I am, for absolute sure, done with high school. It's not even funny. I woke up this morning, the first day after spring break, and I seriously considered staying home and sleeping in. I've always said I would do something like that, but I was never lazy/stupid enough to do it. Until today. But I got my ass out of bed (eventually) and had to forgo a shower just to make it to school on time. Not that the shower was a problem as I had taken one yesterday afternoon.
Oh, and at school, I was unbelievably tired. Like, I know I just played three days of volleyball and only got 5 hours of sleep, but I have never been that tired before! I think it was a combination of the lack of effort and the muscle/mind fatigue...but nevertheless, I went through the entire day without too many complaints (there were a few occasional, "I want to go home," lines in there), and forced enough energy out of myself to go to Barnes and Noble to write an essay with Reesa and then go to an AP review session with Lucy.
And now I can barely keep my eyes open. They hurt. They're dry. They're not done yet 'cause I still have to finish my effing essay.
Ugh.
Anywho, I thought I'd keep it short today. It was a crappy, boring first day back at school. And I'm totally done with it. Bring on summer break and college. I'm more than ready.
Monday, March 31, 2008
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Home
Just got back yesterday from Pennsylvania, and boy, do I have stories!
Last Thursday, I left on a plane to D.C. I had to wait about 20 minutes for my next flight and there was only one chair left at the gate, so I asked the lady next to it if I could sit there. She was really nice and said I could, then we went to politely ignoring each other. This woman down the row of seats was talking really loudly on her cell phone and her conversation was really funny (from what I could tell), so the lady next to me and I started laughing to ourselves. Now, I hadn't eaten much at all that day, so I was pretty much starving. I think the lady must have known that, 'cause she asked if I wanted a bag of Cheetos. Like everyone else, I grew up knowing not to take food from strangers, so I told her 'no,' even though I did want them. She left me alone for a few more minutes until the guy at the gate announced something. He must have been from South Africa, 'cause his accent was so think that neither of us could tell what he'd said. Therefore, we got into a discussion about accents and dialects. Next thing I knew, I had a bag of Cheetos and a new friend. Haha. Airports are amazing.
On the flight to Harrisburg (in which the plane stayed so low to the ground that one could see individual houses if one chose to look out the window), I was in the VERY front row. It was awesome. Then this guy sat down next to me and he asked me if I was going home. Mind you, he asked me with one of the most gorgeous accents I've ever heard. I said I was going to visit colleges and that I came from California, then I asked him if he was going home. He told me no, and that he actually lived in Germany, but he was originally from New Zealand and he was in the states for work. Yeah. I meet the most awesome people ever in airplanes. Haha. I kept on talking to him throughout the entire flight just to hear his accent. I know. Creeper. That's me.
I was the third person off the plane, so the lady who was picking me up didn't see me. I didn't see her, either, so I just went down to baggage claim, literally walked up and picked my luggage up, then headed back to the restrooms. I still didn't see anyone after that, so I called Randall (volleyball coach), but he didn't answer his phone. By that time, the airport was pretty much deserted, so I took a seat by baggage claim to wait. I talked to Teresa and my dad for a while on the phone and intermittently called Randall a couple more times. Finally, I got in touch with Randall and he told me Debbie Murray was there to pick me up with a bright pink sign with my name on it. Then he told me to wait where I was while he called Debbie. A minute later, Debbie was there and we had a good laugh about the mix-up while we got to her car. She gave me the sign she had, too. :) I felt cool.
Anywho, the ride to Elizabethtown was about 20 minutes, so we talked the entire way about how tan I was (I promptly told her that I glow in the dark where I'm from), how exciting it is to experience new cultures (Woo, culture shock!), and how awesome Etown is (It is. It really is.). She dropped me off for dinner at 6:55 (the caf closes at 7, by the way. We were cutting it really short.) and I managed to get a cheeseburger and a salad before they closed up.
Then I got to meet my first overnight host, Dani. She's a music therapy major and had a role in the opera that weekend. She was also extremely awesome. Haha. Her roommate's a volleyball player, so that was...interesting. Kathy. She is, um...a partier. She and the girls next door got me to play drums in Rock Band (I guess I didn't suck too bad. 80%)...then they decided to take shots. That was when I left.
I went to classes with Dani the next day and, by far, percussion class was the most fun. I got to play the drums with everyone else and Dani and I had fun messing everyone up with random rhythms. :P
After classes, we met up with Travis (aka gay, black Travis) and Nate (aka Sugar) to go to Chocolate World in Hershey. OMG. Best smelling town in the world. We were driving into Hershey with the windows down and I just about died at the smell. It was basically the most amazing experience ever.
