Yeah, I want everyone to meet him. Dunno what his name is yet, but meet him. Just take a mental trip over to my house - it's right around the corner from the field of magical unicorns.
He's more or less the color of seaweed, but with a gold tint.
Do you know what he is? If ya do, good for you - I don't care. I'm gonna tell ya anyway. He's a beta fish~
That's right. About four bucks of aquatic joy is now all mine. All else is forgotten.

The story: my aunt got a new dog, so we're in PetsMart getting things for it. And I love animals so I'm lookin' at the cats 'n birds 'n...FISH. Yeah, soon as I spotted those guys on the edge of the aisle I had to have one.
I'm that easy to please.

Now I'm off to train him to kill small children. Ciao, loves~

mood: excited music: A Perfect Circle

Here's to the holidays, loves! Or moreover, holiday break!
I'm so glad to be outta school for a bit...

The last day, we pretty much partied in Women's Chamber Choir.
We did a Secret Santa in there; I got Music And Lyrics on DVD (never actually seen it), and a chocolate bar. I was lazy and only gave an iTunes gift certificate; you can't really wrap it and I couldn't find a small bag, so I had rolled it up in paper and tied the ends shut with ribbon so that it looked like a big pink Tootsie Roll.

After that, my Band and the Mixed Choir doubled up for a combined lesson on musical theatre.
We watched part of Phantom Of The Opera, and  one of my friends was between me and our oboe so we were bugging him to sing. That was pretty great~

Of course, Honors Algebra II and Honors Chemistry couldn't be awesome like that! No~
"Have a great break! -But first, let me give you this quiz to fail."
Yeah. Thanks, ya'll. Just top it off.

And the point of all this is: it snowed after school! Yay!
(No idea how, but that ties everything up. Seemed climatic to me.)

We're making little...like, chocolate-covered peanut butter-ball snowmen right now
I only ate one and I'm sick...too rich...
Mine are pimps; they're all wearing like vests and coats - with gumdrop top hats to boot. My aunt made one and used these round red sprinkles for eyes, so he really looks like he's high on somethin'.

Last, for amateur hour (more like minute)...my life: it could be a sitcom.
First, I saw the annual A Christmas Carol musical that's performed downtown my area a bit ago; we see it every year. It was still good, but they cut a lot of the songs short. But when we went to leave, I rode with my cousin. (Frankly, he's got a rather nice Ford 'Stang.)
We're drivin' by Krispie Kreme Donuts, and we decided to go through the drivethrough real quick. So we're in line an' creepin' 'long with everyone else, when some fat guy gets mad at us. Apparently, in moving with the line, we were delaying him getting his donuts - god forbid! But that's not the funny part. He yelled something at us that we couldn't even understand; I heard "rude" in there somewhere, and my cousin heard "really?!". But the last part was "donuts!". Then my cousin rolled down his window and started making some rather sarcastic remarks, which frankly entertained me.

So yeah, hope ya'll are all enjoyin' your holidays!

mood: sleepy

I, along with all the other people who were doin' some after-school Chemistry whatnot to raise our grades, had to go to this other teacher's class to work 'cause our Honors Chemistry teacher had to go somewhere. When he was collecting stuff he said to give him the Scantrons and test copies, but he put an "-ies" on the end of "tests"...so yeah. Then he told us to hurry up and leave 'cause he had dates with all our mothers.
I hope I can get him for a class next year.

I've still managed to be quite tied up trying to keep my grades in the gold - or actually, just trying to pass. Not exactly my shining moments, here.

That, and I've been wasting time with my Nintendo DS again. Mostly Pokemon and MegaMan. Anyhow, one of the MegaMan games really struck a blow to me the other night...
To get through this door, you had to answer a question: How many planets are in our solar system? I said 9, and it told me I was wrong. The answer was 8, of course. But, frankly, Pluto will always be a planet to me; that's just how I grew up. But it really did hurt to have this unnecessarily up-to-date game tell me I was wrong...
And apparently ElecMan knows his science, too. You can borrow other peoples' Navis (including another WWW agent, Mr. Match's HeatMan!), and depending on some of their abilities they might be able to remove obstacles. I didn't think it'd work, but I press A to check out this giant water spout that's in my way. ElecMan's just like "If I pass powerful electricity through this, I can separate it into hydrogen and oxygen molecules."
...It's bad when your chemistry skill is being rivaled by a video game. That, and they should invent real Navis, serious. Not as creepy as when your GPS talks to you, and they're probably better than calenders next to my short-term memory.

And, in other news, threesomes inevitably lead to foursomes. Beware...and be ready. To party.
-what?!
But yeah. Just so you know. (but I wasn't invited to join)
I love having lunch with all the other Bandies~

I get out of school Friday!

mood: tired

Okay, just got back from a marching band luncheon. (We always have one after we perform in the downtown Christmas parade.) Great desserts, lemme tell ya.

