I don't think I've ever had a worse first day of school.
Which is probably me overreacting, but I overreact to most things so even if it WAS that it still sucked.
1.) THEY ASSIGNED ME TO A NEW GUIDANCE COUNSELOR. Now I know what you're thinking. "Melanie, it's just a guidance counselor. You'll just meet this new lady and have HER fix your schedule and BLAH BLAH BLAH".
I hate when people do that! The whole "look on the bright side!" thing. I'm sorry, but when I am in a bad mood I want to SIT IN IT. I WANT TO BATHE IN THE LOATHING. DON'T TRY TO MAKE ME FEEL BETTER BY MAKING AN OBSCURE REFERENCE TO A FUN EVENT COMING UP IN SIX MONTHS, BECAUSE NOW I'M JUST GONNA BITE YOUR HEAD OFF.
Anyways, having a new guidance counselor at the beginning of senior year is NOT no big deal. My guidance counselor for the past three years was awesome! Despite the fact that I probably had the shittiest grades of his students, he still thought I was a good person just trying to get back on track. AND HE WAS SUPPOSED TO DO ALL OF MY COLLEGE SHIT AND WRITE ME A REALLY NICE RECOMMENDATION SAYING THAT WHAT MELANIE LACKS IN ACADEMIC SUCCESS SHE MAKES UP FOR IN PASSION FOR WHAT SHE DOES IN HER COMMUNITY. OR SOMETHING. Now this dumb bitch is just gonna be like "OH WELL I GUESS SHE'S NICE EVEN THOUGH SHE SHOULDN'T EVEN BE MY STUDENT".
Wouldn't it suck if it turned out that she's actually really awesome?
Also, this is me going under the assumption that my old counselor actually still WORKS at East. If not, then I'll REALLY douchey. Whatever.
Which also makes me feel kind of guilty about the fact that I was a huge bitch the minute I stepped foot into my house when I got home. Oooops.
2.) I DON'T WANT TO TAKE CALCULUS.
I just DON'T, okay?
3.) MY ENGLISH CLASS IS FULL OF PEOPLE WHO MAKE ME FEEL LIKE THE TOKEN ASIAN GIRL ON ALL DISNEY CHANNEL SHOWS THAT THEY MAKE DITZY TO COUNTERACT ANY STEREOTYPES GIVEN TO ASIAN PEOPLE.
Okay, I'm sorry that I didn't get a 3000 on my SATs, or become a part of cum laude during eight grade, or even bother to read either of the classics assigned to summer reading. But at least I don't get shitfaced drunk on the weekend, post picture of it happening on facebook, and then act like some kind of model of perfection when I walk in on Monday.
Also I'M PRETTY GOOD AT ENGLISH WITHOUT MUCH EFFORT. Maybe I'll actually TRY this year. HOW DOES THAT SOUND?? HOW DO YOU LIKE MY DICK NOW??
4.) I have a feeling that this year is the beginning of a verrrry long coffee addiction. Because I don't think I can make it through sixth period Calculus (...or sixth period ANYTHING) without a little caffeine boost.
On the bright side, the fact that I'm only taking three non-music-related courses (gym excluded) means that I actually FINISHED homework before 10! Now I just have to go read the entire spark notes on Don Quixote before tomorrow. Wish me luck!
A Haiku to the First Day of Senior Year:
Last first day EVER
Guidance, PLEEASE put me in Stat
They're doing bar graphs.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
new school year, new people, new projects.
I should know by now that most of the blog posts I write past the hour of midnight are usually ill advised. But if I don't get this one out tonight I'll probably be tossing and turning, and then oversleep so it never happens. So I guess it's time for another round of "LET'S ORGANIZE MELANIE'S JUMBLED UP THOUGHTS".
MMkay sooo this summer I started playing songs at Open Mic Night at Coffee Works in Voorhees. It was probably the first time I went up in front of an audience out of my own "free will". And I loved it.
I think there is a part of me that feeds off of the response from such a laid back audience. Plus, I have to say, I have an amazing group of friends who will take time out of reorganizing their stamp collections to watch me pretend that I can play the guitar and sing a song that I didn't even write. It's easy to let the little things like a misplaced finger (THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID) slide when there are so many people around you who already think that it was brave to get up and go in the first place. I have certainly gotten over the idea that maybe I won't remember every single chord perfectly, or that I might forget a lyric. Or two. Or...OKAY OFF TOPIC. The point is. . .
