You don't have morality; you're a dog!

Ha ha, Michael Medved.
The gay penguins broke up.
One of them moved out.
How sad.
I thought they would last forever.
Athletic shorts!
California was awesome.
True, we only got to see restaraunts and theme parks, but the weather was great, the scenery was beautiful, and the people were...completely fake, but who cares about them?
We were coming back on the plane, and there were clouds and it was just a little bit colder, and everyone went, "NOOOOOOOO, TURN AROUND NOW!"
As Steve so aptly put it, "Why be happy when you could live in Washington?"
The weather here has been great this week, however. 77 degrees today. w00t
"Lagaan" was actually really good.
Or at least enjoyable. And entertaining.
And he picked the right girl. I was so happy.
Now for "Slumdog Millionaire"!
They're making a remake of "Fame"!
I'm pumped.
Grad night is tomorrow.
Ew, dress.

Good haul. Excellent haul this year.

My mom made me drive to Tacoma today.
-_-
It actually wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, but it was definitely very irritating sitting in the car with two parents who thought my tense shoulders and annoyed expression were due to extreme nervousness rather than extreme anger.
Because it's really annoying having your mom sit in the passenger seat going, "Slow down. Speed up. Okay, speed up a little.... Okay, okay.... Lauren! Are you paying attention? He's merging! Okay, just STAY IN THIS LANE. STAY IN THIS LANE. STAY IN THIS LANE. What are you doing? Make a lane change."
And then my dad decided to compliment my driving whilst clinging desperately to the back seat.
Yes, Dad. My peripheral vision is THAT good.
Too bad that, regarding love languages, "Words of Encouragement" is bumped down to #4, right next to "Acts of Service", when I'm driving.
Ironically, we were listening to The Ting Ting's "Shut up and let me go".
But we made it, and now I've completed 7 hours of driving time.
Only 43 more hours to go.
My birthday was fairly EXCELLENT, by the way. Not to brag. It just was. And all my teachers liked my birthday chicken.
I got three of those, along with a pretty awesome promise ring, some giftcards, and a cross necklace.
Then I got more practical gifts from family.
But they all came in pink, which I'm sorry to say I really like.
The party was pretty cool, but things got kind of out-of-hand with a game of Truth or Dare when the sheltered people refused to answer Truths, but didn't want to take part in Dares (yet still insisted on playing?), and then a couple that had broken up a week previous "got back together" and made things awkward and confusing for everyone (especially the guy's Tolo date. Yeah, I know.).
Other than that, though, it was fun.
And there's no school tomorrow, which might just be the best birthday present of them all.
No car, but there's always next year.
And until then, I have a pretty sweet Buick LeSabre I can run you over with.
16 is looking good so far.
I can now legally get drunk in Germany on their crappy German beer! Woooo!

The keyboard: I know it well

You Are "alt"

Some people might find you to be strange, mysterious, and even a bit off putting. You tend to be drawn to and influenced by alternative lifestyles. You're definitely not normal. Once people get to know you, they realize you're interesting, intriguing, and very intelligent. You have a lot of knowledge stored in that big brain of yours. Most of it is useless knowledge, but some of it is very useful.

What Keyboard Key Are You?

I know for a fact I have been hint-y, but when people inquire as to what has made me so incensed, I'm all vague, and, "Oh, nothing."
If you've ever experienced this with me or anyone, I sincerely apologize.
Because now I know how annoying it is.
All my friends are kind of depressed.
But life goes on.
Which is really kind of depressing.
Hopefully the Crazee Chickens will cheer them up.
Because nothing cheers people up like a Crazee Chicken.
They were out of yellow, though, so they'll have to make do with taupe and off-white.
Black and pink decorations.
Kind of anti-party, yet too trendy teenage girl.
Oh well. Not everything can be perfect.
My mom thinks I'm part of a Mr. Darcy situation.
I hope with all my heart and soul that I'm not.
Seriously. I hate that guy SO much.
Which apparently means true love.
That area of my life is already very complicated. Threefold.
My cup runneth over. But not my bra size.
Because that would be just wrong.

Butter my butt and call me a biscuit

Happy Mole Day!
Mr. Rosendale says we're born with 100 God-given exclamation points and we should use them wisely.
But we didn't know this until now, so we all get a clean slate.
They killed Lennie!
It was completely out of the blue. "And I get to tend the rabbits..." BANG!
Gary Sinise can't act.

You Are 35% Hyper

You aren't exactly hyper, but no one would accuse you of being lazy either. You have enough drive to get everything done - with energy to spare. You don't get overly worked up or rushed. You'll happily take your time. And you definitely enjoy your down time. You can only be hyper for so long. Unlike more hyper types, you don't have a ton of interests and friends. You prefer concentrating on what matters to spreading yourself too thin.

How Hyper Are You?