Anyhow, let's kick this off the right way: in chronological order.

Yesterday!
I went to the mall and finally got Pokemon Platinum. I intend to sell my soul to that as soon as possible - which should be today.
I also saw my one-a my buddies in GameStop when I was getting Platinum. And then again in Barnes And Noble. Stalker~ But I love her for it.

Today!
Having to get up at 6am on a Saturday hurt. We had to be at the school early, get on our marching band uniforms, and get downtown for our part in the annual Christmas parade.
Last year, we played "Do You Hear What I Hear?". This year, we played that again - but we also got to play "Sleigh Ride" every other time.
Last year, the baritone in front of me had the TV camera shoved in his face (the parade's live). This year, the piccolo next to me got stalked by the camera. And the whole time, I'm just laughing. Suckers.
Oh, and only one of our three trumpets performed in the parade. So we love him for that.
After the parade, we have to head back to the buses and go back to school. My boyfriend, who was in the parade earlier 'cause he's in his school's ROTC, found me and we were able to talk on the way.
So then out annual luncheon I mentioned at the beginning of this. They gave out a few entertaining awards, including "Most Obsessed With The Water Cart". My grandmother got little prize for helping with props at competitions, but I kept that - it's a dog tag, with a sixteenth note on one side and "Pit Crew/Props" engraved on the back.

Later!
My bestest buddai's birthday party is today. We're going to see New Moon. I'm not much for the Twilight movies, but I'll try to enjoy this - by joking, making fun of the movie, and doing other generally obnoxious things that may or may not get us thrown out. It's what I do.
Then I'm gonna, like...I dunno, maybe try to cook and burn down her house or something. We'll see.

So yeah. The major busy-ness should be over for now.
Ciao, loves~
Oh wait, one more thing...
There's a party in my pants, and everybody's coming!

mood: happy

...with a slight chance of death.
And, as we all know, death is the number one killer in America. Be careful out there.

By the way, who's lovin' this journal deal? Hollaback!

Well, guess who's feeling happy and bubbly and wonderful?
Those dumb chicks from Wonderbread land that go to my school. (Who's talking here, anyways? I'm a white chick, myself.)
Anyhow, not me.
People like that actually sorta annoy me, mostly when I'm having a bad day. I'm just like "Take your happy somewhere else - get outta my emo corner, and offa my lawn!"

So anyhow...as usual, I'm a lazy bum. And my hate of technology and its all-to-constant failures rages on.
In short, I still have to kick myself in the butt to answer messages. I'm not as busy anymore, though I oughtta be studyin' more. I still need to bring up some grades~ Though I am doing better, finally, luckily...yeah~
Oh yeah. And art. I guess I'll get some done eventually. Whatever.

I've been having a pretty slow week. And I can't seem to think right; I just kept doing general stupid things. Go me.
Seriously, I get goin', I'm like an unstoppable force of nature~
...Anywho, I'm just glad this week's over. And there's another one comin'!

So yeah. Just wanted a new journal. Not much to say.
But am I the only one missing when the "MegaMan NT Warrior" series came on TV? I dunno, I've just been missing that lately...
Elecman's the bomb.
So yeah.
Ciao, loves~

mood: amused

And in recent news, my school kinda had a...ah... 'Kay, ya know what, lemme just start at the beginning here:
So I'm in Women's Chamber Choir the other day. The fire alarms go off - I'm actually cool when that happened; I only jumped when a room full of chicks started squealing. Not cool. And we got like all these sopranos and an opera chick, so...just not cool. (Yeah, I'm an alto; I'd have a manly squeal )
So we all go out and gather in the field outside. A bunch of people. In one place. This would be great as, oh I dunno, a target or something? I mean, if you were gonna issue a bomb threat? Just thinkin' aloud, here.
So yeah, my guess was bomb threat. And that turned out to be the rumor that went around.
Facts are something was written on a wall - not sure if it was something about killing someone or the suspected bomb threat. Some student, dunno who (and dun really care) got arrested.
Call me crazy, but...I love my school. I thought the whole thing was hilarious.
So this whole time, I'm just kickin' it with my buddies who were in Symphonic Band at the time. Good stuff there~
The best part is how we had a whole information center going. It was sorta amazing, really. We had people texting their parents (apparently our school was on TV). The bomb threat rumor had spread through the crowd before we even got back into the school.
God, I love my school. So much.

And we had a Chemistry test today. I don't think I flunked this one - and yeah, that's really a bit of a change... (Hate Chemistry~ Rawr~)
But one of the questions I was having trouble reading 'cause it was so redundant - it said to do an electron configuration doing long hand, then the next sentence said "Use longhand method".
So yeah. I totally used short hand.

Man, ya'll got no clue how good it feels to actually go home after school!
I have marching band rehearsal tomorrow, then we'll play at the Friday night football game for Senior Night. And that'll be that. Later we have a Christmas parade and a St. Patrick's Day parade, with one rehearsal for each I think.
Pep Band's gonna start soon, too. We probably have like five rehearsals all season for that; we just play at the Thursday night football games.

