Prom, peeps to peeps, the letter P seems to make me happy haha

Last night was prom. Mucho fun! I sincerely enjoyed when Zac (:] :] smileys for Zac!) requested Britney Spears from the dj. I'm not gonna lie, she's one of the embarrasing, pop, hit-single artists that I like. Brit Brit's on my shower mix. I have really nice showers.

Next year at The New School will be another adventure: Pirate Prom. It's the perfect occasion to don my peg leg and train Chi-Chi, the lovable parrot, to spew inappropriate words from his beak.

Today there was a p2p meeting. We had a presentation due. Being the procrastinator I am, I did most of my section the hour before the meeting began.

Somehow I managed to have a good idea. I looked up some Italian phrases, thinking that would be a lot more useful than knowing about Italian pre-schools and what exact percentage of Italians speak the different dialects that all sound the same to us uncultured Americans.

So I was the last person to present in my group and at the end I asked that the crowd repeat those phrases after I stated them. I WAS SO RELIEVED after it went so well.

This whole year I've been making a conscious effort to be less shy. It's been a challenge, but I'm slowly seeing the changes. It's awesome, actually having people notice me and not think I'm a loser. After my presentation four parents came up to me to tell me how great I did, and it made me feel really good. Granted, one of them was my dad haha. I respect people who can go up to someone they don't know too well to compliment them and be vulnerable, even if just for a moment.

(I feel really pompous right now, writing blogs about myself has that effect on me haha)

owaertohiru!! I'm currently watching Daisy of Love instead of doing my homework, and I went on yahoo answers to see what song they always play when the incredibly attractive Fox enters the scene and someone on there spoiled tonight's episode! And some girl posted "I feel horrible for Daisy because all those guys on there are hideous (except for 12 Pack but he's kind of a douche). " 12 Pack? Are you serious anonymous yahoo answerer? Out of all the cute, gorgeous, musically-inclined sex gods on the show you had to pick one of the few who AREN'T cute? grrr they didn't even know what song it was anyway. :( The tv just showed a commercial for the show with the awful slogan "Wanna pluck?" because Daisy is a flower, but it sounds like she needs to pluck her eyebrows. haha

I've joined the track team, and I'm SO glad the season is almost over. Running sucks. A lot. At the 1st meet I went to (which was actually the 3rd or 4th meet) I did the 800 m and got fourth to last and at the next meet I got second to last (but I improved my time so it's alllll good). I'm just gratful I haven't gotten last...yet. Tyler got 5th on the mile!! Woo-hoo! :)

I took my IB music exam on Friday. 6 questions, all worth 20 "marks" (Europeans are so cool!!). I was pleased with the extract from a Jimi Hendrix song. haha The exam was two and a half hours long, and afterwards I went to history instead of skipping the rest of the day like we were allowed to. We ended up having the most awkward sub I've ever seen in my life while we watched a movie about Somalia that I didn't understand in the slightest. All the characters looked the same, it was confuzling my little mind. And then band is a joke, so I could've just left school. Lame poop.

I need to start my homework for tomorrow, considering it's almost 10 o'clock. haha but here's a poem I felt like writing. Nothing big, just one of those short five minutes things. I've been feeling happier recently because of my great friends who make me feel better about myself. :) Arrivederci y'all!

Sprouting like kites upon a cloudless beach sky, my butterfly soars with blinding splashes of balloon color.
I am aware that yours is misplaced, but don't fear.
She is alive and well, I feel her heartbeat as you dream fondly of cherries upon nitrous oxide
Mountains
Turning into cliffs
Nightmares become frequent, until I find her
And when I do, she shall be the most beautiful relief
Because flying across fields with flowering gems will be the landscape of the
Future
Some might wonder about you.
But she's there.
An adventure for your light may be in order, and if so I'm ready when you are.
I have uncorked my bottle of comfort because safety never seemed so silly before now.
You make me realize just how wonderful our secluded planetarium is, why metaphors and symbols shooting across imagination's realm bring joy to every core of my skeletal figure.
If a butterfly could be split in two, I would share.
But reality isn't one to humor us.
I will help you in different ways.