That's for sure.
Today was better. Thank goodness it was a Thursday.
We're having a Halloween party in French, but not on Halloween.
No, we're having it on Wednesday.
"Young Blades" was such a cool show.
It was also a completely historically inaccurate and crappily written (and acted) show, but hey.
IT ONLY HAD 13 EPISODES BEFORE IT WAS CANCELLED!
That's sad.
Well, THAT murder was justified.
But no others.
The pictures of Helen of Troy are never that pretty.

All the world's a stage

"As You Like It" is my new favorite Shakespeare play.
The movie, with Bryce Dallas Howard, is pretty fantastic.
And it doesn't turn into a giant orgy like "A Midsummer Night's Dream"!
Bryce Dallas Howard is a good actress when she's not in a creepy Shyamalan role.
But it was so cute, and funny,
A lion randomly jumps out and mauls Orlando?
Jacques is the bomb. There's nothing wrong with being melancholy.
I'm going to read every Shakespeare play by the end of the school year.
Janessa's party was pretty crazy, what with all the cake and "Grease" and what not.
Then Kristine, Sierra, John, and I consumed large amounts of pork and ice cream.
But not together.
Worship team was weird this morning. It was like no one was feeling it.
Crappy teenage fiction is making me insane.

I love shirtless fauns!!!!

Agh, what a weekend.
So Friday: Daniel calls while I'm watching Hannah Montana and asks when we're going to see "Wall-E". So we decide on a time, and call everyone up, but NO ONE CAN MAKE IT. So we decide to see it Saturday.
But then Jessica calls and asks if I want to see it with her that day at the Rodeo Drive-In. So Jessica's sister takes us and we wait for like 3 hours until it gets dark and watch "Wall-E" (which was SOOO CUTE) and "Prince Caspian" (which sucked, even after the second time around).
Seriously.
The shirtless fauns were nice, though.
And the hot British boys.
And the ADORABLE red-headed centaur near the end of the movie.
Aaaaaah, minotaur sacrificing itself for its fellows: KILLS ME EVERY TIME!
So then Saturday: Alexis calls and says everyone is going to see "Wall-E" again. I go with everyone and watch it and drink Coke and then we go to ToysRus and the mall and play Hide-and-Seek and football for 2 hours.
Then today we had to go to this park for Sunday School and it was hot, so we drove back home for a BBQ with lots of cupcakes.
Agh.
Tie and I spent the last 2 hours lolling about on the bed. Because it's hot and we're tired.
Gah.
OMG I got new shorts and a T-shirt that says, "I love carbs". It's pretty amazing.
I'm going to marry Skandar Kaynes.

Champions and chumpions (and the lies of Disney)

A LOOOOT has happened since Monday, but I have to get all the stupid "Camp Rock" stuff out of my system.
Agh, what a letdown. Seriously, there was so much hype. "Demi Levato is a superstar!" "The Jonas Brothers rule!" "This is the next High School Musical!!!"
Not quite.
"High School Musical" was *ahem* a musical (hence the name). "Camp Rock" is about a large freakish group of musicians that assemble at a Canadian camp, so there was definitely music involved, but not a lot of big song and dance numbers, and none of the songs were really memorable or special. It was just generic Disney crap.
Demi Levato DOES have a great voice, but she didn't do a lot of singing. She had 2 or 3 songs max, and they were short. Also, none of the other characters were all that good. More generic Disney crap, a few Cheetah Girls clones, some uber-stereotyped black and Mexican kids, etc.
Sadly, Joe Jonas was probably the best actor in the entire movie, but that's not saying too much.
I'm not saying the movie wasn't totally enjoyable (for the most part, anyway). It was just a little disappointing.
There were some totally amazing lines, though. Kevin's character cracked me up.
"Which color?" "Those are exactly the same." "So you see my dilemma!!!"
"I wanted a birdhouse so more birds would come..." (you'd have to be there)
"It's the silver rule. Okay, the copper rule." (Okay, again.)
"I was just, you know... MMM, toast."
Awww, my favorite song was probably the stupid finale one. I feel so LAME.
On other non-"Camp Rock" news:
GRADUATION!!!!! It was scary, because I was one of the MCs and I messed up a lot, but the principal said I did great. Sure. It's all right if you're lying. Graduating itself was so weird, because I'm SO not ready to go up to the high school, but it was also like, "Finally, school's over." But only partly. I got a couple awards, but the only one I was really surprised by was the "Outstanding Service" award. Yay, I put my name on a plaque! I don't get to KEEP it, but whatever, it's in the school.
Argh, do NOT want to go to the high school next year. Me and a bunch of my friends auditioned for Wind Ensemble on Tuesday and only two people made it. I wasn't one of them. It kind of made me feel like crap, because I know it wasn't personal, but the guy who DID make it in my place has been playing trombone for 2 years, and if I've been playing for 5 and he's better than me, how much do I suck?? I guess I've always been really cocky about my playing ability, but it turns out I was totally wrong.
So that kind of sucked.
But then I went to Alexis' youth group w/ Alexis, Daniel, and Jessica, and Daniel ripped his hand open; Alexis, Jessica, and I called our team "The Poofters" (for all you Kiwis); and then we watched "Charlie and Candy Mountain" AND the sequel about the Banana King.
Yeaaaah, at my grandma's AGAIN. High speed!! Woooh!!! We're just hanging out and partying (although my grandparents are in bed). There is an abundance of brownies. Their neighbor tried to bring over 3 pans of pudding filled double chocolate brownies.
I love that man.

