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Name - Amanda Marie Marquardt Age - 19

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Saturday, February 14, 2004

The "Girl" with the Braids, Right Brandon

Ok, so I'm having some difficulties called... my enter button doesn't work so I had to use the space key many times to get the desired spacing. I don't understand... the button works for the first 15 minutes I'm on the pc and then it just quits. So anyway onto today and what all happened. This morning we got Valentine grams in band. I got two, one from Kate and one from Job. The one from Job read something like 'I'm too shy to ask you to your face but will you go out with me?' and I know for a fact Angela Baron wrote it and I'm not quite sure why but Job did tell her to write it. So I was happy about that and then everyone got into their uniforms after running through the Chicago marching music a couple of times. While I was standing in the storage room talking to Katie Barbian, Job walked in and he started talking with us and then he went over to where everyone throws their coats and he picked them up and from underneathe was carefully nestled a gorgeous pink rose of which he handed to me. I got so flustered because he'd gotten me the gram and the rose and I wanted to say yes but I didn't know with all of my past failures so I just moved my mouth in patterns and no words seemed to proceed although the fashion was much like talking it was just babbling.

Then after class I was walking happily down the hall and I noticed Mr. Santy standing by the door to the teacher's lounge waiting for someone and he appeared to be looking at me. I turned around and saw no one so I walked up to him and said hi and he grabbed my free hand (for the other was grasping my gorgeous flower) and he continued talking to me in a very calm voice with a hint of grief. As a teacher he's gotten very well at hiding his feelings of frustration or other "distracting" emotions. He said his mother had died that morning without any sign of illness and that he wasn't going to be teaching my fourth hour class because he'd be leaving immediately to attend her funeral and I just stared at him in disbelief and nodded when he was finished and then tried not to cry for the grief he conveyed upon me. Later I almost cried talking to a fellow grammar student, Trisha.

So when we got into fourth hour everyone just sat down and dilly dallied until a librarian came into the class and told us for those whom hadn't found out already about everything that had happened and then she proceeded in leading us down to the library where most of us plopped onto a computer to satisfy our boredom into mild amusement. Nick found Oregon Trail and then him, Nichole, and me began playing it and we averaged about 3 finished games in the 90 minutes of the class period. I laughed and tried to shrug off everything because it was after all... the day before Valentines Day. One of the most commercial holidays and then again considering they all have obtained commercial values and costumes through the years 'buy our cute heart shaped cookies or roses for your sweetie' et cetera. Considering the day (today in respect since it is quarter after 1 am) was founded upon a day in Greek history in which there was a major orgy. So Valentines day is an excuse to go out and buy candy and flowers to court the one whom you'd like you participate in an orgy with. Fair enough I might say. There should be the fufillment of my daily morbid thoughts and comprehension of anything human and or otherwise.

Then today after school I hung out in the band room and groped Job in a not-so-groping way. It's hard to explain but for those who witnessed it they can atest to the fact. I'm talking rather weird tonight and I will apologize in advance for fear of forgetting the fact upon reaching the end of this documenting. After that there was a whole ordeal where Andy Polzin broke the glass water holder around my rose and spilled water all over the ground and then stuck the starving rose back into a slot without water. Then I sliced up my fingers rather thoroughly by trying to pick up the pieces to throw them away. After I came home from the movies I soaked them in hydrogen peroxide to clean them out and I did the 'pain dance'.

The movies... What my diary title was referring to. Tonight I went to the movies around 7 to see 50 First Dates with Job, Emily, and Brandon Lewis. I got there late because I decided to wash my hair while waiting for the food and Sarah didn't end up getting home with the pizza until 10 to 7. By this time I had been sufficiently playing the role as the chicken without it's head because I had to do a million things in minutes. So I got there and Job, Emily, and Brandon were all waiting and they read me the 'you're late' riot act and I took it and said thanks to my Friday the 13th that there was still an available ticket at such a late time. We watched the movie and made jokes the whole time... Brandon Lewis is absolutely hilarious! Then we played some arcade games and I beat Job in two racing games. Then Brandon pressed that I had not yet answered Job's question and so I said 'I've said yes many times tonight' as in how do you know I haven't made one of those yes' in reference to the answer to Job's question. By that time we were 'officially going out'. Like we even needed the title *she mumbles under her breath... about a girl name Beth* Yay, I just made a Strongbad reference. I also found out Job and Brandon love Strongbad. I had no idea so many people knew about Strongbad! Anyway then we all hung out and sat down on a bench and Job put his arm around me and I rested my head on his chest and he just relaxed which was so nice and somewhat comfortable although it's hard to be comfortable on a hard wooden bench all scrunched together because there's three people sitting on it. Then Job's mom came in and he removed his arm and I immediately felt embarassed because I had no idea what his mom thought to be appropriate and inappropriate. Then we all kicked back for a few more minutes, I used Brandon's cell to call home for a ride and we all went home. Holding his hand feels so right... now I shall say good night.

Mandy ~ 1:24 AM