Now that I've got the tutors I've been asking about, I'm doing a bit better in Honors Chemistry and Honors Algebra II - thank all that's good and decent!
I really can't wait 'til next semester, when I'm done with these classes! I swear, for the rest of my life I'm gonna be flinching every time I hear someone talking about atoms. And what's with Algebra? More like a calculator class half the time; "So you put it in here, press the VARS..." I mean, honestly?
Remember: this is half our youth going down the drain. Hours each day that we'll never get back.
I am not impressed, school authorities. Not impressed.

Oh, and would you believe all us trumpets got accused of smoking Smarties again? (With "all us" actually bein' three...including me. Dunno whether to laugh or cry.)
Yeah, so like last week we're in the back room for sectionals. We're all smokin' Smarties and whatnot. Ah, fond memories~
Anyhow, our tuba comically accused us today. I swear, we were innocent.
I swear to drunk, I'm not god.

Oh my, this has gotten rather long...
I'll just leave ya'll here, with Ciao~ Have a good one, ya'll~

mood: amused music: Bad, Bad Leroy Brown

First, I wanna celebrate: I earned my first official Black Point.
In our band, you can earn points based on how black you are. We have a handful of black people, and some of them are like the whitest black people ever. Yeah, we make racist jokes and remarks nonstop, get over it~ So they're explaining to this one white chick (who's really, really white) how to talk black - or trying. So I've been in public schools all my life and already talk a bit black sometimes; I turn around and said somethin' so black I was awarded a Point.
...We're not weird or anything, but I'd sure hate to catch this "normal" everyone speaks of; sounds rather contagious.

Today's marching band practice was based on endurance, I believe. In other words, I'm now tired. Good times, right?
Really, I actually do love marching band~ Band's my life.

So I'm still doing really terribly in Honors Chemistry and Honors Algebra II, and I'm trying to pull that up to at least getting Bs. I'm getting better at trumpet every day in Concert Band. I've got a high A in my Women's Chamber Chorus.
We've got mid-terms a-comin'. We were supposed to have them tomorrow, but our computers have been down due to a virus (the administration makes it sound like a cyber terrorist!) and they were pushed back; now they're Thursday and Friday. Wednesday is early release and we're moving our marching band practice to Tuesday because of it, so I'm hopin' to get some studyin' in and pull my grades up here - or at least not fail.

I've been under the impression for a while, I believe, that the word "prescription" was actually spelled "p-e-r-scription". I like my way better. "Pre-" means before, so it should really be more like "postscription" 'cause you get it after you get sick.
Silly English language.

Ciao, ya'll~ Love ya~

mood: tired

You know what's more fun than marching in the rain? Marching in the rain when it's freezing.
Yeah, it got to the point my hands felt more than a little funny...Don't think that's a good sign.
So yeah, jist of it all: cold, we marching band practice. And on the side we got to do our share of laps, along with some push-ups and jumping jacks. Good times, right?
This one sax was joking about how our field's all even and has tons of dips, so I turned around and said "our field has all the flatness of a Hooters chick". But then I found out that the teacher probably heard me. My bad.

So yeah, just got back from that. It's been a while since a warm shower's felt that good.

Also, we took the Practice SAT today. Waste of my life, but better than class I guess. One retarded question asked how many integers between 1 and 1000 don't have 7 as any digit; we don't 'xactly have time to sit there counting, so I went on and most people I talked to did the same. I don't 'xactly see how knowin' somethin' like that's gonna help us in life...no, not really, no.
The only class I actually had was Band. We had a tiny bit of Honors Chemistry, during which nothing was accomplished.
And then we sat around in our hour-long study hall, waiting 'til we could go to marching band practice.

Now you can believe me when I say I ain't doin' nothin' for the rest of the day. Really.
Oh, and I bought the DVDs where they re-released the first season of the original Transformers from Target. I like. Rumble (one of Soundwave's cassettes) reminds me of Boku from Sonic X.

So there's my day. I'm hungry, I'm gonna go eat dinner, and then I'm-a get me some-a my cake - 'cause I deserve it.
Happy Wednesday, people. (it really feels like it should be Thursday or Friday)

mood: hungry

The critics are always right.

So yesterday was like a freakin' fantastic Thursday. Really.
Then I went to marching band.
First, we saw the video from our performance at the competition last weekend; some of the sets, mostly toward the end and namely the beginning of our last movement, made my soul hurt on the inside. Ow.
Second, our band teacher was not very happy with us. She's not happy, ain't nobody gonna be happy.
Band class was pretty nice, though~ Our teacher stops us in the middle of a song and says that the percussionist on base drum sounds angry, so she tells this other percussionist to tell the base drum guy how to not sound angry and the other percussionist just goes "Be happy!" ...Wrong. The correct answer was something about their technique.
Just remember, kiddies: don't get mad - get Glad.

