After a long break, it’s probably time to blog once again. Sveh. I feel like I have a lot of events to update the internet on.

So my phone is sitting here on my decrepit computer desk making this *hmmmmmmmm* *hmmmmm* noise every other minute or so and shaking the keyboard as I’m typing, due to an overwhelming amount of texts from a person who has recently achieved the title “Boyfriend,” but has previously been and is still currently known as “Superman.”

Eeyup. That happened. As every person I’ve ever met predicted. It’s been about a week and a half, and we’re keeping it nerdy (as in: pretty much not doing anything but sitting next to each other an talking frequently in respect to the fact that we are basically children and therefore should not really do anything but play with stuffed animals and read comic books). We even shared our first technical physical contact just today, which was an awkward hug as a thanks for buying me some delicerous orange-flavored sherbet from A`la Carte at lunch.That’s all beside the point, I’m pretty positive.

Skittles has a sophomore girlfriend too, as of two days ago! You can tell he’s excited about it because he’s been stroking his beard extra-fervently in Band Class lately. Although I’m not entirely certain how this affects my besterest friend from 500-some-miles away, considering she was unknowingly married to him the while time leading up to this new girlfriend. Now she’s a widow! Sad story (there were scarabs involved).

Musicals over and done with, long since. I don’t know what to do with all of my new free time still. Hey, I’m finally getting some homework done at least!

Hm… Lately I’ve been average; journalling regularly, eating non-suckish food, playing the same songs on guitar, following the same routine, so I’m unsure of how to wrap this up…

Oh! I’ve got it! I bought a Sims game on my (sad and shattered-screened) iPod and created characters of everyone I know to make them parallel to reality, as that is all I am capable of doing with the creativity I possess. It’s pretty funny to watch so far.

These weeks have been adorable and plain.

Have a nice week, eh?

So, I unintentionally skipped two weeks of this blogging thing that I am really only doing to please myself, but I’m still bummed.

These weeks, I have been stupidly busy with the musical (Anything Goes) in which I, seriously, only have one “line,” if I can pass it off as that. During the opening scenes, I am constantly mopping the deck while the other actors are getting their business straight and establishing their characters to the audience. After about 20 minutes of that, Moonface Martin delivers a line (“ForGET about Snake Eyes!”) after which I whistle at Erma and exit stage with my mop and bucket slung over my shoulder. For the remainder of the show, I sit on a stool behind an inconspicuous curtain and occasionally run out and panic when some loud noise occurs.

So I sort of practice for four hours a day for that… Hey, I’m a Freshman! I don’t want a bigger part! I just want to be lazy and antisocial is all. I love theatre and all, but the sooner I never have to see most of these people again, the better off my mood will be.

We ended the school week on Wednesday this week, due to the end of our semester. The remaining THursday and Friday are the days we conduct our school’s Semester Tests, which are, thankfully, optional—you only have to go if you have three or more absences, three or more tardies, are failing, or just want to improve your grade. I had none either day, which I thought was fantastic, but I did happen upon an “I” for my semester grade for Swim Class. The “I” of course standing for “Incomplete,” of course meaning that I was supposed to take the Semester Test for that class… Something of which I was told the opposite. So… We’ll see how this goes in three years when I want to go to college and they discover that hitch in my otherwise straight-A report cards. I hope to correct them soon…

Have I updated since New Year’s Eve? I have not… Fail.

Well, we’re all on a six-day weekend until Tuesday from school, so I haven’t had classes to talk about since Wednesday I guess. I’ve been texting Superman a lot, SDCJ not a lot, which bothers me. I have something utterly wrong with me that causes me to over-think everything I say, type, and do. I never feel like I’m coming off as I wish to completely, so text-based communication is simply not preferable to real life conversations. I feel so awkward.

Oh, SDCJ has a new girlfriend, a sophomore. I’m pretty sure that’s new… Yep. New. So that’s rather sent me into a frenzy of comfort food and out-of-date pop music consumption for the past week.

I am glad to say that our performances of the musical are at the end of this week, meaning I am SO close to being lazy again. Except for the fact that my grandparents are due from Indiana to watch the shows on Wednesday and not leaving until they feel like it… I can honestly say that I’m not sure about anything at all at the moment.

These past seven days have been jaunty and frazzled.

Have a nice week, eh?

Well, I missed another Friday… Happy New Year’s Eve…? Aaaaaaaaaanyway:

This week shall be hard to recount interestingly, since I’ve spent it entirely away from school and all things interesting. However, I guess I did do some stuff.

So, on Sunday, I celebrated Christmas at 4 in the morning with my family, since my sister had to work at 5:30 and didn’t want to miss anything. I received some of my most extravagant gifts in recent history due to nice budgeting on Santa’s part. Oh, we also have an Xbox 360 now, as a family, which my nerdy self could not be more excited about (FINALLY, FABLE III!).

