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Tuesday, October 24th, 2006
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6:53 am - nothing. because I'm not that clever.
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waking up at 6:30 on a sunday morning shlould be illeagal. Hell, school should be illegal. You know what, at this point, everything should be illegal and we should all just lie in our beds and sleep until we die. That sounds soooo good right now...sleep...and I CAN'T sleep because I have effing SCHOOL tomorrow. GAH!
current mood:  tired
current music: silence
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| Saturday, October 7th, 2006
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3:59 am - Gnimocemoh!
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wow...I havn't posted to here in like...a month.
anyway, this week was homecoming week.
whoop-de-friggen-doo.
what is the big deal with homecoming? I mean, seriously. besides the prom, it's like...the biggest event(s) of the school year. WHY? I mean, it's just another football game, just another spirit week. honestly.
So, last night I was bitching and moaning to my parents because I really did not want to go to school today. I had to go anyway. I had a test. damn tests.
the classes were shortened to fourty minutes today, which means every thing ended at 11. Then all of us went out into the bus parking lot for a "barbeque" or however you spell it. I didn't eat anything, because you had to have a ticket for the barbeque, and I didn't have one, so I didn't eat. not that I minded any. I filled up on candy.
Lunch was like, an hour today, seeing as the whole school was eating all at the same time, and we were all outside because the cafeteria cannot hold all of the students. hell, the gym can't even hold all of us, but we're not allowed to eat in there anyway.
all of the band kids, (AKA ME!) had to leave the parking lot a half an hour early, because we all had to go to the football stadium and "set up" which really meant stand where the student directers told you too, and wait for forever while the rest of the school filed into the stands, then play repetitive songs. this whole assembly thing was called gnimocemoh, which is homecoming backwards. yaaaaaaaaaay for some smart person's creativity.
Gnimocemoh was kind of stupid. if you were a band kid, you had no where to sit, so we all parked it where ever we were standing, seeing as we had no chairs. the whole assembly was a medly of "battle of the bands", "teacher lip-sync", the sports stuff, and the homecoming court (POPULARITY CONTEST!!! I REFUSE TO BE APART OF IT!!!)which was all kind of boreing if it wasn't amusing. There was one band made up of two guys that was really cool. It's going to take too long to explain though, so I won't. The teacher lip sync was really scary...all of the teacher departments like, dressed up in weird costumes and pretended to sing to songs. Some were kind of funny, others were desturbing. really disturbing. OMG! then, all of the big brothers of all the popular girls (who are all seniors, and the girls are all freshman...imagine that) did this lip-sync-ey thing to "bye, bye, bye" by N*SYNC.
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It was the funniest damn thing I have ever seen in my life. omg. truly. they even dressed somewhat like the N*SYNC dudes, which was even scarier, but it was soooooooooooooo funny.
after the Gnimocemoh thing, there was the Powder Puff game (senior girls v.s junior girls at football. seniors won) and the set up for the carnival, which went on till 4. The carnival was kind of fun. I had to work at one of the booths, because I was in that particular club, but I only worked for about a half an hour, then went off and sat in some of the bleachers with my friends....that's kind of all I did the entier carnival...but it was kind of fun. THEN when it was over, I waled to me friends house, because she lives closer to the school than I do, and I didn't want to walk all the way home, so I went home with her and her parents gave me dinner and then took us BACK to school for the homecoming game because the band had to do pep.
yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.
I hate pep band. Grrrrr. but I had to be there regardless, because it's required this year. daaaaamn. oh well. I guess it wasn't so bad, except for my lips hurt like hell right now. It wasn't cold and windy and snowy like it has been the last two times we've had to be there. and we always loose, because our team sucks, which makes you not want to be there even more.
and then the guy I like, who also happens to be in band, had to stand RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME!
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WHY??????????????????????????????????????????
god. whenever I'm around this guy, I'm like, totally afraid of embarrassing myself, and I always do. and I'm also always loud and more obnoxious than I usually am because I kind of want him to know I actually exist. the only problem is, if he actually does know I'm there, he probably thinks me and my friends are all on crack or meth or somethng. expecially me, because that's my kind of luck.
*sigh* I don't even want to like this dude. he isn't even that good looking, but he must have that one hormone thing that attracts girls by the heard, because he isn't that popular, but it seems like every girl is like, in love with him.
AND I HAVE TO BE ONE OF THEM!!!
DAMN HIM!!!
oh yeah, and he's like...the best trumpet player my school has, and you can hear him over the whole band even, because he has the best tone, the best rhythm, best everything having to do with band at all, and even if you don't play the same instrument he does, he still makes you feel really stupid, like you shouldn't even be allowed to touch any thing instrument related at all. ugh.
HE PISSES ME OFF!!!
AND I STILL LIKE HIM!!!
HOW THE HELL DOES THIS WORK????!!!???!?!?!?
I don't know why I'm ranting.
I'm sorry
I should stop before something gets broken....
current mood:  aggravated
current music: Desire~ OZZY!!
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| Monday, August 14th, 2006
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9:33 pm - Uniforms
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I think I wanna go to a school with uniforms......yes. I do. But they have to be cool uniforms, like the black/red/white plad skirts, white blowses , black shoes and white/black/red striped socks. YEAH! that's totally cool. then you could do a whole bunch of emo pirate stuff with it.. *does happy dance* I like that idea....^^
current mood:  weird
current music: Tia Dalma ~POTC: DMC
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| Tuesday, August 8th, 2006
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3:51 pm - ........Gah.......
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right, so the last two days of school pretty much sucked...except today sucked more than yesterday did because I have all my sucky classed today.
anywho...this morning I was standing outside my physics class, because we weren't allowed to go in the room yet, apparently, and one of my friends, who I haven't seen for about two years, walks through the main door way and right past me and says "Hi Mikaela". I said hi back, but I wasn't fully aware of who he was until he was already past. and when he was gone I'm like, "HOLY SHIT THAT WAS JOSH HOLOMAN!!" and totally kicked myself for not realizing it. cha. this dude has been one of my friends since kindergarden, and then in like...fifth grade I had to go to a different school and we didn't talk much then, and then in 6th grade we did, but then I had to move to a different school again in seventh, and I havn't seen most of my friends from my other school in about two years. Yeah. So, now Josh is here, and that's really cool. But he doesn't have any classes with me and that sucks.
Actually, I'm not entierly sure he goes to Falcon all the time. He might be one of the kids who get bussed in from Sand Creek for like, ROTC or something....BUT STILL!!
current mood:  okay
current music: Flip the Switch~ The Rolling Stones
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| Saturday, August 5th, 2006
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5:24 pm - Down to the deps with whatever muttonhead thought of high school....
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you know, I really don't understand how any one expects freshman to live through high school...
but I suppose they must since the majority of them end up sophmores, juniors and seniors....
still, that is not any more comforting than knowing you are going to have to go to high school in the first place....
seriously. It's only been two days and I already hate it. Omg. I hate school more than anything in the world I think. Ok. So, in my district, the freshman all have to go to school a day before everyone else, because we're the newbies and don't know what the hell is going on. That "freshman only day" was on thursday, and was pretty close to being Hell itself.
here's what happened:
I got to school all alone, because I don't have any friends I can really car pool with and live close enough to me school where I have to walk. apparently, the bus drivers think it a waste to go pick up the kids who live in Falcon Hills. (even if said children live a mile away and REALLY don't want to walk up hill for a mile because you get all sweaty and gross even before you get to the school). Falcon Hills is just too close to Falcon High School for anyone's liking I guess. Right, so I get there and I'm already nervous because I see some of the "high and mighty" freshman girls walking to the front entrance. needless to say, I really hate popular people, and I don't really want to walk any where near them while entering a building I don't want to be at in the first place. once I've walked into the building, I notice that I don't have a clue as to where the hell I am going, so I just follow the crowd of people heading somewhere to me right. I don't know any of them, but I follow them anyway.