Chocolate World had this ride in it where you go through the chocolate factory (not the real one) and there are singing cows singing about milk chocolate and other yummy stuff. Dani, Travis, and Nate are all music majors. All of them were in the opera. They sang with the cows throughout the ENTIRE ride. I couldn't stop laughing.
We got back to the college and I met up with my second host, Kelly, a freshman elementary education major. Her roommate was my next host, so I got to spend two nights with her and Kaitlin. Friday, I texted Lauren Fairweather (from The Moaning Myrtles, in case you didn't know) and told her I was free for that night. Then she told me she was in Schlosser on the third floor. It just so happened that I was in Schlosser on the second floor. And Kaitlin was friends with Lauren. So we invited her down with her guitar and we had a musical party! She sang a whole bunch of songs for us and I sang the 'ba ba's on 'Flushed' with her. It was awesome! I got some video of her singing 'Accio Bodyguard' on my phone (now on facebook), but it's really short and the video is really crappy. Oh well.
After we had the music party, we went to dinner in the caf and then we went to Founders and partied with Travis (straight, white Travis) until about 1 AM. The four of us were the only completely sober ones there. It was a riot. Travis kept on coming up to me and asking if I liked Etown, then he would go to the bathroom, come back, get another beer, finish it, ask me again, go to the bathroom...and so on and so forth. He got up to 10 beers and Lauren and I decided to leave. I chilled with her and her roommate until 3 AM, then Kelly came back and took me up to her room to crash.
Saturday I had the admitted students thing and the scholarship award ceremony. Right before the ceremony, Dr. Haines (music professor) came up, shook my hand, and said 'congratulations.' I asked him what for and he said, "Well, probably by the time you get home, you'll have two very nice letters from the music department." I flipped out! Not only did that mean I got into the music program, but I got a scholarship, too! I was totally stoked for the rest of the day. :D
Debbie was the speaker for the ceremony and she went through the names of the students who won scholarships (along with their home town, state, and high school) in alphabetical order. When she got to me, she said something about, "For coming the farthest to receive this award..." and then she said I was from California and about three people behind me tapped my shoulder and told me congratulations. lol.
The rest of the day, we just chilled in the dorm room and watched movies. Kelly's boyfriend came that evening and we went to see Mad Cow, the improv comedy group on campus. It was the second ever rated R show they'd had, so everything was innuendo or blatantly sexual. XD But mainly, it was hysterical. And since I knew one of the guys in it, I got to make a suggestion for the game 'paper trail'. We had to think of famous movie phrases, and I said, "Say hello to my little friend." It was the first line used in the game and the girl who got it totally worked with it! "Say hello to my little friend! The no-no finger!" Like, she didn't even have to think about it. She fit it into her monologue seamlessly. Amazing.
Sunday, I slept in until 11:30, put on my volleyball gear, went down to Giant with Kaitlin and Kelly to get water and shampoo, then came back for a volleyball clinic. See, it's illegal for Randall to have me practice with the team, but since it was a clinic, it was totally legal for me to play. He was definitely impressed, so that was good. :)
One of the players, Katie, offered to host me that night, so I got her number, went back with Kelly, took a shower, and headed to the other corner of campus to move in with Katie. We had a Harry Potter Marathon with her boyfriend and Tom (who hates Harry Potter, incidentally). Then we got hungry (even though we'd just eaten at the caf) and went out to McDonald's for fries and shamrock shakes. When we got back, we finished the 3rd movie and Tom and I gushed about Inn-N-Out burgers for a while. Haha. He'd been to NorCal once and he said they were the best burgers he'd ever eaten. I said if I had a million dollars, I would probably eat there every day. He agreed. :P
On Monday, Katie dropped me off at Zug (music building) with Jackie (the star of the opera) and Kyle (ummm...he's really hot. And he sings. Yeah.) for music education classes. I was with Travis (gay) and Nate all day, again. It was great. Everyone always makes fun of Travis for being black (in a loving manner, of course. None of them are racist.), so when I got into Dr. Devroop's class, Travis gasped and told me I could sit with him, "In the corner. Apparently, that's where I belong." My response: "Why, 'cause you're black?"
Nate laughed and said, "She catches on quick!"
Yayyy!
That day was a lot of fun. Except for the bio lab I had to sit through, haha. It was either sit through bio, sit through a boring ethics lecture, or sit alone in the Blue Bean for two hours with nothing to do. I chose option a.
That afternoon, I moved in with Jackie, who, luckily for me, lived in Founders D (Katie was in Founders A). Gay Travis, Stu (also gay), Sheri (Jackie's best friend), Sarah (Sheri's roommate), and Rae (Jackie's roommate) were describing what the Saint Patties Day dance had been like, acting out what the black people at the dance had looked like (with help from Travis, 'cause he knew what was up, haha). I was laughing so hard that I totally ripped one off. It was soooo freaking funny. Sheri and Jackie started cracking up and I was like, "I'm so sorry!" and Jackie said, "Are you kidding me? You just initiated yourself! Welcome to Etown!!"
