_elissa_

Thu, 03 Mar 2005 05:23:26 GMT

OMG, my sister? Is totally getting married at Spring Break. I'm helping her plan the wedding! Nate seems pretty content just to sit back and let us have at it and I'm having so much fun! We picked out our dresses the other day.

Carrie told me that I had 100% say in what I wore, only 48% in what she wore-- Which was kind of unfair but I settled for that eventually. I mean, I love her and all, but there's no way is she as clued up as her fashion savvy sister. Nope!

I talked to Mom on the phone today and she was all over not asking how things were going. I was like, geez, Mom, thanks for the concern. I don't even know if Carrie's told her yet though, so I didn't say anything, I don't want to blow it for her.

Also, I don't know what it is? But I haven't slept properly in like a week. Actually, scratch that, I slept fine when I was with Collin and we were away. But here? It's like oppressive gray cloud thing when I shut my eyes and I have noooo freakin' idea what's going on.

I mean, first? I dreamt I was pregnant and my Mom was shipping me off to, like, Guam in disgrace. Where the hell is Guam? Second of all? There was my sister. Coming over all strict on me, inflicting curfews and everything, telling me I couldn't see Collin any more.

The hell?

It'd be nice if just once this week I could get a decent nights sleep. I'm all over the bagged-eye look like a rash and irritable? Totally not the word. I wouldn't care if it was my time of the month or anything 'cause that'd explain it but-- Hey, wait a freakin' minute.

Woah. Woah!

Wed, 23 Feb 2005 23:26:51 GMT

Okay, so I am totally over the nightmare thing if anyone wants to, like, take note and stop it and all. I've been seriously considering taking one of Nate's ridonkulously expensive bottles of whiskey up to bed with me and seeing if that stops the dreams.

If I were still living with Mom or Dad? I'd totally have done it. (Okay, so they'd have killed me, but still!)

But-- It's Nate. And he's been totally cool about me living there and everything with Collin and... He even bought me roses and a cute as hell ring for Valentine's Day, just so's I wouldn't feel left out or anything.

*sigh* I totally cannot wait to get out of Sunnyhell this weekend. Judging by the tired look Collin's been sporting all week he's been on the insane side of sleep too, maybe we can get our mind off of it.

We promised we'd take his little brother and sister to play Crazy Golf and-- That's fun, right? And they're not as bad as other little demon children go. Geez, I shouldn't really say that when I live on a Hellmouth. Half the kids round here probably are little demons or something.

Eww.

I have to stop thinking about this. It would be nice if my nightmares could just stay in my nightmares where they belong, y'know?

Sun, 23 Jan 2005 04:53:43 GMT

It's the Winter Formal tonight. Carrie took me shopping for a dress in an effort to butter me up enough into wearing a camera at the school. I so do not think so. She told me that it would totally help her career and everything but-- Okay, say you're an older sister. An older sister who happens to be a reporter... With a younger, entirely too hot little sister who likes to sorta, mix things up every once in a while.

Sure, Sis! I'll show you my dope smoking entirely too hot boyfriend. Who also seems to be corrupting me and... Stuff.

She mentioned wanting to meet Collin earlier. I was all over how his uncle is a police officer and this big stand up guy and everything, but she was pretty insistent. The good thing is that she's not like our parents. She's not trying to vet the guy and, like, neuter him or whatever. She just wants to meet him, which I guess is pretty cool.

I really like Collin and I was so beyond happy when he asked me to the Winter Formal the other week. And my dress? The kick! Yeah, Carrie still bought me it, even though I refused to wear the camera. I mean, geez, how creepy is that?! Having your sister watch your every move... Ugh. I told her that I'd wear it to school on Monday if she was really that desperate but... How much can one tiny little school give her in the way of news anyway?

What, people singing about old teachers being eaten by giant snakes is news? Please!

*straightens out her dress, turning this way and that as she looks in the mirror, bursting into song*

My life is rarely simple
I'm not sure who to blame
I'm leaning towards my parents
'Cause OMG SO lame...

I moved in with my big sis
Reporter Extraordinaire
But I'm not s'posed to tell people
She's, like, shacked up with the Mayor

He really is quite cute, y'know
Although the eyebrows need a tweeze
But it's not like I can say that
What with him being Head Cheese

And now I turn to Collin
To end my cheerful song
My lovely darling boyfriend
With whom I can't go wrong

He asked me to the dance last week
Didn't try to cop a feel
He really is a stand up guy
Though corrupting me, for real...

*slaps hand over her mouth* Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God! If I sing tonight? He'll dump me for sure.

Wed, 05 Jan 2005 01:48:03 GMT

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Sat, 18 Dec 2004 03:08:08 GMT

So, last night at the Bronze? Totally beyond dead. I mean really beyond dead.

I think everyone is saving their money for the Carnival this weekend - or more importantly (said with mucho sarcasm) the Kissing Booth. Eww, trading spittle with the population of Sunnydale High School? I don't think so!

Besides, Bailey's supposedly taking a stint there and-- Eww, yuck and NO. That guy? Will only ever love himself, as proved by all the mirrors he found it appropriate to stare in that one night we had a date.

Despite the deadness of the Bronze though? I met this guy. Pretty cute, really listens when you talk... Wears a lot of fake-tan though. I mean, sure, all guys back home wore make up, just... Well, maybe they were better at blending than he was?

Also? His clothes? A little less Calvin Klein and more Calvin Klein's geekier older brother. They have to go. When I told my sister about him? She was all wary and stuff, asked if I knew what I was doing.

