Aaron Carter makes a comeback

Where has Aaron Carter gone? Back to the Abyss, where he belongs??
Because SOMEONE was singing "I Want Candy" all day today.
Ironically, he wouldn't buy any of my chocolate.
Really, if this is the age where chilren are super cynical and text better than they can talk, WHY do adults feel the need to "teach" us how to USE THE INTERNET??
We sat in the library for HALF AN HOUR in English because the librarian had some "interesting" and "useful" things to teach us.
It's like telling kids not to touch each other inappropriately or use racial slurs for the MILLIONTH time.
They already KNOW it.
And my table was all set and ready to check out a book, but the librarian took so long that we had a minute left in the period by the time she was done.
Aaargh.
Ha.
So far, Mr. Rosendale has been my biggest seller with 7 bars, followed by Mr. Freeman with 5, and John with 4 or 5.
Mr. Hurd bought an Almond bar with 75 pennies and 1 quarter.
And he doesn't even like chocolate.
"Eagle Eye" is coming out at midnight on Friday. Aaargh. Shia LaBoeuf.
His name means Shia the Beef.
Francois Truffaut was totally cynical, but kind of amazing. Mr. Anspach wants to show "Wild Child", but I kind of want to see "Jules and Jim".

We can sleep as late as we want to

Aaaah, I'd almost forgotten "High School Musical 2", but it's one of the best summer soundtracks EVER. I'm getting a little tired of the movie after watching it so many times, though.
Okay, even though I didn't like "Camp Rock" so much, I sort of want to buy the soundtrack, but so does my dad, sooooo.... $10, maybe he'll want to buy it.
The song "Viva la Vida" has been stuck in my head a lot.
MUST BUY IT.
And I still have 15 bucks!!
Cleaning out itunes...again.
Daaang, where is The Classic Crime's new album already? Holy crap.
Awww, doesn't come out till July.
"Gravedigging"? "Abracadavers"? Lol. "God and Drugs"?
Wth???? Is Matt McDonald clinically depressed?
And they used to be classified as Indie Rock and Alternative Rock, but now their NEWER material is Emo and Post Hardcore...whatever that means.
They're having youth band tryouts on Tuesday, and my brother REALLY wants to try out on guitar, and my parents want me to try out on bass, but why bother?
They SAY they need a bunch of people because their seniors are leaving, but I'm thinking it's just to please the youth pastor.
Ooh, Pastor Mike said if I ever want to play on worship team, I should start with youth band.
Harsh.

A very long post

I think that title pretty much says it all, since I want to blab incessantly about the wonderous things that have happened over the last three or four days and THE NEW J-14!!!
Lol. This issue is making me laugh.
Zac Efron: I like my women like I like my peanut butter - CHUNKY!!!!!"
Does that not strike you as creepy? I started rolling on the couch when I read that.
And why is he saying this? Because he keeps making a big deal about Nikki Blonsky when he's dating Vanessa Anne Hudgens... Maybe he only dates girls that he just made a movie with.
So he and Vanessa should be safe since HSM 2 is coming out soon.
Man, stupid blogthings only has 4 good quizzes.

You are Flat Sandals

Casual yet flirty You look great in a simple top and jeans Your look is approachable and cute!

What Kind of Sandal Are You?

Right. I don't wear sandals.
Alos, it appears Nick Jonas has beaten both of his brothers in terms of popularity. HA! Take that, Kevin! Fake emoness won't get you ANYWHERE! Nice try, Joe! Maybe if...actually, I don't know what's wrong with Joe. I just think he exudes unmanliness.

You Are Not Prejudiced

Not only are you color blind, but you're also ethnicity blind, gender blind, and sexual orientation blind. You don't judge someone until you truly know them. And even then, you're probably reluctant to judge. You try to treat everyone equally. Everyone has a fair chance with you. Good job - there's not a prejudiced bone in your body.

Are You Prejudiced?

That's not exactly true. Sexual orientation is a tricky topic for me.
CAMP WAS AMAZING!!!!!!!! The food was great. And we had cake for breakfast this morning. It was pretty SWEET. Well, cake and sausage patties. From the sack lunch I got, I only ate the cookie and the carrots. So my grandparents took me out for dinner. And now I have the house (and two microwave pizzas) all to myself. This doesn't seem right.
Campwise, I was on team Compassion, which was weird because I'm not the most compassionate person in the world. This coming from a Christian, I know. Maybe that was the point. To work on your worst trait.
But it was a pretty sweet group. We came up with some cool skits. Except for the second night. That skit, sorry guys, really sucked.
So now I actually have ideas for the coming school year, I hope I'm not a pushover president (I HATE BEING A PLEASER), and that the ASB will actually listen to me.