:D Yeah. Amazing.
I was supposed to leave Tuesday night at 6. I went to a few classes on Tuesday, then I met up with Randall outside admissions. We got to the airport at around 5 PM to find out that the flight was delayed because of the rain in PA and storms in Chicago. Then we found out that the flight that was supposed to take me to CA hadn't left Puerto Rico yet. It was funny, but not funny at the same time. I decided not to take the risk and chose a flight out the next morning at 6 AM. Randall took me back to school and into the gym to see if a volleyball player could host me that night. None of them could, so I called Lauren and she agreed to host me for that night.
We watched the Wrockstock DVD and then a whole bunch of things on youtube. She had a study group at 9:30, so I went with her and met up with straight Travis. We talked for an hour about the differences between San Diego and bumblefuck, Pennsylvania where he was from. Haha. He was like, "I drove a tractor to school my junior and senior year. I was also considered a genius, 'cause 3/4 of the school just didn't give a fuck since they were all going to be farmers anyways."
Yeah. Travis was pretty awesome. He was really stressed, though, 'cause he had a chem test the next day, so he was chewing tobacco the entire time I was talking to him. For a while, I didn't know what he was spitting in the bottle he had, but then I finally figured it out. Like, duh, tobacco is grown out here.
I woke up at 4:15 AM the next morning, changed into some jeans, put a shirt on over my pajama shirt, put on my shoes and a jacket, and headed for the door. Lauren woke up as I was leaving and gave me a huge hug and told me to have a safe trip home. :))))
On the second flight, I made her a sign that said, "I love Lauren from the Moaning Myrtles! Because she's awesome. And let me sleep on her floor. Yay!"
She loved it when she saw the picture. Haha.
So, I got home at 11 AM (I LOVE time zones.) and my mom picked me up and took me to Cotijas. It was the best burrito I'd ever eaten. Ever. Then I got home and instantly uploaded all the pictures from the week. :D
Yayyy!
Last Thursday, I left on a plane to D.C. I had to wait about 20 minutes for my next flight and there was only one chair left at the gate, so I asked the lady next to it if I could sit there. She was really nice and said I could, then we went to politely ignoring each other. This woman down the row of seats was talking really loudly on her cell phone and her conversation was really funny (from what I could tell), so the lady next to me and I started laughing to ourselves. Now, I hadn't eaten much at all that day, so I was pretty much starving. I think the lady must have known that, 'cause she asked if I wanted a bag of Cheetos. Like everyone else, I grew up knowing not to take food from strangers, so I told her 'no,' even though I did want them. She left me alone for a few more minutes until the guy at the gate announced something. He must have been from South Africa, 'cause his accent was so think that neither of us could tell what he'd said. Therefore, we got into a discussion about accents and dialects. Next thing I knew, I had a bag of Cheetos and a new friend. Haha. Airports are amazing.
On the flight to Harrisburg (in which the plane stayed so low to the ground that one could see individual houses if one chose to look out the window), I was in the VERY front row. It was awesome. Then this guy sat down next to me and he asked me if I was going home. Mind you, he asked me with one of the most gorgeous accents I've ever heard. I said I was going to visit colleges and that I came from California, then I asked him if he was going home. He told me no, and that he actually lived in Germany, but he was originally from New Zealand and he was in the states for work. Yeah. I meet the most awesome people ever in airplanes. Haha. I kept on talking to him throughout the entire flight just to hear his accent. I know. Creeper. That's me.
I was the third person off the plane, so the lady who was picking me up didn't see me. I didn't see her, either, so I just went down to baggage claim, literally walked up and picked my luggage up, then headed back to the restrooms. I still didn't see anyone after that, so I called Randall (volleyball coach), but he didn't answer his phone. By that time, the airport was pretty much deserted, so I took a seat by baggage claim to wait. I talked to Teresa and my dad for a while on the phone and intermittently called Randall a couple more times. Finally, I got in touch with Randall and he told me Debbie Murray was there to pick me up with a bright pink sign with my name on it. Then he told me to wait where I was while he called Debbie. A minute later, Debbie was there and we had a good laugh about the mix-up while we got to her car. She gave me the sign she had, too. :) I felt cool.