Turns out, the crowd was heading to the commons, which is the same thing as the cafeteria, so I don't know why they have to call it the "commons" when we've been calling the general place you eat the "cafeteria" since kindergarden... WTF??? Anyhoo, I get in the commons, still have no idea what I'm doing or where I'm going and just kind of stand on the ramp thing and pretend like I do. Thankfully, my best friend is standing somewhere below me and is all "MIKAELA!!" so I go stand with her. Yeah. they made us stand there in the commons for...forever. I don't know how long it really was, seeing as I was really tired and did not want to be where I was at all. Then, whoever's in charge made all of us go into the gym, which actually looks the same way it did when my mother went to that school...which is only slightly discomforting. Me and Lizzy sat somewhere over to the side, a long way away from the staff and the people who stand in front and scream at you.
But...there were about 500000000 link leaders who came and sat next to us...which is a bad thing and I'll tell you why later. The link leader that sat next to me was kinda cool. I think he was a Junior, but he said hi and I said hi back and he's all "are you excited?" and I'm all "not particularly," which was the wrong thing to say I guess, but he's told me I should be excited and that it's gunna be fun, all the while I'm thinking to myself, "HAHAHAHAHA you're funny, kid."
so, now all of us are sitting, but we don't know what's happening, until this one guy, who is like, the sponsor of the freshman class gets up front with a microphone and starts talking. Now, me being me, I'm only able to listen for like...five minutes because...I just don't want to listen, and have no idea why this guy is making us scream so much. His microphone isn't working, either, which made it really hard to understand him in the first place. the only thing I remember fully is being told to stand up and do the "JUMP! SHAKE YOUR BOOTY!!" thing, which I didn't indend to do, but Mr. Link leader beside me pulled me up by my arm and made me. oooh, and then I don't know why, but we were all told to stand up and massage the people next to you. like, we had to turn right, give the person next to you a massage (which, the person on my right was lizzy, so I didn't mind I guess, but there was this guy next to her, so she refused to massage him) and then do the same thing to the person on your left. (which happened to be Mr. Link Leader....eh...awkward, but I did it anyway, because he did the same thing to me)
I really don't know what happened right here, other than a whole bunch of the link leaders going "CALLING ALL FRESHMAN!! HEY FRESHMAN, FRESHMAN, WHAT'S YOUR CALL??" and then me and my whole class yelling "V-I-C-T-O-R-Y! THAT'S OUR FRESHMAN BATTLE CRY!" which is our like...school wide cheer or something. anyway, there was alot of screaming people in that gym, and I really wanted to get out of there, but I couldn't because all these people who I don't know stood up and talked to us, which, you couldn't understand them because the microphone kept cutting out and their voices sounded unintelligeable through the amp anyway.
THEN after all teh people were done yelling "motivational" shit at us, we all had to get up by row and stand in a line. then we had to do this 'hi5, turney thing where we were told to stop every so often and talk to the person you had just smacked hands with. I had to stop with Kyle Rhodes, who I had known from 4th grade. He was shorter than me in 4th grade, and now he's taller...so I don't know what happened. He also kind of remembered me, even though we haddn't seen each other in four years, which was kind of nice. Oh, and then I stopped one away from Mr. Junk, who is me friend Emily's dad. I still had to talk to the person in front of me, who was another link leader, but female this time, but I caught Mr. Junk's eye and he said "Hi, Mikaela, how are you?" to which I replied I was fine and asked him how he was. I was quite surprised that he remembered my name, but it made me feel kinda special! ^^
When this was over, we all were hearded (in a similar manner to cattle) into groups. We were given name tags which had our group numbers on them (mine was 19, lizzy's was 1, so we were forced to split up...damn). cha, so I was in group 19 with nooooooooooo one that I knew, until about five minutes later when my guitar teacher's daughter showed up, so I wasn't completely alone. the heads of our groups where two link leaders, male and female, who were pretty much in charge of us until we got to go to lunch. They took us into a room in the back somewhere and made us participate in a whole bunch of "activities". Oh, and all the groups had a theme, which varied depending on the number. *I* ended up getting the sucky theme, much like I always do. I think the themes were all based on movies, because there were oompa loompas and...eh...some other things, but, group number ONE which LIZZY was in (damn her for it, even if it wasn't her fault), was PIRATES. I WANNA BE A PIRATE!!! and then group TWENTY-ONE whcih EMILY AND STEFI were in, they were the PHANTOMS! GRRRRRRRRRRRR!!! I got to be an effing WATERBOY. WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
*headdesk*
oh well. I suppose I can't change it now, can I? No. But it still upsets me.
Well, the whole "being-in-a-room-with-the-link-leaders-in-charge-of-you-while-playing-boring-games-that-were-not-supposed-to-be-reffered-to-as-games" thing was really boreing, because...eh...it just was. The only interesting thing was, when we were doing this one activity called "64 squares" this kid called Bobby Bergoin (sp) sat on one of the tables in the class room, and it broke.
I swear on Jack Sparrow's hat that it was the funniest damn thing I had ever seen in my life. Bobby isn't a big kid like, fat wise, but he's built because he plays football and stuff. He just sat on it and it broke. it makes me laugh now just thinking about it....^_____________________________________________________________________^
ah. when the two hours in the room being bored was over, we got to go eat, which, I wasn't hungry, so I didn't eat. and then, we all had to go to all of our classes, which were only ten minutes each.
then we got to go home. And EVERYONE was happy.
The second day of school was worse, because all of the upperclassmen were there too. and so the halls are jampacked with all these tall cats who really despise you because you are freshman, therefore, you are scum. Seriously, I can't tell you how many times I was trying to get to my class (unscathed, mind you) and I heard some upperclass cat go "damn freshman!" or something along those lines. You kind of had to resist the urge to go "YOU KNOW WHAT, BITCH? YOU WERE A GODDAMN FRESHMAN TOO, SO SHUT THE FUCKING HOLE IN YOUR FACE, OR I'LL SHUT IT FOR YOU!!!" or some other insult that would probably be better than that one is. Unfortunately, most of these people were upper class girls with upperclass boyfriends who were most likely on the football team, so you couldn't say those things in fear of being beaten up by the bitch and her boyfriend. Some guys did actually vouch for us "underclass scum" though, so thank you too all the guys who did that. I greatly appreciate it. Haha. one guy even tried to mosh in one of the hallways. that was funny.
Omg. okay, so I am convinced that I am going to hate my American Societys class. First of all, the teacher is the most boreing teacher I have, and I almost fell asleep listening to him drone on and on and on. Plus, I don't know like, ANYONE in that class. None of my friends have it with me, and what's worse, two Juniors are in that class as well (which is funny because most of us are all freshman, and these two are juniors, which means they have failed this class twice,) but still. I'm going to hate this class. Everything else is really okay, except for lunch.....I don't wanna go to lunch either.
Oh, and then, at the end of the day, we all had an assembly in the football stadium, because the gym is not big enough to hold the entire school. we had to sit with our class, so the freshman with the freshman, the sophmores with the sophmores and so one, but the stadium wasn't even big enough to hold all of the seniors, and since they're special and the whole assembly was kind of like, "THIS IS YO CLASS OF 2007! PRAISE THEM BECAUSE THEY ARE GODLY" and then we had to do even more V-I-C-T-O-R-Y screaming and play leapfrog. it was stupid. at least I go to go home afterward, and complain, but then we had to leave for me grandparents. so I'm not at home right now. haha. *sigh*
I need a cookie. *sniff* I hate my life right now.
savvy?
current mood:  crappy
current music: Killer Queen~Queen
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| Sunday, July 30th, 2006
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12:46 pm - Incepasitorially....or however you spell that
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Soooooooo, registration sucked ass. Seriously. I knew it was going to suck anyway, because of the fact that I had to get up at sevin in the effing morning because the damn thing was at eight.
why the fuck does school have to start so early? Christ.
