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irreducible essence of beth
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10.27.99

today is my half birthday. i am eighteen and one half years old. wow.

i'm going as dead britney spears for halloween. everyone to which i tell this bit of information looks at me blankly for a moment and then smiles with evil glee or laughs hysterically. but seriously, i have the whole catholic school-girl outfit and all i need is dead makeup, which my sister is very good at applying. this isn't to say that i hate britney spears. i quite like her. but it's more fun to dress up as her DEAD because that will be scarier and i can be evil. yup.

two matters of "anonymous" business.

one, i do not have a crush on him/her. i think anon was led to believe this by my poll. but really, i just wanted to know what percentage of people who read my diary also read dear anon's diary-like-item and enjoy it. more than i expected.

two, why are so many people voting for LAUREN??? c'mon, people! it's a very nice-looking diary. she certainly knows her html. but is it really that interesting to read about the life of a "precocious 13-year-old girl"? (and no, i'm not jealous of her. she's too mainstream for me to be jealous of her. i'm jealous of charlotte church.) personally, i think she flaunts how wonderfully marvelous she is. it gets a little annoying. so i won't read anymore. i don't have to read it. i read scott. i read mimi smartypants. i read rachael (sometimes). i read anonymous. these are the only diaries that i've read so far that don't flaunt their magnificance (humility!) while being wonderfully funny and realistic with GOOD WRITING!!! YAY!!!

i had my theatre midterm on tuesday. i'm thinking i did pretty well on it, except for the HUGE true/false section. i suck at those. i'll find out what i got tomorrow.

the phone is ringing off the hook. and it's never a number on the caller ID that i recognize, so i let the answering machine get it, but then THEY HANG UP. dammit, i hate that. it's all these people calling my dad about his re-election. it sucks. and we (me, my mom and sister) keep telling him how we hate it that he's even on the city council since he's ALWAYS GONE for meetings. but he doesn't really care. he keeps saying, "thanks for your SUPPORT!" in that really sarcastic way. ugh.

i'm going to pick up my sister from school today. i have this feeling like i shouldn't, but i'm going to anyway.