Josie: So National Make Fun of Genevieve week did not go over as well as we had hoped. Agreed Gen?
Gen: agreed
Josie: We made a facebook event and one of our friends got defensive…
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
3.30.2009
National make fun of Genevieve week starts today! Get your best insults ready and start torturing her! She deserves it I promise… don’t listen to her when she says she doesn’t! she is so lazy and dumb she can’t even do her own homework. That’s it on my bash on Gen rant…for now, I’m sure she’ll do something later that will require a longer entry.
~becky starz
Josie: It’s all in jest, don’t worry…
I do not have AIDS, or any sexually transmitted diseases….just wanted to clear the air. Becky is the one with mono….WATCH HER !!!! She’s underrated….also quite lazy and retarded.
<33333 Gen
Josie: oh goodness…Gen meant overrated.
Not true at all, except I am overrated.
~becky starz
Gen wanted me to French braid her hair and this is how she asked me “will you French braid my aided hair?” also she asked us what is wrong with how she functions?? Hmmmm Gen, I think my dog could figure that one out. “ I could while a way the hours confer with the flowers , consult with the rain, oh the thoughts shed be thinking gen could be another licoln , if she only had a brain”
-babbbyyy
It was a long weekend. Not like they gave us days off. Meaning it actually lasted forever. We took my special needs kids to an open art exibihit, and one of my kids jumped in. He bolted (because he does that) and security guard asked me if I could get him to stop running. My answer was um, no he’s a non-verbal austic kid. Also, this morning I woke up early to put my contacts in and no one got up with me, so my father automaticly assumed I didn’t take lunch money, which I did, he of little faith. And now, in SUPA, I just realized my contacts must have fallen out if my face. I don’t even understand why that would happen. Like actually that causes me so many problems. I’m tired, I worked pretty hard to get my contacts in and gravity fucks up my sight/life, and I hate everything.
Great.
-Josie
~becky starz
Josie: It’s all in jest, don’t worry…
I do not have AIDS, or any sexually transmitted diseases….just wanted to clear the air. Becky is the one with mono….WATCH HER !!!! She’s underrated….also quite lazy and retarded.
<33333 Gen
Josie: oh goodness…Gen meant overrated.
Not true at all, except I am overrated.
~becky starz
Gen wanted me to French braid her hair and this is how she asked me “will you French braid my aided hair?” also she asked us what is wrong with how she functions?? Hmmmm Gen, I think my dog could figure that one out. “ I could while a way the hours confer with the flowers , consult with the rain, oh the thoughts shed be thinking gen could be another licoln , if she only had a brain”
-babbbyyy
It was a long weekend. Not like they gave us days off. Meaning it actually lasted forever. We took my special needs kids to an open art exibihit, and one of my kids jumped in. He bolted (because he does that) and security guard asked me if I could get him to stop running. My answer was um, no he’s a non-verbal austic kid. Also, this morning I woke up early to put my contacts in and no one got up with me, so my father automaticly assumed I didn’t take lunch money, which I did, he of little faith. And now, in SUPA, I just realized my contacts must have fallen out if my face. I don’t even understand why that would happen. Like actually that causes me so many problems. I’m tired, I worked pretty hard to get my contacts in and gravity fucks up my sight/life, and I hate everything.
Great.
-Josie
Thursday, March 26, 2009
3.26.2009
I am 16 years old. I am not your normal kid I guess you could say. I have been to 7 different schools in my 16 years of life. I think the high school I am at right now is finally the right fit for me. I am a complete and utter theater geek and wouldn't want to be any other way. I laugh way to much...at least it burns calories =) I tend to put on a smile...always. My hair is unnaturally curly...it pisses me off. I straighten it I guess once every two weeks. my life is odd and full of ironic coincidences...maybe writing on this neo by alpha smart is just one of those type of things. I'm gonna go take my phone back now from Josie cause she is reading my texts ~~~~~ Babyyyyy
Josie: In my defense I wasn't reading her texts. I was entering an alarm for my birthday and writing "Baby should live not to breathe, but live for the moments that take your breath away."
Hello again. I'm here to chronicle the newest addition to the Meg and Jason love story. Although there's not so much chronicle as....imagery...
Put yourself in Meg's shoes. You're in love with a beautiful stranger. Never did you imagine a day dream would come true. A day dream that occupied you're mentally bored mind at work that is now a living day dream that occupies your body and mind during all your free time.