With much love,
Optimism

More mother stories, secret names, and P Diddy, not in that order of course :)

"Jessie an Eliza were best friendddddddddxdddddddddddd

That's how far I got before I had to switch to mom's laptop. Why? Because I have lovely moments where I resemble a stereotypical blonde with red hair. (That fragment of a sentence didn't make sense to me, either)

All day the "D" key on my laptop had been a tad on the frustrating side. It wouldn't work, I would just be minding my own business facebooking a wonderful person "la la la I'm starting to become aicte (addicted) to their music...huh???" Because the letter D was no where to be found. It was lost! But I checked the lost and found and snagged it back. I just had to fiddle with it for a while and it would temporarily work.

Later, it became much more of a hassle. The reason why I'm leaving you in suspense and building it up so much is because it's not that great and I'm worried my late Sunday night/early Monday morning post won't be appreciated to its full, potential value.

So the stereotypical blonde move I pulled was repeatedly trying to press the key in hopes that I will just crush whatever crumb was beneath it, if that was even the problem in the first place. As you can guess, it didn't work, and I now have a D key separated from its respective keyboard. I've already named it P Diddy. I enjoy naming inanimate objects and pretending they have feelings. :) P Diddy says hi, or rather "yo homies". That was mean of me, sorry. :(

BUT what I was originally typing was the first thing that mom said to me after her "meditation", aka her snorefest. She scares the cat she snores so loud, and she's deaf!

Mom was telling me about how I have so many friends, and I had to disagree with her saying "But I've got quality friends, which is 54321 (yay numbers that are in order) better." She then preceded to tell me about how when Jessie was little mom would regularly see her best friend Eliza over at the house. Mom likes to talk about Jessie, and so do I. I feel bad when people talk negatively about their siblings and I proudly boast about my sister who's DA BOMB! Half-sister, whatever, same difference. :) When I told her I was writing a paper on her about inspiration she replied "Aww you think I'm inspiration? I always believed I was expiration." and then wrapped me in lots of hugs. Good story, Sara. Thanks, Sara.

Sara says it's fun to talk in the 3rd person, but also confusing, so she'll stop.

Mom never ceases to amuse me. (I stopped) The other day when me and dad were playing, or more rather I was completely dominating dad at, Disney Trivia (yes, you can go shush now) we saw the forgotten box of the Wild Thornberrys game (another game from ten years ago) and concluded that mom now looks like Eliza (whoa! Weird how there are two Eliza's posted in this entry...) because she has braces, glasses, has recently been wearing her hair in these funny little pig tail things, and has the over-all gawkyness that Eliza always posesses. She was really hot in that episode where she takes off her glasses and went swimming in the waterfall, though. haha just kiddding...sort of.

By the way I don't think all pig tails are funny. :)

I got completely sidetracked from my original idea. Mom was telling me about how Jessie and Eliza were such good friends, and she said this:

"Jessie and Eliza were best friends, and would act really silly together. They would come over here and draw what their poops look like...I still have them."

There are many points I would like to make about this.

1) What the hell, mom?
2) Why'd you have to embarrass your daughter like that? I was going to put that as my favorite quotes because it's so funny, but I realized Jessie now has facebook and I'd regret ruining her self-esteem. No one deserves to have a low self-esteem. :(
3) I get that you're a mom and you just want to keep all the memories of your child's youth that you can, but that's going a little too far. Actually, it's not just a little, it's plain creepy.

My mom is soooo awesome. :) I loves her oodles! And I'm not just saying that because she's easy to make fun of. haha

I fear that I'm going to misplace P Diddy and won't be able to put him back together again, like Humpty (haha hump) Dumpty.

