S's dad drove me home from R's house (it was Movie Night - we watched Disturbia) and S's dad always makes him get out of the car to walk girls to their door, even though we're just friends. So we got to my house, and S walked me up. I rang the doorbell a couple times, but no one answered and the inside was totally dark. So I had to go in through the garage, while his dad drove beside me.
I feel like the girl in the movies, the girl who comes from the wrong side of the tracks with an unsatisfactory homelife, and the boy is the one with the good family. Mikayla from Transformers and MJ from Spiderman are good examples of this girl.
I know that this isn't an accurate description of my life at all. My parents are at a bat mitzvah, V is at a football game, and N is at a party. But still, with S's dad there, that's what it felt like. I dunno. Everyone will be home in an hour or so, but for now, I'm MJ.
Saturday, September 1, 2007
Saturday, August 25, 2007
what summer '07 was made of
Listening to: Nothing, this subject line comes from my own head, for once.
Summer '07 was the best summer I've had in all 14 years of my life. I bring you a list of what it was for me:
Baseball games, jeans on hot days, Nutrigrain bars, Harry Potter Party Hopping, Mitchell's, wandering, Boobsketballers, manicures, tan lines, summer gym, Linda Atwood, dinosaur sprinkles, surprise parties, everyone else's love lives, lots of playgrounds, Legacy, ice cream sandwiches, all roads lead to Mitchell's/Border's, the Once and Future King, the Shins, "I want Harry to die", the Office, stalking, stray cats, Golem!, band tee shirts, long walks, boy's houses, What Ori Thinks, the Bunch Up Bandit, Bloody Mary, "It was a double date, but I didn't have a date", staved fingers, limited correspondence, late nights, AIM, Double D, the Handbag Queen, subtle hints, not so subtle hints, I Was Drugged and Left For Dead In Mexico and All I Got Was This Stupid Tee Shirt, DIY, adventuring, avoiding work in the garden, sleeping in late, no breakfast, Vitamin Water, new obsessions, my haircut, V left for college, couting coins, Hot Rod, stale popcorn, A's my slave, we're not cut out for the great outdoors, Papa John's, oh it's so gloomy, "it's not the heat, it's the humidity", Butt-Lien, trampolines, barbeques, the great travelling iPod, soccer camps, the Date Babysitter, Seven Days and a Morning, free Chipotle, money!, "pause...not", Keane, School Spirit Isn't That Great, we're pathetic, spin it, Bedazzling: the Craft of Cults, kickass, shiny/masterly/killin'/pinin'/of polish descent, clubbing French kids, second base before first, lawlz, "I don't value their opinions", I Am McLovin', Keep The Powder Dry and Suffer No Fools, running into teachers is majorly awkward, Pink Floyd Is Deep, does anyone really care?, Pip, waterguns, book parties, cutting it close, I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell, She's Not Moving, "why is that weird smoker kid following us?", Shoeman, Willis, our one stomping routine, Cupcake Escape, actually forgetting what people look like, why some people REALLY need haircuts...
I'll finish this up later. I don't expect anyone to get it, and I don't think my friends will get all of it. It's mostly for me, anyways. Feel free to make guess, though.