Jason couldn't be any more perfect, which is scary, because no one is perfect. Yet I'm not sure if i want to discover what is beneath. If I did I may like it, or I may not. Whatever it is, I think I want to get to know him.
-Meg
Baby, my sweet baby, my sweet baby, I'm in love with you.
We've renamed ourselves here. I've named one girl Baby. I did this because when she's feeling about five she calls me Mommy, and also I got the idea from Dirty Dancing (Can we talk about how hot Patrick Swayze is? Maybe later.) Also, she has a weird naivety, as well as being extra small that makes Baby an apt name for her. I'm her therapist. Like not even kidding. Also, I'm why she passes any of her vocab quizzes. I really am her Mommy.
I'm thoroughly convinced that I'm better at taking care of children then most of the adults in my life. Especially the ones I work for. (I'm typing without looking, by the way. It's creeping Baby and Gen out.) Like I teach Sunday school, work with autistic children, work mini-camps over vacation in which I am in charge of 8 seven year old boys or girls depending in places like chuckEcheese, stage manage at the Scarsdale JCC, and will be working at my summer camp this year. But all the times my employers tell me what to do. Usually they are wrong. Like the teacher I work for Sunday school tells me that I should be treating the kids less like adults. I don't treat them like adults, I treat them like people, which they are. They're not stupid, they're second graders. I had to take classes to work with autistic kids, and all the stuff that they told me to do just freaked my kids out. I'm sixteen years old and I'm better at taking care of children then they're parents. At least baby knows it.
-Josie
WRITE ABOUT ME JOSIE AND ALL OF THE WAYS I HAVE INSPIRED YOU !!!!<33*--GENEVIEVE--<33*
Genevieve inspires me. She inspires me to study in Spanish. At the beginning of the year, she was pretty fricken at Spanish. I would do her homework and she would drive me to the bagel place. I didn't actually think Gen would be a good driver, but she actually kind beasts. According to her, I was proven wrong. She had a jeep, and there are always has like six cars in her drive. I'm her neighbor by the way, not her like stalker. Also, her Dad has a boat fetish. My dad thinks it's funny. Gen says he's going down to the boat Saturday. Actually he's probably going to live there. Gen's boat has two rooms and two bathrooms. One time Baby dove off a boat. I'll spare you from the rest of that story, even if she thinks it's a good one. Anyway, now Genieveve is good at Spanish. She studies and stuff. She's wonderful because in first grade I went her house and she let me play with her Polly pocket mall. Now we're friends.
Now drive me somewhere.
-Josie
Josie really does save me from failing my vocab quizzes omg I just learned something new! In middle school Josie told Gen that her hair is as fake as her friends...God I love Josie. Anyways I was sitting in the hallway today and I hear this random singing voice it was one of the English teachers... yea our school is odd. (Good story Baby! -Josie) Josie is currently singing west side story. Just like Josie instead of typing while looking at people I tend to text and look at people and talk about completely different things. Josie sounds like she is trying to be a surfer she just said yea man...Josie is not a surfer. Josie doesn't like looking like everyone else....she has trouble with that. She has an obsession with camp. I think I like know the people she rants about daily...btw if any of you are reading this you guys sound pretty awesome...not gonna lie.
-Baby
School ends soon.
YAY!
<33 Genevieve
(She means the school day.)
So Dad's at chemo, and Mom can't drive but she's at the theater anyway, and I think my Grandmother who lives in the next town over is playing bridge or something, so I got picked up by one of her friends. It wasn't a name I recognized from my Dad's text, and it wasn't on of my favorites when I saw her through the windshield. Clearly it wasn't Grandma's favorite either because I don't see very often. Her sleek camry was new, and an uncomfortable sort of nice. It smelled like rubbing alcohol and butterscotch hard candies. Polite, if not awkard small talk that I wasn't exactly actively engaged in ensued, and then I walked out of the car and into the doctor's office.
Thank God I take my road test next month.
Anyway, I have to go to the eye doctor because on a count of my dyslexia we don't know if I can't see or I just plain can't read. The school nurse once told my mother I qualified to be legally blind until she explained that my problem of matching letters and their sounds might have had something to do with my ill fated eye test.
But anyway, there was this small girl in the waiting room with her Mom. I think she was one of those kids adopted from China, but she was mad cute. Her mother was deliberately and overly loud while her daughter was soft-spoken. She got a pink lollipop that matched her pink outfit.
