‘So, how many non-Chester (or even Chester) people were wondering what my little Freedom of Speech deal was yesterday? I almost feel like I shouldn’t glorify this petty, overdramatic, jealousy-induced incident by writing it up, but I want to, so I will.
I love Georgi, by the way.
Okay, so this is how it is:
On the New York trip, the back of the bus was loud and obnoxious, but ya know .. what can you expect? Get 50 kids in a bus and see if it sounds like a church or if it sounds like a a barnyard. Anyway, some of the MiddleOfTheBus Nazis decided they were mad, so they made up the most absurd lie I’ve ever heard in my entire life: that Nick and I were taking “nipple pictures.” Okay, first of all .. what the hell is a nipple picture? It sounds like an overly absurd Seinfeld show. But, wait .. Seinfeld is over. Seinfeld doesn’t care or wish to see, speak or be near the American people again, so we all should just get over it. Now, WHICH pretentious little reader of my page can apply that little metaphor to his or her life?
Anyway, so our little back of the bus thought this lie was hilarious, and deemed ourselves the “Nipple Group,” hence the caption for yesterday’s picture. Well, I put that on my webpage, and it was mysteriously printed out and put in my teacher’s mailbox.
Okay, she had a fit.
An overdramatic fit.
And believe me, if my webpage is printed out every single day for the rest of my life, and given out to every single person I know .. I won’t care! Because I mean everything I say. I don’t care if you’re offended. You can’t do anything about it! A webpage goes along with the first amendment, and no matter what teacher, or student envious of my boyfriend whines about it, it’s still in the constitution. And it won’t change.
So, anyway, it was a big ol’ deal for about a day until it got so stupidly funny that I refused to care.
Ohgosh. It seems I should censor what I write here because someone might print it out. Ohno!
If you don’t want your name on here, that’s fine. You have that right. But I have the right to talk about my life in any way I choose. And you know what? I will. And I will stand by everything I say. I have no time for little girls and/or boys who think they’re cool.
At least, he/she could’ve printed my page out with a nice printer .. it deserves more than the cheap-ass ink it was printed with.
(The picture mentioned has since been deleted.)
Well, hey. It seems like it’s been a while, since all my updates have been a bit skimpy. Back to the fat ones now, I promise.
Well, today. It began okay, despite the fact that the weather forecast called for hot, sticky weather, which I absolutely detest, even though I’ve been whining about the slowness of summer for a couple of months now. I hate wearing shorts, but I did it anyway, in spite of myself.
The school day was pretty tame, as usual. The candidates running for SCA and school offices gave their speeches today. Our SCA/school offices are such a joke .. the majority of the people get up there, read speeches probably not written by them, and then expect to win. A couple of people were actually projecting, and maybe even a bit inspiring .. like Julia, who decided that morning that she would run for Senior Class president. Kinda cool, if you ask me.
The Gates of Hell, known as English, went kind of bad, grade-wise, but I was in an unusually good mood. I got my Wuthering Heights test back, and it was during that duration of the handing back of the tests that I found my proof that the GOH does, indeed, play favorites. Scott, the white-toothed wonder, and I got the exact same question wrong, yet she gave him 5 points for “effort.” Let me stress here that she adores Scott. She said he was exotic. It’s beyond adoration. Anyway, I had to fight for my 5 points for effort, but I got them, even thought it didn’t help my grade much.
Physics was really cute because Geoffrey and I got to sit in the hallway and use fake data to work on our project. The rest of the class had gone to King’s Dominion and gotten real data, while Geoffrey and I were sadly left behind. Nick came by in the middle of the period, and threw his shoes at us. He looked really cute today, in this little Gap Hawaiian button-up shirt.
After school, Nick and I dined at McDonald’s, and then went by the car place so I could get a new side mirror, which I currently have. It’s odd not to stare into cracked glass anymore.
We intended on going shopping for our upcoming New York trip on Friday, but, of course, we came back to my house, and both fell asleep. We’re such tired people.
The rest of the evening turned out beautifully. We needed it. Nick made a comment about how our relationship always seems to renew itself .. it’s very true .. four months tomorrow.