Well I can't really find a point right now. It's already the AM!
There is a big picture going on, though. So let's move on.
Belles of East had it's first rehearsal, and for the most part it was pretty great. At least as great as it can get with a group of teenage girls with raisin-sized attention spans. Everyone had fun, and by 9:30 most of the girls had left with the exception of two girls who are my age, and one of our new sophomore members. So we hung out in the basement and had some heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-hearts. And guess what I found out.
Out of three seniors and one sophomore, guess who is clearly the most sheltered.
That's right. Never been drunk...err.."buzzed", never smoked pot (or done any other drugs for that matter), and never even TOUCHED a cigarette let alone lit one up.
Not to say that the list was fully completed by any of them.
But still...
Someone said something that had never even crossed my mind until she said it. She said that most of the city kids she is friends with "grew up" (relative term) a lot faster than Cherry Hill kids.
Which makes SO MUCH SENSE to me. I mean it's kind of like a "DUHH" moment. I mean...Cherry Hill may not be Celebration, Florida. But it's definitely not a shady place to raise kids.
AAANYWAYS. . .Back to the BIG PICTURE.
I have been trying to write a song.
Not kidding, I've been trying for two years and I'm terrible at it! I can't think of ANYTHING ORIGINAL. I official have no creative thoughts in my head. At all.
So maybe I'm too sheltered to write a song. Maybe I live in a world where I have the means to think too much. Because clearly this over-thinking thing isn't helping me out. Anything that comes out of my brain is a ridiculous mash up of lyrics that were already written and inspirational quotes I found on Hallmark cards.
Hence this "new project".
I've decided that I am going to run away, live in the city, and become part of a crowd that drinks, smokes, and parties allll the live longg day!
Just kidding.
The REAL project was inspired by Julie and Julia. I'm giving myself until the end of my senior year of high school to come up with a song that I would be proud to share at open mic night.
The idea is to keep track of all the things that I may one day want to sing about. Or not. But I figure that dumping some of the overflow in my brain on this blog MUST help in SOME way or other. You know, I once wrote a very catchy tune for my sister's beta fish when I was just sitting around, thinking about NOTHING. So anything goes. Feelings, complaints, mental breakdowns, insecurities, ideas for songs, failed lyrics. Anything. Maybe by the end of this journey I'll have something worthwhile.
And I know I have THE WORST track record with blogging. But you know, it's kind of a win-win situation. Because if I keep it up, then HOORAY. PROBLEMS SOLVED. But if I give up then there is a PUBLIC REMINDER ALL OVER THE INTERNET of my failed attempts, clearly the perfect reason to TRY AGAIN.
Which is what I will tell myself over and over again.
"If I had a fish
and I had a wish,
I'd wish for a fish comPAAAnion"
-Proof that maybe there is SOMETHING creative going on in this brain.
MMkay sooo this summer I started playing songs at Open Mic Night at Coffee Works in Voorhees. It was probably the first time I went up in front of an audience out of my own "free will". And I loved it.
I think there is a part of me that feeds off of the response from such a laid back audience. Plus, I have to say, I have an amazing group of friends who will take time out of reorganizing their stamp collections to watch me pretend that I can play the guitar and sing a song that I didn't even write. It's easy to let the little things like a misplaced finger (THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID) slide when there are so many people around you who already think that it was brave to get up and go in the first place. I have certainly gotten over the idea that maybe I won't remember every single chord perfectly, or that I might forget a lyric. Or two. Or...OKAY OFF TOPIC. The point is. . .
Well I can't really find a point right now. It's already the AM!
There is a big picture going on, though. So let's move on.
Belles of East had it's first rehearsal, and for the most part it was pretty great. At least as great as it can get with a group of teenage girls with raisin-sized attention spans. Everyone had fun, and by 9:30 most of the girls had left with the exception of two girls who are my age, and one of our new sophomore members. So we hung out in the basement and had some heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-hearts. And guess what I found out.
Out of three seniors and one sophomore, guess who is clearly the most sheltered.
That's right. Never been drunk...err.."buzzed", never smoked pot (or done any other drugs for that matter), and never even TOUCHED a cigarette let alone lit one up.
Not to say that the list was fully completed by any of them.
But still...
Someone said something that had never even crossed my mind until she said it. She said that most of the city kids she is friends with "grew up" (relative term) a lot faster than Cherry Hill kids.
