Bad Day

Do you ever have one of those days where you come dangerously close to totally snapping on someone and yell at them and say about a thousand things that you shouldn't say to them?  Has it ever happened with about three people in one day?  Yah well...*holds fingers close together* this close, this close.  Blahh and to top it off I'm still sick.  And now me and all of my friends are moderately mature and we're almost all working and none of our schedules match up.  And when they do match up (like last Wednesday) and I went to the movies with one of my friends I was so out of it from work, when I was buying my ticket I forgot what movie I was going to see. and I had to ask him!  Talk about embarrassing.... 

Bleh. Meh. Sick.

So, it's my first day off and I'm sick.  Yucky.  My throat feels like I swallowed sandpaper in my sleep.  Seriously.  And I have the chills so I have goosebumps and I'm all shivery.  And I babysit for four hours tonight, because I agreed this morning before I was really sick (or rather, before I admitted I was sick).  Grosssss.....

W.T.F.

I just has quite possibly the most awkward conversation on AIM ever.  This guy from the alternative high school in my city added me on Facebook, and sent me a message saying hi and whatever.  An acquaintance of mine from the school vouched for the guy, so when he IMed me I responded and we were having a perfectly cordial conversation...until he asked if I roleplayed.  I said yes, sometimes I did (we were talking about manga at the time, and I assumed he was talking about manga RPing, until he clarified he wasn't).  Essentially, he ended up asking me if I cybered.  Of course, I responded that I didn't (EW...stranger...NO).  And then he asked why and I explained why (hadn't even experienced such activities in real life, I didn't intend to soon, online and not in person=weird, I'm a prude, etc, etc.)  And yeah so he told me more awkward stuff and was like 'good for you you're a virgin-- I'm not', etc, etc.  And I was like 'why are you telling me this you don't even know me'.  And he's like 'you're nice and you're cute'.  And it continued to be awkward until I 'signed off' (I went invisible).  So yes I'm still freaked out and in 'EWW YUCKY' mode.   I am so mad at the acquaintance that said cybering boy was an 'alright guy'.  EW!

Inner Child, and School's Out

So, school was done on Tuesday.  I actually ended up being quite happy with my grades, and that was because I made sure I got an A in Gym.  In the end it ended up being surprisingly easy.  It wasn't about trying harder, showing effort, talking to him about my grade and how to improve it, or being on time for class.  In the end it was all about going into his office on the last day of school and NOT LEAVING until he said he'd change it.  He sent teachers and students that wanted to talk to him away because I was just standing there, waiting for him to actually listen to me.  I had to keep telling myself over and over again, "This is the last time he'll ever be my teacher; it's ok if I annoy him-- I won't have to talk to him ever again."  With this thought in mind, I stayed in his office while he took phone calls, did email, for over five minutes.  Finally, he just looked up and said, "Alright, I'll fix your grade and give you an A."  If I'd known that the A would only require five minutes of bitchiness, I would have tried it months earlier.  But it all ended up good-- I got a 93 (instead of a 88) in Gym for quarter four.  And, to date, I still have never gotten a B on a report card.  Yay!  I was so happy like dancing and giggling and such when I checked my grades on my computer.  And yah, I deserved that A.  I have a job at a creative arts camp.  Today was set-up for the camp, which was really hard work.  It involved carrying many tables and chairs from building to building (not fun).  After that, I went with two my friends to a cafe downtown and met with an acquaintance from 8th grades little brother, and his friend, to work on script writing and filming.  It was only an hour-long meeting, but in that period the boy was so condescending and authoritative that I found myself asking this 11 year old if I had permission to speak.  My friends were laughing their asses off at me, it was mildly embarrassing.  But, as they put he, "He totally owned you."  He really did.  He managed to make me feel like a five year old seeking approval to do a project from a student at a fancy art college, instead of a 9th grader including a 6th grader in a project.  And he actually had the nerve to tell me to shut up, explaining, "You can speak, but you can't gab.  You are gabbing.  Stop."  I mean, I generally think that I'm a person with decent intellect, but I have to be totally with it to even attempt to keep up with this boy.  It's terrifying.  Perhaps I am a glutton for public humiliation, but I agreed to another meeting, this coming Wednesday...

Birthday!

Today is my birthday.  It is quite hot out, and humid, too.  My arms are sticking to the table it's so sticky outside.  I'm tired because I stayed up very late last night, and then got up early to finish my creative writing final.  I'm really happy with the final product, but I got less than four hours of sleep, and that's not that good.  I got a lot of great gifts.  I am writing like a sixth grader right now I'm so tired, but I don't really care all that much.  James dug his nails into my hand and it still freaking hurts.  My friend Nick was super nice and he's leant me his signed copy of the new Pendragon book.  I've known him since elementary school-- he's nice.  I'm listening to Dashboard Confessional and Juno.  I want to go shopping!  I'm babysitting tonight.  My party was really fun-- even my friends that I invited that hate each other managed to be civil to each other.. But yes, I had a blast!

Some Poetry

Since I have been super busy I haven't had time to write a blog post.  That said, I'm just going to post some of my poetry I wrote for class, instead:

"Room"

Pairs of threadbare jeans sprawl on my chairs,

On my floor as though they're tanning.

Plastic trophies for pointless endeavors,

They collect dust and horde nostalgia.

Rejected pop CDs hide, unnoticed,

Gathering dust in the wooden crate in the corner.

Hillary Duff and Shakira sulk, at the bottom of the stack,

While an alternative rock mix perches at the top/

The room smells of fruity perfume--

I spilled the cheap bottle two weeks ago.

My closet door is covered with cartoons

Drawn by friends, drifted away.

An earnest letter received claims the nightstand;

Unfolded and reread many times, the pencil is faded.

Gum wrappers that crinkle, pens without ink,

Tea from yesterday-- now cold, a dropped pushpin.

The clutter is a layered timeline;

The new smothers the old, but it's all still there.

Last year's diary, a broken necklace in a drawer,

A story told by a room in disarray.