Hell is other people

Lethal combination:
Very little sleep + PMS + negative feelings = torture
The Sunday School drama continues. So I skipped it today. And I only felt a little bit guilty.
Come on, I spent the entire time reading "My Utmost for His Highest" by Oswald Chambers.
So basically, it's not just that I hate Sunday School; it's also that I AM the stuck-up unfriendly b*tch everyone thinks I am, and I could care less about making friends.
Not like I'm proud of it, but skipping Sunday School might become a normal occurance.
Jessica's party was fun, though. We watched "I Am Legend" and messed around in the hot tub talking about the freshmen and stuff.
"I Am Legend" wasn't that scary, just really intense. Too bad Bob Smithouser spoiled the entire thing for me. Whatever. It was good. SAM!!! "Sam, protect Daddy!"
Cake. Monkeys. Shells. Sweet. Yeah, baby.
Don't ask.
Aaagh, my dad listened to my shuffle up to 444!!!
Ha, Josh Groban.
Hey, we saw Matt and Anita (and Katie) at church. They're thinking about going there from now on (thinking being the operative word). Cool.

Time of our lives

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH I LOVE PEP ASSEMBLIES!
Perks of being a freshman:
Get to eat in courtyard.
Get to wear crowns on Spirit Days.
Win EVERY ASSEMBLY.
We pwned. And people actually sang the Banana Song. We added the mullet verse. It was pretty sweet.
I can't sing Sharpay's harmony.
I want to be emcee next time. And we should do the dancing game, the one that Mr. Barry rejected.
I sort of lost my voice. And I can't sing.
But I'm eatin some carrots.
HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL 2 IS SO COOL!!
It said so in A&E this morning.
I'd rather face a seven footer straight up in the post.
Never mind.
I love being prez. Sort of.
French is cool. Only he made us memorize all the tenses like a million times.
Mr. Kovacs is cool. I actually understand SOHCAHTOA better now. TRIG! O! NOMETRY!
School is so great. Gotta love it.
Yeah. My life is just a big ball of awesome. Can't even describe it.
Aaagh, I need to finish my book journal.
I mean, YEAH! I NEED TO FINISH MY BOOK JOURNAL! BAM!

And scene

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah it's good to be back.
True, I was only in Port Ludlow for two days.
And that's like half an hour away.
And I practically had all the comforts of home (except I forgot the generator for the Gamecube so I couldn't play that, but I'm not really complainin).
And good food.
But it's nice to be back.
I only have three cousins left in the world. Well, not really, but most are hecka older than me and are at college, so I'm the oldest cousin now, followed by William, then Braeden, then the twins.
All my cousins are mentally insane.
OMGEEZ, A DIGIMON POLL!!!!
I voted for Kari and TK...of course.
Best couple EVER.
I HATE DAVIS.
Pretty much.
We listened to HSM 2 a lot in the car. If there's ever another HSM play in the area, I will be Sharpay. She's so evil. I LOVE IT!
I'm reading "The Pursuit of Happyness", the autobiography of Chris Gardener, and it's way depressing. So far it's mostly about his early childhood and his teen years, and he had an abusive stepfather, he lived in the ghetto, and he got raped by some random guy who stole some stuff he was hustling. So sad.
Ugh, I think my estrogen levels are up today, cuz I keep crying about random things. I was watching "Pooh's Heffalump Movie" and it made me want to cry. Then I was watching "The Parent Trap", with Lindsay Lohan, and that's like my favorite movie ever, but even the crappy finale with Dennis Quaid and Natasha Richardson brought tears to my eyes. AAAAAAAAAAAGH.
Pretty much. I love you all!!!
Sharpay-ly yours...Duck.

And the party never has to stop.

YAY that was pretty amazingly envigorating, kids.
And this quiz felt pretty appropriate.

You Are a Log Ride

You prefer to live a fairly calm, relaxed life... with a few surprises thrown in. You don't tend to get yourself worked up easily. You can roll with what life throws at you. In relationships, you are steady and solid. You maintain a pretty broad perspective on what's going on. That's not to say you can't get swept away. You're emotions run as deep as anyone else's. Your life seems like it has been remarkably easy so far. But that's due to how you manage it. You never stretch yourself too thinly, and you think out your decisions carefully. Taking the time to enjoy each day is important to you, and you don't let your emotions rule you. You stay the course and do what's right... knowing it will all work out in the end. At your best, you are tolerant and understanding of other people's quirks. You take "go with the flow" to the extreme. Even if you don't like where you're going. At your worst, you repress your feelings and end up being a little tightly wound. You definitely have some explosive emotions that occasionally come to the surface!