OH WAIT. So apparently I can't read or see. but there are little peices of plastic in my eyes and it's mad weird.
I never even knew my world was blurry.
-Josie
Josie: In my defense I wasn't reading her texts. I was entering an alarm for my birthday and writing "Baby should live not to breathe, but live for the moments that take your breath away."
Hello again. I'm here to chronicle the newest addition to the Meg and Jason love story. Although there's not so much chronicle as....imagery...
Put yourself in Meg's shoes. You're in love with a beautiful stranger. Never did you imagine a day dream would come true. A day dream that occupied you're mentally bored mind at work that is now a living day dream that occupies your body and mind during all your free time.
Jason couldn't be any more perfect, which is scary, because no one is perfect. Yet I'm not sure if i want to discover what is beneath. If I did I may like it, or I may not. Whatever it is, I think I want to get to know him.
-Meg
Baby, my sweet baby, my sweet baby, I'm in love with you.
We've renamed ourselves here. I've named one girl Baby. I did this because when she's feeling about five she calls me Mommy, and also I got the idea from Dirty Dancing (Can we talk about how hot Patrick Swayze is? Maybe later.) Also, she has a weird naivety, as well as being extra small that makes Baby an apt name for her. I'm her therapist. Like not even kidding. Also, I'm why she passes any of her vocab quizzes. I really am her Mommy.
I'm thoroughly convinced that I'm better at taking care of children then most of the adults in my life. Especially the ones I work for. (I'm typing without looking, by the way. It's creeping Baby and Gen out.) Like I teach Sunday school, work with autistic children, work mini-camps over vacation in which I am in charge of 8 seven year old boys or girls depending in places like chuckEcheese, stage manage at the Scarsdale JCC, and will be working at my summer camp this year. But all the times my employers tell me what to do. Usually they are wrong. Like the teacher I work for Sunday school tells me that I should be treating the kids less like adults. I don't treat them like adults, I treat them like people, which they are. They're not stupid, they're second graders. I had to take classes to work with autistic kids, and all the stuff that they told me to do just freaked my kids out. I'm sixteen years old and I'm better at taking care of children then they're parents. At least baby knows it.
-Josie
WRITE ABOUT ME JOSIE AND ALL OF THE WAYS I HAVE INSPIRED YOU !!!!<33*--GENEVIEVE--<33*
Genevieve inspires me. She inspires me to study in Spanish. At the beginning of the year, she was pretty fricken at Spanish. I would do her homework and she would drive me to the bagel place. I didn't actually think Gen would be a good driver, but she actually kind beasts. According to her, I was proven wrong. She had a jeep, and there are always has like six cars in her drive. I'm her neighbor by the way, not her like stalker. Also, her Dad has a boat fetish. My dad thinks it's funny. Gen says he's going down to the boat Saturday. Actually he's probably going to live there. Gen's boat has two rooms and two bathrooms. One time Baby dove off a boat. I'll spare you from the rest of that story, even if she thinks it's a good one. Anyway, now Genieveve is good at Spanish. She studies and stuff. She's wonderful because in first grade I went her house and she let me play with her Polly pocket mall. Now we're friends.
Now drive me somewhere.
-Josie
Josie really does save me from failing my vocab quizzes omg I just learned something new! In middle school Josie told Gen that her hair is as fake as her friends...God I love Josie. Anyways I was sitting in the hallway today and I hear this random singing voice it was one of the English teachers... yea our school is odd. (Good story Baby! -Josie) Josie is currently singing west side story. Just like Josie instead of typing while looking at people I tend to text and look at people and talk about completely different things. Josie sounds like she is trying to be a surfer she just said yea man...Josie is not a surfer. Josie doesn't like looking like everyone else....she has trouble with that. She has an obsession with camp. I think I like know the people she rants about daily...btw if any of you are reading this you guys sound pretty awesome...not gonna lie.
-Baby
School ends soon.
YAY!
<33 Genevieve
(She means the school day.)
So Dad's at chemo, and Mom can't drive but she's at the theater anyway, and I think my Grandmother who lives in the next town over is playing bridge or something, so I got picked up by one of her friends. It wasn't a name I recognized from my Dad's text, and it wasn't on of my favorites when I saw her through the windshield. Clearly it wasn't Grandma's favorite either because I don't see very often. Her sleek camry was new, and an uncomfortable sort of nice. It smelled like rubbing alcohol and butterscotch hard candies. Polite, if not awkard small talk that I wasn't exactly actively engaged in ensued, and then I walked out of the car and into the doctor's office.