Alas! I should go study foreign policy. But I think I’ll just go to sleep.
Well, today began pretty good. I was in an unusually hyper mood, as was Nick, which is a really crazy combination. We were being all loud and fun in the car.
I got to school, entered Spanish, and had a creepy time with my Spanish teacher. Once I got into Spanish, of course, Jason and I got into little arguments, and it was then I realized how honestly insignificant he is in my life. I don’t mean that in a bad way, or a nasty way — just that we really have no importance to each other anymore. We don’t see each other on weekends anymore. We don’t talk on the phone. We don’t know anything about each other’s lives anymore. All we do is see each other in school, but we’re fighting 90% of the time. It’s not worth it.
When I entered Creative Writing, that was when Hell, as I commonly call portions of my day-to-day life, began. I discovered that my entire Physics project was due today, and I hadn’t even begun on it. As always, this put me into an overdramatic frenzy, and I whined to Ryan for the rest of the class period.
Needless to say, English did not heighten my already disentagrating mood at all. Research papers were handed back, and I shouldn’t have been surprised, since I expected and deserved a low grade, but actually seeing it was a bit much. The research paper is like 47858979% of the entire quarter grade. OhGod. Then she checked our vocabulary. I didn’t have it.
The only thing that kept me sane through this ordeal was this paper Nick had written for his English class. It is the sweetest thing he’s ever written. His assignment was to free-write about anything, and he wrote about us .. and the rain, which is a big thing for both of us. I just kept reading that paper over and over again, trying to gain some comfort from it.
Then we had a quiz on Tale of Two Cities, which I also hadn’t read.
Shit.
By this time, of course, the expected tears were forming, and I ran to the drama room, where Nick consoled me with his comforting arms (well, me just change into a corny poet?). We spoke for a few moments, and then he had to go back to class, so I went to lunch, where I was obviously overdramatically upset, and Geoffrey and I went on a walk around the building, where he was sweet as usual.
I met up with Nick at theatre again, and he walked me back to class. Once I got into physics, my situation alleviated greatly when I was informed that I didn’t have to turn in my project today. Ohgosh. I was so much happier, but still very much not in high spirits about my English grade.
About 20 minutes in our lab, the BalloonGirls came, and gave me two balloons, which had been sent expressly from Nick. THAT put me in an extremely happy mood, and I was able to actually enjoy physics, and the little straw-flutes we were making.
After school, Stephie tried to tell me about her latest endeavours, and I felt bad because I sort of blew her off, but I had so many things on my mind that I couldn’t even think straight.
I really am overdramatic.
The usual routine happened — Nick came over, we ate dinner, we fell asleep. My mom was in a weird mood. I have a feeling she thinks I’m at the “rebellious” stage now. I probably am, as rebellious as I can get for me. My grades are certainly deviant. And as for other things .. well, that’s not exactly deviant .. more like beautiful.
Argh! I’m so hungry. I swear to God I eat more than anyone I know. One day, my metabolism is going to catch up with me, and I’m gonna gain 300 pounds.
How many days until school is out? Will I even graduate?
Sad thoughts.
Hey! How are you?
Okay, so I cut my hair and it made me deliriously happy. I’m not sure why. It was like all that hair was weighing me down emotionally, and when I got it cut (to the vicinity of my shoulders), it lightened me. I’m so crazily weird. I love it.
I think today began okay; I can’t remember — seriously, my short-term memory is slowly fading. I have this phenomenal long-term memory .. like, I will remember the name of every single person I meet in high school. I promise.
Ohyeah, well, in the car, Jason and I got into a minor argument, and when we pulled up to 7-11, Nick like leaped out of the car to get away from us — I don’t blame him, but it was cute how he exited so fast.
Spanish was nothing, as was theatre, as was Government — my organization is going okay, I guess, except for the fact that my lack of organization for the past 6 months or so is all catching up with me now, and making it difficult for me to keep a high spirit when I’m trying to study and be a good student. Interims come out Thursday and Friday — that’s ALWAYS great fun.