Summer '07 was the best summer I've had in all 14 years of my life. I bring you a list of what it was for me:
Baseball games, jeans on hot days, Nutrigrain bars, Harry Potter Party Hopping, Mitchell's, wandering, Boobsketballers, manicures, tan lines, summer gym, Linda Atwood, dinosaur sprinkles, surprise parties, everyone else's love lives, lots of playgrounds, Legacy, ice cream sandwiches, all roads lead to Mitchell's/Border's, the Once and Future King, the Shins, "I want Harry to die", the Office, stalking, stray cats, Golem!, band tee shirts, long walks, boy's houses, What Ori Thinks, the Bunch Up Bandit, Bloody Mary, "It was a double date, but I didn't have a date", staved fingers, limited correspondence, late nights, AIM, Double D, the Handbag Queen, subtle hints, not so subtle hints, I Was Drugged and Left For Dead In Mexico and All I Got Was This Stupid Tee Shirt, DIY, adventuring, avoiding work in the garden, sleeping in late, no breakfast, Vitamin Water, new obsessions, my haircut, V left for college, couting coins, Hot Rod, stale popcorn, A's my slave, we're not cut out for the great outdoors, Papa John's, oh it's so gloomy, "it's not the heat, it's the humidity", Butt-Lien, trampolines, barbeques, the great travelling iPod, soccer camps, the Date Babysitter, Seven Days and a Morning, free Chipotle, money!, "pause...not", Keane, School Spirit Isn't That Great, we're pathetic, spin it, Bedazzling: the Craft of Cults, kickass, shiny/masterly/killin'/pinin'/of polish descent, clubbing French kids, second base before first, lawlz, "I don't value their opinions", I Am McLovin', Keep The Powder Dry and Suffer No Fools, running into teachers is majorly awkward, Pink Floyd Is Deep, does anyone really care?, Pip, waterguns, book parties, cutting it close, I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell, She's Not Moving, "why is that weird smoker kid following us?", Shoeman, Willis, our one stomping routine, Cupcake Escape, actually forgetting what people look like, why some people REALLY need haircuts...
I'll finish this up later. I don't expect anyone to get it, and I don't think my friends will get all of it. It's mostly for me, anyways. Feel free to make guess, though.
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
are you a believer?
Listening to: Gimme Some Motivation by Delta Spirit
Well, I'm supposed to be reading the last chapter in The Once and Future King, but my iPod was acting weird and I was going to post here, asking for help.
But apparently someone wants me to finish my reading (and then the chapter summaries), so when I plugged my iPod in, it actually responded. So my iPod problems are fixed. Damn. I wanted to pretend to be looking stuff up online and then get distracted by my blog and Facebook.
I finished the third chapter and read about three of the minichapters of chapter four, so I'm making progress. I need to finish chapter four by the end of the day, and then the summary for book four. See, I planned it all out in my trusty red notebook. Everyday leading up to Tuesday, the first day of school, has an activity for me to do.
I'm not nervous for high school. I'm mostly just excited, or at least happy that I'm out of the middle school. Oh, and it turns out that I'm going to the football game on Friday. J wanted me to go so she wouldn't be alone, and A2 and S2 (new character!) are going too. Bleh.
Well, I'm supposed to be reading the last chapter in The Once and Future King, but my iPod was acting weird and I was going to post here, asking for help.
But apparently someone wants me to finish my reading (and then the chapter summaries), so when I plugged my iPod in, it actually responded. So my iPod problems are fixed. Damn. I wanted to pretend to be looking stuff up online and then get distracted by my blog and Facebook.
I finished the third chapter and read about three of the minichapters of chapter four, so I'm making progress. I need to finish chapter four by the end of the day, and then the summary for book four. See, I planned it all out in my trusty red notebook. Everyday leading up to Tuesday, the first day of school, has an activity for me to do.
I'm not nervous for high school. I'm mostly just excited, or at least happy that I'm out of the middle school. Oh, and it turns out that I'm going to the football game on Friday. J wanted me to go so she wouldn't be alone, and A2 and S2 (new character!) are going too. Bleh.
Monday, August 20, 2007
in the town and all around it's gloomy
Listening to: Gloomy by Matt Costa
I only just discovered Matt Costa, and what should be the iTunes Exclusive song but Gloomy? It fits perfectly.
Life in B Wood is terribly gloomy. It started on Saturday night, the night of the infamous School Spirit! pool party. The party wasn't all that great. It was freezing, there was no food (?), and only a few of my friends came. We left early to go to my friend K's house, since K is back from camp and her home has been redone.