This is great: my grandmother's been gone to the beach for the past few days (she's back today), and my granddaddy's always at work. So that means I've been left in peace, for once, for the past few days! Can we say Wonderland?

Alright, so we all know how skilled a procrastinator I am, savvy?
So I'm too lazy to do anything academic most the time, especially after marching band. I'm not gonna lie, I hate my classes right now (Honors Chemistry and Honors Algebra II) and my teachers can't teach.
So I've had this Algebra project for a week or two... We use matrices to code words into numbers, with two more matrices to "decode" and "encode" - got me so far? I'll try to explain this insensibility as sensibly as I can. So I'm ready for this, bring it on; I take the Caterpillar's poem from Alice In Wonderland and use that. She has us count not only letters but also spaces for the matrix, so I end up with 219 characters and my matrix is 3x73! I wrote it straight across, then taped the four pages I used together.
Heheh~ I'd like to see her check that.

More on the upside, I'm not doin' too bad in Women's Chamber Choir. I got my music down, and our concert's next week I believe.
But I'm still ready for the semester to end and let me outta that class. Partially, my arrogance and chill personality have me in that place like "WTF, chicks? We really need all this drama?" I mean, really, and all-girl class? You know we gonna have some drama. I dunno. Mild drama's kinda entertaining in a "haha, look at that idiot" sorta way, but I'm really not the kinda chick to go gettin' in all that stupid mess and wastin' my time 'n breath. Naw, I got better things to do.

Good news, there's no home football game tonight - and that's good news 'cause I didn't wanna go play tonight.
Tomorrow, we have another competition. Wish us luck! I'd say I'm totally ready. Only thing is, we do have this annoying quick visuals that throw everyone off, so we're gonna be all over the place on that...
We had a competition on Halloween! But we do get our own band Halloween party.

I dunno, I'm feelin' rather smug right now. And I'm enjoyin' it. What can I say, it's pretty good to be me today~ Sun's shinin', and I can't really complain, eh? I'm ready for my weekend!
And I'm not playin', I've got it goin' on right here~ Someone tries to start somethin', I ain't gonna be backin' down; I'm ready today, so bring it.
I'm thinkin' it might just be my arrogance, but there's always mess goin' down ya know? Other day, some kid apparently had a gun at second lunch, right? (I ain't even kidding) So usually, I'm just feelin' like mess at school and ignorin' it, but I'm wired today. Someone wants to go, I'm ready to bust the place up.
Ehh, too much bad vibes and BS flyin' 'round these days. Love all around here~ Happy Friday everyone, happy Friday! Now shuddap and go enjoy yer weekend!

mood: amused

I just thought I'd share that with everyone. Now I'm 16.

Actually, I got up an hour early this morning to do an Algebra assignment that the teacher is taking up. But when I looked at it, I noticed where I wrote "due Thursday" on top. That's when I remembered she'd changed her mind and given us longer.
So yeah, I feel clever now.

mood: sleepy

Yep. It's tomorrow.
And now I feel old; I told a friend that I'm turning 16 after today's marching band practice, and he made me feel even older. And I still haven't taken driving classes, even though I'll now be old enough to have my license.
...Silly me, I fail~
I have no marching band practice on my birthday, which is good and bad;
Bad: I don't get to celebrate it with my friends as much.
Good: I don't have to listen to almost sixty vocally-challenged band geeks try to sing "Happy Birthday", I don't have to worry about getting hit sixteen times by people armed with instruments, and I'll actually have time to celebrate with my family.
...Wow, the good's kinda outweighing the bad for once there~
But my classes'll be the same bummers, and I have to stay after for more Chemistry remediation ('cause I'm terrible at it). Can we say "buzzkill"?

And we had marching band practice today, even though it was a Teacher Workday and there was no school.
I lost count of how many push-ups I did. Push-ups are not punishment; they are a physical representation of your error. It's just mildly hard to believe that while you're on the ground listening to her saying how great we did at Saturday's competition (and yeah, we rocked that place).
It was actually the fastest 2.5 hours of my life.

So yeah. Good times.
And I have Algebra homework due tomorrow.

