why, why, WHY are the Jonas Brothers so popular?

And who the HECK are Demi and Selena?


And WHEN did Jesse Maccartney become J. Mac and popular again?


Deana and I went to Barnes and Noble today and looked at the "teen" magazines. Ick. All of them had practically the same stories about the Jonas Brothers and Miley Cyrus and Zac Efron and the elusive Demi and Selena. WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE? WHAT DO THEY MEAN? WHY ARE THEIR LIVES SO ENTERTWINED? WHEN DID THIS KIND OF THING BECOME POPULAR IN THE LEAST?


Also, they used words like jeal (to mean jealous), deets (details), obvs (obviously), drama (reffering to someone becoming too hungry and tired on the set and needing a can of tuna), and buds. Buds. Who uses the word buds?! Sixth graders, apparently. Because who else reads magazines like J14 and TWIST?


Well, I'm totally jeal that sixies get to hear all the deets on J. Mac, because obvs, my buds and I just can't keep up with the DRAMA.

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I left out the one that actually did.


or 8) my dad could kill my cat.









Wow. I don't think I've ever, ever, EVER been this upset.





At least I didn't wake up late; I've been up since 5:15, when I heard my mom calling MHMR.












Billy Joel is the most comforting artist ever.

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a total failure.


I'm waking up early, Amy's coming to get me and we're going to Estate and Garage Sales in her mom's car to look for furniture. Then we're gonna head over to LHS to get our schedules (!) and turn in our forms. Then I'm going to apply places, because I can't work at my mom's office during the year, it closes at 5:00 and I don't get out of school until 4:30 except for Friday, when I get out at 1:00. But on Fridays she closes the office at noon... Anyhow, after that I need to take my car to the shop, then hopefully my mom will be able to take me to Amy's for the DI reunion.



If I 1) don't find the right furniture at the sales or 2) use all my money at the sales or 3) have a crappy schedule or 4) can't change out of PreCal when I get my schedule or 5) don't get a job or 6) can't get my car to the shop or 7) (which should really be one) wake up late, then my day will probably be not as good as I'm hoping.


But I do have a really good feeling about it.

I suppose tomorrow I'll post my schedule, even though no one here would be able to have classes with me. Maybe you'll know something about the subjects, yeah?



My internet keeps kicking off then kicking back on, and it's interrupting the flow of music. Freakin' A.


What does A stand for in that phrase? Ass? But that doesn't sound right... Freakin' Ass? Idk...

Well, geez. Looks like it's time for some solitair.

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My parents are so rockin'.


Seriously.


We went to our storage shed today and got two boxes of records.

Right at the moment I'm listening to Abbey Road on vinyl. It's terrific.





I can't think of anything interesting to say.
I'm supposed to hang out with Parker tonight, but who knows?







I wish my dad wasn't cray-cray so I could have people over to listen to the fantastic collection of music which now belongs to me. I suppose I could anyway, if I just let them know. I mean, I had Amy over, and then Stephen, and then Jordan. Things were pretty good there. But I feel like if I asked Parker to come over and then was like, "Hey, Bee Tee Double-Yew, my father thinks he's Jesus. But don't worry," he'd be a little put off.



Henry is determined to out do me:


"I got all my parents' old records!"
"My dad has hundreds of records in our office."
"Well, I had to go dig mine out of storage."
"Oh, my dad listens to his on the regular..."




What a jerk. Lolz.


I didn't eat much for lunch. Just mango and yogurt... Probably not the best idea...

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I'll have to post pictures later.
I didn't get one with her, but I did get a record, which she signed.
She thought my name was Anna, though... H's are hard to hear in bars...



Aaron was there, though. The only thing he said to me all night was "How did you get in here?!" when he came in. It was at a bar, and they made his friend Cameron go home because he's 17. I guess since we got there so early it was still one of the chill DJ's bouncing. Anyways, the rest of the night, even though during HorseFeathers he was standing right behind me and during Thao there was only one person seperating us, he didn't talk to me at all.

Except after Thao Jordan and I went out to my car to, you know, leave, and it wouldn't start, so I called him. But he was already at home. But we did talk.

Aaron: Guess what.
Me: What?
Aaron: Thao hugged me!
Me: She signed my record and mistook my name for Anna.
Aaron: Well, she got my name right.
Me: Well, Hannah is a lot easier to mistake for Anna than Aaron is...
Aaron: That's not the point. The point is, Thao got my name right and yours wrong.
Me: No, the point is you didn't talk to me all night.
Aaron: Um, that's because I was watching Thao Nguyen.
Me: -Something mumbly and incoherent because I remembered I had to get my car started.- Well, I gotta find someone to jump my car, bye.



Then Jeremy found someone to jump my car cause he's the coolest. But none of us knew what to do, and the guy with the cables was drunkkkkk. With all those K's. Cause he was really freaking drunk. So we lasso'd in a guy who was walking back inside Bash's. He helped me start my car.



Yeppp. That's all.

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