What Carnival Ride Are You?

Wow, that was fairly accurate. The whole "at your worst thing" anyway.
Yeah. Pretty crazy.
Let's just save I love fairs. Carnivals. Whatever.
There were a million 4-H animals. Especially horses. :) We watched Emily's friend pwn in the halter/showmanship thingy. Patriot was so beautiful. She ended up getting second in her first show. There were so many paints, it was craaaaazy.
I loved the rabbits, but realized Luke would never ever ever be a show animal. It was slightly depressing. He wouldn't sit on the table with a nice posture, and he'd sweat and his nails would be discolored. But kind of funny, because he'd probably attack the judge.
My nose is all sunburned. I watched a really stupid hypnosis presentation. Some old guy made out with his wife and stuffed napkins down his pants and did a tap dance. The mood ring I bought it sort of a fluke, I guess, because the whole time it said I was in love or having wild sex. When I got mad at it, it turned blue green, which means relaxed. Bull. But it looks nice. It's a little star.
Hm. So I married Oliver Wood. And we had a kid named Christopher Oliver Wood. Personally, I like the name Michael better.
Dang. Athena and Destiny are like the best girl's names ever. Pretty much, yo.
Lol. We only went on three rides. Hangliders is amazing. I hope we get to fly in heaven. Either that or play Quidditch, because I would pretty much be the best Quidditch player ever. On the Ferris Wheel, I was watching two little kids and they kept saying, "Oh no, we'll get stuck here forever and die!" It was pretty amusing. The Octopus was cool and only a little painful. My head still hurts.

Shakespeare would be insulted...

We can sleep as late as we want to....yeah.
I love this CD.
My chest hurts.
But in a good way. If there is such a thing.
We're gonna relax and renew. You. Go. Do.
I'm going to the fair today! And apparently I get in free because I'm in the military. Only not. Because I'm 14 and this isn't World War II. Meaning my grandpa lied about his age and fought in the war.
Yay fair! I just wanna see the cows and horses and maybe get a hot dog.
WHAT ABOUT US? WHAT ABOUT EVERYTHING WE'VE BEEN THROUGH?
What about trust?
You know I never wanted to hurt you.
What about me?
What am I supposed to do.
I've gotta leave, but
Both: I'LL MISS YOU!
It's sad, but it makes me laugh.
I'm going to put the lyrics to "Your Guardian Angel" in my profile, kids.
Dude! What have you gotten us into?
Yeah. Pretty much.
I don't think God put it in me to become a playwright. I had to write two shorts skits for school. I hope everyone else's is as bad as mine so I don't fail life.

Not even the thrill of animated horses...

I tried to play "Legacy of Rosemond Hill", but found it really boring for some reason. I don't know, getting an animated horse's health up to 100 by walking around doing menial tasks has lost its appeal.
Heeeey, my room is all switched up. I know have a bed that actually touches the ground and it looks a lot better. It also makes me look like I'm living in a closet, but for the next 4 years it's really amazingly great. And everything is even more organized and THERE'S A PLACE TO PUT ALL MY CDS SO THEY DON'T FALL OFF THE BOOKSHELF. Baaah, I have this starry fabric that would make some nice curtains... Must be my Martha Stewart instinct. Wizard fabric, mwahahaha.
Aaaaaaaah, I love how no one takes my lineage seriously. Cuz Mac was all running around and killing things and his grandpa was like...hold on, a dialogue would be so much easier.
Mac: *running around killing things*
Grandpa: He's very rough-and-tumble.
Mrs. Maug: That's his Scandinavian blood! [Mac is so obviously Scandinavian, because of the white blond hair, blue eyes, and chubby cuteness. Wait...]
Me: Hahaha, yeah, same here. [Or something really stupid like that]
Adults: *blink and stare for 10.9 seconds.
Or maybe it's just because I'm weird.
Okaaaaay...everyone in our family (well, most) is supposed to be eating tacos here. At our house. It's 2:00 and NO ONE IS HERE. Dumb.
What is my party song???
Ew..."Girls Just Want To Have Fun" by Cindi Lauper...OH! "U Can't Touch This" by MC Hammer!
MUSIC HITS ME SO HARD, MAKES ME SAY, "OH MY LORD!"
I party fun-like. Right.

HE WAS MY SON!

