I did it. This little ficus is all aloneeee. Player's gotta play. Basically 3 years later and it got ugly. Apparently my age made the MR. uncomfortable. Because you know, my age dramatically changed when I got braces. I went from 17, to 12 in a matter of hours. What ever ladies and gents. I'm not angry, not really that upset anymore. I'm more...I think the correct term would be, "back on top". (no pun intended)

if anyone can find the man in the batman suit, (lack there of) i will give a mighty fine reward and go roller skating... naked. the search is on my friends.

stay thirsty,

George Ficus

T-5 days

Hey lovers-

It was a very hot day. I accompanied a friend to LaSalle today. They start school tomorrow and today was their freshman orientation...all I can say is that I'm glad I don't go to LaSalle.

Everything is going well. I'm almost done with my summer reading, Alverno has new desks and I have a selection of photos for my locker. I've decided that the theme should be black divas. Not bad, right? Senior year hasn't even started yet, but it sure does look promising. The mister and I have two classes together. Office Aide and Creative Writing, maybe the two best classes ever. As office aides, we take our job very seriously, but I want to photocopy pictures of us on homework.

The "nice" guy I met at the scary high school party is still nice. XXX is his name now. He's teaching me to drive, but he doesn't have a license.

I ordered my senior pictures. They're coming in three weeks. The countdown begins...

I am etc.,

Georgia

i tried to blog and it wouldnt let me.

"i'm a photo journalist."

photo 1. because everyone loves spandex

photo 2. because everyone loves an angry tourist

photo 3. what the fuck am i looking at? YOU

i typed in creepers in google images. apparently it is a type of show. "so ugly yet so cute."

i recently went to scandinavia. (it isnt one country it is a region in europe you dumb fucks) it was marvelous. a week after i got back, some extremist decided to massacre 84ish people. rest in peace peeps... terrorists suck. to be more specific i went to denmark, sweden, norway, russia, latvia, finland, and lets not forget Amsterdam, Holland. if any of you get to go to the baltics, please go to russia. it was my favy just fyi.

things are going extremely well right now for sea life. butters is in peru helping the orphans. (show me the orphans!) georgia is...doing georgia stuff and thats always a plus. dyke is..being dykey. (keep up the good work!) the little one is off the radar so, i guess that means shes doing well too. as for myself, i fell off a pony today and didnt land on my head so.. PROPS TO THE GEORGEY MAN!

The Summer Wind is Blowin' too fast

Hey motherfuckers-

So, George and I apologize for not blogging more often. The summer is quite stressful with all the sitting around and tanning and eating popsicles. The mister and I are taking our senior photos tomorrow, so I will tell him to blog. But for right now, I'll fill you in on what's been going on with the lady of the garden.

Since my last blog, I got the results of my two AP tests and SAT. I did well on all three.

Now for some more interesting news...

My boss and the owner of Poo Bah record shop in Pasadena are best friends since we made Mr. Poo Bah Grand Marshal of the Doo Dah Parade. I also have become quite outstanding friends with him and have become the unofficial shop girl of Poo Bah. Anyway, my boss and Mr. Poo Bah had the brilliant idea to have a radio show out of the shop every week. It's official name is Tom's Martini Hour with Red Rosie (that's me). Our first show was last thursday and many people listened to us talk for 2 and 1/2 hours, two of which were Butters and Dyke. Thanks, ladies. We will be moving the show to sundays at 6, so please do go to poobah.com and listen to me talk.

You know you want to.

Last week, I went to my first high school party. Finally. It's not the first party I've ever been to while in high school, of course, but it's the first party I had to pay to get into. Most everyone there was high/drunk/slutty, so I didn't fit in. I met the only "nice" guy in the joint and now we are friendly.

At work, we are planning an erotic literature festival. It's going down in October, so write it in your palm pilot.

I've got to get my beauty sleep. We'll post photos of the photoshoot tomorrow.

I am etc.,

Georgia.

Georgia takes the SAT

George wrote about his experience with the SAT, so I thought it was appropirate to tell my point of view.

So I got up twenty minutes before Dyke Ficus was going to pick me up. I got dressed with my Doo Dah Parade shirt and was ready to go. I plopped into Dyke's car and jetted away. We got to Monrovia High School and went through the wrong door, so we cut in line and were almost at the front. I was in a seperate room than Dyke and Butters because my actual last name starts with an "S." I waltzed into the room which was already half full. No one was talking! I thought I was on Marz. So, we started the test instructions and people kept coming in late. At first it was funny, then it wasn't. We started taking the actual test and it wasn't as bad as I thought. This one girl across from me kept petting her hair like an animal or something. Like it was her special kitten. I thought it was almost over at 11:30, but I was WRONG. We got released from the pen at 12:48 and thank the lord Jesus we did. If I had been in there a second longer, I would have melted. The SAT was not has bad as I thought it would be, but it was too long. I wouldn't have hated taking it again, but I'd rather not. Actually, in a way, it's therapeutic. All those bubbles, the one, whiny asian bitch who kept complaing about the heat, the random sneezes. It all was like one, giant coma. And, like waking up from a coma, I had to pee like Seabiscuit.
AND I DID.