Which makes SO MUCH SENSE to me. I mean it's kind of like a "DUHH" moment. I mean...Cherry Hill may not be Celebration, Florida. But it's definitely not a shady place to raise kids.
AAANYWAYS. . .Back to the BIG PICTURE.
I have been trying to write a song.
Not kidding, I've been trying for two years and I'm terrible at it! I can't think of ANYTHING ORIGINAL. I official have no creative thoughts in my head. At all.
So maybe I'm too sheltered to write a song. Maybe I live in a world where I have the means to think too much. Because clearly this over-thinking thing isn't helping me out. Anything that comes out of my brain is a ridiculous mash up of lyrics that were already written and inspirational quotes I found on Hallmark cards.
Hence this "new project".
I've decided that I am going to run away, live in the city, and become part of a crowd that drinks, smokes, and parties allll the live longg day!
Just kidding.
The REAL project was inspired by Julie and Julia. I'm giving myself until the end of my senior year of high school to come up with a song that I would be proud to share at open mic night.
The idea is to keep track of all the things that I may one day want to sing about. Or not. But I figure that dumping some of the overflow in my brain on this blog MUST help in SOME way or other. You know, I once wrote a very catchy tune for my sister's beta fish when I was just sitting around, thinking about NOTHING. So anything goes. Feelings, complaints, mental breakdowns, insecurities, ideas for songs, failed lyrics. Anything. Maybe by the end of this journey I'll have something worthwhile.
And I know I have THE WORST track record with blogging. But you know, it's kind of a win-win situation. Because if I keep it up, then HOORAY. PROBLEMS SOLVED. But if I give up then there is a PUBLIC REMINDER ALL OVER THE INTERNET of my failed attempts, clearly the perfect reason to TRY AGAIN.
Which is what I will tell myself over and over again.
"If I had a fish
and I had a wish,
I'd wish for a fish comPAAAnion"
-Proof that maybe there is SOMETHING creative going on in this brain.
Friday, August 14, 2009
Update
Okay so I may have overreacted a little (a lot) in that last post. Whatever. I'M AN EMOTIONAL TEENAGER. Probably under the influence of PMS.
Anyways. Some highlights:
-GOT MY DRIVERS LICENSE BITCHH. And turned seventeen. Not in that order. And they definitely didn't happen on the same day. Which, if you ask me, WAS A BIG MISTAKE. BECAUSE I WAS READY THAT DAY. And it's totally not my fault that the guy had such HUGE FEET that he couldn't reach the break, or that our back-up car had EXPIRED REGISTRATION. Of course THEN I had to go ALL THE WAY TO SALEM just to FAIL THE TEST. Whatever. I DON'T CARE.
-MADE BELLES OFFICER. OMG I can't even believe how epic that is about to become.
-Got a job? It's at the Music and Arts center and so far I've gone in two days for training, and my next training session is the 22nd for a "dress rehearsal" of rental season. DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON HOW WEIRD THAT IS.
-Went to the shore and the movies and peoples houses etc. a ZILLION times and OMG I can't believe I wrote that last post because my social life is FINE and always have been and clearly I just don't appreciate what I have in this world.
-Still haven't been able to clear my writing of "and-itis" as my first grade teacher called it. My b.
-BAND CAMP STARTS IN FIVE DAYS. Wow.
-I'm actually just using this entry as an excuse to not start writing college essays. Those would probably be a better use of the time I have between now and my much needed shower.
-Did you know it's bad luck if you shower right after you exercise? Or something like that? That's why I'm typing this entry while sitting in my own stanky gym clothes instead of washing off all of my FILTH.
. . .Did you smell that? UGH THAT'S ME.
SHOWER IN
MELANIE OUT
Anyways. Some highlights:
-GOT MY DRIVERS LICENSE BITCHH. And turned seventeen. Not in that order. And they definitely didn't happen on the same day. Which, if you ask me, WAS A BIG MISTAKE. BECAUSE I WAS READY THAT DAY. And it's totally not my fault that the guy had such HUGE FEET that he couldn't reach the break, or that our back-up car had EXPIRED REGISTRATION. Of course THEN I had to go ALL THE WAY TO SALEM just to FAIL THE TEST. Whatever. I DON'T CARE.
-MADE BELLES OFFICER. OMG I can't even believe how epic that is about to become.
-Got a job? It's at the Music and Arts center and so far I've gone in two days for training, and my next training session is the 22nd for a "dress rehearsal" of rental season. DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON HOW WEIRD THAT IS.