Thank God I take my road test next month.
Anyway, I have to go to the eye doctor because on a count of my dyslexia we don't know if I can't see or I just plain can't read. The school nurse once told my mother I qualified to be legally blind until she explained that my problem of matching letters and their sounds might have had something to do with my ill fated eye test.
But anyway, there was this small girl in the waiting room with her Mom. I think she was one of those kids adopted from China, but she was mad cute. Her mother was deliberately and overly loud while her daughter was soft-spoken. She got a pink lollipop that matched her pink outfit.
OH WAIT. So apparently I can't read or see. but there are little peices of plastic in my eyes and it's mad weird.
I never even knew my world was blurry.
-Josie
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
3.25.2009
So Baby wanted me to write on a blog in class. Here I go. There's a certain novelty to being in high school. When I was about 5-10 most kids shows, or more tween I guess, took place in high school. Now it's almost the same, except there are a bunch more set in middle school. But when we were little we'd watch kids sit on desks, with a not so low murmur and kids throwing stuff. Then the teacher comes in from God knows where and everyone sits in their seats. Like teachers had control of every child in their class. And then, after some group discussion and note passing the bell would ring and everyone would leave, and the teacher would scream out the homework. Most of the time, that's not really how it happens. Everyone just kind of sits down, no one throws things, notes have been replaced by text, and the homework is never mention, save in the smallest possible corner of the *white* board. But sometimes, at the end of a period when everyone pack up, or I see a note get passed, and I suddenly feel really cool. Like I'm one of the pretty teenagers from a high school show. Brrrring.
-Josie
ascendingPig
higgleday piggleday smorgasbord skunk
-Wanda
my innermost thoughts?? not sure I really have any at the moment...well that's not true at all, I just cant think of anything of value to say at this point in time. there is something rather therapeutic about writing your thoughts when people (supposedly) don't know who's writing them. so i guess what's going on with me these day is I'm just way stressed out by pretty much everything: work, school, college, etc. well the period is almost over and i have to go to American next which is the source of most of my stress and try to convince my teacher to not make me take a test that I had no time to study for because the mono made me really really tired last night. so i think I'm gonna go now, ill write more of my "inner most thoughts" later. peace out
~becky starz
-Josie
ascendingPig
higgleday piggleday smorgasbord skunk
-Wanda
my innermost thoughts?? not sure I really have any at the moment...well that's not true at all, I just cant think of anything of value to say at this point in time. there is something rather therapeutic about writing your thoughts when people (supposedly) don't know who's writing them. so i guess what's going on with me these day is I'm just way stressed out by pretty much everything: work, school, college, etc. well the period is almost over and i have to go to American next which is the source of most of my stress and try to convince my teacher to not make me take a test that I had no time to study for because the mono made me really really tired last night. so i think I'm gonna go now, ill write more of my "inner most thoughts" later. peace out
~becky starz
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
the start
CONFESSIONS OF A TEENAGE ALPHASMART
Second Edition
3.24.2009
So I have dyslexia, which let's me have an AlphaSmart in school. AlphaSmart are arguably the one of the cooler things in the special needs industry. It's got a full keyboard, and it's just like word on a mini laptop. I don't know, it's cool. But in 8th grade to freshman year, my friends started using the AlphaSmart as a free therapist. And well, it's junior year and sometimes we need a moment to ourselves. So maybe this will just an exercise in talking to ourselves or thinking we're clever when we're not. Any way it goes, these words will always be where we were, and it will be interesting and nostalgic, even if we're not nearly as cool as we think we are.
-Josie
Goldfinch: oh hey Alphie. I think I named you Alphie last time. So it's now junior year, and we're all stressed the fuck out over college and work and the AP bio exam I have in a few hours and the Latin homework that's due in about ten minutes. no wait five. fuck my life. ANYWAY. I missed you Alphie! I'll catch you up on my life at a later date. Ciao!
Tired.
cold.
overwhelmed.
too much work to do.
not enough time in the day.
story of my life.