Trig was minorly amusing. My teacher pissed some girls off and they left the room in a dramatic fashion, which I thought was cute.
After school, I went into a weird, self-conscious mood, where I was like hating myself or something, so on the way to Carytown to get my hair cut, I know I must have irritated Nick. The whole way there I was like, “Hey, you like having an ugly girlfriend?” — half-joking, of course. When I got my hair cut, however, I felt 50 times better about myself, and became an instant happier person.
So, here I am. No big news today .. just my hair, which is not really a big deal to most normal people, but a huge deal to me. Little things make me hyperly, stupidly happy. Don’t they you?
Grrr. The problem with not updating daily is that I forget what happened. Honestly, nothing too terribly exciting has occurred in the past few days. On Friday, Nick informed me that he was grounded, and I just about screamed. But, alas — his grounding was forgotten by his parents, and all was well. We hung out at my house, mostly, and listened to “Northern Lad” on my new Tori CD like 50 times in a row. We went back to his house to record the Tori CD onto a tape for him, and ended up looking through photo albums, which is when I acquired that lovely picture above. When I came back from his house, a most un-lovely fight occurred at mine, but the details to that are better left undisclosed.
Yesterday, my damn strept throat sickness from way back decided to pay me a visit, so I took some Tavist-D, which drugged me completely. I went with Nick to drop off his sister and her friend at King’s Dominion, and I almost fell asleep.
Later that night, we were supposed to get together, by my mother wouldn’t let me use my car, so I walked over to his house, where we, in turn, walked back to mine, and, again, just hung out.
See? Nothing exciting — but cute and fun nonetheless.
Happy Mother’s Day and stuff.
From the Choirgirl Hotel:
Okay, so, obviously, if you’ve been to my webpage today, you have realized that the new Tori CD is in my possession. Due to my superfluous grounding, I could not purchase it myself, so Nick went and got it for me today after school, and I love it so much! For those acquainted with the CD, you will note that my favorites are: Northern Lad, Jackie’s Strength and Spark. It’s kinda techno-ish, which is different for Tori, but you know what? I love it, just because she’s awesome. I remember when I loved Tori in middle school, and everyone thought I was dumb because no one had heard of her. Now, they’re all out buying her CD.
Cute day. It was the day of the Earth Day assembly, so that took up a large portion of day. I made Nick lunch this morning, and I felt all cute. The assemblies went well. Our class did this kinetic sculpture type of thing — I was a “short prickly bush,” and I wore these awful greenish velvet pants that I hadn’t worn in like two years, and it was quite amusing. Nick was all cute in this tie of Corwin’s, and a costume room hat. I managed to skip the first part of 6th period because we had a substitute, but I had to go back after lunch. It turned out that it didn’t really matter if I was there or not, because we did absolutely nothing. We got in this little group, and Carrie recited her Beauty Pageant platform on teen pregnancy for us.
I had to go straight home after school, again due to my superfluous grounding, which I will only repeat as my SG from henceforth. Since Nick had driven today, I was all by myself driving home, which felt odd because I don’t think I’ve been alone in my car for like 3759 years.
Nick came by a little later, and brought me my Tori CD, which I love so much!
Later in the evening, I accompanied Nick and his mother to school, where Mrs. White was having a parent meeting on the forthcoming New York trip. It was nothing new — she just told us the regular rules — no tobacco, drinking or sex, blah, blah, blah, no wearing Gay Pride shirts, etc. Me and Nick talked through the entire thing, and she kept shooting us dirty looks from onstage.
After the meeting, I attempted to get my Room Ordeal solved (which goes along with the Betsy Ordeal), and hopefully, that will be fixed.
Then, I went back to my house, where my mom proceeded to yell a bit, but I played the Bitch Game, and went up to my room, cranked Tori up, and read my Sunset Boulevard book, which Nick got me for Christmas last year. He came by yet again and brought me a Granita from 7-11, and we talked giddily in my driveway for like 45 minutes, so, of course, when I got back inside, my mom yelled some more, and I again, played the Bitch Game, and put my Tori CD back on.
Grounding does not give me motivation.