Duh, of course I do. Besides, I was wearing my cross and he wasn't exactly recoiling in fear at the wholy Holy Vestament thing. Good thing, right! Means he's not gonna try and suck my face off through my neck or whatever it is that vampires do.

I'm seeing him again tonight. At the Carnival. And we shall be avoiding the kissing booth like the plague, oh yes.

Carrie also said that we could do the girly thing this weekend if she wasn't too busy. Y'know, shop, spend vast amounts of money on a pig-out at the Multiplex (or Sunnyhell's equivalent) - fun stuff! I can't wait.

Wed, 15 Dec 2004 02:33:45 GMT

School today was pretty okay.

I'm behind in a couple of classes but nothing I can't catch up, even though the chem teacher took an instant dislike to me as soon as I walked through the door. What an ass! I mean, sure, Chem's never been my strong point but-- Damn, is he rude?! I was tempted to tell him that my sister totally had connections with the Mayor and that she could get him fired if he didn't back the hell off but... I just sat there and smiled sweetly while he ranted.

Somehow I don't think my sister needs her business blurted around, like, the entire population of Sunnydale High school.

I had a pretty decent talk with my English teacher too. She'd been checking my GPA, looking at the transcripts and the stuff that my last school had sent up? And said if I really applied myself I could get somewhere.

I was totally wary at first, I mean, I'm nothing like Carrie. And sure, I might have inherited her whole dorky love for the written word but-- Me? No journalist. Maybe a fiction writer or something but... Journalist? I think not.

Saw Bailey today in homeroom. He smiled at me then shot a look at his friends like he was checking to see if they'd noticed or somethin'. Not sure what's going on with him. Though he did ask if I wanted to see him again on Saturday night. I was like, "maybe" 'cause... Well, I dunno. I'm probably just being paranoid or something but I got the feeling like something was going on and I hadn't been clued in?

Ugh. I am so my sister's-- Sister. Paranoid, suspicious? That's me alright!

Fri, 10 Dec 2004 02:11:58 GMT

Okay, so do I have the best sister ever or what?

My second day of school? I get asked out by extremely hot boy. Of course homework plus pop quizzes and catching up with make-up work given by teachers? Isn't the best thing for one's social life.

No it's not.

So my sister - noticing that I was working uber-hard by the way - asked me how my first couple of days at school had gone.

"Oh, y'know," I said, "Same old, same old. Stuffy old teachers piling a bunch of work I already know I can do on me..." Dramatic pause, "Extremely hot guy asking me out. Me not able to go because of all this."

Gesture to homework. Sister looking pensive.

Wait a beat. Sister saying, "Well, if you really want to go--"

Oh God, LOVING her. And the date went really well, too. Hot Boy, Bailey, is like a line-backer or something on the football team. Kinda sweet, as jocks go. Little self-centered, but hey. If I looked like that? I'd probably check out my reflection in every car window too.

The weird thing was, before I left? Carrie made me take a cross. It totally didn't go with my outfit but I took it anyway, just to put her mind at rest. Then, when I got home? We had a 'talk'.

At first I thought it was gonna be a completely embarassing moment where my sister tried to explain about the Birds and the Bees. Ewww! Had that trauma with the parental units, thanks! But she started going on about demons, how you could never be too careful in a town like Sunnydale and that, where in LA you might carry round, like, pepper spray or Mase as protection? Here in Sunnydale the weapon de choice was a... A pointy wooden object.

A stake. An actual stake.

Okay, still loving my sister, but honestly? She can be a little weird sometimes. I mean, c'mon! Demons?

Not that I told her that of course. I mean, she pretty much wrote my paper for me. And she didn't rag on me too much when I didn't get in until, like, 2am. My parents would've had be confined to my bedroom by now.

Thu, 02 Dec 2004 23:47:20 GMT

My parents are, like, the epitomy of lame, I'm not kidding.

First, they tell me I'm forbidden to see my friends on account of all the trouble they've gotten into lately. THEY! THEY! Not me! My parents think that by not letting me see them they're doing the right thing or-- Or the parent thing, since they so lacked in doing it with my dear Sister.

Not that Carrie was like Rebel Without A Cause or anything but she did her fair share of stuff back in the day and-- And it's just like they're trying the whole prevention of it with me and it's so LAME.

I mean, I'm my own person and everything. Just because Carrie had that two month wig back in high school where she decided she was sick of studying doesn't mean I'm gonna follow in her footsteps! GEEZ!

So my father tried the whole, "Young lady, you live under our roof you abide by our rules thing!" and I was all, "Well FINE maybe I don't want to live here any more you big mook! Maybe I'll just go live with Carrie in Sunnydale." And thankfully my sister is, like, marginally cool 'cause she didn't all out have a go at me when I jumped on a bus and came down to Sunnydale.

She even said, after much begging, that I could stay with her and register at Sunnydale High School.

They're just so... So... Emotionally deficient! They spend 363 days a year ignoring me, hardly ever call Carrie to see how she's doing and the minute they do turn the concerned parent blinkers on? It's the bad points they focus on.

Not that I'm a straight A student, just like my sister, or how pregnant I haven't gotten like a few people I could mention. LAME!

Right now I'm settling in. I've yet to meet her boyfriend but she says he's pretty cool. I guess he's gotta be to be dating someone like my sister. *smiles* At least now I'm not gonna have the parental units breathing down my neck every five seconds.

And a new school! Huzzah! New people! New boys!