And they wonder why I'm paranoid...

Just typing away in my own little world while my dad plunks away on piano.
But he's not paying attention.
Now that we have all this glorious free time, he's been thinking up all these projects we can do.
House cleaning projects, not Girl Scout crafts or anything.
We cleaned the windows yesterday. Weeee...
It involved a lot of Windex and Brawny paper towels.
I miss the old Brawny guy. Have I ever said that? He was a real man.
But anyway.
I cleaned the insides and he cleaned the outsides.
There was a frustrating point where he gave me really vague instructions on how to do something involving the vacuum, so, after spending an agonizing five minutes trying to figure out how to put the hose on (I figured it out eventually, lol), I vacuumed up all the dust and dog hair on the window sill.
How dog hair got on the window sill is beyond me.
But that's what I thought he wanted me to do.
But, apparently, I HADN'T done what he'd wanted and suddenly he's at me with all these detailed instructions.
And I got mad because if he'd wanted me to do all that, why hadn't he told me in the first place?
But his response was, "Well, I'm telling you now."
But I thought it was a job well done, and now he's telling me I haven't done the job at all. This wouldn't have happened if you'd told me in the first place!
"But I'm telling you now."
Ugh.
It's strange that we can't seem to communicate, even though we're more alike than different.
Thankfully, David Bowie was playing in the background and brought peace to the situation.
Half-Priced Books is my new favorite store.
My mom and I went on Wednesday, and we walked in to find a mini-Powells, with huge stacks of books, CDs, and stationary everywhere. There were hundreds of movies in wooden shelves that stretched halfway across the store. There was a music section with tons of CDs, new and old. I found Elvis Costello, David Bowie, Morrissey, the Beatles, Fall Out Boy, Rod Stewart, Michael Jackson, and Billy Idol, but ended up buying only one CD.
The teen section had more books than Barnes and Noble.
That section alone was bigger than the entire Used Book Store in Silverdale.
Maybe not.
But I found tons of stuff.
I ended up getting Princess Diaries #7 (the only one I needed besides the pesky 1/2 and 3/4 novels); two of my favorite books, "Chasing Redbird" and "The Boyfriend List"; "The Mother Daughter Book Club", which had cutesy tween illustrations on the cover and looked distracting; and David Bowie's "Changes"; and half a dozen books for my mom, all for only $32.
How amazing is that???
I haven't been this exciting since visiting Tacoma's Borders Books, where I bought two books for $7 each.
Borders is amazing...
...but Half-Priced Books is even better, I must say.
"Changes" is my new favorite song. Well, that and "Heroes". And "Diamond Dogs". And "Fame".
Ugh, my brother's friend is here and they're being irritating and pre-teen-y.
He was playing with Hillary, my Darth Sidious doll (long story).
Just playing around like it was totally okay.
It was not okay.
But I just kept my mouth shut and made grilled cheese.
It was a pretty delicious sandwich, too.

Ninjas strike back

AAAAAAAAAH we're allowed to open our Christmas presents TOMORROW!!! I can't WAIT!
Even though I KNOW I'm getting a cellphone, but I didn't pick it out or anything, so who knows?
Emma got one, too, and it's already being put to good use.
8 days, 6 h, 18m, and 29s till the New Year!
Chinese food and family time...yay...some things never change.
Hopefully a certain cousin won't get to pick all of the food this time.
We want sweet and sour pork!!

You Spread Some Holiday Cheer

You do your best to give time, money, and joy during the holidays. You don't always spread cheer to everyone, but you do the best. Unlike most people, you actually spend time reflecting on the meaning of the holidays. And you worry more about doing the right thing than getting the right presents.

Do You Spread Holiday Cheer?

William's probably going to hate his presents.
My dad and I have to go on a shopping mission after dinner. He hasn't gotten anything for my mom yet.
He calls our neighbors "The Tony's" because he doesn't want to ask their last name.
But he gave them all of our cheese bread. Now he's finished with holiday baking.
Dang. Those were good macaroons.

Please just get it over with!!

