They fell in love, didn't they?
Tuesdays are the worst. Actually they aren't. Thursday's are. Thursday I have four classes, starting at 8 and ending at 4:45. Wednesdays are the best. For sure. Only two classes. Tuesdays are just kind of boring. Psychology isn't too bad though. Just as I expected, it's pretty interesting. There's like 200 people in my class, so discussion doesn't really happen. But that's okay. I get enough "class participation" in French.
I just read some random guy's blog - it was pretty interesting. He was having an argument with some other random guy about a comment he left on yet another random guy's blog. It kind of frightens me, actually. Since when did we become so concerned with how people we've never even met view us? I have no problem with arguing and debates and stating your opinion...in real life. But seriously, over the internet? I must admit, however, that I did it when I was younger and one of the parties involved was only 16. But the other was 22. He has no excuse. That's just something you should grow out of. And yet...what am I doing right now? Writing a dumb blog about some dumb blog I read.
My chest hurts. I got out of French class at 11:50 and I've had three really sharp chest pains since then. Just right through the middle of my chest, like someone's stabbing me with a knife. I wonder if I should be worried about it. Probably not. Hopefully not. I'm hot. I should take off my coat. But that would be way too much effort.
Okay, maybe stating your opinion over the internet isn't such a bad thing. It's a way of sharing your own way of thinking in hopes of developing another's way of thinking. It's a way of learning and growing and opening one's mind. It's the reason people start blogs in the first place. So, okay, it's not that bad. I guess the problem I had with the blog was that it wasn't about slandering anyone's opinion. They were attacking one another's character. And you can't see the true character of a person over the internet. And I don't think that they're bad people for doing it (I just said you can't see someone's character over the internet), I just think they made bad decisions. Why am I still talking about this?
So...once again...it's been awhile since I've written. To be specific, I believe it's been a little over a year. A lot's happened in a year. Dumped the lame ass boyfriend, got a new and terribly amazing one. Finished up my senior year, graduated from high school, had a great summer, moved to Athens, made it through my first semester of college, made it through Redcoats, enjoyed Christmas at home, went to the Sugar Bowl in N'awlins, and started another semester of college. First week of the new semester's gone okay, I suppose. It's a lot different than last semester - earlier classes and more work. I'll make it through okay, though. I'm super excited for mine and Leslie's belly dancing class to start next week. She bought me a little coin skirt/wrappy thing for Christmas and I can't wait to use it. It's gonna be uber fun. Leslie and I spent our Friday and Saturday nights at, which were lots of fun. A guy from our hall, Eric, is on the team so we went out to support him. =D It was cool, even though we lost on Friday. We kicked ass on Saturday, so it made up for it. Well, guess I'm gonna focus on BtVS now. <3
So...I haven't written in a while...again. I'm straightening my hair right now. I'm going out for a family Christmas dinner thing. And I'm going to wear the new sweater that my lovely sissy bought me that I absolutely love. :D Maybe I'll post a picture of it later. Of course, it's not until 5:30, so I have an hour to get my make-up done. Maybe I'll be ready early and take pics of myself. Haha.
Hmm. Boys are funny.
Sissy and I went shopping today. It was fun. The car rides were the most fun - checking out guys, staring and/or waving at them. I can't wait til college!! Ahh! No drinking, though. Well, maybe a little. But not excessively. UGA...-sigh- Lol. The people are beautiful, the football's great (well, not so much this year)...and it's all mine!
Hmm...boys are funny.
So, I think I'm going to go finish doing my make-up and possibly take a picture or two now. Okay, yeah, gonna go. Maybe I'll post something else later. BYE!
Hmm...boys are funny.
Apparently I have a long tongue...
And he started humping me while everyone just kinda watched...