I was almost positive I had a higher purpose for writing this blog besides talking about crap (literally), but I can't seem to think of it. The cause was probably because I haven't written in a while, and I remember hearing the same wonderful person mentioned above say about another amazing soul "He hasn't written a blog in 2 weeks!" and sub-consciously got self-conscious (haha, those words are very similar) of how long I'm allowed to wait before posting new entries. So here I am, writing aimlessly in hopes of getting smacked in the face with inspiration. Well, at least the being inspired part.

I wrote a poem a little while ago, and it's horrible. I dislike it greatly, but I'm trying to get over my fear of showing people my writing, so here we go. I wish I could write non-depressing things. :(

JUST KIDDING! I forgot I'm on mom's laptop, not mine, so that'll just have to wait a while longer. :) I'm trying to get over some other fears, too, like getting my picture taken. And being around people I don't know with no friends to comfort me. And fire. And bikes. haha, someone I love told me he was going to help me get over that and then preceded in breaking his foot and couldn't bike. That didn't give away who it was or anything...

I'm not sure who minds being named in blogs and who doesn't, so I've been referring to everyone by clever nicknames. P Diddy the D key's real name is indeed P Diddy, though.

OH! I remember why I wanted to write this! Good thing I just kept rambling until I recalled that fateful Thursday that I knew I wanted to inform all you dudes and dudettes about.

I shadowed at the New School with an amazing soul! (Now you can figure out two people with said clever nicknames haha). It's awesome! I won't go into too much detail, because that will either induce you guys with sadness that I won't be here at KHS next year or will bore you to no end, but I did tell a couple supah cool peeps I might go there the rest of this year and just take IB music and Chamber Choir. I've thought about it and decided I don't want to hassle my parents into driving me so much. Too bad I only have an hour on my permit... haha

It's so amazing there, and it's actually making me reconsider the college dilemma. I think I might want to go right out of high school, since I'll be going there next year and college's will have to actually look at my application since they do things differently there than most other schools. I'd have a better chance at getting in than if my slacker life had led me down the course I was going. (haha, that's a pun, like course as in school. That was lame...) You guys don't have to believe the facts if you don't want to, 'cause we're all entitled to our own opinion, but I love it and am so excited to attend such a fabulastic school! Fabulastic sounds like elastic.

Hmm, I have to wake up in 4 hours so I can get to school early. I'm gonna head to bed (rhyme!). G'night everyone!

Damn it I just realized I missed 11:11. Oh well, there's hope in a little less than 10 hours...

Humorous mothers and sexual pacts, not together you pervs (I was thinking the same thing [and lots of brackets (really long title {sorry})])

So me and mom went to Biddeford Crossing last night, to buy Spirit Week clothes and bond, like every child does on a Saturday night, right guys? While we were in Target we went to the checkout and started placing our items on the mini conveyor belt (those always looked really cool to work!) and mom starts to make small talk with the cashier before telling her, and every other unfortunate soul we bumped into that evening, about this whole fiasco with one of her friends concerning her car. I gave the girl, who happened to be named Sarah (not quite as awesome as Sara, though) an apologetic look. Once mom was done ranting to a complete stranger, she made a horrible joke. It was so bad I almost laughed. Underneath the word "Sarah" on her name tag it said "Target", and mom was like "Hello, Target!", thinking that it was a silly name that no one would ever have, and Sarah stood there awkwardly and explained "My sister's last name is Targett." "Oh...well nice meeting you, Sarah." And we rushed out of there as fast as we could.

We used dad's car, and mom couldn't stop complaining about how she wasn't used to it and that was the reason it would take her several minutes to unlock the car while I was like "Mom! Maine is colder outside than inside stores with hot dogs!" Which made her giggle that really funny laugh that she does when I say something that's not amusing in the slightest but she believes it is and she loses her concentration and forgets what she's doing. One time it took us four full minutes for her to unlock it. Mom's really dependable like that.

