Well...no spam yet...

Okay, so I didn't post once a week. In fact, I've not posted for two weeks. Whoops. If it's any excuse, I've been terribly busy. I got accepted into AAG and my mother and I have been getting everything together. Apparently I didn't screw up the interview too badly. I'm trying to send them all of the information they need: transcripts, HOPE scholarship stuff (HOPE is pretty much like TOPS, but for Georgia) and a bunch of other crap that makes me want to bang my head up against a wall. My mother is really being great about getting all this stuff together, but she's getting on my nerves like nothing else at the same time. She talks. And talks. And TALKS!!! And the worst part is, she says the same things. Over, and over, and over and over again. I'm the closest and most constant ear for her babbling, so I get the privilege of hearing her juciest thoughts each of the ten thousand times she says it. And my usual tactic of smiling and nodding is starting to work less and less with each application.
Well, anyway, I talked a bit about my schedule with someone at the school and I'm going to be taking Astronomy! Isn't that cool? I've checked out a book from the library on Astronomy, as well as a math self-help book (didn't even know they existed!) because I am so miserable at it. I also went ahead and got three huge books on World History. My mother got about twenty (not an exaggeration) books on home decoration. Right now all of the books (except the astronomy book, which is on my bed) are sprawled across the coffee table.
And, since I can't think of anything else to say, it's the...

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Question of the Day
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(BTW, good job Christian on the last one)
What is the actual name of the famous painting of dogs playing poker?
A) Dogs Playing Poker
B) What Was I Thinking?
C) Gambling Animals
D) A Friend In Need
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It's been how long now?

I did it. I'm back, and with a vengance. I am going to post on this blog at least once a week. And I give full permission for you (that is, Christian and Eryn [and Candace and Wendell, if they ever come here]) to send spam directly to both my email accounts if I don't - one being diana_kaatz@yahoo.com, the other being christine_jeannette@yahoo.com. I REEALY hope that no random spammer decides to take advantage of that. In case you were wondering what I've been up to, I have been preparing for college. And apparently I've developed something of a sailor's mouth - my mother and sister keep telling me to watch my language. I speak quite a bit of Spanish now (podría tranducir toda de esta página, pero creo que no sería una trandución buena). In fact, the other day I helped Caroline at the Latin foods store on the corner by asking for what we needed to make tamales.
Quite frankly, I hate it here in Savannah. There's a huge streak of racism in this town. It wants to believe that it can be a mecca of tourism, but the undercurrent of xenophobia really brings it down.
Please feel free to post comments on my blog - I will be back soon.

And, now, before I forget,

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The Question of the Day
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What is the symbol in parentheses (~) called?
A) That squiggly thing I use to decorate my text
B) That squiggly thing above the "n" in Spanish that makes a "ny" sound
C) A tilde
D) Why should I care?

Christine Jeannette

Glad ya checked in on my blog!

Goody Goody! I get to post on my blog again! I've been pretty lonley without you guys. Two of the only people I was hoping never to see or hear again came to my school: Alex Wendling and Gary Deccossas! Gary isn't as bad as Alex, though. I still can hardly believe it when I hear his voice answering a question. Can you believe that the Bush administration did nothing about New Orleans? I mean, I know that they did something, but wasn't it too late?

Post more soon,
Christine

Shneaking a post

I'm typing my resume, but I managed to get onto the Internet for a little bit. I probably don't have much time, so I'm just going to give a few quick updates. I found out that I can read an average of 100 pages a day if the book is a good fantasy. I read the 500- page book Eragon in five days. I so need to get that job at the library. That's what I'm typing my resume for. I would like to retract my previous statements about A Seperate Peace. It was much better than I thought it would be, even though my favorite character went crazy and one of the central themes is that life sucks and there's nothing you can do about it except mope. Well, my mom says that she'll give me my CD player back (they think, for some reason, that the CD player is a distraction from my schoolwork) as soon as she finds it. My mom lost it - I repeat - lost my CD player while trying to make me do my schoolwork. ERGH! Parents can suck sometimes, huh? Oh, well. I am having such a hard time finding references. I came to an important realization today: Time is running out. Adulthood is coming up in only three years, and we'll be twenty in five years. We don't have any time to goof off anymore. The weirdest thing was that this relization didn't come to me at a special time, like a ceremony or something. It came to me today while we were riding in the car, going to pick up Caroline from work. And while I was doing my resume, I realized just how fast the years go by. It seems like I could have been doing some of the stuff I did three or four years ago just last week. I guess that a phrase from Animal Farm would surmise the feeling: the years start playing tricks on you. And I'm completely sure now that I want to train dogs for a living. I was looking at dog books and found out that many people share my ideas about dogs: how they're unbelievably loyal and...well, it's sort of hard to put it in words. It's sort of like, when I look at a dog, I don't see an animal that is just warm and cuddly and not good for much else besides guarding the house; I see the actual dog. Wow, I made a much longer post than intended, huh? I guess I finally picked up the Eryn-post disease! Ahhh! I just hope this post isn't deleted. I'm going to copy it just in case. Well, I guess I'll put up the *drumroll* Question of the Day! *applause* Wow. That was weird. Well, here it is.

