Because My Boyfriend is Nice and Sweet and Funny and I Missed Him When He Was In Italy (is that better?)

Well, he's back from Italy and now he wants me to post on my blog again because I haven't posted since Friday. He got me this awesome pretty necklace (I'm wearing it now) and brought back a funky glass soda bottle. Well, anyways, I've read lots of good books as of late, including New Moon and Twilight. I haven't finished the latter yet, but New Moon is great (though Edward got on my nerves at the beginning). Hehe...I think I'm in a I-want-to-be-annoying mood. All in all, I think it's better than the bad mood I was in last week. I went to a math meet yesterday and I scored over half the points our team of five people earned, and that was pretty cool (speaking of which, I made the mistake of saying math is cool again in math class).

Thank the Gods, It's Friday

So, I suppose it's obvious that I've almost survived the week after all, despite everything. In just a little over two hours school will be out, then I'll have piano lessons, and then I will eat dinner and probably watch Raines at the same time with my family (we taped it last night). Yesterday was fun because I had the day off and I hung out and went shopping. So, in the end, my friend was right, even bad weeks do end. Now I just have to ace the social studies test I have this period...

This Week Is Just Getting Better And Better

This week sucks. Seriously. Okay, now that I've gotten that out of the way (grins sheepishly) I can get on with things. A friend pointed out to me that the thing about bad days is that they end. I agreed with her, but now I'm starting to wonder, because since Monday it's been one lousy thing after another. I just got back from the orthodontist and I'm going to have to get braces on my top and bottom teeth, and they're going to probably be on for at least a year and a half (all of my freshman year), and it's not going to be cheap by any means. Really, I used to consider myself optimistic (pessimists are too whiny), but now I'm starting to worry that I'm becoming a pessimist...*takes phone call*. Dammit, I don't think that I'm getting pessimistic, because this week is the f*cking week of doom. That phone call I took as I was writing this was my friend calling me to say that his sweet dog (nicest dog I've ever met) is going to be put down on Friday. I'm trying not to get all weepy, but I've known this dog for over six years and she's older than my friend. Why does everything bad have to happen at once (because I'd really like to go back to being optimistic sometime soon)?

Blue-Green Hair (And Yes, It Was Intentional)

So, due to my bad day yesterday, and the fact that I had bought hair dye on Sunday, I dyed my hair yesterday. Well, to be honest my dad did, since he is good at that sort of stuff. It was blue dye, but it came out this lovely emerald green/midnight blue color. It's drastic, but it's nice and I needed something to change about my look (I got bored, basically). I know this is lame, but even though today sucked, the hair made it tolerable.

Well, Today Was All Sunshine And Butterflies

Man, I just had a really, really bad day. (I've lost count of how many times I've sworn profusely over little things since I got home.) *and thus I begin to rant*
We have this substitute teacher for three weeks because our awesome social studies teacher is out getting a hip replacement so the class was totally out of control. In crew I was stuck helping all of these guys who are total jerks to me on their portfolio's and that was annoying. We has lunch in the classrooms and I had to eat in the wood shop room with none of my friends. Then in French class, where we also have a sub, we had to split into groups and I was with my ex (who I am on less than good terms with), two guys who have crushes on me, a semi-friend, and another guy, who feeds on chaos like a vulture. Then the chaos-feeding-guy has fun with my ex insulting me and making me look stupid. To top everything off, we had to run in gym and one of my friends told me this creepy guy (a friend of my aforementioned ex) had commented on how he 'could watch me run all day'. And all of this was with my boyfriend in Italy; I sort of miss him (math was boring with no one to pass notes with).
So now I feel really lousy...

Dreadfully Tired

I am extremely tired from (a) stupid MEA testing for four days this week (12 stinking hours of testing) and (b) babysitting until 11pm last night. Yesterday I was so tired from the testing I slept in the longest I've slept in years....until past noon. When I finally woke up and looked at the clock I was a bit startled, to say the least. Anyways, I finally went out and got hairdye. Due to lack of purple hairdye in the store and a change in mind I got a deep blue color.