Anywho, the ride to Elizabethtown was about 20 minutes, so we talked the entire way about how tan I was (I promptly told her that I glow in the dark where I'm from), how exciting it is to experience new cultures (Woo, culture shock!), and how awesome Etown is (It is. It really is.). She dropped me off for dinner at 6:55 (the caf closes at 7, by the way. We were cutting it really short.) and I managed to get a cheeseburger and a salad before they closed up.
Then I got to meet my first overnight host, Dani. She's a music therapy major and had a role in the opera that weekend. She was also extremely awesome. Haha. Her roommate's a volleyball player, so that was...interesting. Kathy. She is, um...a partier. She and the girls next door got me to play drums in Rock Band (I guess I didn't suck too bad. 80%)...then they decided to take shots. That was when I left.
I went to classes with Dani the next day and, by far, percussion class was the most fun. I got to play the drums with everyone else and Dani and I had fun messing everyone up with random rhythms. :P
After classes, we met up with Travis (aka gay, black Travis) and Nate (aka Sugar) to go to Chocolate World in Hershey. OMG. Best smelling town in the world. We were driving into Hershey with the windows down and I just about died at the smell. It was basically the most amazing experience ever.
Chocolate World had this ride in it where you go through the chocolate factory (not the real one) and there are singing cows singing about milk chocolate and other yummy stuff. Dani, Travis, and Nate are all music majors. All of them were in the opera. They sang with the cows throughout the ENTIRE ride. I couldn't stop laughing.
We got back to the college and I met up with my second host, Kelly, a freshman elementary education major. Her roommate was my next host, so I got to spend two nights with her and Kaitlin. Friday, I texted Lauren Fairweather (from The Moaning Myrtles, in case you didn't know) and told her I was free for that night. Then she told me she was in Schlosser on the third floor. It just so happened that I was in Schlosser on the second floor. And Kaitlin was friends with Lauren. So we invited her down with her guitar and we had a musical party! She sang a whole bunch of songs for us and I sang the 'ba ba's on 'Flushed' with her. It was awesome! I got some video of her singing 'Accio Bodyguard' on my phone (now on facebook), but it's really short and the video is really crappy. Oh well.
After we had the music party, we went to dinner in the caf and then we went to Founders and partied with Travis (straight, white Travis) until about 1 AM. The four of us were the only completely sober ones there. It was a riot. Travis kept on coming up to me and asking if I liked Etown, then he would go to the bathroom, come back, get another beer, finish it, ask me again, go to the bathroom...and so on and so forth. He got up to 10 beers and Lauren and I decided to leave. I chilled with her and her roommate until 3 AM, then Kelly came back and took me up to her room to crash.
Saturday I had the admitted students thing and the scholarship award ceremony. Right before the ceremony, Dr. Haines (music professor) came up, shook my hand, and said 'congratulations.' I asked him what for and he said, "Well, probably by the time you get home, you'll have two very nice letters from the music department." I flipped out! Not only did that mean I got into the music program, but I got a scholarship, too! I was totally stoked for the rest of the day. :D
Debbie was the speaker for the ceremony and she went through the names of the students who won scholarships (along with their home town, state, and high school) in alphabetical order. When she got to me, she said something about, "For coming the farthest to receive this award..." and then she said I was from California and about three people behind me tapped my shoulder and told me congratulations. lol.
The rest of the day, we just chilled in the dorm room and watched movies. Kelly's boyfriend came that evening and we went to see Mad Cow, the improv comedy group on campus. It was the second ever rated R show they'd had, so everything was innuendo or blatantly sexual. XD But mainly, it was hysterical. And since I knew one of the guys in it, I got to make a suggestion for the game 'paper trail'. We had to think of famous movie phrases, and I said, "Say hello to my little friend." It was the first line used in the game and the girl who got it totally worked with it! "Say hello to my little friend! The no-no finger!" Like, she didn't even have to think about it. She fit it into her monologue seamlessly. Amazing.
Sunday, I slept in until 11:30, put on my volleyball gear, went down to Giant with Kaitlin and Kelly to get water and shampoo, then came back for a volleyball clinic. See, it's illegal for Randall to have me practice with the team, but since it was a clinic, it was totally legal for me to play. He was definitely impressed, so that was good. :)
One of the players, Katie, offered to host me that night, so I got her number, went back with Kelly, took a shower, and headed to the other corner of campus to move in with Katie. We had a Harry Potter Marathon with her boyfriend and Tom (who hates Harry Potter, incidentally). Then we got hungry (even though we'd just eaten at the caf) and went out to McDonald's for fries and shamrock shakes. When we got back, we finished the 3rd movie and Tom and I gushed about Inn-N-Out burgers for a while. Haha. He'd been to NorCal once and he said they were the best burgers he'd ever eaten. I said if I had a million dollars, I would probably eat there every day. He agreed. :P
On Monday, Katie dropped me off at Zug (music building) with Jackie (the star of the opera) and Kyle (ummm...he's really hot. And he sings. Yeah.) for music education classes. I was with Travis (gay) and Nate all day, again. It was great. Everyone always makes fun of Travis for being black (in a loving manner, of course. None of them are racist.), so when I got into Dr. Devroop's class, Travis gasped and told me I could sit with him, "In the corner. Apparently, that's where I belong." My response: "Why, 'cause you're black?"