So, this week is Homecoming Week at RHHS. "Hollywood on the Hill". They could've chosen some really fun days, but they somehow failed to do so. Monday was dress as "your favorite movie character". I didn't do it, I'm too lazy. Tuesday was wear your Homecoming shirt, which was ugly as sin, so I didn't buy one. Tomorrow's tacky day. That should be fun. Thursday's movie day...again. But this time, each class is assigned a movie - gasp. Seniors are PotC. Which could be fun if you put a lot of time, effort, and money into it. Which, I didn't. So, my outfit's kinda lame. And Friday is, of course, black and gold day. The parade/pep rally are on Thursday and the game/dance are on Friday. The game should be a disappointment, but the dance might be fun. I dunno. Then, Saturday the band is performing at the seafood festival. That should be pretty fun. Then, Saturday night ma famille is going out to eat for mon pere's birthday. That sucks because I haven't bought him a present yet and I have no money with which to buy him one. Right now, I really should be sleeping, but I took a thirty minute nap earlier, so I'm not quite tired yet. I really need a new car. Mine hasn't been starting lately. It seriously takes like 10 minutes of just turning the key in the ignition to get it going. Yeah...hmm...what else to talk about? Oh, Dylan, Jophan, and Justin have decided that my ass is bigger on Thursdays, so they decided to bring a tape measurer to school and measure it today, and the plan was to measure it again on Thursday to see if there was a difference. I put up a fight when they tried during band class though, then Hil got involved, then Jaime got involved, then Jimmy and Jaime were holding me down, and Hil accidentally grabbed Jaime's crotch, so he gave up. So, I put my ass against Jimmy's crotch so Hil couldn't get to it and he started humping me while everyone just kinda watched. It was kind of an awkward situation. And might I add that I was wearing a skirt for all of this...yeah. But, anyway, Hil got some bogus measurement of 91cm...I don't know how she got that because that tape measurer was no where near my ass. Then for the rest of the day, everyone in band kept coming up to me asking "91 cm?" or "Did they measure your ass yet?" So, I'm guessing Jozay told everyone. He would. He's such a blabbermouth. After school, Amy finally got the tape measurer away from them...but I think she gave it back after practice, so we'll probably have a repeat of this tomorrow. Okay, guess I'm done. Leave me some love! <3
GRAND FUCKING CHAMPIONS!
(That's what the trophy says)
Me and Sis on the way to Carrolton County Competition. Recreation of one from our sophomore (?) year. :D
So...this weekend was pretty good. We left for Carrolton County at 10-ish and arrived at the competition site around 3 or 4. Maybe 5, I dunno. We ate dinner, which was actually pretty yummy - chicken sandwich for me. Then we went and sat in the stands long enough to see all of one band. Then we went and changed into our uniforms and got our instruments out, then did some stretches and whatnot before heading to our warm-up site. Once there, things started to get a little intense, probably because of Mike and Steve and the dark and the full moon. Then we walked to the field, standing in our straight line. Mike was running up and down the line trying to get us pumped and he was telling the low brass to "play like you have a big set of hairy-" and stopped when he got to me. I raised my eyebrows at him and waited for him to finish and he just waved his hands at me and said, "yeah, you too." It was pretty funny. Anyway, we marched on, apparently it had the effect Mike wanted it to have, so that's good. I marched a pretty decent show. My marching was probably the best it's been all year, but my playing was far from perfect. I couldn't seem to get any of the notes out right. I guess it was just nerves. I'm not sure, though. We placed third, overall. First place band deserved first. I'm not upset about that. I'm kinda upset that we didn't get second place though. No one can really explain to us why Marist beat us - that's just the way the scores worked out. Anyway, that night at the hotel was fun. We (Me, Sis, Hil, and Jo) messed around with Mike/Steve/Marlon for a little while. The next morning was a little hectic. They woke us (Me, Sis, and Hil) up at 9 and told us we were going to start loading up the bus at 10. So we waited around about 10-15 minutes, then started heading downstairs for breakfast. We ran into Brian S. on the stairway and he mumbled some crap about how we needed to be in our rooms packing, not going downstairs, blah blah blah. We'd just woken up and were a bit hard of hearing, and he mumbles all the time anyway, so none of us heard him. Leslie half-joking retorted with something along the lines of "Shut up Brian, no body likes you" and Hilary followed him back up the stairs and me and Sis continued down for breakfast, forgetting all about the whole episode. Apparently, though, Brian didn't forget because he added us in his blog about how shitty his weekend was (SUCKS FOR HIM!), complaining about "these girls" who gave him attitude and disrespected him and needed midol, etc. We all thought it was so hilarious because none of us thought it was a big deal and he blew it out of proportion. The busride home sucked for the last like hour and half though because I had to pee like a mofo. Yup yup. Today, in econ, Jozay told me and Sis about some story from the trip, I'll just say it involves a pillow placed strategically over someone's ass and dry humping. We all thought it was so funny though, we were laughing so hard we cried. It was great. It wasn't even all that funny, but I haven't laughed that hard in a while. Band today pretty much sucked, but I've already talked about it enough. Westman made a funny comment at practice today. Yeah, "Hey, come look at this!" Hehe...well, anyway, guess I should be off to bed. Goodnight, y'all!
Do you want fries with that?
What's up? I'm at Leslie (Sis)'s house right now. We have to head back to the school in about an hour. Yup. Game tonight, against Cross Creek. Apparently we have a chance of winning...a slim chance, but still a chance. Yeah...okay. Band'll be great. We have a competition tomorrow, we have to be great. We have a shot at winning that competition. It's between us and another band - Ringold or something. Hopefully we'll do well. I'm hoping for at least second. I'll update on Sunday when we get home. Me, Sis, Hil, and Jo are all rooming together - woo! That will be fun. Yup yup. K, gonna go eat my PB&J and watch Buffy now. K, bye!