Early in the week, I was spending lots of time at my grandma’s house because my cousin and my aunts were visiting with their beagles and cockapoo, which was oodles of interesting. At some point, I went ice-skating in old boots at the park closest to my house with my neighborhood friend (the one who bought me the pillow pet) until we grew cold and went back to her apartment to watch Psych and eat deer jerky. It was quite a good time until we found a bullet in one of the strips of jerky and had to inspect the lot for safety…

I recently resurrected contact with a friend I haven’t spoken with for about a year who now lives in Texas, which was interesting. We tried to catch up and have Face-Timed twice attempting to get an entire year covered in two hours. We have much more to talk about, surely.

The past few days, I have logged my first few hours of driving practice, since I got my permit on Tuesday. This has been stressfully hilarious to both me and my father. Shmeh. Highways are intimidating in a tiny blue Cavalier.

Today, I have been cleaning my house like mad to satisfy my psychopath parents so that I may have my friend sleep over like we did last year on New Year’s Eve. We are going to practice our guitar and piano duet (“Your Call” by Secondhand Serenade), play dress up in my basement eat food, and play Just Dance 3 until we vomit and my bear-dog, Jenny, mosies over to eat it like the odd creature she is.

It’s been a lazy, mixed up 7 days.

Have a good week (and year), eh?

Hey, I actually caught blogging motivation on a Friday this time!

So, this week, we’ve been testing in Swim Class on our forward and back approach and forward diving, all of which are performed on the diving board. With everyone watching. While you stand up there and feel awkward as you lift your arms and then drop them to your sides, flying off the springboard and cutting through the water feet-first (or head-first, if you have to dive like me…). I’m not doing very well at it.

Tuesday, I drew a bunch of blobby characters in my journal that, as I practice, are becoming more and more adorable. I’ve already perfected the style for one of me and also for SDCJ and Superman. I also got brackets on my back-most molars from my orthodontist. I couldn’t masticate right for two days and am still sore.

Wednesday, I got a Pillow Pet from my friend for Christmas, among other awesome-type thingers. In Latin class, I lent it to SDCJ for the period and he kept strapping it around his wrist and using it as a Dolphin Gauntlet. It was pretty freaking epic, actually. Later that day, I figured out how fantastically easy it is to get what you want from boys. I wanted my Huckleberry Finn book back from Superman during Choir. I protested noisily for a while, declaring that I needed it because I am 134 pages behind on reading it for English class (which is still true, since I lost the book in my sister’s car yesterday), but to no avail. Finally, I stopped being irritatingly winy and started being kind. I said “please” sincerely and, though I was met with a “No.” at the time, I still got it back a minute later by saying “Well, you don’t have to… It’d just be nice of you…”

And you could easily tell that he was internally conflicted between his need to evilly steal all of my small, important items at different times of the day and his wish to not come off as a total douche. He was probably making that crying-from-adorable-pity face from Rage Comics on the inside… Tee hee.

Thursday was our last day before Christmas Break, which I am currently on. I got more candy canes than I still know what to do with from all of my friends and teachers, played innumerable games of Musical Bingo in Band Class, and sang ridiculous amounts of classical carols in Latin (the language) in Latin (the class). Also, after school while waiting for the bus, my friend and I saw my small friend (I’ll call her Marshmallow) walking with am extremely sexy boy (He looks like Murdoc from The Gorillaz, and I’m calling him Elo) down the sidewalk beside the school. We looked back and they were hugging, then looked back once more and had to squint to be able to tell that he was actually kissing her before we began shrieking and jumping for joy. Marshmallow and Elo are now dating, which I believe is exciting.

My past 6 days have been romantical, hysterical, and infallible.

Have a nice week, eh?

adventuretime:

by Natasha Allegri

Frick…. It’s Saturday again, isn’t it?

Hm…

Well, this week, my older sister has been under the influence (of a hardcore-terrible cold that has the beginning stages of walking pneumonia) and sitting on our basement couch reading every novel and watching every movie contained in our family room, missing all 5 days of school some way or another. So she’s not doing well… I’ve been spending some time fetching her snacks and supervising the horror movies she is somehow more afraid to watch than I am so she can stay entertained and not strain herself.

I just got done with a choreography practice for our school’s production of “Anything Goes,” in which my sick sister is “Reno” (the ultimate lead) and I am a member of the chorus, which are the extras of our town’s musical theater. I sing in the background part time, and, the rest of the time, I am dressed up as a male sailor (I freakin’ get a fake mustache!) and sweeping the stage with a push-broom and attempting to not steal focus from the gangstarific acts of the rest of the cast. Although my dancing and constant falling might do that anyway…

On Wednesday, I found out that my friend (the one who tied up my hair last Thursday) had asked Superman if he “liked” me on the night of the dance last week, to which he had replied “Affirmative.”

Well, he didn’t really say “Affirmative,” like I wish he would’ve (people JUST don’t say that enough…), he merely said that he did but we were just friends and he was okay with that for now.