Let me just say, before I start, does anyone else hate those old school keyboards with the really small backspace keys?? Cuz I broke my pinky during basketball, so I can't reach the stupid small ones anymore, and it's annoying trying to erase something misspelled like botos (boots) and having a million little slashes.
\\\\\\\\
Anyway, the fun continues with "Miss Popularity". You know you love it.
Went to the stupid party. There was music, I gave him my present, and that was IT. Kind of a lame party, no? His stupid best friend (Meg, lol) made me choose the music. Finally got the whole "talking to people" thing. Apparently you're supposed to listen to them because they actually know what they're talking about. :O
Jack liked the cello thing. Just as I was about to kiss him (??? fine by me) when his ex-girlfriend comes up. Kind of scary, and this happened multiple times, there's this whole crappy scene leading up to the kiss, and in the end I end up hiding behind him. Wth????
So his ex-girlfriend is a skank. Big surprise. And she's mean and has the nerve to call off the party early. But Jack, being an idiot, listens. So I leave, and WHAT'S THIS? I get a text message from Aleesha (my best friend) that he's at the cafe with Skanky????? She tells me to put a stop to it. So I do. Rowr, cat fight. Unfortunately, the whole thing does not escalate to a catfight. The people with exclamation points over their heads tell me to be honest and not yell. So I have to BEG her to stop seeing Jack, but then she tells me my outfit sucks. So I have to buy a NEW outfit. Yes. ANOTHER one.
The tagline for this game is "Your Friends. Your Choices. Your Future." It should be "Taking control of your destiny, one outfit at a time". So I buy the stupid outfit (which includes a manicure this time) and have to go find Jack, and it turns out he's done with her, and he likes another girl...
Another near kissing scene.
But we're interrupted by a French girl. And, because he seems taken with her, I run off crying.
Had no choice. I swear, if I could control every action of my character, this game would be a whole lot different.
Oh, silly me, turns out she's his COUSIN'S GIRLFRIEND. Right. So you're having an affair with your cousin's girlfriend? Jerk. But I still have to buy movie tickets that I think he would like (with help from the wise movie ticket taker) and take him to the movies. Isn't it the guy that pays for the dates? I already bought you a present.
And he loves the movie. I must've read his mind. And then he's all excited about this school festival thing. The orchestra's playing. Oooh, sounds like...fun.
And MORITZ IS SICK WITH CHICKEN POX! WHO WILL TAKE HIS PLACE????? Well, I will.
And that means a choreographed dance routine, guitar playing, and invitation passing. Which I fulfilled.
Finally, Jack has the courage to ask me out.
ARE YOU SERIOUS? HOW LONG DID IT TAKE? So I say, "YES!" Actually, the very creepy reply was, "From the moment I met you, I knew you were the one! I was too shy to say hello, because I thought you wouldn't like me! Of course my answer is yes." Surprisingly, this didn't freak him out.
So the big kiss finally comes.
I can honestly say now that I kissed Jack White.
Haha.
I'm playing it again with the skater guy. I used my real name, but the skater's name is Pete Wentz. Gross. Oh, I got Amy Lee in there: she's my best friend. The skater's clothes are really expensive, but it's more fun than the musician. I've almost beat it, so I'll finish it and play with the athlete tomorrow.