-Went to the shore and the movies and peoples houses etc. a ZILLION times and OMG I can't believe I wrote that last post because my social life is FINE and always have been and clearly I just don't appreciate what I have in this world.
-Still haven't been able to clear my writing of "and-itis" as my first grade teacher called it. My b.
-BAND CAMP STARTS IN FIVE DAYS. Wow.
-I'm actually just using this entry as an excuse to not start writing college essays. Those would probably be a better use of the time I have between now and my much needed shower.
-Did you know it's bad luck if you shower right after you exercise? Or something like that? That's why I'm typing this entry while sitting in my own stanky gym clothes instead of washing off all of my FILTH.
. . .Did you smell that? UGH THAT'S ME.
SHOWER IN
MELANIE OUT
Friday, July 10, 2009
off my chest
Let me just...try to organize my thoughts for a moment.
Every summer I hit a low point where I start feeling really bad about myself, overall...as a person.
(...as opposed to what? An alligator?)
I don't know how far back it goes, but I've always felt some kind of annual shift in my self esteem definitely since the beginning of middle school.
Sometimes I feel like an isolated being...kind of a floater. I don't like to fit myself into one group of people and there isn't anything wrong with that.
Not really.
I mean...obviously I am allowed to be friends with anyone I want to. I don't live in some mixed up Disney movie where a newcomer breaks the status quo. I am not a newcomer...and I'm not even sure what the status quo here is.
But sometimes I feel like I'm being left out of some kind of group experience, simply because I have never been a concrete part of the group. This wasn't as big of an issue when my summers were filled with marathons of my favorite cartoons. There was a lack of communication between me and my friends simply because we didn't have the means to lazily bring up hanging out. There was no texting, no twitter, and no facebook. So even if there was something going on, I definitely had no clue. Now that it's all at my fingertips, I still don't communicate with my friends over the summer...but I see them communicating amongst one another.
Maybe communication isn't a good enough word...maybe...
I don't know.
Instead of tweeting about how I'm going down the shore with my BFF, I'm desperately bringing up ideas to hang out. But no one heard them, because they are all already hanging out. So instead I'm watching Say Yes to the Dress on demand with my sister. Again. Not that I dislike hanging out with my sister! I grabbed every chance I got to hang out with Melissa when I was thirteen!
But I'm seventeen.
I just can't figure out the problem.
Am I unlikeable?
Throughout the school year I'm always being told that I'm funny, or that I have a big personality. But when it comes down to the truth, I'm somehow not the right kind of funny, or the right kind of personality to be dealt with outside of school.
Maybe I'm too much personality to handle. Too much to not get sick of when taken out of the classroom.
...
Well then.
Every summer I hit a low point where I start feeling really bad about myself, overall...as a person.
(...as opposed to what? An alligator?)
I don't know how far back it goes, but I've always felt some kind of annual shift in my self esteem definitely since the beginning of middle school.
Sometimes I feel like an isolated being...kind of a floater. I don't like to fit myself into one group of people and there isn't anything wrong with that.
Not really.
I mean...obviously I am allowed to be friends with anyone I want to. I don't live in some mixed up Disney movie where a newcomer breaks the status quo. I am not a newcomer...and I'm not even sure what the status quo here is.
But sometimes I feel like I'm being left out of some kind of group experience, simply because I have never been a concrete part of the group. This wasn't as big of an issue when my summers were filled with marathons of my favorite cartoons. There was a lack of communication between me and my friends simply because we didn't have the means to lazily bring up hanging out. There was no texting, no twitter, and no facebook. So even if there was something going on, I definitely had no clue. Now that it's all at my fingertips, I still don't communicate with my friends over the summer...but I see them communicating amongst one another.
Maybe communication isn't a good enough word...maybe...
I don't know.
Instead of tweeting about how I'm going down the shore with my BFF, I'm desperately bringing up ideas to hang out. But no one heard them, because they are all already hanging out. So instead I'm watching Say Yes to the Dress on demand with my sister. Again. Not that I dislike hanging out with my sister! I grabbed every chance I got to hang out with Melissa when I was thirteen!
But I'm seventeen.
I just can't figure out the problem.
Am I unlikeable?
Throughout the school year I'm always being told that I'm funny, or that I have a big personality. But when it comes down to the truth, I'm somehow not the right kind of funny, or the right kind of personality to be dealt with outside of school.
Maybe I'm too much personality to handle. Too much to not get sick of when taken out of the classroom.
...