Wow...I haven't written in here in a long time. Let's see...where to start?
Band. We've had three games so far. We've finally got all three songs on the field. It's gonna be a great season, I'm so excited. I'm having a little trouble with the low brass. My captain doesn't exactly back me up in anything I do, so it's hard to get them to listen to me. But, I'm doing pretty well personally. Right now I have mono, so I'm missing a practice this week. And then I probably won't be able to do a whole lot at practice Thursday. Then I have the game Friday. Then practice most of the day on Saturday. I probably won't even bring my instrument out Saturday. If I overwork myself, then this mono shit could just get even worse. And I really don't want that...not with competitions in less than a month.
School. Same old same old. I've got senioritis yet again. My AP English class is easy as anything. French III is easy. Gov't/Econ, not so easy...but I don't care. I didn't study at all in Gov't and I came out with like an 88 or 89, and now we're moving onto Econ, and I'm hoping it'll be the same.
Family. They're good. Cecilia's living on campus at Armstrong, and she just turned 20. Hard to believe she's not older than that. She has a tendency to act a lot older. Especially now that she's living on her own...well, to an extent. My parents are the same as they've always been. My mom's trying to give me a little more freedom and I think my dad's trying to give me less. He doesn't want me to grow up.
Friends. They're great, as always. Spend most of my time with Leslie and Hilary and Jozay nowadays. We all have a lot in common, even outside of band, so it works out nicely. I've gotten to know Jozay a little more this year and I love him to death. He's so fuckin' hilarious. I've made other friends, mostly through band, but not of them will ever compare to these three.
Boyfriend. Kyle. Yeah. Same as always. Not much to say here.
So...that's my life. Pretty uneventful. I'm looking forward to a great senior year...but I'm looking forward to college even more. I know it's going to be rough at times, but I'll have Leslie there for support and I'm ready to take on a new challenge. Just gotta get accepted first.
I'm not really sure why I'm blogging, because no one ever reads these. But I find some solace in it. I'm overloaded. I have lots of school projects/tests due within the next two days. I'm ready for Tuesday so me and Kyle can go to Bella's and have ourselves a real nice time. Then, Friday, me and the parents are going up to Berry to visit Cecilia and see the aquarium in Atlanta and do some prom dress shopping. I'm excited. I need a break, and I'm so ready to get a dress. I <3 prom. Not really sure why. I guess I just love to get all dressed up and whatnot. But, uh, yeah, I have an APUSH test to study for. Goodnight.
I know I said I probably wouldn't blog again, but I changed my mind. I got some awesome awesome news over the Christmas break and I'm super excited. My aunt lives in New York and she'll be moving back down here this November, I think, and she wants me and my sister to come visit her before she leaves. So, sometime after school gets out, she's gonna pay for us to come spend like a week or something with her and take us around New York - Central Park, Statue of Liberty, Radio City Music Hall, Rockefeller Center, Broadway, the whole deal. Yeah, I can't wait. That's really all I have to say though...I kinda miss writin' in here. Maybe I'll start up again. Love you all. Night.
I wish I had someone to call me bright eyes.
Hate to say it kids, but in a few days, I'm gonna have to kill this blog. Cecilia gave my mom the link and I don't want her reading anything I have to say, obviously...so, yeah. I may make a new one, but no time soon.
Sister came home for the holidays. They lasted way too long. Dad told me today at dinner that she backed into my car, and that he purposely waited until she was gone before he told me. I actually kinda wondered if something had happened because when I was getting in my car this afternoon I saw a scratch on the back bumper that I'd never noticed before. I love my baby. I don't care if she is 10 years old, I love her and she's mine and if anybody around here is going to be doing any scratching, it's going to be me. Arg. Wouldn't be so bad I guess, but that's the second time she's hit it...That's just sad. Not to mention the fact that she lied about it. She was leaving to go out Wednesday night, and my dad hurt a crash, and then about 5 minutes later she pulled out of the driveway. Asked her if she hit it on Thursday morning and she told him no. But there's a scratch on her bumper that lines up perfectly. Parents told me I was a better driver than her, thanks, I know. I would ask for her car...but it's a Chevy Cavalier. Base model. Piece of shit really. Mine's a Honda, and it's holdin' up real well in my opionion. -Deep breath- Guard practice tomorrow, that should be fun. Looking forward to it. Whatever, goodnight.
My tummy hurts. There was something else I was going to write about....oh yes, went to Riverstreet last night for the boat parade and fireworks. Well, actually went to Hutchinson Island and watched from the trade. Lot less crowded and mom doesn't like big crowds. Went into the Westin afterward to look at the Gingerbread city. That was pretty nifty. Haha...yeah, I'm a dork. I'm just glad it wasn't as cold as it was last year, thank God. Me and Kyle were heading out to the car when the fireworks started so we stopped and sat down in the parking lot to watch. The grand finale was pretty awesome. The only bad thing was every time there was a particularly big bang, all the cars with alarms started going off. It was kinda funny. Went to Olive Garden after. I love that place. Got the best damn salad in the world. Came home, did some stuff, went to sleep. That was my weekend. But, anyway, I guess that's really all I have to say. Goodnight kids.