“Girls, you’ve got to know when it’s time to turn the page .. when you’re only wet because of the rain ..”
So, today was just one of those, “What the hell?” type of days.
I wanted to leave for school early so I could get the new Tori CD before school, so I could have it to fawn over during school, but, of course, I overslept, and didn’t even have time to get coffee this morning.
First period was extended due to the stupidly icky SOL tests, so that class was completely boring, as was Creative Writing (amazingly), English and Physics. I guess you could say my whole educational day was pretty much the same as it always is — I don’t learn anything, I sleep through half my classes, and then I go home.
Hell began to break loose from it’s gilded cage after school, when I met Nick in the hallway. He was extremely upset, and clenching his fists in a not-so-friendly matter. Today was the day he showed the video we made Sunday (the prom dress thingie) to the theatre class, and it seems our semi-wicked theatre teacher tore it apart, saying he didn’t follow the assignment and that it had no storyline. His video was awesome — just as good, if not better, than the infamous Macbeth video that I talked about for like 576 years .. and let me tell you, there were some other videos shown by other students that had absolutely no storyline, but she seemed to love. But, no, she tore apart Nick’s wonderful video, and left him with the feeling that he wanted nothing to do with Dale theatre anymore, which is a feeling I often get. I really want him to stick with it, though, so we can do Romeo and Juliet next year together. I don’t blame him, however — he has many options over theatre, such as cheerleading, and those would probably be a lot less stressful.
So, that icky situation put us both in vengeful moods. When I got home, after a few scuffles, it seemed my mother realized that I hadn’t shown her my report card from a long while back, and that turned into hell all over again — it was one of those fights, where one of us (me) ends up crying and saying mean things (me) she doesn’t mean. I felt bad for Nick, who just stayed up in my room, and weathered listening to the hellatious argument. I ran upstairs, and ended up like pitifully weeping in Nick’s arms for a half hour. I finally got control myself, went downstairs, and then started up again because I apologized, and apologies always make me cry.
That was solved, sort of. She grounded me a bit — I just can’t go anywhere on school days. At first, I thought that would be torture because me and Nick honestly spend like from after school until 10:00 with each other everyday, but she said Nick could be over, as long as I did my homework and such.
Oh, the ides of a damn, idealistic teenager.. I’m a bit overdramatic.
So, we hung out a bit, and chilled, as we always do. I finally dropped him off around 8 or so, and here I am.
Needless to say, I didn’t get the Tori CD because I can’t go anywhere. You don’t even know how much that frustrates me. I want to try and get it before school tomorrow, but I have a feeling that I’ll be really cool and oversleep again.
Tomorrow is the Earth Day Assembly, which should be cute. Let’s hope it goes well.
27 days until school gets out.
Ahhh. So the wonderful weekend has come and gone. After our little sleeping-prom-night-escapade, Nick and I had made plans to go see a movie, but we ended up just kinda hanging out, which was really cool. We went to Wal-Mart and got some of the prom pictures blown up on this cool new machine that Wal-Mart has .. it’s a scanner (but a better scanner than I have), and your picture comes out newly renovated in like 5 minutes. We were in pure wonderment of it. All of a sudden, I can’t remember what we did the rest of the night, but it was cute because we were together.
The next day (Sunday), we made plans to shoot Nick’s drama video (does it seem like we’re constantly shooting videos lately?). The concept of his video was me, running around in my prom dress. We began shooting around 7:00, and it was perfect weather — all dusky and rainy. At first, I crawled around the neighborhood streets and creeks, and then we went to Geoffrey’s house, where we got these awesome shots around his house and the railroad tracks. The scariest moment was when I had to stand right next to the train tracks as the train came. It was so loud and windy! I loved it, however. After we got all the shots, we put it to Sarah McLachlan music — “Fear” from Fumbling, and “Last Dance” from Surfacing. It looks really cool. But, then again, Nick has this excellent eye for directing, so I didn’t expect any less from him.
Today was a tired day. It was Senior Skip day, so the hallways were virtually empty. I performed my first monologue from my One-Woman Show for theatre, and it came out pretty well. Otherwise, nothing much exciting happened.