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Question of the Day
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How many of the Summer Reading books have you read?
A. All of them
B. None of them
C. A Seperate Peace
D. The Great Gatsby
E.The Scarlet Letter
F. Just two of those listed above

In case you were wondering, my answer is kinda F. I'm on The Scarlet Letter, and I read The Great Gatsby in, like, seventh grade, so I didn't completley understand it. That's why I'm rereading it.

Love ya'll,
Christine

P.S.: I'm sorry about stealing your words, Eryn. They were the only ones that would fit! Please except my humble offering of the brains of a goat (*enter piece of crumpled newspaper labeled "brains of a goat*) lol. Remember that? Good times, good times. You know what? first semester was hell. That's the only way to describe it, huh? Second semester rocked!

This'll probably be the last post for a while...

Unless my mom signs the paper that says I can use the Internet at the public library, I won't be posting for a good long while. Ms. Jones made me wash out the green stuff from my hair! *pout* Luckily, I wasn't able to wash all of it out, so it's still sort of green. In case you havent' noticed, I changed my Blog bar to silver! Weee! I'm so happy! I went to the library yesterday to get the summer reading books. We already had The Scarlet Letter, but I had to get The Great Gatsby and A Seperate Peace. I think that we used to have the latter, but I'm pretty sure that it didn't survive the pitch-fest that preceded the move. It doesn't look that good though. It's about two boys at a prep school "losing their innocence". Blech. Yet another loss of innocence/ growing up novel. We get the picture already: We can't be kids forever. It sorta sucks, but whatchya gonna do? I'll put up the thing you've all been waiting for throughout this post (I made it snazzy jazzy today!).

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Question of the Day:
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Which of the following would you build your house out of?
A chocolate!
B wood
C brick
D my enemies' flesh and blood

Hope to post soon,
Christine Jeannette

Saturday night was awesome!

Saturday was so cool. We meant to watch Nightmare Before Christmas, but we ended up putting wigs on Christian and just goofing off. We tried to get Christian to flash passing cars, but he was too obstinate. When his neighbor came out of his house, Christian literally screamed, "It's Creepy Guy!" I'm pretty sure he heard you. That letter for Ms. Dunn was so neat. Where'd you get it? I'm going to put up The Question.

Question of the Day:

Who really did let the dogs out?
A. The Who
B. The police of course. They have all of those attack dogs.
C. A crazy dog breeder
D. How would I know?

Posting again!!

Thanks for covering for me, Christian. I think that the answer is C. Well, as everybody knows, I feel like shit. I'm going to list my complaints because I have nothing else to write about: I feel like I'm trying to hack up a lung, my throat is itchy, my nose is alternately stuffy and runny, my eyes are watering, and I have a continual off-and-on headache that seems to like cropping up when there is loud noise. And all this has made me cranky. I apologize for treating anybody badly. I just need some rest. So, let's see... Something to write about... Well, I was wondering if maybe we could all go somewhere after Night of Notables on Friday. Sort of like a cast party, but just the five of us. What do ya'll say? It's so weird to type "y'all". It's sort of like something that should only be said. But it's just too awkward to say or type "you all".Well, today's question is a bit morbid, but it'll do.

Question of the Day:
If you could choose your form of death, what would it be?
A. Being forced to listen to Britney Spears for hours on end in a small, white room
B. Being chased by Dunn over a cliff
C. A heart attack
D. Having a heart attack after seeing a really really ugly person

Have fun with your life (while you still have it),
Christine