Typico

Before I start on my rant (sort of?? Or is it a rave? I've heard them both used positively.), JOHNNY COME LATELY GOT IN THE TOP 20 ON AMERICA'S GOT TALENT! So did Fault Line, but the Redneck Tenors and the barbershop quartet didn't make it. Probably because the tenors were fat and the others were black. That show is so biased. There was this other guy who was fat and they didn't send him through. Only Marie was mad about that and I was kind of happy since I didn't think he was that good. The stay-at-home dad reggae singer made it. Shweet. Ew, so did the 14-year-old country singer. HATE HER! They couldn't give the 25-year-old her big break, they were just all, "Oh, bla bla bla, you're young, follow your dreams, and get raped and crushed by Hollywood! If you win, you'll be forgotten in 5 seconds, but go for it!" I wondered if she'd had to sleep with THE HOFF to get that result, but Mom said that was illegal. Yeah, Mom, but this is showbiz, and she's a no-talent country singer. Maybe I just hate country.
Why is "Sweet Sacrifice" like the best song on "The Open Door" and it's also the shortest.
I'm seeing a pattern here.
Of course, like ALWAYS, I managed to figure out "Miss Popularity" eventually after I screamed myself hoarse. Whoop dee doo. Turns out you needed the mouse. Which bothers me. Not the mouse thing, but I do have a bad temper. And all those that know me and are like, "Hahaha, you're so VIOLENT!" Yeah, but I that's not when I'm MAD. That's mostly just when I'm annoyed or joking around. But when I'm mad, I just yell at people. Really loud. So that's something I prayed about yesterday, cuz it's MESSED UP, but the "violence" will not stop. Hahahaha. Hahahaha. Screw you.
Wow. Um, moving on.
But speaking of "Miss Popularity", it did meet expectations: sappy, biased, all-white computer game, where the main character has an IQ of 10 and wears chic outfits, giiiirl.
Yeah. I'm going to summarize the WHOLE GAME so far, suckas. WHO'S LAUGHING NOW!!!???
I personally love how it opens. Your character (after choosing her hair. Yeah, they let you "customize" your character by choosing one of three hairstyles and one of 4 colors. Yaaaay.) is all, "*hip thrust* I'm waiting for my best friend to call. *hip thrust* We were supposed to get in touch." Yeah, and I named my character AMY LEE. I suppose I'm kind of obsessed. But I can't see Amy Lee doing a hip dance.
So I have to meet said best friend at park, where I describe my "dream boy" to her. You get to pick one of three personalities: The Sunny Boy (ooh, that sounds attractive...and possibly gay), The Rebel (SOOOO TEMPTING), or the Romantic.
Guess who I chose?
No, not the rebel. Because apparently musicians aren't rebellious. Just romantic. And they're not turned on by originality. They prefer romanticity. Is that even a weird?
So I go to school and am given three options of how to approach said dream boy (HAHAHA, his name is Jack White. I had him wearing leather pants for a while. It was pretty funny. But he's apparently not allowed to wear red, something the real Jack is all about. Oooh well. And his best friend's name is Meg, lol. Unfortunately, his best friend is a boy. Oops.): Delight (OMG, IT'S YOU! *drool*), Chewing gum (Only I didn't say anything. He was just all, "I FORGOT MY NOTES!" Escape route???), or Excuse ("Do I know you?").
Wouldn't running up to a guy you don't know and screaming, "OMG, IT'S YOU! SHE WAS RIGHT! YOU'RE REALLY HERE!" scare some people?
Most guys I know would be like, "Wth? Psycho..."
Actually, all the guys I know would be like, "AXE MURDERER!"
But yeah.
So I have to ask around and find out he practices in this club thingy most of the time.
But they won't let me go in there. Because my outfit doesn't say I am a musician.
MY BAD.
I can't help it that my character was given a gray shirt and brown jeans to start out with. NO LIE. So basically I'm poor.
And I bought this hat with the money I had (because they won't let you buy ANYTHING else until later levels, which is lame), but they didn't like that either. Bought new shoes...but no, wrong shoes. So I was trying to get all my skillz up (Education, because you need to be well educated to deliver newspapers. Yeah, sure. Music, because I'm going after a musician. Duh.), but I couldn't get my Romance up.
WHY? WHY WHY WHY?
Because I needed sexier clothes, that's why. And I'd bought the wrong hat. MY BAD.
So I bought this hideous headband and that convinced the bouncer I was musicianish enough. Then I had to lie to Jack's best friend (remember, his name is Meg. Okay, I had to lie to MEG.) that I was on a date with Jack, so he made me play guitar for him.
I DON'T KNOW HOW TO PLAY GUITAR. Thank goodness it just involved hitting number keys 1-6. Then he was convinced. But Jack wasn't there to here my stellar playing, so I had to go the next day, after telling the bouncer the secret password (which was Groove Club? ??????). And Jack was so amazed by my skillz that he bought me ice cream.
Hoooow romantic. And I had to act like I knew a lot about music, which I sort of do, DO YOU NOT KNOW WHO MY FATHER IS YOUNG MAN, and he asked me to go to the disco with him.
Which mean a new outfit.
But my best friend sucks. She was all, "You need an original outfit, so I bought a bunch of clothes to enhance my originality." Yeah, so I spent $100 on new ORIGINAl clothes, and the bouncer was like, "I'm sorry, your outfit is not romantic enough." WHA? That's one I've never heard. Okay, thanks, pal, next time I'll remember to wear something lower cut.
Forget that you're underage. You're just not romantic AT ALL. So I had to run around doing neighborhood chores (like walk the dog that is basically dead. It's one scary looking dog.). The one good thing about the original clothes was it allowed me to paint an airbrush picture. Which gave me $28 in one sitting. Pretty shweet.
Let's review how realistic this game is: Everyone is white. All the girls are at most a size 7. The guys are mostly emo or skaters. There is the occasional fat guy, but he's always a nerd or a bouncer.
Oh, and parents are totally cool with fishnets, miniskirts, and tube tops. Especially if you wear all three together. They are SO COOL with that.
Yeah right. My parents would beat me to death with a stick.
Go to the disco. It's lame. People dance with hands on hips. Then Jack asks me to help him hand out invitations for lame orchestra concert.
NO ONE GOES TO ORCHESTRA CONCERTS! Family, maybe, and sometimes friends of the players, but no one in their right mind would go, "Hey, orchestra concert! Sweet, I'll go, since there's nothing to do but go the disco!"
Also, what's up with disco? Isn't that a British thing?
But Jack apparently forgot that conversation, as he went out with my best friend and BLEW ME OFF.
The game began to get more realistic.
Then MEG STARTS HITTING ON ME! WHAT IS UP WITH THE WORLD????
So I had to play dumb and be all, "Who you talking 'bout, baby?" when he was all, "There are nice guys ALL AROUND YOU. You just gotta OPEN YOUR EYES!" Riiight.
So I set him up with my best friend. Then I made up with her, AND Jack, and he invited me to his birthday party.
What? When did this happen? So I went and bought him a present: A leather music case. Girly, but he's probably going to love it.
I say probably because the stupid game won't let me give it to him. I have to buy a NEW OUTFIT first. Yeah.
So the neighborhood chores and clothes shopping continues. This should be fun.
To be continued...