Anyway, when we got there, the line that we all had to stand in was at least a mile long. ...or...well, I'm exadurating, but it did go around about three corners. The hallways were really flipping long too. My mum, aunt shannon, my cousins Nick and Brittney and their grand mother were also there with me, and we all ended up standing in the line for two hours. God. You'd think with as many kids are at that school, even just in the freshman class, the office officials would come up whith a better registration order thing, like, have five lines instead of one, and have in all arranged alphabetically. Ugh. No, there was one guy sitting at one table with all these stacks of paper all over it and one huuuuuuuge like that only seemed to get longer as time wore on.
that was really the only thing that ticked any of us off, that we had to stand in that line for as long as we did. My little baby cousin was there too, and she's only two, so she got really really bored after a little bit, which I don't blame her for at all, but she started running around the halls of the school and one of us always ended up chasing after her....actually, it was usually Nick because he's the athletic one and can actually handle chasing his lttlest sister all over a building.
We finally got up to where the line started...or pretty close to it and could actually see the desk the guy was sitting at around.....10:00, give or take a few minutes. Standing up there, you could also see all of the late people coming through the doors, but I was not really paying attention, to this, so when a friend of mine walked through the door and looked at me, I kind of had to stare a little before I knew who she was.
Emily Junk, who I had been friends with at the other school I went too before moving to where I live now is actually going to the same highschool as I am, as are quite a few other people I knew from elementary and the one year I spent at the middle school in town.
Apparently, Emily was like...uber scared about coming to Falcon, because she didn't know anybody. Her dad works at the school, so that was the only reason she was commuting there at all. So, when she saw me and I saw her, we kind of started screaming "I KNOW YOU!" at each other.
It was kind of nice knowing someone you could actually stand from third grade on was coming to school with you again. She isn't me best friend, but she's one of the coolest people I know, besides me two best friends Kris and Lizzy.
anyhoo, Emily and I hing out for as long as we could, with my cousins and such, because since her dad works where he does, he was able to get Emily and her mum up close to the front of the line, which is where I was with my family.
so that was cool.
Then we all got up to the front of the line (FINALLY) and I got my schedule, which looks like something like this:
01 French I Teacher's name Room Number or something to that effect
02 Sym. Band Teacher's name Room Number.....
03 English (H*) (W) Teacher's name Room Number....
04 Freshman Seminar " "
05 Conceptual Physics " "
06 Algebra I " "
07 Health " "
08 Am. Society " "
cha. that's me schedule. oh, and our schedules are really weird too, so like, I only have frence, band english and fresh. seminar on one day, and then physics, algebra health and social studies on the next. we only have four classes a day, so I'm thinking they have to be like, two hours long.
right, so I was estatic I got french, and that we had three electives at all. That's the coolest thing ever, I think.
at least I actually have some classes with some people I know, like I have every class on "A" day (french, band...etc...) with Lizzy, but nothing on the next day with her, and I have English and Algebra with Emily and Algebra with me cousin Nick, so that made me feel a little better about things. But I don't have any class with my cousin Brittney at all. Well, except our lockers are like...four appart, so that's not so bad. I'll be able to see her during every passing period unless I decide to go straight to class. Which I might, because my Algebra and health classes are the farthest from my locker and even with the five minute passings, I doubt I'll be able to get to and from my locker in time.
but I doubt that'll be too much of a problem....
....I hope....
HA! I got me hair cut, and it's actually the shortest I've ever had it,. it looks really cool tho, so...yeah
and I also got to see Edward Sissorhands finally, and it's really quite funny. It scared Brittney...I'm not sure why....Oh, and I also tried to watch Sleepy Hollow with Brittney, but we only got through about a half an hour of it before switching to Sissorhands, because Brittney gets frightened quite easily, and Sleepy Hollow was scaring her. and then Edward Sissorhands scared her and we watched Friends instead. She actually got scared when we watched Phantom of the Opera.
in other words, I can't watch much around me cousing becuase she kind of gets scared of anything that doesn't have a talking dog in it...or something to that effect. She doesn't want to go see Pirates 2, either, but we're all making her go anyway. Oh, and she gets scared of Harry Potter too. I think it's kind of funny, actually. because if you think about it, all movies that are supposed to be scarry really aren't at all, because there is always some idiot in the casting that screws everything up, or the villian is deformed in a way that just makes you laugh, like Freddie Kruger in a Nightmare on Elm Street. That is the funniest movie ever I think because the guys arms are twice the length of his body, so when he runs after that chick in the beginning, it was similar to the wat Jack Sparrow runs, axcept more awkward because his arms are obviously quite heavy and must be quite difficult to lift. He runs really really funny, and his face is quite funny as well. Robert Englund's face is more frightning by itself without all that gross make-up that is supposed to make him look scary. To me, he just looks stupid. Which is another reason it's funny. Oh, and the main character chick, cannot act. or, she just can't show expression. She must be vulcan or something.
The only part of that movie that made me mad at all was when Kruger killed Johnny Depp's character. You can't just kill the super hot Bishie character, that's going to make every teenage girl ever uber mad and then like, sue or something. Every Bishie character always gets killed, and that's stupid, because that's really the only reason girls watch it in the first place. If you cast a movie with a hot guy that teenage girls usually like, such as Johnny Depp, teenage girls who like this guy and generally think he's hot is about 75% of the initial fan base, so if you kill him off, the only people who are going to like the movie at all are the horror buffs an computer geeks.
at least, that's my theory. Some girls might watch it over and over anyway, despite the fact that this Bish hero gets killed, just so they can stare at him until he does die and gets writen out of the story.
ooh, you know what? Johnny Depp was on Letterman a few nights ago and I missed it. So now I'm pissed, because I Love Johnny Depp. I think I actually like him more than Orlando Bloom Now, so I might have to get a whole mess of Johnny Depp Posters and things and split me Orland crap between Lizzy and Kristina. Kristina can have all my Will Turner stuff, because I know for a fact she's in love with him, just like I am with Jack Sparrow. ^^ We'll see what happens.
wow. this has become a really long post, hasn't it. I appologise. I should stop talking anyway...or typing. my fingers ache.
current mood:  calm
current music: Behind Blue Eyes~ The Who
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| Thursday, July 27th, 2006
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9:47 pm - Guard the boat, mind the tide...don't touch my dirt.
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my, it's been a while, hasn't it?
anyway...I'm back....and I'm quite depressed at the moment...which might be why I'm updating.
okay, so I'm not really depressed, but I'm not as happy as I could be. I'd like to be happy...but I kind of can't be at the moment. which sucks...badly.
Suuuuuuu august marks the end of the summer for all students in district 49 in colorado springs...and since it is nearly august, all students in district 49 get to go back to school!!!
...Joy....¬__¬
I'm starting highschool this year, as are most of my friends, and tomorrow is freshman registration at the school I go too, which means I get to wake up at seven in the effing morning to go do something that I have no intention of doing in the first place.
Well, I don't really mind the whole registration thing, I just really really really really really really really do not want to go to school again.
I hate school with a passion...
.....just in cast you didn't notice.
oh yeay. I am talking to me cousin over IM and if we have to share lockers...the shelf thing she got is pink...>,< ew....
ah well. I suppose things could be worse. I don't know why I'm complaining, really. well...yes I o. I don't want to go to school.