Of course, after school, Nick and I alternated between his house and mine. It was raining, so that’s always an automatic comfort for us. By the end of the evening (does it seem like I say this way too much?), I got in one of my I-hate-myself moods. But, alas — Nick always knows how to make me feel better.
School is almost out. I can make it. The New York trip is in two weeks, and then school is even closer to being out.
Tori Amos’ new CD comes out tomorrow! Something to look forward to ..
Well, Prom has come and gone — quite perfectly and wonderful.
Yesterday was such a long day. It began around 12:00, when Nick and I went up to Regency so Vernon, the gay Chanel Counter boy, could do my make-up. The make-up Nick and him had in mind was absolutely dramatic and wild. If you’ve seen the recent issue of “W” magazine with Amber Valetta on the cover, that’s how my make-up was — just about 5 times more dramatic. It was all these fuschias and burgundys and CyberGlows spread about my face. Vernon did Nick’s eyeliner and CyberGlow as well.
After make-up, we hit Carytown for hair. It was such a cute little atmosphere. I just happened to keep ending up with nice people — Vernon was really nice, and Trish, who did my hair, was even nicer. My hair was a complicated, awesome bed of twists and semi-braids .. it was the first time they had ever done that particular hairstyle, so all the hair-place girls were going crazy. Nick also got his hair trimmed, and gelled up to the point where it was never coming down.
My hair took a lot less then we thought, so we got home at 4:30, where we went our separate ways for a bit. I got dressed, and was so excited — just the combination of the dress, the make-up, the hair, the shoes .. it was just a good effect. I thought my mom was going to have a heart attack .. she was even more excited than I was. She wanted me to go by my dad’s work so he could see me, but we were running out of time.
I went back over to Nick’s around 5:30, where I was met with a bit of a crisis. Before I even walked in, Nick’s sister warned me that he was upset because the tuxedo rental place had given him a tux that was about 5 times too big, PLUS he had only one size of shoes — and for his two different size feet, this didn’t fair well. When I came out of the bathroom from changing, I knew he was about to cry. He’s such a FashionBoy, and his clothes going wrong was the last thing he wanted to happen. We managed to solve it pretty much by switching his rented jacket for his dad’s old tuxedo jacket — and he looked good, as usual. He was still a little upset, hence the expression on his face in the picture above.
Nick’s mom took some pictures, and then my mom came over on her way to work, and then Stephanie and Boe met us. We took about a hundred more pictures, and then finally managed to get on our way to the Jefferson Hotel, where we would be dining.
We were a bit late, but managed to make it. On the way to our table, a woman stopped both me and Nick, and asked if we were interested in modeling or acting, and then ended up giving us her card. It was kinda cool — like being discovered or something.
We sat down, and was met with a menu of rabbit and squab — exactly what one would expect of a restaurant of that stature .. Boe and Stephanie were a bit shocked, though. Dinner managed to go pretty well — the energies between Boe and Stephanie were different than the ones between Nick and I, but we managed not to clash too much.
After dinner, it was time to go the Landmark Theatre, where the prom was taking place. It was awesome — on the marquee outside the theatre it read “Thomas Dale Prom” .. that was just cool, for some reason. We walked into the lobby, and saw everyone — flashbulbs starting flying, and we both began to feel like it was the Academy Awards or something. We mingled a bit, went downstairs to the ballroom to see the decorations (which were beautiful — all dark and candlelit and glowy), and then went back upstairs to take our pictures. We did the pose from Dirty Dancing, which I was really happy about.
We mingled a bit more, checking out the dresses, and then went back downstairs, where we proceeded to get in the middle of everyone, and dance — one of those good, fast dances that leave you completely sweaty. Our dances were interrupted for the Senior Walk, where every single senior was announced, as they walked down the runway in the middle of the ballroom. It was a bit long, but we figured we would be doing that next year, so we didn’t mind much. Prom King and Queen were crowned after that, and Kittina won, which I was so happy — that made me realize how honestly cool our school is.