Yes, But Does It Look Like I Care?

The older I get (yes, I know I'm not that old), the more I realize that it's really important that you do what you think is right and do what you like. There are so many things lately where I just have to sort of step back and go 'Yes, they may say that you'll hate it, or they don't like what you're doing, but is it making you happy and seem right?' First I had to choose which high school to go to, which most of my friends aren't going to. More recently, there's relationship stuff where everyone seems to think that I'd actually like to hear their opinion about, so they tell it to me. With the exception of my close friends, and a few really cool people what they have to say isn't positive. Now, the saying 'if you can't say something nice than don't say anything at all' doesn't always apply, but in this case it does. The ironic thing is, too, is the people who are saying mean things really don't have a clue about the person that they're negatively judging, or about the situation at all. However, the people who are my friends are at least all being awesome about it and know that I'm happy with what I'm doing, so they're nice friends and are happy for me. And, most important, as I sit here at the computer watching National Geographic in the background I realize something that makes me smile. When it comes down to it, doing what makes me happy and I like is totally worth all the hassle.

Playgrounds, A Case of Jello Brain, and Hair

Today we had an early release so my boyfriend and some of my play friends went to the playground in the park. It was my idea, though I mentioned it BEFORE I realized how terribly muddy it would be. Yeah, as you might have guessed, because of all the melting snow (due to gorgeous weather) there were lake sized puddles in the park. Playing on the playground was totally awesome though, as always. I have jello brain because of all the standardized testing we have had to endure this week (and have yet to endure). I'm talking about over three essays and sixty questions a day here: not fun. I am thinking about dying my hair purple. I think it will look awesome like that and I need a change to stop the monotony.

Update on "Meet Death"

Here's the latest version of the story thus far:
Death really isn’t all that bad, all things considered. He’s tall, handsome, charming, he’d be swooned over if he wasn’t, well, Death. People are usually much to caught up in their own petty little passage on to really get to know him. They are always “Eek, I’m dead. Woe is me!” He put up with it for thousands of years, but last year he finally got sick of it all and set up the Dead Support Group. It was really just to shut them up, but it became dreadfully popular in the realm of the dead and soon enough he was stuck running a meeting every single year that consisted of people gathering around in an infinitely long circle of chairs and going “Hello, my name is Bob (or Joe, or Suzie) and I’ve been dead for four years now. It was a heart attack that did it.”
Poor Death was then stuck being the sympathetic ear, which was a rather big pain. I mean, by the time he listened to the thousandth fellow who died of a heart attack was he really supposed to be sympathetic? Most of them weren’t exactly angels, so they would have been murdered at some point or another anyways. A heart attack was really quite merciful, but for some reason they didn’t feel that way. Remembering names was hard as well. All the egotistical overweight executives started to run together.
Death really isn’t the problem, it’s Mortality that always messes things up. Few mortals every learn in their lifetime that they are not indeed the same person and go on about with their foolish assumptions must be one and the same, not finding out the truth until their death, though most don’t even find out then. This probably is for the best, as Mortality is rather ditzy and really doesn’t give a damn how people die. She is much more concerned with making sure her jet black hair is perfect, though she has no one to impress. The one time that she attended a Dead Support Group meeting the dead rioted, but I don’t blame them.
It was the thirty-fifth year that Mortality attended the Dead Support Group meeting for her first time. It was Death’s idea, and she probably wouldn’t have gone if he hadn’t been so whiney about it. You see, Death was sick of having to take all of the blame for people dieing, when it wasn’t all his fault. It was mostly Mortality, really. If it wasn’t for her half of them wouldn’t be dead. In truth, he had no idea how things would be without her, but that’s what he imagined. It made things easier when he reminded himself that she had a use, because otherwise it was nearly impossible to tolerate her and her antics. When you are Death you have to get along with people, which isn’t really fair. Apparently death is just as unjust as life is. Death only knew of the matters of the afterlife, he had to rely on the dead to relate how life was unfair as well, having never experienced it himself.
Back to the story, the way I remember it. What was I saying? Oh, yes, it was the thirty fifth year of the Dead Support Group when Morality showed up for the first time. She made quite an entrance, too. Her hair was long and braided into hundreds of braids that whispered of tales as yet untold as she walked. Her skin was rich and dark, with her blue eyes providing a startling contrast. The gown she wore was from the Victorian era, though it had been shortened to only fall just above the knee. It was a sight to behold, she had planned it that way. She longed to see and be seen, and if she didn’t stun her audience she threw and tantrum of the worst kind. You can get caught up in the memory of her as well, though I shall not anymore.
She entirely interrupted the meeting, just appearing in the middle of the group and going, “Dear brother, what have you done now? Not another mess for me to clean up I hope!” Death was clearly irritated; no matter how long he existed he never quite was able to ignore how terribly irritating Morality could be.
“Sister...” His voice was calm, but also a bit testy, “Could you come back another time?” Mortality tittered, delighted by what he said.
“That’s fine, telling me, Mortality, to come back another time. You know it doesn’t work that way.” She turned and looked every dead person in the eye, like only she can do.