Nate laughed and said, "She catches on quick!"
Yayyy!
That day was a lot of fun. Except for the bio lab I had to sit through, haha. It was either sit through bio, sit through a boring ethics lecture, or sit alone in the Blue Bean for two hours with nothing to do. I chose option a.
That afternoon, I moved in with Jackie, who, luckily for me, lived in Founders D (Katie was in Founders A). Gay Travis, Stu (also gay), Sheri (Jackie's best friend), Sarah (Sheri's roommate), and Rae (Jackie's roommate) were describing what the Saint Patties Day dance had been like, acting out what the black people at the dance had looked like (with help from Travis, 'cause he knew what was up, haha). I was laughing so hard that I totally ripped one off. It was soooo freaking funny. Sheri and Jackie started cracking up and I was like, "I'm so sorry!" and Jackie said, "Are you kidding me? You just initiated yourself! Welcome to Etown!!"
:D Yeah. Amazing.
I was supposed to leave Tuesday night at 6. I went to a few classes on Tuesday, then I met up with Randall outside admissions. We got to the airport at around 5 PM to find out that the flight was delayed because of the rain in PA and storms in Chicago. Then we found out that the flight that was supposed to take me to CA hadn't left Puerto Rico yet. It was funny, but not funny at the same time. I decided not to take the risk and chose a flight out the next morning at 6 AM. Randall took me back to school and into the gym to see if a volleyball player could host me that night. None of them could, so I called Lauren and she agreed to host me for that night.
We watched the Wrockstock DVD and then a whole bunch of things on youtube. She had a study group at 9:30, so I went with her and met up with straight Travis. We talked for an hour about the differences between San Diego and bumblefuck, Pennsylvania where he was from. Haha. He was like, "I drove a tractor to school my junior and senior year. I was also considered a genius, 'cause 3/4 of the school just didn't give a fuck since they were all going to be farmers anyways."
Yeah. Travis was pretty awesome. He was really stressed, though, 'cause he had a chem test the next day, so he was chewing tobacco the entire time I was talking to him. For a while, I didn't know what he was spitting in the bottle he had, but then I finally figured it out. Like, duh, tobacco is grown out here.
I woke up at 4:15 AM the next morning, changed into some jeans, put a shirt on over my pajama shirt, put on my shoes and a jacket, and headed for the door. Lauren woke up as I was leaving and gave me a huge hug and told me to have a safe trip home. :))))
On the second flight, I made her a sign that said, "I love Lauren from the Moaning Myrtles! Because she's awesome. And let me sleep on her floor. Yay!"
She loved it when she saw the picture. Haha.
So, I got home at 11 AM (I LOVE time zones.) and my mom picked me up and took me to Cotijas. It was the best burrito I'd ever eaten. Ever. Then I got home and instantly uploaded all the pictures from the week. :D
Yayyy!
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
PA or Bust!
Admitted Student Day for Etown is on Saturday. Plane tickets cost $550. Etown couldn't pay for the airfare. I got desperate and offered to pay for half. Etown accepted and is paying $275. Which means...
I'M GOING TO ETOWN THIS WEEKEND!
WHOOT!
So, I'm leaving at 8 AM on Thursday morning and arriving there (amidst fore casted SNOWSTORMS) at about 6 PM. I'll do stuff on Friday, then on Saturday I've got the student day and the scholarship award ceremony ($10,000, baby!) around lunch. Which will be awesome. Then I've got all of Sunday and Monday to chill on campus (maybe see my grandparents and/or aunt Julie), and I'm leaving Tuesday afternoon. I love time differences. I'm leaving Harrisburg at 5 PM and landing San Diego at 10:30 PM. Haha. Amazing. It's still 8 1/2 hours, but it's just amazing that it only LOOKS like 5 hours. I'm so easily amused.