I am really worried for Kristina though, her orientation was today, and she was really upset when she updated her journal. I think she needs to get away for a few days...or a week...or however long it takes for her to actually want to go home. I wouldn't mind her coming out to live with me for a bit. She is one of my best friends, after all.
I wish there was someting I could do to make her feel better, but alas, I am not the funny one, so I don't know how to make her laugh, which is really what I want to do. I'm a good listener, though. so I suppose that's a good thing for if she ever wants to rant or cry or whatever will make her feel better. I hope she feels better.
and I hope Lizzy doesn't get all bi-polar on me anytime soon.....*shudders*
current mood: can't explain
current music: Jack Sparrow~ POTC 2
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| Friday, June 23rd, 2006
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9:09 pm - la-de-da-de-da I'm crazy
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Woah, it's been a while, hasn't it? When was the last time I wrote? um...was it three weeks ago? I don't know. it was something like that.
ANYHOO!
Today, I actually woke up at 8:45, which if you know anything about my sleeping habbits, you'll realize that Alchemy waking up that early is probably as close to a mirale as you can get, even if her mother had to wake her up. if I would have woken myself up that early, I would have suggested everyone get to the nearest bomb shelter and scream for you'r mum.
seriously.
I only had to wake up that early because mum had to go to the doctor this morning. I still havn't figgured out why she schedules her appointments for earlier than noon, because I don't know how anyone can wake up at six on anyday and not feel disoriented. But that's beside the point. Mum had a doctor's appointment and I wanted to go with her because I like getting out of my house every once in a while. So, she woke me up and we got ready to leave for her doctor's appointment and 10:20.
The doctors wasn't very evenful, as you can imagine. I just kind of sat there with my mum in this steral room while she talked to Tony (the doctor. friend of the family) Yeah, so they talked all intelligent-like and I sat there and drew a picture of a fairy on my jeans. so that was fun.
We went to a few garage sales afterw leaving the doctor's, because mum luuuuurves garage saleing, which I don't mind as long as I can stay in the car and not be bored, which is exactly what I did because I had my book with me. (The Da Vinci Code is even better the second time, by the by.) I read that and finished it, resorting to listening to my ipod, which died, so I was stuck with the radio. That was okay I suppose.
After that, mum took us to eat because it was noon and we were hungry. Then, while we were parking at the japanese resteraunt we were going to eat at, we saw the door to the resteraunt open and about five people walk out...one of which is my eighth grade math teacher, Mr. Eaton. I started laughing, because it's always pretty funny seeing teachers out side of school, especially if this teacher is wearing khaki shorts and a light blue polo shirt...and you have never seen him in anything but slacks and formal-ish shirts.
Mum just looked at me like I was crazy right here, which I didn't blame, because I kind of started laughing without her knowing the reason.
After food, came wal*mart, which I was REALLY looking foreward too... (sarcasm)...right. anyway, when my mum and I get there, we are not there for five minutes when we ran into Tylanni's mum! Which was cool because she told me right away where Tylanni was, in the electronics making a CD on the computer thing. I really did not feel like walking around wal*mart with my mother, and Tylanni is one of my best friends, so I went and tried to find her, which I did, but at first I didn't recognise her, because she was wearing a pink shirt, tan pants and a tan hat. When I realized it was her, I walked up behind and said, "what's with the hat?". Heh, it probably wasn't what I should have said, because I LOOOOOOVED that hat, especially on her, but it was the first thing that came to mind, so SORRY TYLANNI!! ^____^ she didn't get too mad, considering the fact it was me, but she did say that were it anyone else, she would have back handed them. (which would have been funny). so yeah. we walked around a little bit, and then met my mum and they left.
oooh, my grandparents and my aunt and little cousin came over for dinner tonight, and my grandparents are actually staying over, which is rare. that was kind of fun. When they got here, I was sitting in the recliner that we have and writing in my journal (WHICH I GOT FROM BARNS AND NOBLE ON TUESDAY AND I LOVE IT SOOOOOO MUCH! I LOVED IT ENOUGH TO SPEND 28$ ON IT! IT'S BROWN LEATHER AND IT HAS THE VITRUVIAN MAN ON IT, WHICH IS DA VINCI'S COOLEST SKETCH EVAH!!!) and I write in my journal backwards, so I closed it when she came up to me, and said hi to her because...that's usually what you do when people come over to your house. she said hi back and was....I'll reenact the conversation for you...how about that...
Me: Hi Auntie!! Hi Claire!!
Claire: LALA!!!!!!
Shannon: Hi Alchemy! How are you?
M: can't complain. you?
S: alright. what's that you're journal? (she askes random things like this all the time....)
M: yeah.
S: oooh, lemme read it
M:O.O...okay, you can if you want, I don't mind...
S: no, I was just kidding!
M:*mischevious smile* nah, you can, I don't mind *gives journal over to her*
S: *opens it* ......*looks at illegible text on page and sits on the couch* what's this???
M: *hee hee* um, it's backwards.
S: O.O What? you can write backwards?
M: *nods*
S: damn, Alchemy!
M: *hee hee hee hee hee*
yeah, that's how the conversation went I think....you get the gist of it anyway, but I can write backwards now, which is quite exciting.
Merede!!!!!
I hate it when I'm forced to get off before I'm done typing....
CHEERS!!!
Alchemy
current mood: formerly quite happy, now mad
current music: Che Valiers De Sangreal--Da Vinci Code Soundtrack
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| Friday, June 9th, 2006
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4:44 pm - Of the Da Vinci Code and other matters
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Yes, so I have finally read the Da Vinci Code and you know what, it's one of the best books EVA!! Seriously. Anyone who hasn't read the book absolutly needs to (coughKRISTINAcough) or see the movie, because the movie was actually very close in comparison with the book. A few things were changed, but nothing to extreme, although I did miss the Library part...and the other cryptex...O.O I'll shut up so I don't give it all away.
Anyhoo, EVERYONE totally needs to read this book, religeous or no, because it really makes you think. A week or so ago me and meh family went camping up near a lake in Nebraska, and mum bought me the paper back version of the book from Wal-Mart so I would have something to do. (it was a four hour drive, and I kind of detest being outside for long, which is why I don't really like camping.*hee hee*) Yeah, so I had wanted to read the book before seeing the movie, so that's why mum got it for me.
I could litterally not take my nose out of the book.
We were camping on a lake, which I already told you, and usually, you stay outside for the majority of the time and when you're by a lake, you tend to be on the "beach" alot. Yeah, so we were all boating and swimming and stuff...that is...every one was boating and swimming and stuff except moi, because I was reading the whooooole time.
Yeah. I love that book so much i bought the illistrated version from Barns and Noble today...^________^
AAAH!!! I have decided that all I want for Christmas and Birthdays (unless I get a laptop) is gift certificates to Borders and Barns and Noble or any other store that sells books/cd's/movies/anything else along those lines. Book stores are like my weed, man. I can get high off of books and things and I'm not flipping kidding. *sighs dreamily* I also got a book about pirates today and it's effing awesome too. there's a whole bunch of cool stuff in it. (it's like your Dragonology book, Kris, except about pirates.
Right. So I'm gonna stop talking about books before I get all giddy again. I'll come back later. I'm on meh dad's laptop and there's food like...three feet away.....
Much lurve
CHEERS!!!
Alchemy
current mood: indescribeable
current music: there's a good reason...---panic! at the disco
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| Saturday, May 20th, 2006
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10:15 pm - [insert witty comment here]
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My fellow bandmates and I have come to a somewhat obvious conclusion: our band director is a bitch.