My dad has gone crazy and must be stopped.
Ever since I made sugar cookies on Friday, he's been whipping up all sorts of holiday treats.
Yesterday, after I refused to make them, he made chocolate TRUFFLES.
He made TRUFFLES.
Then, today, while listening to Medved, he made macaroons, without chocolate, unfortunately.
And then (we thought he was kidding) I found him in the kitchen cubing cheese for cheese bread! It's in the oven now and it looks like a puffy, sauceless pizza.
And he usually hates when we eat carbs.

I HATE MICHAEL MOSCOVITZ!!! He's such a jerk in "Princess In Training", and SO CONTROLLING!
And people are like, "Oh, when he says, 'You WILL be mine,' I almost MELTED. It was SOOOO romantic."
Yeah. Maybe for someone with low-self esteem and a death wish.
BUt I have a sneaking suspicion that Mia will end up with Michael.
Because he's "changed" and they're "soulmates".
Ugh. If someone pressured you for sex and threatened to DUMP you if you didn't put out, why would you stay with him? I'd drop him immediately.
And they say he was only "joking", because he said, "I'm not going to wait forever," in a joking tone of voice.
But that is NOT something you joke about. You have NO idea how INCENSED this makes me.
Actually, you probably do, seeing as I've been yelling about it off and on since 2007.
Ugh.
Perin and Ling Su are definitely together.
I've been thinking about this, and some people agree with me, but there's a chance that Mia won't choose either boy; Michael OR JP. That would probably be the best ending, showing how much she's grown and how "self-actualized" she is.
This is terrible. I'm getting emotionally entangled with a YA series about a nonexistent principality (soon to become a democracy).

His weak chin shaking in anger....

You Are Macaroni and Cheese

Compared to most people, you are quite playful. You are a big kid at heart. It doesn't take much to make you happy. You live for simple, happy moments. You are very content. You don't try to make life overly complicated. You remain thankful for whatever you have. Even if it isn't much, you make the best of things.

What Pasta Dish Are You?

It's always nice to spend an entire day doing nothing.
Lisa left this morning. Tie told her off for waking up so early.
She left me "The Kite Runner". I'm 100 pages in and it's good, but also sad. It's impossible to completely hate Amir, though, because though his reasons were selfish...I don't know. I just don't hate him.
Poor Hassan, though.
Nazis suck.
"Eclipse" is dragging. I need to finish "The Deathly Hallows" and "Inkheart", not to mention loads of library books, so I'm rather tied up at the moment.

Twins! Clones!! Britains!

I was going to go go-cart racing with Paul and Alexis, but my mom dragged me up to my grandma's house to weed the garden.
However, with the nice, freezing Washington weather, and the sound of "Low Voice" and "High Voice" from Blink-182 (my dad's names for the two vocalists) blasting through the speakers, and a lesson in dead-heading, it's been pretty fun. Dead-heading is cool. Snap it off at the pineapple ring!!!! Then my mom gave me clippers and made me cut up all the soleil. I don't want to brag, but I'm pretty much the best soleil cutter in the entire world.
My grandma ordered Dominoe's pizza, and it struck me that homemade pizza IS actually better. But not if it's made with Krappy Kraft mozzerella.
OMG, "The Prestige" is the coolest movie I've ever seen!!!
Christian Bale's British accent got a little annoying, and Hugh Jackman's character was a jerk, but it was well made, well written, and the acting was half bad.
The ending didn't blow me away quite as much because I figured it out (for the most part), but it was still like, "Whoas!!!"
THE TOP HATS!!!
Although both magician's were sort of jerks, it was a little easier to identify with Borden. Angier was sort of asking for it.
No more band concerts. It's all over.
I still have to go to jazz band on Monday, though. What's up with that?
Yay, I'm Most Valuable Musician or whatever in Jazz I.
I can't wait for high school band!!!!

Go Straight To Jail. Do Not Pass Go. Do Not Collect $200.