Well then.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
a blobug
So I'm (FINALLY) writing in this for a number of reasons:
-I don't know if she even realized this, but I told my sister that if she wrote an entry in her blog, I would write an entry in MY blog. ...actually, what I said word for word was
"if i write a blobug..
will you write a bloobaloog?"
Copied straight from facebook!
...oh wait. I was supposed to write FIRST. WHOOPS.
-I have an English test that I don't want to study for....
woohooo!
-I'm trying to make it sound like I'm doing something really school-y so my mommy doesn't interrupt me to ask for my report card. Which sucked, by the way.
Well...I guess there's our first point of discussion. REPORT CARDS. OHHH HOW I HATE THEM. The worst part of report card day has to be the people around me that DON'T SUCK AT LIFE. Yup. I'd also like to think that there is something wrong with the system that teachers enter the grade into, because I have one really shitty grade which I'm having a little trouble with believing. Yeah, LETS MOVE ON.
Ummm...my seventeenth birthday is in EXACTLY ONE MONTH. Four weeks from this day EXACTLY. In four weeks, I will be sitting in this chair and hopefully bragging about a brand new DRIVERS LICENSE. Or at least with some kind of story about how I can't park less than two feet away from a curb. I blame my mother.
It's really weird, being this close to something I've considered as "freedom" for at least five years. When my sister was driving around with a permit, I still remember thinking "wow, when I get MY license I'm going to do this and that and blaaahh blaaah". This and that was usually food related. But now I actually WILL get to do "this and that" without worrying about who is driving me where, or if I'm asking too much from my parents. Then again...a car is kind of a lot to ask from them, too. Whoops.
Wow I'm going to be seventeen. Is it okay for me to still feel like I'm still twelve? My mom keeps pushing for me to tell her what schools I want to apply to, and I keep thinking "I've got time". But I don't. I have less than a year...
...DAAANG.
I'm really afraid that I'm not going to college.
The worst part about school, for me, is having the willpower to do anything. Sometimes I'll skip a class because I couldn't bring myself to do the homework for another class the night before. Even worse, sometimes I'll skip class just because I can. When I do go to class, I find myself constantly unable to pay attention to the lesson. I'm falling asleep, or my mind is somewhere else, or I've just decided that for the next 45 minutes I don't really give a crap what's going on. I blame bad test grades on "test anxiety", but the truth is that the night before I watched clip after clip on youtube telling myself that "I'll study after I finish this one". I care. I want to have good grades, and I want to be able to do all of my work...but I can't. For some reason I can't tell myself "Yeah, it sucks, but you HAVE TO DO IT" like everyone else can. What's wrong with me?
...On a lighter note, I'M GOING TO PRINCETON TOMORROW. Well..Westminster, to be exact. Some kind of conducting class...I'm not really sure. The fun part is LATER, when I get to spend the rest of the weekend with the big sissy! Something tells me I'm gonna have to bring pants with an elasticized waist band....
Yeah, I'm gonna peace and pretend to get started on this 40 minute english writing prompt. Right after this delicious milano cookie break!
Yum yum yum :]
-I don't know if she even realized this, but I told my sister that if she wrote an entry in her blog, I would write an entry in MY blog. ...actually, what I said word for word was
"if i write a blobug..
will you write a bloobaloog?"
Copied straight from facebook!
...oh wait. I was supposed to write FIRST. WHOOPS.
-I have an English test that I don't want to study for....
woohooo!
-I'm trying to make it sound like I'm doing something really school-y so my mommy doesn't interrupt me to ask for my report card. Which sucked, by the way.
Well...I guess there's our first point of discussion. REPORT CARDS. OHHH HOW I HATE THEM. The worst part of report card day has to be the people around me that DON'T SUCK AT LIFE. Yup. I'd also like to think that there is something wrong with the system that teachers enter the grade into, because I have one really shitty grade which I'm having a little trouble with believing. Yeah, LETS MOVE ON.
Ummm...my seventeenth birthday is in EXACTLY ONE MONTH. Four weeks from this day EXACTLY. In four weeks, I will be sitting in this chair and hopefully bragging about a brand new DRIVERS LICENSE. Or at least with some kind of story about how I can't park less than two feet away from a curb. I blame my mother.
It's really weird, being this close to something I've considered as "freedom" for at least five years. When my sister was driving around with a permit, I still remember thinking "wow, when I get MY license I'm going to do this and that and blaaahh blaaah". This and that was usually food related. But now I actually WILL get to do "this and that" without worrying about who is driving me where, or if I'm asking too much from my parents. Then again...a car is kind of a lot to ask from them, too. Whoops.