But it's not so bad
You're only the best I ever had
You dont want me back
You're just the best I ever had.
And it might take some time to patch me up inside
but I cant take it so I, I run away and hide
And I might find in time that you were always right
You're always right.
So, anyway. Yes, I made Winter Guard. The clinic thingy was Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday of last week and the actual try-outs were yesterday. I did better at the clinic than I did at the try-outs, just because I got nervous. But I didn't do terribly. We tried out in groups of three and I was with Michael and Jeremy. Everyone that saw said me and Michael were perfectly in sync the whole time. I guess just because we'd been practicing together the whole time. Last night at gymnastics I got my twist. After I hurt my knee and it was still hurting a week later, Mrs. Hagar told me I wasn't allowed to tumble on it for three weeks. So, I haven't really been doing anything major. And I've been too scared to try my twist again, since that's how I hurt it. Last night I tried my 1/2 twist though and I almost got it. I landed in a squat...so, I'm almost there. Today we had a test in APUSH and I made a 107, second highest grade in both classes. I was so excited. But, then I got to French and we had to recite a poem that I definitely had not memorized. I made a 66. Kinda sucked, but whatever. Cecilia came home today. That was cool. We get along real well now that she's never hear. Uh...let's see, tomorrow me and Leslie are waking up early to hurry up and get our APUSH project over with. My mom has to go to work because she missed a day to go to a funeral and the administration is full of little bitches, so she has to make it up on a holiday. If me and Leslie get finished before 2:30, I'll probably go watch a movie in her classroom with her or something. It bothers me that she's there alone. Only teacher, anyway. After that, me and mom are leaving for Hazlehurst to stay with the grandparents. We probably won't be home 'til Friday. Then, I dunno what plans I have. I guess we'll just have to wait and see. Je t'aime.
-Sigh- I'm lost. I thought my love life was pretty much under control, but as of recently I've realized I'm hurting someone I love. I guess I never really took the time to look at it from their perspective, so I never knew what I was doing to them. And now that I know, I don't know what to do about it. I mean, I know the easiest way to fix it, but then I'd end up hurting someone else. The one I'm hurting is a stronger person than the one I'm not hurting, and I fear what would happen if I were to hurt the weaker of the two. Aw, fuck. I don't even know what I'm saying anymore. I dunno...
Trace Adkins
Turn it up some
Alright boys, this is her favorite song
You know that right
So, if we play it good and loud
She might get up and dance again
Ooh, she put her beer down
Here she comes
Here she comes
Left left left right left
Whoo
Husslers shootin' eightball
Throwin' darts at the wall
Feelin' damn near 10 ft. tall
Here she comes, Lord help us all
Ol' T.W.'s girlfriend done slapped him outta his chair
Poor ole boy, it ain't his fault
It's so hard not to stare
At that honky tonk badonkadonk
Keepin' perfect rhythm
Make ya wanna swing along
Got it goin' on
Like Donkey Kong
And whoo-wee
Shut my mouth, slap your grandma
There outta be a law
Get the Sheriff on the phone
Lord have mercy, how's she even get them britches on
That honky tonk badonkadonk
(Aww son)
Now Honey, you can't blame her
For what her mama gave her
You ain't gotta hate her
For workin' that money-maker
Band shuts down at two
But we're hangin' out till three
We hate to see her go
But love to watch her leave
With that honky tonk badonkadonk
Keepin' perfect rhythm
Make ya wanna swing along
Got it goin' on
Like Donkey Kong
And whoo-wee
Shut my mouth, slap your grandma
There outta be a law
Get the Sheriff on the phone
Lord have mercy, how's she even get them britches on
With that honky tonk badonkadonk
(Ooh, that's what I'm talkin' bout right there, honey)
We don't care bout the drinkin'
Barely listen to the band
Our hands, they start a shakin'
When she gets the urge to dance
Drivin' everybody crazy
You think you fell in love
Boys, you better keep your distance
You can look but you can't touch
That honkey tonk badonkadonk
Keepin' perfect rhythm
Make ya wanna swing along
Got it goin' on
Like Donkey Kong
And whoo-wee
Shut my mouth, slap your grandma
There outta be a law
Get the Sheriff on the phone
Lord have mercy, how's she even get them britches on
That honky tonk badonkadonk
That honky tonk badonkadonk
Yeah, that honky tonk badonkadonk
(That's it, right there boys, that's why we do what we do
It ain't for the money, it ain't for the glory, it ain't for the free whiskey
It's for the badonkadonk)