I just spent an hour and a half playing cars with little kids, and then having them send me to jail.
Summer small groups at church are working out REALLY well so far. We met some cool families. They all liked Tie a lot. The little kids liked Luke, and he was nice to them, and I let them change his water.
Mmm, ice cream.
"Uno" is a stupid game.
So my dad's dreams finally came true: I like jazz.
Mr. Faxon dragged us all over to North Thurston to play at a jazz festival, even though we were the only ones from our district to attend. Not weird. But it was fun and there were a lot of good bands (even one that played "Let's Groove", which is my favorite song!!!). The Seattle Women's Jazz Orchestra played, and they were pretty spectacular, but the BEST part was going to the Olympia Farmer's Market for lunch. Paul, Alexis, Sarah, and I got German-American food, and I ate all of Sarah's curly fries and mozzerella sticks, but she ate all my ice cream, and then we were all too full....
...and happened to pass a bakery full of the most delicious desserts known to man.
Drat. Drat that stupid ice cream and it's Caramel Caribou goodness.
Talent show, talent show.
I hate the talent show.

George Bush's got nothing on me

Ooooh man. We had THE REVOTE today.
I've been keeping that information relatively secret for two weeks, agonizing over a decision that will affect the entire student body, hoping the results will stay the same.
That was pretty stressful. Drew was out sick, so Mr. Barry had to call and tell him the news. Joanne and Dana, who are usually pretty calm, were really bummed.
Why can't the staff and current ASB count the ballots? Machines suck!
I want nothing more than to eat something delicious and chocolate.
Like cheesecake.
Or a Dove ice cream bar.
HAVE YOU HAD THOSE??? THe chocolate is so thick!!
Mrs. Laners brought Belgian chocolates into the office.
I had two.
Snack switching. Connor's never had a Twinkie?
Daniel ripped out my hair.
Kevin is sliding out of his shirt.
Tyler's hair is back to normal!!! Which is weird, because it's not his actual color.
Sarah pretty much cracks me up. We shared a chicken sandwich.
And I'd been so looking forward to pizza, too.
Jessica pwned us all in math. The whales were going extinct, but Mr. Kovacs didn't know what kind. Maybe sperm whales.
Baby beluga in the deep blue sea, swim so wild, swim so free....

Who WOULDN'T want their stomach pumped?

Oooooooooh, I just realized Drew probably thinks I'm on drugs, or otherwise "experienced".
It's not true!!!!
I can't remember, I can't remeeeembeeer, I can't remember the last time I cried.
CEREAL!
Seems that Doomsday's come early this year.
Cheerios!!

You Are Cheerios

Like other Cheerios eaters, you want to be a responsible adult. But you can't help but still be a kid at heart! You try to make good decisions. You're a clean cut, conscientious person. You're the type of person who would never skip breakfast. Part of you thinks that breakfast is too important to miss... But a bigger part of you knows it's too fun to miss!

What Kind of Cereal Are You?

Open arms, we embrace tomorrow!!
Track was pretty fun. The core workout was ladders again. :) It seems harder than it is, because it's really only 6 and half minutes or running, which isn't so bad.
Oh. I am a sleek black bra. I guess you didn't need to know that.
I was aiming for cotton.
The cotton!
Do it for the cotton.
Sorry. Just in a really good mood today.
Mr. Faxon passed out "Cartoon Symphony" today, and that's a pretty spectacular song. I can't help but want to play bassoon, though.
Um....

What's Important to You... And What Isn't:

For you, primal needs like eating and sleeping are your top priorities. You find getting things done to be incredibly stressful. You don't like having things to do. You attend to almost every priority in your life. You don't neglect much. You want thinking to be a high priority, but you don't take enough time for yourself.

The Priority Test

So Freshman is on Saturday, and the dance itself is probably going to suck, but all of my friends are going with their "dates" (I'm not the only girl going with a girl) and Amanda and I are going for dessert or ice cream or something after. And she's doing my hair.
It was kind of scary, because we thought we had the same dress and shoes, but we don't...I think.
Talking about pizza made me really want some pizza.
I need to cut my bangs again.

Tommy "social pariah" Sullivan? What are you doing here?

After eating a grilled cheese sandwich, some Fritos, apricots, baby carrots, and two cookies, eating a piece of chocolate doesn't mean I'm still hungry.
I have a new appreciation for the song "Headlights" by The Classic Crime. It doesn't seem to be about dead people at all. It's so relatable, too. I keep picturing Matt McDonald sitting with a crying girl in a car. That should so be in the music video.
Dinesh D'Souza's book, "The End of Racism", is astonishingly accurate. He's so neutral it's scary. I found myself grudgingly admitting to some of the typical white behaviors he mentions.