Oh right, the hot dog story. While we were still inside and not freezing our bootylicious asses off (eww I shouldn't have mentioned mom in that sentence. Bad mental images! Sorry that I just poisoned you guys...), her stomach growled.

Mom: I want a hot dog.
Me: You always want a hot dog.
Mom: That's because I crave real food.
Me: Because pig fat surrounded by synthetic casing is definitely real.
Mom: Oh, right. Maybe I'll get two to make up for it.

Awesome, Mom...

Then at Panera we were eating dinner (it was more like a snack for me because the only thing I could eat there were the fruit cups) and the entire time there was this guy with gray hair and glasses diligently working on his laptop with several charts strewn upon his table. He seemed really boring, so I barely payed any attention to him at all. Incidentally, this story is about him and I can recall all these pointless, unnecessary details. (I'd be a super good stalker, if anybody needs one) He was sitting next to the glass near the door, so when me and mom left the building (haha, we're both Elvis in disguise. Oh the surprises 21st century living presents us with) she turned left and was right next to him (I said both left and right in that sentence haha), the only thing between them being the glass. She waved, and then left before he noticed. It was so sketchy, and had me laughing hysterically. Apparently she knows him because he's an orthodontist, which is super random seeing as he's not mom's. You kinda had to be there, to see her funny-looking hair flying and that puffy, blue jacket she wears. That's a joke in itself. haha I love my mommy. :)

You know when you post a comment, and you have to type some letters as a security precaution? They usually look like wetgf (that was completely random, but looking back those were perfectly chosen letters haha the gutter is full with my mind) or spell out some completely random word. What I've been wondering about is that little sign next to the box. What the hell is a handicap symbol doing there? Does anyone know what that means? Or is someone clever trying to humor me and make inappropriate wheelchair jokes at the same time? Whatever it is, it's hilarious.

Hearts are wonderful. So are hugs, but that doesn't have to do with my nomadic attention span. There's a heart in the food I'm eating (I'm so scandalous, I eat and blog at the same time, I'm underage! [that was a crappy attempt at humor, don't laugh at that]), and now I think I don't want to eat it. Which is weirder, to eat a heart or to leave leftover food when you're still hungry because of a teenage girlish symbol? In case you were wondering, I used to be a middle-aged man, but the technology they have these days is amazing. It can really work wonders on your liver spots and unwanted appendages.

My hunger won, the heart is gone. And now I'm really sad! T___T The poor heart, I didn't even realize what I was doing. (Wow that sounded super serious, go away Sunday-induced thoughts!) I think because I turned the plate so it faced in a different direction and I couldn't see it clearly.

Grr I dislike Sundays, because you spend the whole day dreading tomorrow, which makes it impossible to enjoy the day off from torture-school. Today isn't as bad because there's a chance tomorrow will be a snow day (dad says I shouldn't even set my alarm. =) [hah! You thought that was the ending parenthesis when it was actually a smiley (let's make this even more confusing [I can't count this high (or this high)])]) (that looked really cool), even if a part of me doesn't want it to be because I want to dress up as Ryan Ross and go to air band. (You just had to go back and read that because my parenthesis made you forget what the sentence was about. [Now you're going to have to do it again (sucker [WOW that sounds like suck her (Let's make a pact to be as sexual as possible [no pics])])]) I'm so excited to have an excuse to wear crazy make-up. Thank God for supremely metro Ryan. (That's not stating he's better than Brendon [this is even funner than awkward conversations (I lost count again [damn it (I wonder how many of you guys are going to try and see if I've messed up)])]) I've barely thought about hippie day, because since my ancient mother was, and still thinks of herself as, a hippie, she can't stop telling me about how different they really are than the stereotype of them is. She's like "We wore peasant shirts..." I have no idea what that is and have no intention of finding out, so I just pushed it to the back of my mind.