mood: tired

Oh lawdy, lawdy~ What strange band kiddies~
...I am so tired.
I got up around 7-7:30am this morning, and had to be somewhere at 8:30am. Our marching band had a donation car wash (and the parents worked a little bake sale), which lasted from then until 2pm.
LONGEST 5 HOURS OF MY LIFE. So far.
Anyways, for lunch I bought doughnuts and cookies from the bake sale. Those were pretty good. My lunch break was only like 2 minutes though; and it was my only break.
I spent like the first 2 hours washing cars, with my main job being to wash the tires. After that I spent the rest of the time drying them and washing the windows.
Here's how it worked: the students would spray, soap, and rinse at one place; then the person would drive their car over to where we would dry, clean the windows with Windex, and vacuum.
We also had a few people at the street directing traffic in.
My uncle drove his big Ford truck in, and I got to dry it; it's an awesome diesel-fueled loud-rumbling silver one! We had two new Mustangs come in while I was washing, but other groups got those; there was a beautiful black one and a red convertible. My group did get to wash this wicked red Trans Am! And my group also washed my grandmother's white Mercedes.
We were joking that the drying/window-washing/vacuuming area was only for those of us with OCD. We actually ended up having few people over there working with us on it. For me, that was true; I got to the point I could dry the cars ridiculously fast and still do a good job; apparently, it was rather startling. But it felt good, 'cause I haven't gotten to let my OCD run that wild in ages!
After all this was over, it was amazing it was only 2pm; felt like the whole weekend had passed by.
...Oh, what fun~ It's good to be a band geek.

mood: tired

Well, life is about as good as it'll be gettin' for me. Hey, can't complain I guess; I'm alive. Could be worse. My cat's in the way of my hand when I'm trying to type, but she's adorable at the same time.
Marching band's the bomb. Best part of my day. Last year was rough, but now that I'm out and know what I'm doin' it's great. Yesterday for stretches, our drum major told us a story about a gay pirate octopus named Kyle; it had to do with how we were all quiet and whatnot for stretches yesterday, when a teacher was telling us a story. So now as long as we're quiet and all for stretching, we'll get a story! Yeah call me a kiddie, but I'm totally psyched~ I have yet to outgrow storytime. Our drum major said he'd bring Dr. Seuss for Monday's practice.

School sucks beyond all reason.
I hate Honors Algebra II. First, I hate Algebra. Second, the teacher's not that great; usually put-you-to-sleep take notes and do problems kinda thing.
Next is Women's Chamber (chorus). I feel like a complete dumbass; I've never taken a chorus class in my life, so I've hardly got any idea how to sing everything right and all these other girls are just doin' their thing. I've only got it this semester (they're replacing it with, I think, AP Music Theory next semester), and I'm not taking it again. On Fridays we can perform solos, so (although I had nothing for today) last Friday I performed Moonlight Sonata on the piano. I was not about to just sing in front of them obviously, and the teacher had said we could play the piano. That's the only fun I've had in there; towards the holidays I'll play a thing of variations on Pachebel's Cannon, and I'm practicing to play New York New York.
Band's kinda...this and that. I love the trumpet. I'm glad I'm not stuck in the flute section, with Freshies I might not like and Freshies I know I don't like. During sectionals, this clarinet Freshie came in thinkin' he was hot stuff and I was 'bout to slap him right out the room. But my section, I've decided, is pretty good~ My only real problem is that I'm pretty sure the teacher thinks I suck at trumpet. I'm not really that horribly bad - I'm getting it as I go. My thing is that I can't play when she calls me out. I could do it on my flute, I can play for people on my piano; it's just that darn trumpet. I got a crappy test grade on a scale I knew how to play really well. It's just not workin' for me when she calls me out, which makes it feel like she's picking on me when I know she's not.
Then my day's topped off with Honors Chemistry. This teacher's a clone of the one I had for Honors Biology last year; tons of work and information crammed into your mind beyond all good reason. Frankly, it's like tryin' to shove 10 pounds of crap into a 5-pound bag; just not gonna happen. I can't wait to be done with her class.

Now, dates of birth are a funny thing. For one, whether or not they are good or bad depends largely on perspective; kiddies get excited, and old people get depressed.
I'm not either; I'm just busy. My birthday is coming up, and I'll be turning 16. I would kinda rather postpone it. First, that's in the middle of marching band, so I'm feeling all busy. Second, it's on a Tuesday so I'll have school and Mock Trial club. Third, I haven't taken Driver's Ed yet so I feel all lazy and whatnot.
I guess I'm havin' a little party. Everyone over at my place, chill out all night and all morning, sleep 'til the afternoon. Somethin' like that.

So yeah. I've reason plenty to be happy or sad; now I'm wandering in a confused manner somewhere between the two.
Have a nice day now.

mood: blank music: Stronger - Kanye West

...he holds air hostage.