-Genvieve
lindsay is stupid
-anonymous
Oh. Okay. So everyday my best friend from camp and I write a poem to each other every day. Or we used to, but it's to about a trickle. but I still try. So here goes:
Those Who Run on Empty
By Josie (3.24.2009)
There are two sort of emptinesses
in my opinion
there's one
that runs rampant through the masses
of the jaded
that comes with the realization
that nothing in their lives hole
a life without
can be anywhere
it's a black hole
a life without
can be anywhere
it's a black hole
a life without
can be anywhere
it's a black hole
a life without reason
but trying to live through it
and maybe
perhaps
they are the same
and I never knew
but that very isolated feeling
leads to an empty emptiness
that we can't define anyway
Meg was not your average stop and shop employee. She was a well deserved, beautiful, unique, and wise teenager. Never did she expect that her minimum wage remedial after school job would lead to her love story. a love story that came out of left field, and stayed there. this Jason character was an unexpected angel. little did either one of the know they would connect under such circumstances.
it was one slow Sunday night at stop and shop with lemons and apples being thrown around. Jason walked through the door, this time alone, without his kind mother. he headed straight for meg. he swept her off her feet and ravished her right in front of her co workers. he didn't care. the blushing and waiting was over. they would be together. she would rattle off codes for produce while he would pick her up after a long hard day and treat her to some Jason lovin.
-Meg
blahhh!!!
~becky starz
So i got mono last week. it sucks major ass. i hope my ex has it to so that he can't play baseball and the rest of his senor year and it will suck. So that's really all I have to say for now. I'm sure later I will have some other shit to ramble on about for hours. ;)
~becky starz
haikus are easy
but sometimes they don't make sense
refrigerator
-words of wisdom from a bumper sticker
Second Edition
3.24.2009
So I have dyslexia, which let's me have an AlphaSmart in school. AlphaSmart are arguably the one of the cooler things in the special needs industry. It's got a full keyboard, and it's just like word on a mini laptop. I don't know, it's cool. But in 8th grade to freshman year, my friends started using the AlphaSmart as a free therapist. And well, it's junior year and sometimes we need a moment to ourselves. So maybe this will just an exercise in talking to ourselves or thinking we're clever when we're not. Any way it goes, these words will always be where we were, and it will be interesting and nostalgic, even if we're not nearly as cool as we think we are.
-Josie
Goldfinch: oh hey Alphie. I think I named you Alphie last time. So it's now junior year, and we're all stressed the fuck out over college and work and the AP bio exam I have in a few hours and the Latin homework that's due in about ten minutes. no wait five. fuck my life. ANYWAY. I missed you Alphie! I'll catch you up on my life at a later date. Ciao!
Tired.
cold.
overwhelmed.
too much work to do.
not enough time in the day.
story of my life.
-Genvieve
lindsay is stupid
-anonymous
Oh. Okay. So everyday my best friend from camp and I write a poem to each other every day. Or we used to, but it's to about a trickle. but I still try. So here goes:
Those Who Run on Empty
By Josie (3.24.2009)
There are two sort of emptinesses
in my opinion
there's one
that runs rampant through the masses
of the jaded
that comes with the realization
that nothing in their lives hole
a life without
can be anywhere
it's a black hole
a life without
can be anywhere
it's a black hole
a life without
can be anywhere
it's a black hole
a life without reason
but trying to live through it
and maybe
perhaps
they are the same
and I never knew
but that very isolated feeling
leads to an empty emptiness
that we can't define anyway
Meg was not your average stop and shop employee. She was a well deserved, beautiful, unique, and wise teenager. Never did she expect that her minimum wage remedial after school job would lead to her love story. a love story that came out of left field, and stayed there. this Jason character was an unexpected angel. little did either one of the know they would connect under such circumstances.
it was one slow Sunday night at stop and shop with lemons and apples being thrown around. Jason walked through the door, this time alone, without his kind mother. he headed straight for meg. he swept her off her feet and ravished her right in front of her co workers. he didn't care. the blushing and waiting was over. they would be together. she would rattle off codes for produce while he would pick her up after a long hard day and treat her to some Jason lovin.
-Meg
blahhh!!!
~becky starz
So i got mono last week. it sucks major ass. i hope my ex has it to so that he can't play baseball and the rest of his senor year and it will suck. So that's really all I have to say for now. I'm sure later I will have some other shit to ramble on about for hours. ;)
~becky starz
haikus are easy
but sometimes they don't make sense
refrigerator
-words of wisdom from a bumper sticker
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