Snogging (And Other Great British Words)

Yesterday I watched the movie About A Boy at a friends house. It stars Hugh Grant and takes place in the U.K. If starring Hugh Grant isn't enough, since it takes place in Britain it has all sorts of awesome words in it, such as snogging (kissing), shagging (s*rewing), and brilliant (they just say it a lot more). So, in short, if you want me to like a movie just film it with cool British words and accents.

Passing Notes Can Be Good

Today I ended up passing notes all through two periods with my friend (well...now he's my boyfriend as well :-D). So, we had a very weird conversation where we both played dumb and it was funny. Anyways, it ended with him asking me out, so now I am very happy, because he's an awesome guy and, like, one of my best friends.

High School

It's finally starting to sink in that I'll being going to a high school with only around two close friends, and some friends that I don't know all that well. I know I made the decision to go to the expeditionary high school way back in December, but now I'm wondering; did I make the right choice? I mean, I chose the small, new high school that just opened two years ago and is moving to a different location this year. It won't be the typical high school at all (my friends that are going to the other high schools certainly aren't helping by telling me I'll hate it there). I really liked it when I shadowed, but I'm second guessing myself, like I always do. I just have to keep reminding myself that when I shadowed I liked it the best and I should trust my impression of the school, not someone else's.

Mistakes (d'oh)

Okay, when writing I am discovering that I have a terribly bad habit of not being able to stand the character that I based off of me five or so months ago. (Think editing and then randomly going "How could you be *insert expletive* stupid!!!!") I think that really isn't a good thing to hate the choices that your character makes. On the bright side, at least I smartened up (in real life) and stopped being so stupid in the relationships arena.

Math Is Cool (No, Really)

Yesterday I was in math class and the teacher showed us a different way to solve a problem. She then went, "Isn't that COOL?!" Since I did think, in fact, that it was cool I responded with an excited, "YEAH!" This, in an eighth grade math class apparently is not the appropriate response to a 'isn't math cool?' question. The entire room went quiet and turned to face me. I doubt I'll ever live it down. It was cool, though, (I doubt no one, adults excluded, will ever agree with me on this).

Snow Day

Well, I only slept until nine in the morning, due to a loud sibling, but that still was good. I read quite a few good manga today, including FullMetal Alchemist. I really wasn't expecting it to be good, but I needed something to read and it turned out to be great.

Terribly Tired

I am really sleepy. I think there shall be a snow day. If there is one I fully intend to sleep in until noon, at least. I should write, but alas I do not...