This is really pathetic and un-lazy-like (haha, it sounds like lady-like [I stole this idea from someone (you know him {why don't I ever use this thing? (it's such a loner)})]) of me, but I went downstairs and got some more food to arrange in a heart shape. This time I'm going to remember not to eat it.

3 minutes later

R.I.P. Heart-shaped bean meal. I miss you, even though you're inside me (that's so what she said! [sexual pact (another opportunity to do this)])

Salutations, world!

So apparently all my friends have been blogging for a while. For some reason I was under the impression that it was short-lived, but obviously not. Don't worry, though, the crisis has been averted, because I have arrived!

I hope I don't sound extremely obnoxious throughout this. If I do, tell me while air slapping me. Don't actually hit me, that'd be mean.

I'll probably be reliving my day here. Or gushing nonstop about gorgeous musicians, especially the ones that pull at your heartstrings the moment they burst into the chorus and you jizz in your pants. I'm completely in love with music, by the way. And no, I don't actually jizz...usually.

I'll also talk about my opinion on not having an opinion, since I, unfortunately, never seem to have these. I'm too mellow...just go with the flow. Take a chill pill, or even better: a chillaxative.

(Eww)

So the snow delay today was a fail. We had 33 minutes of IB music where we just talked about tv shows, funny yet mildly disturbing Donkey Kong documentaries, Rock Band and how Mr. Murray's son is more musically gifted than his daughter, and the like. Then in English we watched a movie. After, lunch was amazing (as always).

Tyler is so unintentionally hilarious! I'm not laughing at him or anything, but I can't help but double over at the table whenever he speaks. He's just a funny guy, I guess. Some people are born with it, oh how I wish I were one of them...

Then Chamber Choir. It's by far my favorite class. I can't remember what I did with my life before I started singing. Don't take that too literally, I can remember bits and pieces. ;)

So Mr. Murray finally came to his senses and made us only sing some of the Concert Choir songs. When I was in Concert Choir freshman year, I know I was proud of myself and the group. We sang all our own songs, without the assistance of the Chamber Choir. We did a decently good job for the amount of effort we put in, and I knew we would just get better. So then when I got into Chamber Choir the next year I was disappointed to learn that we would be singing all of the Concert Choir's songs. But now it's like a compromise, just some of their repetoire will be covered by us as well. :)

I'm not afraid to say that I teared up when we sang Bridge Over Troubled Water (Yes, Simon and Garfunkel!) Granted, I cry a lot, but it was so moving. And as an added bonus, the sopranos always have the melody. Score! I can't wait to perform our songs, two of them are written by the chordgasmic Eric Whitacre. Yum.

Then Chem...augh. Mr. Bennet must have been in a particularly sucky mood this morning, because there was a lab book due today (yeah, the day after vacation. So lame), so I went in early this morning to ask him for help. He specifically told us to come see him before we passed the book in, so he could check over our work, tell us if we were right or wrong, and give us the information to use on our conclusion section. Well, I would like to say that he was his usual, boring, yet amiable, self (I must've used some of those commas wrong), but he wasn't. I asked him to look over my equation, and he just nodded. So when he left the room I thought he'd be coming right back with an answer sheet, but he never returned.

No, this isn't some crappy folk myth, he just didn't come back from his office, even after me and my lab partner heard him talking to himself in a jovial manner. At first we thought he was talking to another teacher, but reality likes to humor us.

So I guess we didn't do the lab book right, and it's mostly his fault. Oh well, just a silly grade that's not going to affect if I'm a good person in life.

After school I actually got to spend time with my mom, which was wonderful. I hadn't done so in a long time, because she's usually crashed on the coach, on the phone with one of her friends, or wearing this atrocious, green, "sporty" sweater while having lunch with her crew. Yes, in public, how horrifying...

Well, I spent tweleve hours on an English assignment yesterday, so I only got 4 hours of sleep this morning. It's probably time I got to bed. Good night, and pleasant dreams.