Well, I'm back! Hugs all around~

Aight, so band camp was way easier this year - or at least it seemed that way.
I was able to...I dunno. I wasn't totally dead, but I swear my soul was hurting. But there was plenty of funny to go around.
We had the band dance last night, so ya'll know I got some'n on there! I love dances! And they played the tango from our show, so me and my pal were tangoing together.
But we did have to march on some stupid astroturf field one day - it's all hot in the sun, and these stupid little black pieces of rubber get in your shoes. Luckily (kinda) it was raining, so the field wasn't the frying pan it was last year. I was randomly like Since this field's rubber, doesn't that mean we'd be fine if lightning hit it?
And then our director said she was loving the trumpets once while we were playing, and my friend who plays the trumpet says (loud enough that everyone, including the director, hears) Why?
I tried to entertain myself during practices. One time I said I'd fork my pal, but my other friend said forking wasn't nice - so I asked about spooning...and she just kinda looked at me.
Then we're standing there and my friend is too close in the drill to my pal, so the director's like Do you like her? Does she smell good? Of course he's just like I don't know!, and then the director is just like You're too close to her!
One night, we actually got to go and wade through the water in the fountain. Obviously we weren't supposed to, but we did - and we liked it!
I was surprised to have what was probably the only conversation I've ever had with our drum major. Someone's complaining about the food, so I'm just like Just eat it and don't complain. They'll spit in your food. And our drum major randomly turns up and we kinda get onto a short discussion about how you don't send your food back at restuarants - whether ya'll think it's a myth or not I'll leave it to you, but I never send my food back. He's like When they bring you chicken tenders and you asked for a pizza, just eat it like a champ. He's awesome~
Oh, and there was a senior prank. They rigged water balloons outside everyone's doors. Lucky for me, it was my roommate who opened the door in the morning!
We could really write a book - Tales of Band Camp. And it'd all start with One time at band camp...
It even kinda started before we got there... We stopped at McDonald's on the way for lunch, and we were all playing in the little kid thing. I could barely fit through the tunnels, so it ended up being surprisingly tiring. But fun!

Okay...I'm tired now. It kinda mildly hurts to walk. My blisters have blisters.
I'll check messages later. Good night...day...Bye.

First, I had a friend over yesterday. We rode my horses, then she spent the night.

This morning, her mom picks her up and I go to church.

When I get back from church, we go to the mall.
I'm hanging out in Barnes and Noble, in the manga section. I hear "Are you kidding me?!" and turn around, and this dude shows me a Star Trek manga - it's sad, but we found worse later: High School Musical manga. Anyhow this dude and his friend are there, and one of them's in cosplay. So we just get to talking about anime and manga in general. They tell me they're here for a little anime thing at the F.Y.E. store. So then we all head to F.Y.E., 'cause they're early for it and I've got nothing to do. No one else has arrived for the anime thing yet, so we're just kinda hanging out there.
I have to meet some friends at their pool in the afternoon, so I leave and start out of the mall.
On my way leaving, I run into a dude from my old middle school who's there for a karate thing. So I talk to him a bit and all, nice to see him again.

I get home, and end up calling my friends arranging to meet them later. So I grab my Boogiepop costume from Animazement and go back to the mall. I run into the guys I was hangin' with earlier in GameStop, and hang with him.
Everyone's arriving and the dudes from earlier have a few friends that have arrived, so we go on to F.Y.E. together.
It's a small thing, only like fifteen total people show up. Including me and everyone else, there's less than ten cosplayers. So they have trivia and art, but I don't do that. I mostly hang out, just talking to people. Of course no one recognizes Boogiepop, so one girl was calling me "cylinder head" in reference to the shape of my hat. I did try the cosplay contest - simple enough, go up in your costume and explain your character. The three winners of the cosplay contest were Hellsing characters - who'd also had a few public service announcements regarding "real vampires" in reference to Twilight, namely that real vampires don't sparkle. After that, we're bored and we start caramelldansen in the front window to see how many people stare.
That's when I had to leave.
So on my way out, I run into the guy from my middle school again. There's also another dude from my old middle school, also there for the karate thing. The one I'd run into earlier was now wearing a tiger costume - so of course I gave him a hug.

I went on to the pool and met my friends, who I hadn't seen in a while. Another one of my friends also just happened to be there, so we were all just hanging out.
After we got tired of the pool, we chilled at my friends' place for a bit.

And now I'm back home! Yeah, I'm pleased with today. I managed a lot of random stuff, and it was fun. Now I'm pretty happy, in a good mood, all that good stuff.
They had some random free stuff at F.Y.E.'s anime thing, so I now have a useless but neat Green Lantern poster.
Barnes and Noble apparenly restocked their comics, so now they have the second Sandman again and I need to buy it. And I need to read Hellsing. I did get the first volume of the Phoenix Wright manga, and I like the art.
So that's that. Bye now~

mood: happy

It's really sorta depressing...
I finally feel better, after feeling like a crappy bum all summer and not being motivated to do anything - and guess what? It's just in time for marching band! I guess it's kinda good and bad at the same time.
Ohmahgeez, I dun wanna go~ It's weird. I hate marching band, hate doing it the whole time...then get to the end and go "I'm gonna do it again next year!" Do they brainwash us all?!
Yeah...only like two weeks left... It's even worse when you say that aloud, "only two weeks".
...doom...

Anyhow, I haven't updated in quite a while, now~ Not much to say, though.
As for the internet, I did finally get sucked into the vertex of Facebook. I'm still not addicted, but it's way better than MySpace.