DANG, is that girl lucky. Her room is so gorgeous. It was done of green, white, and black, and her closets are covered by black velvet curtains. She has a big screen TV with a green couch and a zebra print armchair. Soooo jealous. We watched High School Musical 2. Everyone yelled at me because I was laughing so much at Troy's song on the golf course. The reflection in the pond was a bit overdone, I think.
On Sunday, I went school shopping with my Dad. I had him take me all the way to Crocker Park, a big shopping center, because they have an Abercrombie Kids and that was the only place that fits me in jeans. (Well, jeans that are under 50 dollars.) I am now, sadly, too big for Abercrombie Kids. I went to Urban Outfitters, where their jeans are too long, but I came away with a black cord mini skirt and a tank top with blue, black, and pink stars in varying sizes. In a last ditch attempt for jeans, I went across the street to PacSun. I tried on 00 Short jeans and YESSSS they fit. I bought two, one dark wash, and the other a lighter color.
Tomorrow I'm going to pick up my textbooks. Me and A2 counted, and I'll have three textbooks, and she'll have four. Haha, that sucker is taking Spanish. I got out of that, thank God.
I only just discovered Matt Costa, and what should be the iTunes Exclusive song but Gloomy? It fits perfectly.
Life in B Wood is terribly gloomy. It started on Saturday night, the night of the infamous School Spirit! pool party. The party wasn't all that great. It was freezing, there was no food (?), and only a few of my friends came. We left early to go to my friend K's house, since K is back from camp and her home has been redone.
DANG, is that girl lucky. Her room is so gorgeous. It was done of green, white, and black, and her closets are covered by black velvet curtains. She has a big screen TV with a green couch and a zebra print armchair. Soooo jealous. We watched High School Musical 2. Everyone yelled at me because I was laughing so much at Troy's song on the golf course. The reflection in the pond was a bit overdone, I think.
On Sunday, I went school shopping with my Dad. I had him take me all the way to Crocker Park, a big shopping center, because they have an Abercrombie Kids and that was the only place that fits me in jeans. (Well, jeans that are under 50 dollars.) I am now, sadly, too big for Abercrombie Kids. I went to Urban Outfitters, where their jeans are too long, but I came away with a black cord mini skirt and a tank top with blue, black, and pink stars in varying sizes. In a last ditch attempt for jeans, I went across the street to PacSun. I tried on 00 Short jeans and YESSSS they fit. I bought two, one dark wash, and the other a lighter color.
Tomorrow I'm going to pick up my textbooks. Me and A2 counted, and I'll have three textbooks, and she'll have four. Haha, that sucker is taking Spanish. I got out of that, thank God.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
the sky is falling down
Listening to: Colder by Travis
Blech. These past two days have been beyond boring. My friends should not have joined sports teams, because they leave me for two-a-days, while I sit and contemplate burning the Once and Future King. (My fantasy includes all my friend's copies, a bonfire, and primitive dancing.) Honestly, we should be burning that instead of Harry Potter. It's so much more dangerous. Has anyone ever felt the urge to stick sharp objects in their eyes while reading HP? I didn't think so.
I'm not entirely sure when school starts, which is not a good thing. I thought it was in a week, but apparently it's in two? I don't know. We have a freshman orientation next week, followed by a barbeque, followed by a football game, where we watch them get creamed. Again. (Last season's record was 0-10. We are quite pathetic.) Um, I don't love my school that much. I might just end up ditching after the barbeque if it's too hot or rainy or something. I'm not going to suffer for B Wood.
Also planned for school spirit activities: a pool party planned by the upperclassmen. Also not looking forward to this too much. I'm not going swimming, and I'll probably end up moving the party (at least my friends) over to my house, away from all that. I'm not one of those weird, antisocial outcasts (God, J is the class president), it's just that me and my friends have our own thing. Which does not include awkward pool parties.
