kind of see how not being a KITH fan can make it hard to sit through the film itself. Brandie and I were almost weeping on Bruce's behalf when we saw teenagers with short attention spans ditching out early. Others stayed probably because they weren't about to waste ten bucks...ha ha, Coronians are so cheap. I was being obnoxiously Katio-like in the theatre. When some ditzy adoloscent called out rudely during the movie "Tyler! Over here!", I couldn't help but shout out in mimic "No Tyler! Over here!" Which resulted in a couple more calls out to precious Tyler from around the theatre. Five minutes later when a girl was still beating the dead horse, I had to put an end to it all with "No Tyler! The joke is dead!" Ha ha...I love it when so-called "class clowns" are embaressed.
Oh! And when we were at the concession stand, the nice little acne-faced boy who conned me into buying a jumbo popcorn I couldn't finish and a large soda ("You get free re-fills!") was great fun. He went along with every stupid thing Brandie and I said..and stupidity was in vast amounts that fateful friday the thirteenth. The only nay-saying I must do about the lad is that when he gave me my fantastic free re-fill, he gave me Coke instead of Mr. Pibb...oh..for shame, movie-boy...for shame.
All in all, the movie-going experience was great. I get to say I was the movie on opening day and Brandie gets to say that she saw Jason Lee in a dress...it's all good, homies...now...Save Ferris, play us out!

Come on Eileen, oh I swear (what he means)
At this moment, you mean everything
With you in that dress my thoughts I confess
Verge on dirty
Ah come on Eileen

Quick little note!

The Sit-down Comedy Club has an official website!

It's for Monday Night Prerecorded...which is...I dunno...an elaborate riff of Saturday Night Live? Alas, I am not an original cast-member. If I were though, I'd be Gilda Radner!

WELP...IT'S SEPTEMBER ELEVENTH...
Mood: I...um...I don't know.
Sound: KITH theme

I'm not sure what I'm supposed to feel right now. All I know is that I'm happy that I don't have a school to go to today. I wouldn't be able to take all the crying like last year. For a few months everyone was numb and it wasn't uncommon for people just to break into tears. It was horrible. The entire country, if not the entire world, is going to be in a state of 9/11 frenzy...sigh. I do so hate being so deep. And I know millions of others will be talking about it. I'd rather listen than talk on this subject...let's move on.
Averie was an extra on the Drew Carey Show. Holy crap, no one can understand how freaking fantastic that is to me. I'm virtually unable to keep my emotions at bay about this. I mean...MAN! Drew Carey! I've had like, the biggest crush on him since middle school! His is one of the first sitcoms I really ever watched. And Whose Line is it Anyway? sparked my interest in comedy altogether. I mean, Ryan Stile's SHOES sparked my interest in comedy! ...well...not really. But anyway.
He he...ew...the drummer from Smash Mouth, was it? That still cracks me up, Ave.
Dead dead...dead dead...dead dead...dead dead...
I'm trying these little garlic tablets. They're supposed to aid in clearing up acne. Le sigh, yes...and I have a few. Sometimes I feel like kicking God in the sac for creating puberty.
The days grow nearer to the opening of "Stealing Harvard". I'm so excited. Sure, some people (or as I like to call them, the lucky motor foking bastards) have already gotten to see it...well...I'm going in on opening day, a bag of Sour Patch Kids stuffed in my pocket and Bruce on my boob (ha ha...T-shirt joke. Woo, nevermind. It's just the Mountain Dew speaking..."It's just the Mountain Dew speaking"...do I sound like a soda lush or what?), ready to scream for him when his name comes up on the opening credits. Oh Brucey boy, I'm readeh for ya'.
Turns out my grandpa is going to be buying a car and...surprise surprise...fixing up my Ford Tempo (or as I like to call it, my crap car)! How excitin'! I might even be getting a CD player...but I shouldn't keep my hopes up about that. He he.

I'M NOT AN IDIOT, I'M NOT AN IDIOT!
Mood: Non-idiotic
Sound: 102.7 Kiis FM (radio station)

I just took an IQ test. Apparently, mine is 147...I'm in the "gifted" zone.

Who knew?

Welp, back to home study! Wee! Math is over! Time for Health! Yay!

RANDOM FACT: I'm not stupid!