Now, me being me, I do not say this to be mean. I say this because it is the truth. She really is a bitch. ok? ok.
Right, so thursday was our band concert, and almost no one was looking foreword too it, mainly because most of the songs that we got to play sucked. The sevies got all the good songs, and for that I hate them.
Anyway, we were all scheduled to be there no later than 6:35, because that was the time Ms. Schmolke felt like making us be there. So, I got there on time, but every one else got there early. So, I had to shove through people to get to my saxophone, which wasn't fun. I happened to walk in the storrage room just as my name was being called (she was taking roll) and I heard it, but I had to yell "HERE" really loud. So that's what I did. I even hurt the kid who was standing in front of me because I guess I yelled too loud. Unfortunately, Ms. Schmolke is almost deaf in her right ear, and even though i yelled, *I* got marked f-ing TARDY because she didn't hear me yelling at her. so now *I* get points docked off of my grade because my bitch of a band director is f-ing deaf.
I swear, she was like, PMSing or something, 'cause she was looking at all of us like she would murder us if it weren't illegal. So, being the bitch of the woman that she is, she told the 8th grade band kids to go sit on the bleachers in the gym until it was our turn to play. She sent us out by section and the saxes and clarinets were first, so I walked out with most of my friends. I talked with Lizzy and Melissa (yes, the one I hate) and we agreed that Ms. Schmolke needed like, vodka or something because she was totally in a "I'll-kill-you-with-out-a-second-thought-if-you-do-not-do-what-i-say" kind of mood. Ugh. It was horrible. and we were joking that we should go tell her fiance (sp) to buy her some alcoholic drink so she wouldn't be so pissy. It was pretty funny. Then, on the bleachers when the sevies were tuning in the band room, all of us were complaining, because that's what we do. Then Melissa said that Mr. Haulston (her hubby-to-be) should probably fuck her soon for the well being of all other humans, because Ms. Schmolke probably haddn't been laid in like....forever. every one who heard started cracking up laughing and people stared at us weird. it was hysterical because it was probably true.
Then the sevies came in following ms. schmolke and all of us were like "ABOUT FUCKING TIME LADY" because we were mad by this time. And then you know what? The stupid seventh graders got to play one of the coolest songs ever, and I was totally pissed because the 8th graders soooo should have gotten to play it. I played in in Honour band, and is really the coolest song ever. I love it. And Lizzy loves it too because she came to my honour band concert and was all "THAT RITES OF TAMBURO SONG WAS THE COOLEST F-ING SONG EVER!!!!"
So, even though the sevies sucked at it, Lizzy and I still cheered the loudest when they finished. Then they played the "Incredibles" as their movie music.
And you know what we got to play?
SHREK FUCKING DANCE PARTY!!! OMG!!! I swear I almost puked when I got that sheet music. I really do love that movie, because Shrek is like, awesome, but come on! Shrek Dance Party? The only good part in that song was YMCA, and even that sucked. Ugh. she didn't even work on it with us much, and it was the fanally of the whole concert. Seriously. We only really worked on that song like...twice. FOR FIVE MINUTES AT THE END OF CLASS!!!! Ugh I was pissed!! Last year, she actually picked cool stuff, like the Seventh graders last year (i.e. ME) got to play "Pirates of the Caribbean" because every one knows that movie kicks ass (and we all begged for it), and the 8th graders got to play The Death March from Star Wars and Harry Potter. THAT MUSIC IS COOL!!!! SHREK DANCE PARTY IS NOT! It could have even been the instrumental music from Shrek and I could have been happy, but we had to play a medely of disco music, which I despise, consisting of "just the way you are", "do you really want to hurt me" "staying alive", "who let the dogs out" (OMFG), "feelings", "Happy together" and "YMCA". I HATE F-ING DISCO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*screams and beats head against the wall*
*sighs* ah well. nothing I can do about it now is there. school is almost over and I am the happiest I have been in quite a while.
It's hot in here...this upsets me...
Oh, and I'm not at home by the way. I'm at my grandmother's down in Hasty, Colorado. If anyone can figure out where that is, I shall give them a cookie. I'm not here by choice however. My "cousin" is graduating high school and we came because.....uh......I don't know why we came....because no one but my sister really likes Cynthia....
Omg. So, at our school for 8th grade "graduation", we get to have a "dress up dance" which means, there is a dance held for us in which we cannot wear jeans.
Lizzy, is totally excited.
I, however, do not want to go.
And both Lizzy and my MOTHER are making me. how the fuck does that work? My Mum is making me go to a dance when I would much rather stay at home and play my saxophone/guitar/be on the computer. I can understand why Lizzy would want me to go, but my MUM!!! something is not right with the world if I have one of those mothers who is totally into getting their daughter pretty bras and underwear and clothes and stuff. Like Jules' mum in "Bend It Like Becham". I'd rather die then have her as my mother.
I was actually talking to Blake last night and told him that I didn't want to go to the dance. He was like "then don't go" but I told him I had too because Lizzy and Mum were making me and he said "then sneak out and walk somewhere, like Safeway or something". I found this funny. Then Lizzy got on and he told her that I was not going to the dance (even though I never told him that) and she went bezerko on me, messanging me really fast and screaming almost, saying things like "WHAT!? YOU ARE NOT GOING TO THE DANCE? I WILL NOT HEAR OF THIS!!!" I asked her if that was what Blake told her and she said yes. I had to tell her that I was going, because I have this need of always feeling like I have to please people, and she was all relieved after that.
I believe that Lizzy has controll issues. Usually, I don't mind too much, but when she started yelling at me because she thought I was not going, it really got on my nerves. Because I really don't want to go and she's always like, "you're coming!" and I DON'T WANT TOO!!!!! I'D HONESTLY RATHER DIE RIGHT NOW BECAUSE I AM *ANTI-SOCIAL*!!!! DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT?! *ANTI-SOCIAL* she showed me the dress she got after she calmed down. I must admit she looked really good in it.
Ugh. Last week sometime, Lizzy and I also got into an argument about irony. It made me kind of mad, because she is also overly competitive, and always seems to HAVE to be right. I will not deny that it is frustrating sometimes. Especially when she is being competitive about something so stupid. Lizzy will be competitive about being competitive if you let her.
Does it seem like she is controlling my life? because to me it does. This is upsetting. I don't know what to do about it you know, because I do not want her controlling absolutly every aspect if my life, and to me, it seems she is.
Is she?
I don't know. I might never know. But that whole thing about the dance really got on my nerves.
Ah well. I lurve her anyway. ^__^ She's a good friend. She and Tylanni are actually my best friends don't ya know. Yeah. they are. And I am very proud of that.
WH-HOO! Now that I have ranted, I feel quite a bit better! although I'm sorry if you don't...you reffering to whoever is reading this...Um...yeah.
Ew...there's moths in here. >.< Moths bug me. HA! bug me. I get it.
CHEERS!!!
Alchemy
current mood: grumpy
current music: Killing Lonliness~ HIM
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| Sunday, May 14th, 2006
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9:14 pm - more ranting then story telling.
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I apologise in advanse for any typos. I'm pissed and I can't type when i'm pissed.
*clears throat* AHEM!!!