Wicked

YAAAAAAAY I LURVE FIELD DAY! I swear, it was amazing.
First of all, the talent show was lame, just like last year. When people think talent show, they automatically think, "I'll prove to the world that I have no musical skillz." Two people sang Evanescence: One did pretty good (a capella, too), and one not so good. Bad.
But then this kid Marcus surprised everyone by singing "Wonderwall" while playing guitar. It was REALLY GOOD.
There was also this girl who sang and played guitar (like 20 people did that...:P), and Sarah on piano playing the "Kingdom Hearts" theme.
FIELD DAY! The field part was dumb, but after lunch I just did karaoke with Harmony and Amanda for like 20 hours. Pretty much awesome.
I want a karaoke machine.
And then I came home and tried to sing Evanescence, but I couldn't. :(
WHOPPERS!
Yeah.

More potatoes, and please pass the steak sauce

That's actually from an "Ugly Duckling" song. "Pass it On", if you want to know.
I basically spent the whole day at Island Lake at Tori's party. Ate way too much cake and candy. And only one burger. No hot dogs.
I think I broke Kyle's hand.
So it was kind of depressing at the end.
lalala.
I played PLAYMOBIL this morning. And I FINALLY removed the keychain part from the top of the fireman's head, so he is the "barely there" husband of the pediatrician. There's a lot of drama going on in my little village.
I can't think up names for people. I have PLENTY of names for the animals. People...not so much. The prince and princess are William and Harriet, though.
Though no one cares/picks up on the irony of that.
Or maybe it's not irony.
I dunno.
But the pediatrician is mad at her husband because he's "never there" and he doesn't bring home enough money, while some little farm chick is mad at her father's favoritism, but her family is too busy to notice because they recently had to sell their beloved goats.
YESSSSSSS I lurve Playmobil.
and some ranch family sold their (adorable!) horse to the fireman. And the jester guy (who is not gay, I've decided, and used to sell ponies) rebought the billy goat and let it graze in his next door neighbor's backyard, while the two goat kids have been sent off to fight in the war. Ironically I've created a war situation where most of the horses and the unicorn, along with the royal guard (bunch of loser french guys), the duke, and king sit on the horses and pretend to be off to war. It kind of reminds me of Iraq.
The willow spoof is kind of boring. There are some scenes where I can think up jokes...but there are some where it's like...I'll just type boring dialogue.
:P
Still haven't added to fanfic. It's a scary thing, that fanfic.

Not often that I slip up

IT'S JUST MY LUCK!
Finally putting this song on my ipod.
AND "I'll make a man out of you".
AND a lot of Disney songs, because my dad checked out like 8 disney jams cds from the library.
I have to take "This Ain't A Scene..." and "Thnks Fr Th Mmrs" off my ipod.
-_-
And it kind of had been awkward listening to it with my DAD in the car and stuff and I know I don't want to slip and start singing that, so I KIND OF agreed and it was a little bit of a relief.
BUT COME ON.
Because they never do any of this kind of thing to Nathan or William.
Both my parents willingly advocated a CD they KNEW had like 50 million F-words on it, because it was the "cleanest" of that artist.
And they let William sing Led Zepplin and stuff and BOTH of them KNOW what it means.
But I bring home Fall Out Boy and they're like, "Don't sing it, that's BAD."
I didn't even like "Thnks Fr Th Mmrs", but I did like "THis Ain't A Scene..." and if they're going to be all serious with me about my "music choices", they better do it to their other kids too.
Just because I'm a girl, probably.
And it's not like I've been totally rebellious about my music choices up until now. I've been all good at choosing good, clean bands, mostly Christian, but now I want to listen to music that isn't just MEDIOCRE!
Grr. It just ticks me off.
I had nursery again this week because William was sick. Olivia is leaving forever. I am sad. Brendan can tap his toe very well. Jada didn't cry this week. Jaylin threw a bunny at me. Matthew is as talkative as ever.
My mom gave me this Playmobil prince (wth??) for Easter, so i decided to colonize my Playmobils once more. I'd forgotten I had three white horses (gray, there's no such thing as white), and there's three of the French Guard or whatever, so that works well. But now I have two prince/kings, one princess, and two extra kids, and bigamy is SOOOO not cool. So I had to make one of them her brother???? But I still wanted the little kids to half brother and sister. DUnno why. Adds to drama. And then I had two guys left, same hair color and everything, and like three orphaned kids with the same hair color, and I didn't want MORE single dads (i had like three), so I was like, "Hm, should I make a gay couple, or should they be brothers?" BUt my mom freaked out when I said gay couple, so I just made them brothers. And the jester uncle is hitting on the pediatric nurse/single mom, so their family might grow, making them have two boys, a girl, and a unisex baby. Plus a cat. And a dog. I think I'll make the baby a girl. She looks like one. Then like every stupid kid has a flipping pony. And then I didn't know quite what to do with the unicorn, but the prince/king has lent his charger to the other prince/king and is riding the unicorn to war, a la Peter. From Chronicles of Narnia.
WHY AM I SUCH A NERD?
Oh well.
I officially cannot play guitar and jump at the same time. Not even an inflatable guitar.