So, yeah, I'm running on an hour and a half of sleep. Awesome. I went to bed late because of government stuff (24 pages of reading notes to do, PLUS directed questions. Ugh.), but I couldn't sleep. I listened to The Rocket Summer for, like, an hour and still didn't fall asleep, so I got up and decided to write ('cause that's usually the problem when I can't sleep. I just have too much to think about, so I need to write it all down.). I guess I got so wrapped up in writing that I didn't realize that it was 2:30 in the morning, so I was scared shitless when my mom opened my door and told me to go to bed 'cause I would never be able to wake up in the morning. So I went back to bed. And listened to more Rocket Summer. And Mae, Chris Daughtry, Taylor Swift, and Sara Bareilles. And yet, I was still awake at 4. I was starting to give up hope when I put on Spring Awakening. Bam. After three songs, I was out. "Touch Me," "The Word of Your Body," and "The Dark I Know Well". I was out. Then I woke up at 6 and spent the entire day at school feeling like I was on some hardcore drugs. Haha.
I love insomnia, sometimes, though. Like, I'm always the most creative at 3 AM. I feel really profound when I look at what I wrote later on. I know that sounds ridiculous, but it's true. I dunno. It's weird.
Anywho, nothing much to talk about besides Etown and lack of sleep. I mean, aside from ignoring Will's existence all day (which wasn't hard since I rarely see him anymore)...
Yeah.
[Insert really cool/lame ending to this blog here.]
I'M GOING TO ETOWN THIS WEEKEND!
WHOOT!
So, I'm leaving at 8 AM on Thursday morning and arriving there (amidst fore casted SNOWSTORMS) at about 6 PM. I'll do stuff on Friday, then on Saturday I've got the student day and the scholarship award ceremony ($10,000, baby!) around lunch. Which will be awesome. Then I've got all of Sunday and Monday to chill on campus (maybe see my grandparents and/or aunt Julie), and I'm leaving Tuesday afternoon. I love time differences. I'm leaving Harrisburg at 5 PM and landing San Diego at 10:30 PM. Haha. Amazing. It's still 8 1/2 hours, but it's just amazing that it only LOOKS like 5 hours. I'm so easily amused.
So, yeah, I'm running on an hour and a half of sleep. Awesome. I went to bed late because of government stuff (24 pages of reading notes to do, PLUS directed questions. Ugh.), but I couldn't sleep. I listened to The Rocket Summer for, like, an hour and still didn't fall asleep, so I got up and decided to write ('cause that's usually the problem when I can't sleep. I just have too much to think about, so I need to write it all down.). I guess I got so wrapped up in writing that I didn't realize that it was 2:30 in the morning, so I was scared shitless when my mom opened my door and told me to go to bed 'cause I would never be able to wake up in the morning. So I went back to bed. And listened to more Rocket Summer. And Mae, Chris Daughtry, Taylor Swift, and Sara Bareilles. And yet, I was still awake at 4. I was starting to give up hope when I put on Spring Awakening. Bam. After three songs, I was out. "Touch Me," "The Word of Your Body," and "The Dark I Know Well". I was out. Then I woke up at 6 and spent the entire day at school feeling like I was on some hardcore drugs. Haha.
I love insomnia, sometimes, though. Like, I'm always the most creative at 3 AM. I feel really profound when I look at what I wrote later on. I know that sounds ridiculous, but it's true. I dunno. It's weird.
Anywho, nothing much to talk about besides Etown and lack of sleep. I mean, aside from ignoring Will's existence all day (which wasn't hard since I rarely see him anymore)...
Yeah.
[Insert really cool/lame ending to this blog here.]
Monday, March 10, 2008
Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds. Not Potatoes.
This is a response to Lucy's blog post on myspace. Not only did that blog make me cry, it also made me furious.
First of all, I fucking HATE Will for making you feel the way you do. YOU DON'T HAVE TO CHANGE. If he wants you to change to be "better" for him, then fuck him. You don't need him. You don't need someone telling you how to be. You're perfect the way you fucking are. Which, by the way, is another point. You are not ugly, nor are you average. If you ever say that about yourself again, I WILL bitch slap you into a coma until you forget about feeling worthless. Oh, and yes, I have felt that way before. Like you're nothing but a piece of gum stuck to the bottom of his shoe whenever you're around him. I KNOW how it feels.
Back to you, however. You are EXTRAORDINARY. If anyone tells you otherwise, they clearly don't know you. Or they're close-minded assholes who don't deserve to know you. You know I wouldn't lie to you, so I hope you believe me when you read this. We've had our ups and downs in our friendship, but at the end of the day, you're still my best friend and I hope to God I never do anything to hurt you the way Will has. He's marred your self esteem, played you for a fool, and confused you. No girl deserves treatment like that. Especially not a girl like yourself. Look at you. You're gorgeous, strong-willed, quick-witted, and, to quote the Rocket Summer, "You got so much love in you." Why waste it on a guy who's fat, stupid, blind, dumb, and useless? Seriously, the only thing he had going for him was that he had you. And now he doesn't. He should probably just choke on mashed potatoes and die. Slowly. From asphyxiation.