You know what I hate? I hate it when adults take back their word. even if they don't promise something, the majority of the time my parents say that I can do something, and then not let me do it. Like today for instanse. Me and my cousin brittney go to the same school right, so sometimes, I stay over at her house and we go to school together. Well, we wanted to do that tonight, and it was really my mum who suggested it. I was like, "mum, can brit and i sleep over at each other's houses and then not go to school tomorrow?". Mum was like, "no, but you can stay over at eachothers houses and then go to school anyway..." so we both said ok. then later, when we were all playing hide-and-seek (I'll explain that later) I suggested to brittney that I could stay over at her house, and that if her mum let us, we could all stay home tomorrow, because my mum works, so it's not like she would be home anyway. brittney being brittney was skeptical about this. I don't know why. anyway, it was alright with my mum, and it was alright with her mum, so why couldn't our plan work? Then I had to leave (we were at a party) and brit and I didn't have a chance to talk. So told her to call me when she was coming home. She did. and she said that her mum said that she and her brother could stay home tomorrow. I asked if I could go stay at brits for the night (leaving out the part about staying home the next day). MY mum said no, which was bill shit because not two hours before she had said yes. So I begged, and she still said no. So now I'm here, ranting to my journal because I have no one else to rant too.
and you know what else? my friend is depressed again. I swear she is bipolar. She tried to cut herself today, only succeeding in creating long scratches on her arm. She told her mum that she and her sister got into a fight. I'm getting fucking sick of this. she's like, always depressed now, and when she's depressed, she brings you down along with her, which is the shity part because I personally like being happy.
I was happy before all of this happenend too. and now, as you can see, I am not. because it does not take alot for my mood to drop. It's kind of like I had a bunch of chocolate or something...which I did...but that was a long time ago.
I need a hug...*sniffs* theres no one to give me one either.
Oh. right. I feel the need to explain why I was playing hide-and-seek. ok. so, today was mother's day, and my cousin, (who I call my aunt. her name is Christine) was having a party at her "boyfriend's" house. It's like, a big house too, 'cause he's a doctor. there's like, this giant chess board and all these fountains and this huge deck with this tower thing and stuff. so anyway, it was a great place for hide-and-seek, because there were so many placed to hide and what not, so that's exactly what we did. It was really only me and my cousins playing, but my grandma played for a bit, and my dad played too. He's like a kid. it's funny. so anyway, that's what we did for about three hours. we all played pool and chess and stuff too. it was cool. that's what happend when you are bored and you have played chess and pool already...you play hide-and-seek. oooh and also, my dad and my cousin Nick were doing hop-scotch on the giant chess board, which was pretty faggish, but we were all bored by then. I guess it was pretty fun though, because they were laughing and stuff.
ooh yeah, and then me and my other cousin Tara were on her comp a whole bunch. she was showing me all these songs that I like, and I can't find them on iTunes now. which makes me even madder than I was when I started typing this.
*sighs*
I need to go before I break something.
Cheers!!!*waves with no enthusiasm*
Alchemy
current mood: emotional
current music: It Ends Tonight~ The All-American Rejects
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| Friday, May 12th, 2006
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9:46 pm - HAPPY!!!!!!!!!!!
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GUESS WHAT!! I'm like, really really happy right now and I don't know why. maybe it was all the sugar i had....*shrugs*
MY FRIEND GOT INTO THE PLAY SHE WAS TRYING OUT FOR!!!!!!!!!! I totally knew she would. I even told her that. I can't remember her response though....ah well. yeah she got in and there were only like, 8 girls allowed in at all. I'm very proud. *beams*
omg. school today, was like, totally fun, which is amazing because it's never fun. anyway, after lunch the funniest thing happened like, in the history of my school career. ok. so it was after the recess thing we have and lizzy and I were coming into the hallway from outside. lizzy is like, over competitive right, and she felt like being the first one in the hall and the first to our locker. she kinda shoved me out of the way (not like, mean or anything, but still) and I shoved her back. Then we started this whole, shoving eachother/race to our locker thing, and we were like, pushing each other and tripping ourselves and stuff. so, I pushed lizzy again when we were really close to our locker and apparently, I pushed to hard or something because I heard her scream. then I slamed my hand against the locker and turned around and there was lizzy, lying sprawled face down on the floor. I swear it was the funniest thing I had ever seen...ever. I laughed so hard I was like...hyperventelating. omg. it was hysterical. she was just lying there....it's funny just thinking about it.
THEN because it was friday or something, we got to go outside in jazz band. yeah. it was cool. we went behind the softball feild and played like duck, duck, goose, except it was really duck, duck, grey duck, because that's how you play it in minnesota and our band director is from minnesota. it was fun, except I never got picked, which made me sad. ah well. then we played one of the hand slapping games that you learn in like, girl scouts or something, where you all sit in a circle and you slap eachother's hands. it was weird but it was pretty entertaining to tell you the truth. at least it kept us ammused. I got grass stains on my jeans.
Oooh and then today, I found out that megadeath is like, really cool. they're a band, and they sound like metalica...except different. anyway, I reccomend them to any one who likes that stuff.
AH!!! I SHOT WHEN I GOT HOME TOO!!! WHICH WAS FUN!!! ok, so I do archery now, and it is like, one of the coolest sports ever, and after we got back from eating dinner, my dad and I shot a coupl rounds. it was fun. but then it got dark. that made me sad.
*sigh*
I need to go now. i'm too happy and that's gonna like...kill me in a second. so BYE
CHEEERS!!!!
Alchemy.
current mood: ecstatic
current music: Adam's song~ Blink 182
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| Wednesday, May 10th, 2006
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9:29 pm - Woot.
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So, I figured out what we are to be doing in jazz band for the rest of the two and a half weeks we are in school.
Today, we got assigned this huge project on a jazz musician, and I really, surprisingly do not mind that much...
I swear it has to be something i'm drinking because three weeks ago, I would have complained. I've even started on my book report...and that isn't due until next wednessday. (I actually started on it about a week after it was assigned, which never happens.)
You know what, I didn't even bitch when Abe and Blake (trumpeters. Blake is meh buddy. abe is...urm...not.) took the musician I wanted, or at least, I didn't bitch as much as I could have. I wanted Cab Calloway you see, but they took him. So now I'm doing my report thing on this uber-cool tenor player called John Coltrane. I actually have one of his cd's and listened to it when I got home. He is actually really good.
Asside from that, the jazz band will be sight reading and watching movies.
It is now only five days until our feild trip. Yesh. Our team gets exactly one feild trip this entire year. Ah well. At least it's too somewhere cool. We're going to the Imax to see two movies that I can't remember and eat lunch. The teachers arranged it so the students all got menus from the resteraunts we were able to go too. We could either choose from Old Chicago, Panera Bread, some burger joint, AI sushi, and Quidoba Mexican resteraunt. My friend lizzy, who is like, obsessed with hamburgers...or anyother meat she can find, was all "GIMME THE BURGER MENU" the entire first period, until she actually got the menu. It was rather funny. Anyway, she looked at the menu she wanted oh-so-badly, before deciding it was boring. I wanted pizza, or something of that sort, and I told lizzy that there were burgers at old Chicago and she got all excited again. I had wanted to go there all along, and lizzy wanted to go now too, so we opt for Old Chicago, which made Anjrew and Blake (our friends. Blake is the trumpeter and anjrew is his best friend. His name is actually spelled Andrew, but we all spell it Anjrew. don't ask why) mad because now they couldn't go there. There were only so many students allowed at each resteraunt, and lizzy and I took the last spots for Old Chicago. Anjrew (who is still complaining about it) chose Panera Bread, and Blake is gonna go have sushi. I didn't even know he liked that stuff. and both are still mad. We don't care though because it isn't like they are gonna do anything to us, and I really don't care if they are mad, because they are stupid anyway.
Anjrew actually asked us a stupid beeyond stupid joke yesterday. it went like this:
there were three turtles in a bathtub. One turtle askes another turtle, "can you pass me the soap?" and the other turtle responds, "what do I look like? a Typewriter?"
Where the hell did he get that from? all of us who heard it, which included Blake and Lizzy and I, were all "what the fuck, psycho?" and we asked what there was to get about it, and he said nothing. that's why it was funny. like, the joke wasn't supposed to make sense.