I wish you could’ve seen how hard I mentally fist-pumped when I was told the news that I had successfully attracted the attention of a boy besides my ex-boyfriend (who was my first date and the last I’ve had since. More on that later), and that I didn’t have to be in a relationship in him yet. You see, I utterly fear commitment, regardless of me being a girl and being supposed to need it. I despise flirting and physical proximity with others (I have been known to shriek when asked for a hug), which are both pretty much requirements of dating in your teenage years, especially when dating someone who is a year and a half older than you and is one of those “I need to have my arm around you and use a condescending tone of voice with you at all times to express my dominance and ownership” types of people(In case you couldn’t tell, I was referring to my ex-boyfriend during that entire sentence) I tend to avoid feeling pressured into liking someone due to this.

In Choir class this week, we’ve been watching “West Side Story” because of our teacher’s ironic laryngitis. The whole class is enjoying this thoroughly, as exemplified by their lack of constant chatter that is usually there during our period.

SDCJ and his trampalicious girlfriend broke up this week, delighting me. He and I had a cowboy-type standoff after school on the day of his separation from her. I could tell that shooting me repeatedly in the heart with a gun composed of his pointed-out index finger and his pointed-up thumb really cheered him up, especially when I rolled to the floor and deflated my lungs noisily after the 5th or 6th shot.

I’ve had a decent time these past 7 days.

Have a nice week, eh?

So, I forgot to do a Friday blog somehow… For that, I apologize to myself for not getting to ramble about junk. Here’s that, now.

From what I recall, last weekend was wretched and boring. I did nothing but eat and watch television, but there’s not much wrong with that. On Monday, my date for the dance that occurred last night (I’mma call him Superman.) began super-bothering me, suddenly focusing all of his attention on prodding me and mocking me, but not doing it cruelly. It was pretty entertaining.

I decided to join the Speech team on Tuesday, but I haven’t turned in my permission slips yet and haven’t even seen the coach since the kickoff… Then more Superman-bothering. And also a conversation with SDCJ (acronym codename for that boy I like that I mentioned last week) about how incredibly fantastic “My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic” is.

Wednesday, we got out of school early, so I came home and slept. Bet you were really excited to hear that, huh? Yeah…

Also, Thursday, I wore a Batman shirt and racked up 17 comments on how I awesome I must be (yes, I kept tally). I also did some thinking about philosophical junk and how much I agree with my best friend (the one from 550 miles away) and her opinion on being asked questions about herself. Later that day at lunch, I set my head down on the table. Superman then held my head onto the table while my rather unkind (that day) friend yanked a ponytail holder off of my wrist and tied a handful of hair from the underside of my mane in a knotted bun around said ponytail holder so tight that I couldn’t remove it myself and I started crying from the pain. So that sucked. We broke the elastic to get it out and I had to brush at the knot on my way to my next class, but I got it out and I lived.

On Friday I was trying not to get psyched up for Snoball (the dance) the following day so that I would’ve have high expectations. That didn’t work, me being the forceful optimist I am. I daydreamed a load of fantasies and enjoyed myself thoroughly in doing so. SDCJ’s girlfriend was dressed in trollop-wear that day: a dress shirt and a belt. Yes, a belt. I refuse to address that garment “covering” her legs as a skirt! However, considering the windchill was 14 below that day, I feel she got what she deserved for indecently exposing herself to the general public of our school. :)

Have a nice week, eh?

I’d like to remember to post here every Friday about the world’s and my own week, but I’m sure I’ll slip up often. As far as my need to vent my opinions, I typically satisfy that daily with page-long journal entries with little cartoon illustrations so these might be a bit dry, but I miss updating the internet on the boring entity that is me so I am going to try to do it.

This week, I’ve become better friends and ultimately re-fallen in love with a boy I’ve been infatuated with the idea of for over a year. I also theoretically married my best friend (whom I’ve kept contact with over 500 miles of distance for 3 years) to my nerdy friend (I’ll call him Skittles) who lives where I currently live and shares some of my best friend’s opinions on the superiority of books over movies and the ideas of dictators. I do disagree with them, but I hope that they are theoretically happy together.

I’ve also: Performed with my Christmas Brass Ensemble, become more willing to hug people, purchased my first “Adventure Time” T-shirt as well as my first “Batman” T-shirt (Thank you, Hot Topic), completed a snorkeling unit in Swim Class, and gotten a dress for an annual “Girls Ask Guys” dance at my school that I evidently have a date to.

My infatuation with the nerdiness of this boy I am going to the aforementioned dance with has slowly been fading this week due to our constant, high-volume arguments about dolphins and the color pink, in which he claims that dolphins aren’t smarter than humans because they don’t have machine guns and that, despite the evidence I’ve presented him with, the color pink genuinely looks the way we perceive it, (even though it doesn’t)…

He remains true to his ever-present nerd-side, but he appears to be a rather large blockhead.

However, I still look forward to shufflin’ on the dance floor with him next Friday.

Have a nice week, eh? (DFTBA)