Wow I'm going to be seventeen. Is it okay for me to still feel like I'm still twelve? My mom keeps pushing for me to tell her what schools I want to apply to, and I keep thinking "I've got time". But I don't. I have less than a year...
...DAAANG.
I'm really afraid that I'm not going to college.
The worst part about school, for me, is having the willpower to do anything. Sometimes I'll skip a class because I couldn't bring myself to do the homework for another class the night before. Even worse, sometimes I'll skip class just because I can. When I do go to class, I find myself constantly unable to pay attention to the lesson. I'm falling asleep, or my mind is somewhere else, or I've just decided that for the next 45 minutes I don't really give a crap what's going on. I blame bad test grades on "test anxiety", but the truth is that the night before I watched clip after clip on youtube telling myself that "I'll study after I finish this one". I care. I want to have good grades, and I want to be able to do all of my work...but I can't. For some reason I can't tell myself "Yeah, it sucks, but you HAVE TO DO IT" like everyone else can. What's wrong with me?
...On a lighter note, I'M GOING TO PRINCETON TOMORROW. Well..Westminster, to be exact. Some kind of conducting class...I'm not really sure. The fun part is LATER, when I get to spend the rest of the weekend with the big sissy! Something tells me I'm gonna have to bring pants with an elasticized waist band....
Yeah, I'm gonna peace and pretend to get started on this 40 minute english writing prompt. Right after this delicious milano cookie break!
Yum yum yum :]
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
"the wild child": coming to a gatehouse lane near you
So I'm not exactly sure how these things happen to me...but it's becoming clearer and clearer that out of my parent's two daughters, the prize for "most out of control" goes to yours truly.
I mean...Melissa has gotten into her fair share of trouble, but the past few weeks have been a little ridiculous.
Let's make a list:
1.) Last month, a few of my friends decided we would meet up at the Diane's (local water ice place that is SUPERIOR TO FUCKING RITA'S) for water ice before everyone went back to school (or stayed..). That's all good, because Hey! What trouble could I POSSIBLY get into with a bunch of my WHOLESOME BAND FRIENDS. Soes I figure...if I already have a ride home, I might as well hang out at a friend's house once the water ice place closes. So I do. But I don't call.
You know what parents like? When they know where you are. I tend to forget that.
Anyhoo..I get about 295,653 phone calls from my mother DEMANDING to know where I am. So I tell her. Thirty minutes later I'm home, she's pacing around the kitchen screaming at me because SHE DIDN'T KNOW WHERE I WAS. BUT I JUST TOLD HER.
So there goes strike #1.
2.) It's the first football game of the season (which we lost. No surprise). Just out of tradition, generally the whole band goes to the Diner afterwards to eat french fries, make fun of the football team, disturb the peace. The usual. And my mother knows this. She apparently doesn't realize that if I get to the diner at 10, and it's packed: chances are, I'm not going to be home until like...11:30. WHICH I BEAT BY FIVE MINUTES. Also, isn't there supposed to be some kind of unwritten half hour rule? Like...when I say "ummm...I'll be home around 11?" what I really mean is 11:30. Did I just make that up? UGH.
Long story short: strike #2. And I'm not allowed to be driven home from the diner by anyone but my mother.
3.) I have detention tomorrow for cutting gym. I'M AN IDIOT. Aaaand strike #3. I'm officially the worst child in the history of children.
BUT THAT'S NOT ALL
4.) Tonight, after having rehearsal from 6-8 for the holiday a capella quartet I'm in, me and two of the girls in the group decide "You know what? It's early, I've got no homework (liar), LET'S GO TO STARBUCKS FOR SOME GOOD 'OL CAFFEINE!". Um...yeah, that's all good. But since we've officially established the half an hour rule to be null and void, when I told my mom 9 o' clock, coming in at 9:33 was probably not the best idea. Whoops.
Oh yeah, and she found a ziplock bag that held Katie's peanut butter sandwich (which I ate) in my book bag which led her to believe that I have been eating cookies. Which sounds more and more ridiculous every time I think it.
In other words:
Trust=EPIC FAIL.
*****
I will admit that despite my mother's tirade tonight, it was pretty funny to watch the Asian super-nerds playing poker at a nearby table. And by funny to watch, I mean funny to stare at each other with amused faces while we listened to the ASNs screamed how they were going to p4wn each other. Date nights must pale in comparison to Starbucks Poker Tuesdays.