All of my questions about his sanity had been answered at that moment.
TWO DAYS TILL FRIDAY!!!!!!
CHEERS!!!
Alchemy. Who is upset that she had almost nothing interesting to say today.
current mood: calm
current music: A Narnia Lullaby~the chronicles of Narnia soundtrack
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| Tuesday, May 9th, 2006
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10:13 pm - Turkish Delight and other matters
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Right. So, I was watching Narnia yesterday. That's usually what I do when I don't go to school, and I came across something rather interesting.
There are about five ways you can watch Narnia, six including upside down. actually I can think of about eleven ways you can watch it, but that is beside the point. I was watching the movie with the one fun-factey things because I had never seen them, and I ended up figuring out how Turkish Delight is made. All it is is a jelly candy made from sugar and rosewater (???). Later, I was watching Narnia again (don't ask) and I was thinking about things. My friend has an e-mail adress that she made up called rosecandy201...ROSE CANDY!!! TURKISH DELIGHT IS MADE WITH ROSE WATER!!! I know that was like...really nerdish of me, but I really did think of it. To me, it was kind of ironic, because meh buddy likes Narnia, but not as much as I do. and anyway, she thought of that waaaay before she saw the movie. I don't know. I just thought it was ironic. I don't know why.
A few minutes ago, I actually discovered that I make quite alot of mistakes while typing, which makes me feel rather foolish. If I could actually learn to spell, it might help, but I'm mussing up words like 'now' because I can't seem to distinguish the 'w' from the 't' and it ends up beeing 'not' which is stupid.
Ugh. I have decided that I hate Science. More specifically, I have dicided that I hate science projects. If you asked me to count how many projects that I have had to do (and procrastinate on) for that class over the past two years, I couldn't even begin too tell you. I don't even remember half of them anyway. It seems as if we have some bug assignment due almost every week (this week is the human body systems...someone shoot me) and we get like....half a day to complete the thing!
...well no. we get longer than that, but I feel the need to over exadurate to porve my point.
Granted, some of the things we have to do can be quite fun, like the district wide science-expo thing, where you actually got to choose what kind of project you wanted to do and what you wanted to do it on, that was cool. I got to draw, and any asignment where I get to draw is okay with me. anyway, science is stupid and I am literally counting the days until I can get out of the hell that is middle school. I don't know any one who isn't counting the days actually....
Ack. My jazz band concert is over and now there is like...nothing to do in that f-ing class. seriously. today, we sight read (and sucked at it...badly), and apparently, the day before, we watched a movie. It got me thinking, what the hell are we going to do these last few weeks of school, because it isn't like we are going to rehearse our old music, and I know for a fact there is not enough music in my teachers office to give us a new piece every day for the next three weeks. This pisses me off because concert band music sucks, and it's too easy. I counted on Jazz band for actually beeing FUN!!!!!!! It's like my favorite class you know, and now....there is nothing to do.
Oh Shit. Now I have to talk about this too. Okay, so there is this girl in band (concert and jazz) with me that I highly doubt will make it too graduation at the end of the year. I won't mention her name. I'll just call her "7,6,5". It's her jazz band nickname. don't ask. anyway, 7,6,5 is like, my mortal enemy. she's one of those girls with the "I'm soooo much better than you at abso-flaming-lutly every thing and you all suck" kind of attitudes. I've been bitching about her for two years now and if I'm doing that, you know somethings wrong with this chick. You see, 7,6,5 likes to complain...alot. She plays the alto saxophone in concert band and the tenor in jazz band. (the some one that I play). For the past two years, 7,6,5 has been complaining that she does not get enough solos, which is the stupidest thing to complain about because there are like....4 more years for that shit. God. our band director has a habbit of giving all the first tenor parts to me because I play tenor all the time and 7,6,5 does not. So last semester I comprimised with her, saying that she could have a solo on a certain song (that I really wanted) and I would take a different solo on a different song. So that worked out pretty well until this semester when Ms. Banddirector decided to change the solo section in that song. 7,6,5 got all pissed and started calling Ms. Banddirector "solo stealer" which was total bogus because she still had a solo there. ugh. then we started playing this other song that was a tenor sax feature with this huuuuuuuuuuuuuuge solo at the end. I mean, it was like....40 measures long and I am not kidding. 7,6,5 automatically got that solo because alchemy happened to be switching between chior and jazz band because she was getting rather bored with her electives beeing to easy and all. So anyway, Ms. Banddirector gives me the guitar part for that song just incase I didn't want to play my sax, and i tried it for a while. I hated the guitar part so I switched back to my tenor and you know what 7,6,5 said? she was like, "you should play guitar, Alchemy! I'm sure you'd be really good." that was the most sarcastic comment I had heard out of anybody ever, and I have REAAAALY sarcastic friends. I asked her what she meant by that and she said that she wanted me to play guitar on that song because she had this huge solo and if I played tenor Ms. Banddirector would give it to me. HAD SHE NOT BEEN LISTENING OR PAYING ATTENTION!!!???!!!! SHE HAD FIRST TENOR ON EVERY FUCKING SONG BECAUSE I WAS IN CHIOR AS WELL!!!! SHE GOT ALL THE FUCKING SOLOS AND SHE WAS STILL COMPLAINING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *breathes deep in attemts to calm ones self* right. so she had all the first tenor parts and was still compaining. Then, around the begining of fourth quarter I quit chior because it was boreing and none of us were singing. so I was in jazzband full time now. it went ok for a while, I got a solo in my favorite song which made me happy, and 7,6,5, me and the tenor player in the other jazzband (we were sharing the song) were told to split the solo in the tenor sax feature (it was actually called "Easy Minor") so yeah. Then last friday we had our concert in our gym. It was really cool too because there was food and everything. we provided subs for all the guests. Anyway, we played and after we played we ate. Me and my friend, who is a clarinet player were hanging out in the back where all the food was when 7,6,5 came up. I said hi, because I was hyper and saying hi to every one. then she said "Thanks Alchemy, you totally showed me up like, three times," and then walked away. I felt like slapping her. I had no idea what to say and I've been wanting to hit her for ages, but I didn't because apparently, I'm nice. and you know what? 7,6,5 is a really good sax player, on both tenor and alto, but she is waaaaaaaaaaay to quiet! I am sooo much louder than her it is not even funny and she thinks that I am showing her up! NOOOOO!!! If She would play louder it would be an entierly different matter!!!!!!!! *more deep breathing and meditating*
I'm sorry. that's too long a paragraph for anyone's comfort. I apologise for making you go through that. (you refers to whoever is reading this and possibly my journal itself) yes. I shall go now. my hand hurts.
CHEERS!!!
Alchemy
current mood: bitchy
current music: In the Mood~Glen Miller (which was actually one of my jazz b
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| Monday, May 8th, 2006
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8:45 pm - Plastic Smiles
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I wrote a story today! Yeah! I'm quite proud because it is actually the first out of my many Narnia one-shots that I have actually finished. Yesh. *claps excitedly* I have made a break through.
So I shall now post it here, because I can, and because I want feedback to know if it is good enough to post on fanfiction.net or in the narniadrabbles livejournat community that I am not a member of. So here it is:
Disclaimer: I don't own the Chronicles of Narnia, nor do I own any of their characters because they belong to C.S. Lewis ana I am not him. *sighs* No matter how much I wish I owned it, I don't. Don't rub it in.
Plastic Smiles
People always said her smile was like no other. It was stunning, they said, and that was no surprise because it was her smile, and she was gorgeous, with large eyes the color of the sea, a pale, flawless complexion that would put Aphrodite to shame, and lips, full and pink. She was perfect; a perfect young woman, kind and gracious, caring and considerate.