You Are In a Decent Mood

You aren't turning cartwheels, but you're having a pretty good day. Some ups, some downs, but overall you're coming out ahead. And who knows? Tomorrow could be even better!

What Mood Are You In?

I guess so.
Argh, school was good until science when I got a little frustrated. Apparently all problems can be solved with a little assertion, but the rumor mill is a topic not often breached. The wimpy thing to do would be, well, to not do anything, and sit uncomfortably in an increasingly sticky situation, but I don't exactly have the guts to "fix" anything. Yeah, I'm being super vague, but this is SO STUPID and probably would be less of a problem if there weren't certain people involved.
:P
20 minute run. Pretty nice. Shuffling counts, too.
You know how badly I want a puppy? So bad.

7 points

A mere 7 points. Oh well. It was a good game, and I actually got to play. Coach took me out rather early, *ahem*, but it gave me a chance to drink some well deserved Gatorade.
Gah. He also lied about Oakland Bay being on Columbia Street.
OMG, I won the Nervous Game!! I didn't even have to touch anybody.
Ew, The Monkees?
I don't know the French word for bucket.
Ou est le bucket???
La bucket???
How do you say the food is good? Le repas est tres sympa?
Chinese Food and lasagna. Mmm, sounds good.

FM Static's lyrics cure clinical depression.

We're still learning about mental disorders and depression in health, and it's...well, depressing. We had to learn about Ryan (who looked a lot like Egg from Madison Finn), who was extroverted and friendly but took two bottles of sleeping pills and died. They said he had problems at home but never said what they were, and when the interviewed the parents, they seemed to go around that topic.
Later, we discussed gay rats in science. We asked Mr. Henrichsen if he thought people were born gay or early experiences made them gay. Mr. Henrichsen mentioned a test where they cut off testosterone for baby boy rats and those rats presented themselves sexually to other males. That sort of supports both cases, if you think about it, but I'm confused. How do the babies get the testosterone? What causes the testosterone to stop in real life, creating "gay" people?
Ooooh, I remember when John Kerry said that thing about Dick Cheney's daughter.
This article is a bit redundant. And not at all helpful.
Writing WASL today!! Got to skip 3 periods!! But I missed a math test, which isn't good.
All right, fine, it's PARTLY a choice.
Hm, I like this girl.
Chuck E. Cheese on the 27th!!! w00t!

Zebra cakes may be the most delicious thing ever invented.

Argh, soooo not happy with my band teacher right now. Two concerts in one week? I know people who would be like, "So, that's not that many, suck it up," but hello? I HATE band. I'm not some pathetic band geek who composes 50 page solos and salivates over marching bands. I have better stuff to do with my time. Nothing constructive or anything, but I HATE BAND. And I'd much rather be watching "American Idol" than listening to myself and others suck. And they're two LONG concerts, and we play the exact same stuff at both of them. Lame sauce.
I just want something new and NOT BORING to play.
And then we had a basketball game against our biggest rival, and it wasn't too bad, though we lost by almost 30, but it was fun, and I played a few minutes and got to shoot from free throws. Missed both, but hey.
Zebra cakes, string cheese, mangoes, orange juice, Cheetos, South Beach snack bar, pineapple ham sandwich.
Just for lunch.
God has a rather hilarious sense of humor...if you're a masochist. I like worshiping a God that likes to have a laugh, but not at my expense. Oh well.
Trombone playing french horn part with a Latin choir. This isn't a Catholic church!

Gross? Yes. Refreshing? You have no idea.