Back to dancing after that. It was so cramped and crowded and fast that we ended up hitting about 134 people — Nick even accidentally punched one girl in the face. We took a few minutes to sit on the stairs by ourselves, just listening to everyone else.
That portion of the night went by fast. We were dancing, and then suddenly, it was over. On our way out, we took armfuls of the decorations — I would’ve taken the entire palm tree, but it wouldn’t fit in my car.
We still didn’t really know what we were going to do for After-Prom. Nick’s mom was working the After-Prom party at Dale, so we went by there first. It was SO sweet — she had already developed the pictures, and framed them, and given them to me all wrapped up. It was such a nice thing. We only stayed for about 5 minutes, and then left. Geoffrey was having a party, and we were planning to go to that, but we needed a little bit of time to ourselves. We went to Denny’s around 1 AM, and though a very skanky place, had good food and coffee. We stayed there for a bit, and both realized that we were completely exhausted. We thought about going to Geoffrey’s party, and we both knew we would fall asleep, so we went back to Nick’s house so he could change, and then we went back to my house, where we tried to watch TV, but Nick fall asleep right away on the couch. I ended up falling asleep on the love-seat.
When we woke up, it was almost 9 AM. We had inadvertently had our own little slumber party — it was so cute. I took him home, with promises of movies later.
So much fun — such a different fun, too, then homecoming. Homecoming was “wild and crazy”, but this was elegantly fun .. like a more mature type of fun.
My hair is still up .. I don’t think this bitch is coming out.
Well, Saturday was quite a day.
Here was what was supposed to happen: For National Junior Honor Society, the members are required to have at least 12 hours of community service. The Science Museum of Virginia offers a program in which it invites younger children to stay the night at the museum, while receiving educational classes in science. Older kids, who want to get their hours of community service, are offered a volunteer position in which they, too, spend the night, while assisting the children. Most NHS members choose this because the program covers all the needed community service hours, and then some.
Betsy, who is a member of NHS, invited Nick and I to join her at the program. It sounded really cool, so we agreed. Saturday afternoon, we all three piled in my junk-ass car, equipped with sleeping bags and pillows, to the science museum. This was the first time I had been there, so when I entered the building, I was completely awed — it’s huge and overwhelming. After being lead down three scary alleys or something, we entered a basement, where we found the volunteer coordinator — Nadine. Nadine was cool; a college student with magenta hair and a tongue ring, but she talked extremely fast and was very vague in her instructions.
We all eventually gathered in the basement, ready to take on the kids. WE was me, Nick, Betsy, Chris and Sarah (the other couple in the group), Tiffany, Kara, Leigh and this random girl named Niretta whom nobody knew. Our directions were this: we each would get 30 kids to take from class to class. That was it. There were three sessions, and all we had to do was take the kids to the class, drop them off, and then come back and get them when it was time.
That part was simple. In between classtimes, we all hung out in the visitors lounge, and called random people on a phone we weren’t supposed to be using. After all three sessions were completed, it was snacktime for the kids, which meant we had to set out their little muffins and juice. By this time, my strept throat was kicking in again, and I honestly thought I was going to die — I felt so sick. Snack went well — the kids were all Girl Scouts, and extremely polite. After snack, we all piled into the OmniMax theatre, which doubles as a planetarium, to watch the movie Everest. The thing about the theatre is that the screen completely engulfs the room, and you feel like you’re in the moment — it makes you completely dizzy, and in my ill state, it didn’t go over well with me. I survived, however, by leaning on Nick throughout out it, and eating this popcorn that Eric, one of the volunteer coordinators, had dropped in our laps.