I mean...Melissa has gotten into her fair share of trouble, but the past few weeks have been a little ridiculous.
Let's make a list:
1.) Last month, a few of my friends decided we would meet up at the Diane's (local water ice place that is SUPERIOR TO FUCKING RITA'S) for water ice before everyone went back to school (or stayed..). That's all good, because Hey! What trouble could I POSSIBLY get into with a bunch of my WHOLESOME BAND FRIENDS. Soes I figure...if I already have a ride home, I might as well hang out at a friend's house once the water ice place closes. So I do. But I don't call.
You know what parents like? When they know where you are. I tend to forget that.
Anyhoo..I get about 295,653 phone calls from my mother DEMANDING to know where I am. So I tell her. Thirty minutes later I'm home, she's pacing around the kitchen screaming at me because SHE DIDN'T KNOW WHERE I WAS. BUT I JUST TOLD HER.
So there goes strike #1.
2.) It's the first football game of the season (which we lost. No surprise). Just out of tradition, generally the whole band goes to the Diner afterwards to eat french fries, make fun of the football team, disturb the peace. The usual. And my mother knows this. She apparently doesn't realize that if I get to the diner at 10, and it's packed: chances are, I'm not going to be home until like...11:30. WHICH I BEAT BY FIVE MINUTES. Also, isn't there supposed to be some kind of unwritten half hour rule? Like...when I say "ummm...I'll be home around 11?" what I really mean is 11:30. Did I just make that up? UGH.
Long story short: strike #2. And I'm not allowed to be driven home from the diner by anyone but my mother.
3.) I have detention tomorrow for cutting gym. I'M AN IDIOT. Aaaand strike #3. I'm officially the worst child in the history of children.
BUT THAT'S NOT ALL
4.) Tonight, after having rehearsal from 6-8 for the holiday a capella quartet I'm in, me and two of the girls in the group decide "You know what? It's early, I've got no homework (liar), LET'S GO TO STARBUCKS FOR SOME GOOD 'OL CAFFEINE!". Um...yeah, that's all good. But since we've officially established the half an hour rule to be null and void, when I told my mom 9 o' clock, coming in at 9:33 was probably not the best idea. Whoops.
Oh yeah, and she found a ziplock bag that held Katie's peanut butter sandwich (which I ate) in my book bag which led her to believe that I have been eating cookies. Which sounds more and more ridiculous every time I think it.
In other words:
Trust=EPIC FAIL.
*****
I will admit that despite my mother's tirade tonight, it was pretty funny to watch the Asian super-nerds playing poker at a nearby table. And by funny to watch, I mean funny to stare at each other with amused faces while we listened to the ASNs screamed how they were going to p4wn each other. Date nights must pale in comparison to Starbucks Poker Tuesdays.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
well...this is awkward
So uh...
It's been a while, hasn't it? It's a good thing no one reads this blog on a regular basis...because if they did I would be wondering what exactly they were reading...and where they found it.
Actually, the only reason I'm writing this entry right now is because I feel guilty that I promised Sarah that I would during our work out at the gym. It's a good thing she did, though, because in the midst of almost not writing this entry I decided a few things.
...
Okay, it's actually getting kind of late and my mind and vision are getting all fuzzy and I can't even remember what the few things I decided were. Except for that if I didn't write this entry, it would set a bad mood for the upcoming school year. I figure it's probably not a good idea to blow off one of my most important years of high school just because I'm toooo laaazy to write an essay.
Or in this case a blog entry
***
I wanted to write a little vignette about how me and Sarah function as best friends...but as the minute hand slowly makes its way around the clock, I get sleepier and less funny. Sad :(. So instead I thought I would just give you an idea of how we like to spend our summer nights:
try it in HEELS=Melanoogz
you smeII x0=Sarah/Static Shock/Sparky/Whateveryouplease
you smeII x0: LOLOLOL
you smeII x0: his glasses!
try it in HEELS: I KNOWWW
you smeII x0: awwwwwww<3
try it in HEELS: lol i love that he's just like...hovering
you smeII x0: LOL
you smeII x0: awww
you smeII x0: FLOWERS
you smeII x0: CHOCOLATE
try it in HEELS: DOESNT HE MAKE GEEKY LOOK SO HOT?!?!