Aww, I missed my chance to post on Leap Day!!! I was sort of busy with basketball, dancing, and spaghetti.
I kind of love pep assemblies, and I actually got to play with the pep band this time (which is so much better than helping the ASB do whatever they're doing), but afterwards I always feel really, REALLY tired. Like screaming at the top of my lungs and playing "Another One Bites the Dust" is so exhausting.
But the freshmen won (AGAIN), basketball was pretty cool (losing team had to sing to the wrestlers), and the dance was funner than usual.
Who knew dancing was that intense? And sweaty? And fun?
Not like I can dance. And I'll never get "Souljah Boy" down.
Oh well. I love my school.
I'm good to go, and I'm going nowhere fast, it could be worse, I could be taking you there with me.
I'm good to go...and it looks like I'm still on my own.
Heheh, just reread "Princess Mia". I love JP. Kitchen scene = amazing.
"Omg. JP is in love with me. And we blew up the school."
Yay, it's March 1st!!! I love March. Pretty much the best month!
Hey, today was solo ensemble. I attempted to dress nice and ended up looking like a ninja. We'd been pretty worried because Kevin said he wouldn't come, but he came and CONNOR DIDN'T. Argh, not happy with him. Not like we needed him, because he's not a brass instrument and was just doubling on my part, but way to not tell us. Well, he told Micah and Robert YESTERDAY, THE DAY BEFORE THE PERFORMANCE, but not me or Kevin. WE DIDN'T SUCK! It was amazing. Micah got a little off, but he managed to get back on track.
Rodeo cheeseburgers, Burger King milkshakes, Snickers and soda, and lame picture retakes, orange grease that flies off those good chicken wings,
THESE ARE A FEW OF MY FAVORITE THINGS!!!
At this rate, I'll grow another inch and cup size.
Like Princess Mia.
OMG, SIMS UNIVERSITY...I HAS IT.

You don't even know!

There are some things that 15 hasn't quite changed, but it's all good. Heh. My mom, trying to learn my innermost secrets. She doesn't even know.
Cheesecake Factory is pretty cool.
Bacon sandwiches sound really good.
I'm rereading the Harry Potter series. AGAIN. On book 2, and almost done.
Aargh, so I bought this book at Barnes and Nobles, and I'd heard it was pretty good and trendy and what not, but I read the first chapter, and it's so annoying. "Freshmen year? Omg! Best day eva!" Which is exactly how I talk. But the plot is so obvious: two best friends grow apart because the bubbly, extroverted blonde (Marnie) becomes popular, and her loser, shy, brunette friend (Nola) becomes a nerd. -_-
I'm proud to play the trombone, for various reasons. Hee.
This is the coolest Sims 2 music video I've ever seen.

Why DO you have my pants?

OMG this is seriously the best day of my freshman year. Seriously, it was so sweet. Also, I'm wearing my dad's sweats and they're SOOOO comfortable. I need to buy a few pairs at Walmart, because girl sweats suck.
Mr. Caley made it sound like he was going to slave in the kitchen for 10 hours and make us a feast, but he just brought us bread and cheese, so we ate a lot of bread and played Quarters with candy, and listened to Megan's Hannah Montana singing card.
Yaaaay, Mrs. Sims is my freshman date! Lol, not really. It's kind of insane that I'm thinking about freshman date, but I've been thinking about it since like...Thanksgiving?? I just woke up and was like, "I NEED A DATE!" Yeah.
"Congo", by Michael Crichton, is seriously one of the best books I've ever read. Yeah, I know, I say that a lot. Amy is my BFF. THE BUTTON WOMAN!!! There hasn't been any violence since the prologue. Darn.
Aaargh, math was super hard. I hate how Mr. Kovacs REFUSES to help me when I seriously don't know what I'm doing, but he helps Amby all the time??? He'd just finished helping her, and I was like, "Mr. Kovacs, please help," and he just walked away. Aaargh.
I never want to play in jazz band again. Soo tired of "Jumping At Woodside". I had to play my solo like 4 times, and the conga lines were so not fun. No, Drew, be glad you didn't join in.
I hate that darn reader board. I HATE it.
Heh. I got Mr. Campbell some soup and made him some cookies, but he only got 6 because I decided not to use parchment paper, which turned out to be a bad idea, so I made 7 perfect ones out of 19 or 20, and then WILLIAM ATE ONE!!! Aaargh. After I told him NOT TO. I sort of spoiled the "suprise party", but he had to have known before hand. That was sort of a weird period. I talked to Quintin about basketball, had a ribbon fight with DJ, and ate some of Nichelle's cake.
Orchestra people are worse than band geeks. "I have Connor's pants." "Ooooh, why do you have Connor's pants??" "Yeah, why do you have my pants??"
I had to wear a dress today, which turned out to be not so bad. Only some of the compliments were backdoor insults. Thanks, guys.
Nick is racist. At least, his dog is.
I love candy canes.
But not old ones.
I LOVE THESE SWEATS AND BRANDON SALLER!