Lieutenant Dan! Ice cream!

Waaaaaaaaaaaaah my legs hurt. I have to run a mile...and I don't want to. Not in shorts. Not in pants. Not in Converse. Not in running shoes. Not in a sports bra. Not with my ipod. But my mom is MAKING ME. Because my psycho physical therapy/coach SAID SO.
Grrr...
I had REALLY weird dreams. Like I was watching this Pokemon movie? And I beat the last boss. And then it was Diner Dash? And I didn't get chocolate cake because the movie was over. :( And then I cussed out my mom and brother for being mean and she WOULDN'T LET ME GO SHOPPING!!1 I don't know, it was a total travesty when it happened.
Wow this quiz is totally going in my picks list.
The last part of my dream involved really weird couples with huge age differences and shape shifting dogs.
NEED A LITTLE SPACE TO CLEAR MY MIND...BUT I'LL BE FINE.
Haven't listened to this song in a while.
NO ONE KNOWS!!
I still have Trevor.
Wth?
"He's just a boy who doesn't know what's right in front of him, and she's just a girl who never learned to let go."
Laaaaame.
Jason answered the phone in Office yesterday. It was pretty amazing. Vanessa and I were so proud.
Dodododododo.
I really want Vans.
BUt then I read this book about a girl from a religious cult and there was this really tall lesbian caseworker who had fallen arches and I was like, "OMG, I NEED ARCH SUPPORT!" and I was paranoid the WHOLE DAY because Johnson said Converse could destroy your arches and I was like, "NOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
What kind of Vans should I get? I know someone out there in the country will probably have the exact same pair as me, so I won't be totally unique, but I do know which ones to possibly avoid.
1. Classic checkered black?
2. Checkered turquoise...dang.
3. Shamrock...shamrocks yes, whiteness no.
4. Not the one with pigs on it. Because it's weird.
AAAAAAGH I went to Journeys and was looking at all these shoes and tried to get my mom to buy me a new backpack, but she said it looked like a diaper bag. Then she tried to convince me to get the checkered messenger bag, and I was like, "NO, IT'S NOT AS GOOD." and then we both saw the pinstriped messenger bag and were like, "NO."
for good reason.
Only her reason was different than mine.
Wow, that's a good quote:
Oh I wish life was like Disney World, where dreams come true and the only thing you have to worry about is puking after you ride Space Mountain 15 times.
WOO HOO!

PUT HER IN A BLENDER!

Wow. Emily pretty much had the best party ever. We all played Mafia, followed a bogus menu, ate cake and mints, and had a rockin good time.
And I was wearing a DRESS. I love this dress, though. Makes me feel semi feminine.
RUMOR CONFIRMED: Everybody DOES think I'm a lesbian. Especially GUYS. So part of my day was spent sulking. Because I'm not WRONG, I'm not IMAGINING things, it's TRUE, all guys think I'm GAY, and will never be interested in me because of it.
OOooh, lookit.
I'm dating Joe from FallOut boy. I didn't even know there was a Joe.
I really could go for a coconut cream donut. But I'm soooo not hungry right now.
I'm so dehydrated. I forgot to put "Definitely Maybe" on my ipod. :(

Isn't it wonderful? I don't know if it will actually show up...
Ew, if it says Barak obama is a hottie, I will kill myself.
I actually have nothing against Barak. I just don't think he's hot OR sexy, he's anti-war, which is ANNOYING, and, unfortunately for Mr. Anderson, I am NOT a Barak advocate.
Aaaaaargh.
Hm, I have low Oscar knowledge. oh, the N, and their fun but stupid quizzes.
JOE FROM FALL OUT BOY!
Man, I got ONE question right. I suck. Oh well, it was about Oscars, something no one needs to know about. Now am I destined for stardom?
All Johnson did during practice today was make us do Around the World (I MADE A LAY UP) and talk (YESSSSS) and I got to leave early, so it was all goooood.
Yesh.
Results pending...
I'm destined for a QUIET sort of stardom??????
Well, yeah, I want to write a book, BUT A TV SHOW WOULD BE NICE!!!!! It's not like TV hosts have TALENT.
Okay, I REALLY have to see who's my presidential hottie soulmate.
Ew, weird: Stand underneath my window at midnight screaming my name, despondent.
AAAAAAAAGH!
RESULTS PENDING!!!!!!!!
Pleeeeeeeeeeease, nooooot an eeeeeemoooooo....
EWWWWWWWW!

That's horrible, I'm taking this again.