*trying to think of crap to type*

Well, good news is there're some good movies out.
First, the new Transformers! Seen it, loved it. Go see it now if you haven't! And for the record, the Twins act like they could've gone to my school. Ghetto robots~
I wanna see Johnny Depp's latest, which just came out: Public Enemies. Seriously, it's John Dillinger - robbing banks, fast cars, guns...what's really not to like?
Oh, and speaking of Johnny Depp, he's apparently gonna be the Mad Hatter in an upcoming Alice In Wonderland. I saw the poster last time I went to the theater, and...well, frankly, I wouldn't advise taking little children; the new Mad Hatter disturbs the mind deeply. Very deeply.

Well, I can't really think of anything else to say. So enjoy bumming the rest of your summer away, people who don't have marching band or anything else! Enjoy it! 'Cause I can't! So you better!
...
Yeah, bye.

mood: depressed

First, you should all know that I found two Pokemon soundtracks yesterday and got them; one was from the shows, and the other was from Pokemon 2000. Point is, they made me very happy...'cause I'm so childish like that, and happily so.

As I mentioned before, yesterday my Band skipped the whole school day to go to an amusement park (Carowinds). Be jealous.

When you walk through the entrance, you're literally walking the border between the two states. So I stood there with my feet apart, so I was standing in both North Carolina and South Carolina at the same time.

We had bad roller coaster luck at first, though.
The first one we thought about going on had a really long line, so we decided to think about going on it later.
While we're in line for another, they have to delay it for something.
Then at the third one, it breaks down and people get stuck on the tracks while we're waiting in line.
At the fourth one, I didn't even bother getting in line 'cause I was kinda doubting we'd be able to get on - and I hate the long lines roller coasters always have. They actually did get to ride it though, so then I was irritated.
The fifth one I rode, and it was one of the wooden ones - wooden roller coasters rock. Our whole band seems to have gone on it, and it was like the best one in the park. The funny thing is that from the outside it looked like it dropped you and then just went around back into the station. When we got on, though, it dropped but then kept going around and everyone's wondering "Wait, where'd all this come from?!" It was actually twice as long as it'd looked. And as a funny tidbit, I'm pretty sure I screamed some curses when we dropped.
We went on some other rides and all, but that wooden roller coaster was definitely the highlight for me.

I saw Pancake on the bumper cars, and I yelled to him "Drive it like you stole it!"
Ah, that racist little white boy we call Pancake. Do not underestimate him.
I started calling him Pancock.
My Brown-Eyed Boy calls him PanKKK. And sometimes White Negro.
J calls him Klancake.
But all in all, he's still pretty awesome~

The only downside is that I didn't get to lure all the people I don't like onto roller coasters and undo their seatbelts. No splatting people for me.

Anyhow, after a few hours in the park we performed. All three of our bands got "Superiors", so go us~
But being in the audience was the fun part.
My poor Brown-Eyed Boy was sorta being molested by Caboose - he fears other men invading his space. But it's funny~
And people kept dropping things during performances. The worst was during one of our own band's performances, when this girl dropped an aluminum can - not only was it loud when it landed, but you could also hear it rolling across the concrete.
One other band that performed had terrible trombone players. They were so far from together, it looked like they were doing the wave.

Then we finally got to go home. Yay.

Afterwards, my Brown-Eyed Boy was telling me about how he talked on roller coasters instead of screaming. So they're going down a drop, and he yells "This is illegal!" And everyone just stops like mid-scream and looks at him.

mood: amused music: Sweeney Todd

I'm not even kiddin', I heard this dude behind me say that in Band.
So, due to the fact that it sounded like they were discussing penises, I turned around and asked what they were talking about. I was right - they were comparing penises. Just checking. So then I turned back around front.

Anyhow, stories come in such abundance today! Oh, how I love Fridays.

First, my Geometry Honors teacher got "teacher of the year" or something. That's fine, but point is we got to celebrate by eating cupcakes! My god, those were some good freakin' cupcakes. And they came from Target - who knew Target made cupcakes? Ya learn some'n new every day.

Then there's Biology Honors.
'Course we took notes almost the whole class; on plants now. The we pretty much castrated flowers - different wording perhaps, but the teacher's like this is the male reproductive part of the flower, so now let's rip it off.
And when she's going on about hormones influencing one another, the quiet guy decides to speak up. He further proved that you should beware the quiet ones. With no hesistation, he says so is that why when a bunch of girls are together, their periods start at the same time? - and he really did use that blunt wording. Anyhow, the teacher's just like well, yes...on to the next topic! We are all sitting there looking pointedly in another direction, thinkin' uh, dude...that's kinda creepy.

