date: August 30, 1999 time: 9:16 pm title: In the Recesses of History feeling: sick quote for the day:"Figures won't lie, but liars will figure" -Charles H. Grosvenor I've got colds but my mom wants me to go to school tomorrow. I don't want to because a) I ran out of tissues and b) because some of my least favorite subjects fall on my Tuesday schedule (Values Ed, Music and Filipino--ugh). But if I really wanna excel, I guess I have to. High school really sucks sometimes. I have to write a book review for Filipino History. The book is a compilation of articles about Filipino heroes by some dude named Ambeth Ocampo. It's a better reference , I guess, than the textbooks that we have but history is just not my thing. I could say, "It was interesting, but it didn't really have much impact on me cause history is just not my thing." But I can't, because that would earn me a grade of 75--lack of appreciation for our colorful history or something. Well, it's not my fault those guys risked their butts for the sake of freedom, so why am I suffering for it? What the hell am I going to say in my book review anyway? My cat , kylee, wounded me again today. This time, my lower right arm is covered with teeth marks and bleeding scratches. The bleeding scratches make me look like I regularly slash myself, and I hope no one else thinks that. I would never do such a stupid thing in my enture life. On one hand, it's gross and on another hand, it's pathetic. And on yet another hand (now you have three hands, therefore, you are a mutant), it's really hazardous to your health (but then again, what's suicide for?). The last time I slashed myself with a blade was an accident that happened to me when I was in sixth grade. See, I was dying of boredom in art class so I was playing with my craft blade when suddenly, it slipped from my grasp and--ouch--nearly cut my index finger in half. A kind friend accompanied me to the school clinic, a good nurse fixed my finger and a frantic Lauren fainted. There wasn't any school today so I watched the movie I rented last Friday, The Slums of Beverly Hills. It was an interesting movie. It's just that I feel the same way about my breasts. I think they are deformed and disgusting. Angelica teases me a lot about them. "Your blouse looks really well supported," she tells me whenever I run into her at school. I go, "Well, you can have 'em. I don't really need them anyway." And I really do. Argh, the world is so unfair to women. Not only do we have to suffer childbirth, and the leering domination of men, but we also suffer unusually large mammary glands. They would honestly look better on men--it goes with the muscles they get from working out (and the muscles they use for beating women up). I'm removing my nail polish today. For some weird reason, it saddens me to see it go. There oughtta be a law that girls are allowed to wear nail polish at school--and that makeup should be declared illegal. <<< ~ main ~ sign ~ >>>