The movie ended, and the kids went to bed. The rest of us went up and down the elevators about a hundred times, collecting odds and ends, and cleaning up. The hallways in the museum were really creepy and dusty, full of these old artifacts just laying around carelessly everywhere. We were given pizza, which I pitifully couldn’t eat ’cause my throat was screaming at me. By midnight, we moved up to our sleeping area, which was the art room. Now, THIS situation was cute. Nick and I set up our stuff on one area of the rug, while Betsy took her space on a table over us. Tiffany, Leigh and Niretta also took tables, while Kara slept between the two tables, and Chris and Sarah had the opposite end of the rug. Nadine took the hallway outside of the room, and we didn’t see her for the rest of the night. It was cute — we all brushed our teeth, and got all snuggled in our little sleeping bags, and proceeded to talk about prom — seriously — until like 4 in the morning. Even Leigh, who seemed so cutely quiet, got into the discussion. By 4, we were all drifting off, except for Betsy and Nick, who went outside on the roof to talk. They came in a little while later, and we all went to sleep.
Nadine woke us up at 6:40, and we all about died. It took us forever to get ready, but it was cute again, ’cause it was just like a sleepover, with the brushing teeth and everything. Nick and I both noticed that Betsy was being a bit cool to us, but we brushed it off, and went to help with the day’s activities.
We had to inventory some stuff and clean some stuff up, and then it was time to give the kids their breakfast. We set up their donuts, juice and cereal, and Nick and I analyzed all the kids as they ate. There was this one girl who looked exactly like Kate Winslet. It was uncanny, as Russ would say. After breakfast, we went to our assigned stations — Betsy, Leigh, Tiffany and Kara operated the gift shop, while Chris, Sarah, Nick and I did demos. Our demo consisted of “Arctic Shades,” which meant that we taught kids how to make these little paper sunglasses-things. That was extremely cute, even though I hate cut-and-paste type projects. Demos ended, and it was time to watch the Planetarium shows. The shows were optional, but since I LOVE the planetarium, I chose to go, as did Nick and Betsy.
When we got there, we began to climb the stairs to sit at the top, when Betsy suddenly turned and left, and that was when we knew something was terribly wrong. Since there was nothing we could do about it at the moment, we watched the shows, which were indeed pretty bad, and then left.
We received our volunteer-hour sheet from Nadine, say goodbye to everyone, and climbed into the car to go home. When we dropped Betsy off, she was upset and not really talking to us, and we still were baffled.
Nick and I went back to my house by 11 AM, and completely fell asleep. Stephie came to visit for a bit, but we were so tired, and I know we didn’t make any sense. We fell back asleep, and both didn’t wake up until like 7:00, by which time we were absolutely starving, so we made our tri-weekly appearance at Applebee’s. My throat was too icky and achy to even eat, however, and we ended our tumultuous night.
Today, was nothing special. Betsy was still being not-nice to Nick and me, and she and I had a little scene at lunch, which I regret. Ohwell — she’ll get over it eventually. After school, me and Nick went to get my shoes for prom — which I love. They’re all strappy and silver and cute.
Ahhhh. School is so close to being over. It can’t come fast enough.
Well. It’s finally Friday, and it seemed to take long damn enough.
Alas. Today, I accidentally wore a white tanktop with a black bra, and had every single person I came in contact with point it out to me. The honesty at our school kills me.
Today’s theme for me was: MOOD-SWING. I had freaky raging hormones or something ’cause I swung from one mood to another in like two seconds. School was rather boring — worked on the Earth Day assembly (which is ironically like a month after Earth Day) in theatre .. in history, worked on SOL crap. I actually fell asleep for most of that period, and woke up to people screaming my name, which was a frightening phenomenon.
Ohyeah! Nick’s English class finally watched our slutty Macbeth video. I was really afraid his teacher would think it was too racy and inappropriate, but she loved it. She even went so far as to say she wanted to make copies for the other English teachers. Our video is going to become like standard curriculum or something.
So, after school, Nick of course ate dinner at my house, where I had my first major mood swing, from SweetGirl to BitchGirl, and I was like taking offense to everything, and coppin’ a bad attitude for no reason. I tell ya — hormones. After dinner, we gathered our stuff to go to Nick’s, where we would plan out my video this time — a project for theatre. Once we got to his house, we ended up playing/wrestling in a really weird way that wasn’t normal for us, but was funny, anyway. Then his mom and sister came home and we all sat in the living room, and I listened for them talk about Wisconsin and Hawaii for like an hour — I loved it. I swear, Nick has the most fascinating family.