you smeII x0: YES
try it in HEELS: HE'S A HOTTIE
you smeII x0: HE KISSED
you smeII x0: TRYING
you smeII x0: OMGOSH
you smeII x0: <3
try it in HEELS: he's so sweeet!
try it in HEELS: AND HOT
you smeII x0: HOT
you smeII x0: CUTE
you smeII x0: SEXY
you smeII x0: FDSJA
you smeII x0: OMFG
you smeII x0: SO HOT
you smeII x0: SO HOT
try it in HEELS: SURRIIOUSLYYY
you smeII x0: SHOOT SON
try it in HEELS: JFIOEAJOEFJWO;E
try it in HEELS: SEXUALITYYYY
you smeII x0: OIOWAE
you smeII x0: OKS
try it in HEELS: KFOAKWEOPFKAPW
you smeII x0: WHY IS HE SO HOT IN THE END?
try it in HEELS: I DONT KNOW
try it in HEELS: BUT HE'S SO HOTTT
you smeII x0: swoooonnnnnn
Yeah. We're at that phase. Don't expect an explanation.
(because we don't have one)
***
So um...no real update right now. Hopefully this will keep up for once. No promises (...no demaaands! Luuuuhve is a baaaattlefiiiiied!) though. I don't know if you've noticed, but I don't have a very good track record with blogging. Heh..heh..
OH band camp started (...and practically ended, considering tomorrow is the last day). Just to sum it up:
Yep. That great.
Alright, I need a SHOWER. And some sleepies.
PAYCE.
It's been a while, hasn't it? It's a good thing no one reads this blog on a regular basis...because if they did I would be wondering what exactly they were reading...and where they found it.
Actually, the only reason I'm writing this entry right now is because I feel guilty that I promised Sarah that I would during our work out at the gym. It's a good thing she did, though, because in the midst of almost not writing this entry I decided a few things.
...
Okay, it's actually getting kind of late and my mind and vision are getting all fuzzy and I can't even remember what the few things I decided were. Except for that if I didn't write this entry, it would set a bad mood for the upcoming school year. I figure it's probably not a good idea to blow off one of my most important years of high school just because I'm toooo laaazy to write an essay.
Or in this case a blog entry
***
I wanted to write a little vignette about how me and Sarah function as best friends...but as the minute hand slowly makes its way around the clock, I get sleepier and less funny. Sad :(. So instead I thought I would just give you an idea of how we like to spend our summer nights:
try it in HEELS=Melanoogz
you smeII x0=Sarah/Static Shock/Sparky/Whateveryouplease
you smeII x0: LOLOLOL
you smeII x0: his glasses!
try it in HEELS: I KNOWWW
you smeII x0: awwwwwww<3
try it in HEELS: lol i love that he's just like...hovering
you smeII x0: LOL
you smeII x0: awww
you smeII x0: FLOWERS
you smeII x0: CHOCOLATE
try it in HEELS: DOESNT HE MAKE GEEKY LOOK SO HOT?!?!
you smeII x0: YES
try it in HEELS: HE'S A HOTTIE
you smeII x0: HE KISSED
you smeII x0: TRYING
you smeII x0: OMGOSH
you smeII x0: <3
try it in HEELS: he's so sweeet!
try it in HEELS: AND HOT
you smeII x0: HOT
you smeII x0: CUTE
you smeII x0: SEXY
you smeII x0: FDSJA
you smeII x0: OMFG
you smeII x0: SO HOT
you smeII x0: SO HOT
try it in HEELS: SURRIIOUSLYYY
you smeII x0: SHOOT SON
try it in HEELS: JFIOEAJOEFJWO;E
try it in HEELS: SEXUALITYYYY
you smeII x0: OIOWAE
you smeII x0: OKS
try it in HEELS: KFOAKWEOPFKAPW
you smeII x0: WHY IS HE SO HOT IN THE END?
try it in HEELS: I DONT KNOW
try it in HEELS: BUT HE'S SO HOTTT
you smeII x0: swoooonnnnnn
Yeah. We're at that phase. Don't expect an explanation.
(because we don't have one)
***
So um...no real update right now. Hopefully this will keep up for once. No promises (...no demaaands! Luuuuhve is a baaaattlefiiiiied!) though. I don't know if you've noticed, but I don't have a very good track record with blogging. Heh..heh..
OH band camp started (...and practically ended, considering tomorrow is the last day). Just to sum it up:
Yep. That great.
Alright, I need a SHOWER. And some sleepies.
PAYCE.
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