>:|
I'm seriously contemplating ripping off his nonexistent ball sac. Or, actually, I'll feed him testosterone pills until he grows some balls, then I'll cut them off with a dull, rusty butter knife. I don't know if I'd feel better, though. I mean, yeah, it would be satisfactory, but...would it be enough? No one gets away with making my best friend feel like shit. No one.
I will have my revenge.
First of all, I fucking HATE Will for making you feel the way you do. YOU DON'T HAVE TO CHANGE. If he wants you to change to be "better" for him, then fuck him. You don't need him. You don't need someone telling you how to be. You're perfect the way you fucking are. Which, by the way, is another point. You are not ugly, nor are you average. If you ever say that about yourself again, I WILL bitch slap you into a coma until you forget about feeling worthless. Oh, and yes, I have felt that way before. Like you're nothing but a piece of gum stuck to the bottom of his shoe whenever you're around him. I KNOW how it feels.
Back to you, however. You are EXTRAORDINARY. If anyone tells you otherwise, they clearly don't know you. Or they're close-minded assholes who don't deserve to know you. You know I wouldn't lie to you, so I hope you believe me when you read this. We've had our ups and downs in our friendship, but at the end of the day, you're still my best friend and I hope to God I never do anything to hurt you the way Will has. He's marred your self esteem, played you for a fool, and confused you. No girl deserves treatment like that. Especially not a girl like yourself. Look at you. You're gorgeous, strong-willed, quick-witted, and, to quote the Rocket Summer, "You got so much love in you." Why waste it on a guy who's fat, stupid, blind, dumb, and useless? Seriously, the only thing he had going for him was that he had you. And now he doesn't. He should probably just choke on mashed potatoes and die. Slowly. From asphyxiation.
>:|
I'm seriously contemplating ripping off his nonexistent ball sac. Or, actually, I'll feed him testosterone pills until he grows some balls, then I'll cut them off with a dull, rusty butter knife. I don't know if I'd feel better, though. I mean, yeah, it would be satisfactory, but...would it be enough? No one gets away with making my best friend feel like shit. No one.
I will have my revenge.
Monday, March 3, 2008
Her Eggo...Might be Preggo...
Yikes. Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad news today. I'm not going to mention by name who might be pregnant. She deserves privacy.
Anyways, she talked to me this morning and told me she was two days late. I thought she was being ridiculous 'cause she broke up with her boyfriend over a month ago. Then she told me that she'd had sex with him again in early February. After they'd broken up.
Not gonna lie, I was a little angry at her for that. But I'm more concerned about her maybe being pregnant than I am about her having sex with him again. Even though he's a douche and his father's a bigger douche.
So, basically, if she still doesn't have her period by Friday, we're going to go pick up a pregnancy test and Sunny D. Haha. It'll be the shopping trip of a lifetime.
That's basically all that happened today. Besides Lucy looking more gorgeous than normal. :D Oh, and Brandon talked to me on myspace, attempting to insult my intelligence...it didn't really work. See, our friend Jeff was suspended for running the black market at school (soda, candy, and energy drinks, not drugs) and there was a bulletin going around saying goodbye to the black market (which will never go away so long as Jeff is at school) and I copied and pasted it into my own bulletin to show Jeff some support. Then I get this message from DBWEMB saying, " ...you do know he is still going to sell right?...it doesnt end the market...just the vast quantities of the itmes sold..."
Ummm, what? What does that even SAY? And what are itmes? lol. But seriously, what is he trying to say here? What about the vast quantities? Damn it, DBEWMB, go back to kindergarten and learn English!!! Jeez!
Kay. I'm done. With that rant, that is. Here's the next one: Choir girls.
Mrs. Harrison was in meetings all day today, which worked out fine for Fanfare, 'cause Angela, Jenna and I ran the show. Then came WoVEn. You would think, wouldn't you, that 16 young ladies can sing through four pieces of music without starting World War III on the risers. As it happens, 14 out of 16 of them must have been PMSing, 'cause I swear we were all about to jump each other. All we had to do was critique ourselves. That worked fine for the Latin pieces. Then we got to 'When It Was Yet Dark' and when we finished, Nelle made a point about keeping time when we hold notes. Instantly, there were two girls making up excuses for not holding the notes the proper amount of time. "She's going to cut us off anyways, so why bother?" "Well, the counting's always off, so it's hard to tell when to cut off."
First of all, when the music says you hold a note for 6 beats, you hold it for six fucking beats, not one or two. Make a goddamn effort.
Second, if you can't count beats, then go back to kindergarten with Brandon and learn how to count from 1 to 6.