“Your parents must be so proud!” they told her.
She was always smiling, even when things were going horribly, the grin never left her face. It was a smile that made men go weak in the knees, and girls her age fume with jealousy. She smiled as if she hadn’t a care in the world, because that was the impression that Susan Pevensie tried so hard to convey. Susan was perfect in the eyes of society, perfect to every one who mattered…
But she wasn’t perfect to him. Not like she used to be anyway. She hadn’t been for sometime now.
The three of her siblings all agreed that their sister had changed for the worst. Edmund and Lucy decided that it was just a phase, a nasty phase, but one she would soon grow out of, and when she did, every thing would be alright again.
Neither had the courage to admit that they thought it was only false hope.
Peter, however, said nothing on the subject, because it was hard enough for him to look at his sister recently, let alone think and talk about her. He didn’t think he could look in her eyes any more and still be able to sustain his mask of indifference. He pretended not to care about what was happening to her, but anyone who knew him well enough had a feeling he was disheartened buy the whole thing. It had been going on for years now, and still, it had the worst effect on the eldest of the four siblings. Only Ed and Lucy seemed to notice it. Peter was depressed, an emotion they had not seen him show since their father went off to war. The two youngest tried desperately to help, but what could they do when the problem was obviously between their older brother and sister? Peter was grateful, and he thanked God every day that he still had Edmund and Lucy, but with out Susan…. nothing really seemed right any more.
He blamed society. He blamed every one who had anything to do with the changes in his sister, and that included their parents and teachers and friends. He cursed them for telling her to smear rogue on her cheeks and paint on her lips. He despised anyone who made her think she was not pretty if she did not wear silk stockings and powdered muck on her face. Peter cursed them because Susan wasn’t his little sister any more. She was someone else entirely and it was society’s fault. The Susan he used to love had disappeared a long time ago.
The Susan he knew now was nothing more than a cheep, shoddy imitation of what she had been, something like…a doll…pretty to look at, but there was nothing really…. there anymore. There was no longer any feeling in her, no warmth. The sparkle had gone from her eyes, replaced by an emotion that had no emotion, if that makes any sense at all. It wasn’t indifference…it was…something else.
The Susan he saw now was plastic. Just plastic.
Peter was fully aware of what people said about her, because she told him. When she talked, he often had to suppress his disappointment under approval and admiration. What other people thought about her had obviously become important to Susan, and he couldn’t bear to see her hurt by something he said, so he told Susan that he was proud of her popularity and glad that she was happy, even if he didn’t mean it. She had told him that she was showered with compliments, and Peter wondered how stupid people could really be.
“People are stupid!” he thought aloud one night. Did they not see what was happening? Was nobody paying attention to what Susan had morphed into, with all the gunk on her face and goop in her hair as she paraded around, attempting to be as sophisticated as possible? That was the problem! Susan never had to try to do anything! Things just came naturally to her. She never had to try to be elegant and lady-like before, so why did she try so hard now?
Sometimes Peter felt like he was the only one that was deeply concerned about this, but then realized that notion was not fair because he knew that Edmund and Lucy were concerned too. But still, he may have been the only one to notice that her once glorious smile had been so much more than it was now, that the simple, toothy grins she flashed about now had no connection with her eyes. For Susan to smile genuinely, that was a downright miracle.
Thoughts like this were abruptly pushed aside when he talked to Susan. Peter would wait patiently for her to finish before repeating what he had said about being proud over and over again. She would smile at him then, one of the fake smiles that didn’t meet her eyes, thank him, and walk off, leaving her older brother to stare sadly at her from behind until she was out of sight and he could finally let the tears he had been holding back for so long slide down his cheeks.
He imagined what Susan used to be like when he was alone. She used to be lovely, and real, and did not care about what other people thought of her. He thought about what she was like when she was a queen. He wished that that was the Susan every one else saw, and that was the Susan she wanted to be.
Wishing was all he could do now though, and as the Narnian sun disappeared beneath the restless Eastern Sea, Peter wished and preyed that his sister, his best friend would be able to come home soon, and that she would remain as he remembered, beautiful, with large eyes the color of the sea, a pale, flawless complexion that would put Aphrodite to shame, and lips, full and pink that could twist into a smile so lovely and pure that there were no words to describe it.
It was a shame, that until that day, her face would be smudged with powder and paint, depressing, knowing that lips such as hers must be covered with a coat of red gloss, and the eyes that had once held so much joy had lost all of their sheen.
It was too much to bear, knowing that until she came home, Susan’s smile would be nothing but plastic.
Right so I hope it wasn't too boreing or whatever. feebback=lurve. although, I'm only expecitng to here from one of you because I only have one friend on here. COMMENT TYLANNI!!!!! *puppy eyes* PWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESE!!!!!!
CHEERS!!!!
Alchemy
current mood:  accomplished
current music: Minnie The Moocher---Cab Calloway
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| Sunday, May 7th, 2006
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10:26 pm - WOOT!!!
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I don't have to go to school tomorrow! Which is exactly why I am on here this late! WHEEEEEEEE! Yes. I asked my mum, and she says that I don't have to go to school! Which is good because I don't want to go anyway...plus I didn't do meh homework. ^^ I doodled instead. Yesh. I Doodled. Because that is much more interesting that history homework. God, why do we have to study history anyway? I know it teaches you important thigs, like don't repeat your mistakes, but I hate it. I mean, my teacher is like, one of the coolest teachers I have and all, but honestly, why are we only studying the events that happened in our own country? Why can't we learn about like...other countries, which are MUCH MORE INTERESTING than the history of my own. (I don't live in the UK by the way, I just say I do so no one really knows where I live. Plus I like the UK better anyway).
So yeah. There's that. Plus math sucks. Ugh. I hate math, and to be perfectly honest with you, I am not that great at it. But every one in my class thinks I am. I hear things from all over the classroom all the fucking time, like, "You know Alchemy aced this test" or "of course she got the answer right" and It f-ing buggs me! I mean, all of these people could be better at the damn subject than I am if they would put half a mind too it!!! I know some Cats yonger than me who are taking math at the same level, and my classmates thingk *I* am the smart one! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Ya'll are FUNNY!!! *rolls eyes*
Anyway, I did not come here to complain, even though that is all I've been doing. *sigh* It is rather easy to complain, isn't it? Sometimes it is much more interesting to complain as well, like when you want to annoy the hell out of whoever is pissing you off (assuming that someone is pissing you off). It's especially fun when the person listening to your woes cannot do anything about it. Then it's really enjoyable, because you can gripe all you want and nothing will be done to stop you. *laughs* i'm so mean. ah well.
CHEERS
Alchemy.
P.S. Ignore my randomness. I tend to talk about things that have no real relations to eachother.
current music: whatever the Conan 'O Brian theme song is or whatever
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11:29 am - I'm here now....get used too it.
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urm....hi....*taps on keyboard because there is like...nothing to say* yeah. What is one supposed to write here? I mean really. I've been one some LJ's that are totally cool, with like, awesome Journal entries that talk all about the persons day, and then there are some icons that they posted too (which are really entertaining too look at you know), and I wonder how these people write so much interesting stuff. They usually talk about their day, right? Well what if your day was like totally boreing, and absolutly nothing interesting happened? what to you do then? Hmmmm? right. I suppose you could write about your thoughts, which solves that problem...Damn. Now I have nothing to say...again....*sighs* ok I'll try the thought thing....*thinks* Ow. never mind. I'm gonna stop typing before I hurt myself. Plus I need to find my user pic. so there.
CHEERS!!!
Alchemy
current mood:  high
current music: ....I don't know ask Tylanni
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