In Band was when it all went to hell in a handbasket.
This is what I live for.
Anyhow, we had this substitute who pretty much sat there the whole time reading a book. She didn't give a crap what we did.
So these two seniors tried to lead band.
Our percussionists in the back were...I dunno, even. Raping each other? Actin' some fools, they were. My Brown-Eyed Boy says the bong's probably in the snare drum. My money's goin' for the real good stuff bein' in the bass drum.
So our leading seniors can't conduct, huh? We sound like crap and have no orientation at all. Whatever~
So the other trumpet, who's a pretty funny guy and cool enough, was annoyin' my Brown-Eyed Boy. My Boy hit him with his trumpet, and then he starts complaining about it hurtin' when ya know he's just bein' stupid. So he pulled the neck of his shirt down so that his whole shoulder's showin' and is like kiss it~ - sorry, but I think at this age we've quit kissin' boo-boos. So we're all looking at him like dude, WTF? and my Boy's leanin' away from him goin' my lips are not going anywhere near you.
Then we again have the fiasco of that strange white girl who plays alto saxophone. We look over and she's got her mouth open makin' weird faces, so we're like well, hey there...WTF? I couldn't hear what she said, but next she's opening her mouth wide again and putting her mouthpiece in it. Of course our trumpet dude's like you gonna SWALLOW it? She puts the whole thing in her mouth, and I just turn back to the trumpets goin' yeah, she's gonna SWALLOW it - the WHOLE THING.
Next time I hear 'em, the trumpet's tryin' to clarify that he'd said he could wear her dress better, not that he'd be takin' her dress off her. So then I'm guessin' she commented on it looking bad with his legs or somethin', 'cause he says he has rock-hard thighs. That's about when it got kinda scary, 'cause the girl's like oh, yeah? Then take your pants off, let's see 'em! I pretty much leaned outta my chair - I mean, damn, someone just be sayin' that...
...Our school should have a sign that reads clothing optional.

My Paideia class wasn't very eventful, though.
Shame, ain't it?

So that's about my day.
On a last note for school, yesterday at lunch my friend and I decided hermaphrodites have assginas. It seems the most logical location, if ya ask me.

Anyhow, I'm off to the beach probably.

mood: amused

My friend thinks I'm crazy again. I'm pretty sure the guy I sit next to in Biology does, too.
For one, the teacher's always in front of me and I can't see the notes to copy them down. So then I try to lean around her to see, but half the time I don't notice that I'm leaning in front of him until I'm almost leaning into his lap. Yes, our teacher's mildly fat, but not the point.
Anyhow, we're watching some boring video on microscopic things (protists, I think it was). Anyhow, I was drawing a horse and wasn't paying attention. At one point they're showing two paramecium going through sexual reproduction, so I just kinda jerked up said "so, let me get this straight: this is pretty much paramecium porn?" And accidentally-leaning-on-guy next to me just starts laughing. I'm just sitting there thinking to myself 'geez, this is some boring porn'. Then I told my friend in band that it was just quick and boring, and she looked at me like I was crazy (granted, I probably am).
Oh, and almost forgot- we also got to see some very interesting...plant. If algae could crap, that's what you'd get. And, as the label clearly read, it's called "fucus". So I kept having to urge to write in a "K" and make it say "fuck us". I'm terribly childish, I know.

And then I was talking to a friend at lunch...
She was telling me about Pancock, who was apparently a very sketchily-shaped pancake. I wish I could've met him before his demise.
I was telling her about how my piano gets way more action than these guys I know - which is entirely true, 'cause my piano's pimp like that. Then one of the friends I told that to immediately just starts telling me about these two lesbians he saw making out in one of the halls earlier; I'm just wondering why he's so surprised, being as we are not only in high school but also at our high school.
Insert some of my odd logic into that, and now my piano's obviously a sexy lesbian girl. Don't try to understand - you'll hurt your brain. Only I can do these things.
And for the record, my flute is a really nice gay guy.

I was actually tired as all crap today...
My granddaddy got me up for school, and I fell back to sleep before he'd even walked out of the room I think. And then he came in ten minutes later and got me up again.
It's freakin' Pokemon's fault, too. I recorded Pokemon 2000 while I was gone at the beach on my DVR, so I was watching it 'cause I haven't seen it in ages. But I started it late, and it's not like you just stop in the middle of Pokemon! So then I went to bed late 'cause I watched the whole thing.
And for today, I have the sequel on DVD!

Anyway, so glad to be back home but I have so much freakin' homework tonight.
Can't wait for this semester to end - mostly 'cause my classes suck and keep me busy with work. I'd rather be busy with being lazy.
Apparently, we have 34 days left.

At home, I'm finally gettin' a lil' peace.
My mom's still all loopy and in the hospital, whatnot. My grandmother's visiting. Granddaddy's at work, as usual. Finally, a little time to myself where I'm not silently boiling in my little angry corner and wishing I could kill someone.

Seriously, though, I'm craving some Boogiepop like there's no tomorrow. I wanna order the Boogiepop Phantom DVDs.
Not kidding, if you've never seen it, it's a must.
It's never been so much fun to be depressed!

Last little notice:
Straight jackets come at family values now!

Okay, I'm done. I think.
Goodbye.

mood: bored music: Master of Puppets - Metallica