After all this went down, everything was shot to hell. Every time one of us suggested how to make a piece sound better, one or two people got offended and started defending themselves. It was stupid and a waste of time. Lacee tried to get them to shut up and Courtenay asked everyone to get along for, like, five minutes until we finished singing. They did and we started the last piece, 'O Canada.'
Of all the shit the choir girls pulled today, this got me the angriest. We got to the end of O Canada and some of us didn't know our notes as we had just learned the song a couple days ago. Coco was lovely and played the Soprano 2's notes for them on the piano to help them out. The only S2s that paid attention were Joy and Jenelle and they worked for at least ten minutes trying to get their part perfect. And Jenelle's not even going to Canada.
What were the others doing during this time?
Well, Amber and Laura were huddled by the door behind some chairs to complain to each other, Courtenay and Sam were off doing their own thing at a table, Alexis and I were waiting to get help from Coco, and everyone else was talking. Loudly. So I got up while Nelle and Joy were working, and Alexis helped me write a letter to Mrs. Harrison telling her what had happened. It was frustrating because we didn't know why they were all acting like bitches to each other.
Gahhhh. I hate chicks sometimes. We're ridiculous.
Musically (and Frustratedly) Yours,
Ginny
Anyways, she talked to me this morning and told me she was two days late. I thought she was being ridiculous 'cause she broke up with her boyfriend over a month ago. Then she told me that she'd had sex with him again in early February. After they'd broken up.
Not gonna lie, I was a little angry at her for that. But I'm more concerned about her maybe being pregnant than I am about her having sex with him again. Even though he's a douche and his father's a bigger douche.
So, basically, if she still doesn't have her period by Friday, we're going to go pick up a pregnancy test and Sunny D. Haha. It'll be the shopping trip of a lifetime.
That's basically all that happened today. Besides Lucy looking more gorgeous than normal. :D Oh, and Brandon talked to me on myspace, attempting to insult my intelligence...it didn't really work. See, our friend Jeff was suspended for running the black market at school (soda, candy, and energy drinks, not drugs) and there was a bulletin going around saying goodbye to the black market (which will never go away so long as Jeff is at school) and I copied and pasted it into my own bulletin to show Jeff some support. Then I get this message from DBWEMB saying, " ...you do know he is still going to sell right?...it doesnt end the market...just the vast quantities of the itmes sold..."
Ummm, what? What does that even SAY? And what are itmes? lol. But seriously, what is he trying to say here? What about the vast quantities? Damn it, DBEWMB, go back to kindergarten and learn English!!! Jeez!
Kay. I'm done. With that rant, that is. Here's the next one: Choir girls.
Mrs. Harrison was in meetings all day today, which worked out fine for Fanfare, 'cause Angela, Jenna and I ran the show. Then came WoVEn. You would think, wouldn't you, that 16 young ladies can sing through four pieces of music without starting World War III on the risers. As it happens, 14 out of 16 of them must have been PMSing, 'cause I swear we were all about to jump each other. All we had to do was critique ourselves. That worked fine for the Latin pieces. Then we got to 'When It Was Yet Dark' and when we finished, Nelle made a point about keeping time when we hold notes. Instantly, there were two girls making up excuses for not holding the notes the proper amount of time. "She's going to cut us off anyways, so why bother?" "Well, the counting's always off, so it's hard to tell when to cut off."
First of all, when the music says you hold a note for 6 beats, you hold it for six fucking beats, not one or two. Make a goddamn effort.
Second, if you can't count beats, then go back to kindergarten with Brandon and learn how to count from 1 to 6.
After all this went down, everything was shot to hell. Every time one of us suggested how to make a piece sound better, one or two people got offended and started defending themselves. It was stupid and a waste of time. Lacee tried to get them to shut up and Courtenay asked everyone to get along for, like, five minutes until we finished singing. They did and we started the last piece, 'O Canada.'
Of all the shit the choir girls pulled today, this got me the angriest. We got to the end of O Canada and some of us didn't know our notes as we had just learned the song a couple days ago. Coco was lovely and played the Soprano 2's notes for them on the piano to help them out. The only S2s that paid attention were Joy and Jenelle and they worked for at least ten minutes trying to get their part perfect. And Jenelle's not even going to Canada.
What were the others doing during this time?
Well, Amber and Laura were huddled by the door behind some chairs to complain to each other, Courtenay and Sam were off doing their own thing at a table, Alexis and I were waiting to get help from Coco, and everyone else was talking. Loudly. So I got up while Nelle and Joy were working, and Alexis helped me write a letter to Mrs. Harrison telling her what had happened. It was frustrating because we didn't know why they were all acting like bitches to each other.
Gahhhh. I hate chicks sometimes. We're ridiculous.
Musically (and Frustratedly) Yours,
Ginny
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