Again, we went back to my house, and waited for Stephanie to call — we would be shooting the video at her house. When she did call, we gathered all our junk together, and drove over there. I was still in my butch-bitch mode, so when I was trying to tell the two of them how I wanted to video to be shot, I came off so meanly, and I felt bad. BUT, my mood passed, the video got shot and it looked really good.
After the video-shooting, me and Nick sat in the kitchen, while Stephie made us breadsticks, Ramen noodles and cherry Kool-Aid. It was a cutesy little mother experience. We then trekked back upstairs, while, for the rest of the evening, we dressed up like fake porno stars. OH, it was great — I was wearing this little terry-cloth dress and huge white boots ,with my hair up on my head, and tons of glitter and eyeshadow. Stephie had on this green silk dress, with her hair in pigtails, and Nick had on these strechy blue CIGARETTE pants of Stephie’s. It was cute as hell, and we made cute, random home videos.
Alas, and here I am .. 12:39 in the midnight hours.
Must go wash this glitter off ..
So, I started to update the other day, but what I was writing was so boring that I stopped in the middle of it, as some readers may have noticed. Anyway, to quote my beloved Kurt Vonnegut, “I was sick, but now I’m well again and there’s work to do.”
Okay. So, I woke up today, and decided I needed at least a slightly diva outfit since today would be the showdown with the GOH. Slightly diva was right — just that one white sweater with the funky zipper in the back, that one weird suede skirt, and those nifty strappy sandals. Instead of coffee this morning, me and Nick sat in his driveway for a bit, during which he brought me a bowl of this sinfully delicious Starbuck’s ice cream, just because I had been craving it the other day. I’m having a lot of cravings lately. I don’t know what that means.
We got to school REALLY late. Spanish was nothing exciting. I ended up bugging the shit out of Jason, and he was already in a “blue funk” (as Mr. Seal says), so my annoyances went even further. Creative Writing was absurdly fun. We had to read aloud from this screenplay called “From the Madding Crowd” (as some may note as a Thomas Hardy novel), and I played a character named Bathsheba Everdene, and Ryan played Gabriel Oak — needless to say, the play was horrible, but fun as hell to read. THEN, I managed to get into this long dissertation with Dr. Parrish, Ryan and Jon Carter on why Mrs. D’Alessio (the GOH) hated me. I was trying to get pepped up to go into battle, which I knew would occur next period, when she would yell at me for giving blood instead of taking her test essay — the infamous incident. Dr. Parrish, who is so good and cute and all that jazzy shit (another KV quote), pepped me nicely, and I was ready to take the GOH on.
Well, I get into English, and all she says to me is, “You haven’t been here. That doesn’t make me happy.” That was it. That was the entire confrontation I had been dreading all during Spring Break. Relieved, but also a bit disappointed that my Creative Writing pep talks were pointless, I sat down. We took the stupidly easy SOL tests .. I was finished in 30 minutes, so I ended up wasting time the rest of the class period and catching up with Scott who I hadn’t seen in like 60 years.
Physics was nothing — we had a sub, and they had to take a test which I was not aware of, so after a few mindless flirtations with the sub, I was allowed to go to the library, where I spent like an hour writing 546789 e-mails to random people, and playing on the internet. I love the school library. It’s so untasteful, but so good at the same time.
After school, Nick and I put in a little time at Applebee’s, where we hadn’t been in forever. Our waitress was new and creepy, and trying a bit too hard, but we went easy on her. We were both kinda in ick moods, so we went back to his house, where we ended up spending an hour looking at all his photo albums — cute? I loved it. I got to see all the people I would meet when I would go to Wisconsin with him this summer, and it was good.
We went back to my house, where we ate dinner. My dad made some really rare, but good steaks. Then, since we were playing the memory lane game, I found all these old home videos of mine and forced him to watch it. It was such good atmosphere — all dark, dusky and rainy.
Alas, and here I sit — at 8:58 PM, wondering what kind of homework I have, even though I know it won’t get done. Ohwell — it’s the thought that counts.
Next week is prom .. what an update that’ll be ..