Blech. These past two days have been beyond boring. My friends should not have joined sports teams, because they leave me for two-a-days, while I sit and contemplate burning the Once and Future King. (My fantasy includes all my friend's copies, a bonfire, and primitive dancing.) Honestly, we should be burning that instead of Harry Potter. It's so much more dangerous. Has anyone ever felt the urge to stick sharp objects in their eyes while reading HP? I didn't think so.
I'm not entirely sure when school starts, which is not a good thing. I thought it was in a week, but apparently it's in two? I don't know. We have a freshman orientation next week, followed by a barbeque, followed by a football game, where we watch them get creamed. Again. (Last season's record was 0-10. We are quite pathetic.) Um, I don't love my school that much. I might just end up ditching after the barbeque if it's too hot or rainy or something. I'm not going to suffer for B Wood.
Also planned for school spirit activities: a pool party planned by the upperclassmen. Also not looking forward to this too much. I'm not going swimming, and I'll probably end up moving the party (at least my friends) over to my house, away from all that. I'm not one of those weird, antisocial outcasts (God, J is the class president), it's just that me and my friends have our own thing. Which does not include awkward pool parties.
Monday, August 13, 2007
Sunday, August 12, 2007
cinderella, cinderella, she's my very kind of fella
Listening to: Cuntry Boys and City Girls by the Fratellis
Today was E's birthday. I had to go to Border's beforehand to get his present (Casino Royale, the James Bond movie), then my dad drove me over. The party was a ton of fun. E's mom was taking a few pictures with his camera, then I got it and took literally about 200 pictures. I told people that this was what I would be like when I had my own camera: Any time we went out, their every move would be documented. Doesn't that sound fun?!
In other news, all my friends are a bunch of superstitious wusses. A was telling us about something his friends at camp did, where you say "bloody mary" three times into a dark mirror, and a woman's face would appear. If you didn't turn on the lights, she would reach out through the mirror and grab you.
Right.
I said I would do it, and recruited S to do it with me. S and I stood in the bathroom with everyone else standing by the door, ready to flick on the lights if the woman reached out towards us. "Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, BLOODY MARY!" Nothing happened.
"In...your...face!" I cried, triumphant. A walked away, grumbling.
Later, A, E, and another friend A2 (her name also starts with A, so I guess I have to differentiate) shuffled into the same bathroom. Someone turned the lights off and A2 locked the door. We were all quiet for a second, until I screamed, "BLOODY MARY, BLOODY MARY, BLOODY MARY!" All of them screamed like little girls and fell all over themselves trying to unlock the door in the dark. On the way out, A told me that I was no longer a "decent person".
All in all, a good party.
Today was E's birthday. I had to go to Border's beforehand to get his present (Casino Royale, the James Bond movie), then my dad drove me over. The party was a ton of fun. E's mom was taking a few pictures with his camera, then I got it and took literally about 200 pictures. I told people that this was what I would be like when I had my own camera: Any time we went out, their every move would be documented. Doesn't that sound fun?!
In other news, all my friends are a bunch of superstitious wusses. A was telling us about something his friends at camp did, where you say "bloody mary" three times into a dark mirror, and a woman's face would appear. If you didn't turn on the lights, she would reach out through the mirror and grab you.
Right.
I said I would do it, and recruited S to do it with me. S and I stood in the bathroom with everyone else standing by the door, ready to flick on the lights if the woman reached out towards us. "Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, BLOODY MARY!" Nothing happened.
"In...your...face!" I cried, triumphant. A walked away, grumbling.
Later, A, E, and another friend A2 (her name also starts with A, so I guess I have to differentiate) shuffled into the same bathroom. Someone turned the lights off and A2 locked the door. We were all quiet for a second, until I screamed, "BLOODY MARY, BLOODY MARY, BLOODY MARY!" All of them screamed like little girls and fell all over themselves trying to unlock the door in the dark. On the way out, A told me that I was no longer a "decent person".
All in all, a good party.
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