There's a Chance You Could Be Violent

Overall, you're a pretty chill person - and you have a good handle on your emotions. Sometimes your anger gets the best of you, and end up regretting how you act. Try to curb your temper more often. It only has to get out of control once to do some damage.

Could You Be Violent?

That's quite accurate, I think. Except for the chill person thing.
If chill means emotionally shut down.
Wth???? This is so mean!

What Your Pizza Reveals

Your appetite is pretty average. You don't go overboard - but you don't deprive yourself either. [Er, right.] You consider pizza to be bread... very good bread. You fit in best in the Midwest part of the US. [Yes about the bread part, no about the Midwest. That worked for my dad, but I like living with civilization, thanks. SEE, that was a prejudiced statement.] You like food that's traditional and well crafted. You aren't impressed with "gourmet" foods. [Very true. The Pink Door in Seattle sucks.] You are generous, outgoing, and considerate with your choices. [??] You are unadventurous and boring. You should consider staying home when taking a vacation. [HEY! I am too adventerous!] The stereotype that best fits you is geek. You're the type most likely to order pizza to avoid leaving your computer. [I hate that this is TRUE!!]

What Does Your Pizza Say About You?

Um, that's it. That wasn't actually very long. See y'all later.

I've been to the year 3000...

Whenever I listen to this song I picture the Jonas brothers making rapping gestures.
I took a trip to the year 3000, this song had gone multiplatinum, everybody bought our seventh album, it had outsold Kelly Clarkson.
A few of these things seem a little obvious and a few a little not. Is he saying that they finally put out their 7th album in the year 3000, or by the year 3000 everyone had bought it. I find that impossible, but hey.
Oh, and of course they outsold Kelly Clarkson, if she's going to continue down her path of perpetual emoness.
I sampled "My December". It was kind of lame.
"So many things to tell her, but how to make her see? The truth about my past? IMPOSSIBLE! She'd turn away from meeeee!" "He's holding back, he's hiding, but what I can't deciiiide, why won't he be the king I know he is, the king I see insiiiiiiiiiiiide?"
*sniff*
It brings a tear to my eye...
HARRY POTTER ISH COMING OUT!
And so is the 5th movie.
I'm going to Wikipedia the play Daniel Radcliffe was in to see why he was so nude.
Just curious.
I want "SCHOOL'S OUT---FOREVER" very bad!
J-5 is rocking on the radio...
I TURNED IN LOTR LIKE TWO MONTHS AGO!!!!! AAAAAAAAGH!
I hate this library.
Ace high royal flush, red velvet orange crush, but you just don't impress me much.
I saw "Evan Almighty" yesterday. It was a lot better than I thought it would be. In fact, it was actually really good. I'm not giving it like 8 stars out of 5, and it's not my favorite movie of all time, but I do like Steve Carrell. He's a really good all around actor. And I don't dislike Morgan Freeman as much. He's pretty cool in that movie. And even though Morgan Freeman as God is a little innacurate (just a little) he did a good portrayal of God's love and stuff.
And the movie was actually funny, so I don't know what everyone else thinks.
I liked the horses. I would've brought 2 of each breed, but hey, that's just me.

Therapy helpful? Who woulda thought?

So the L. Frank Baum book is being put to good use. I get to rant all I want about J-14's 15 hottest guys of the summer (Dylan and Cole Sprouse? Corbin Bleu? THE JONAS BROTHERS!!!!!!) and the stupid play of doom.
"Oh, so he's one of THOSE boys."
Hm.
Good book: "True Confessions of a Hollywood Starlet". I liked it. Now I'm reading the sequel, which isn't as good so far.
"Glory" is a dumb movie. And there's a lot of cussing (even in the edited version), and my teacher was like, "Oh, that's because he's Irish." !!!!!! It was funny. "He just said the F-woid." "That's okay, he's Irish." SO WRONG!
Denzel and Morgan Freeman get into a black fight. I like Denzel better with hair. They didn't have to say n---a so many times for the message to sink in.
Dylan's trying to set me up with someone who not only has a girlfriend, but also uses the n-word a lot.
I'm sure it's fine if he's black (he is, and because of our country's double standards, it is), but I wouldn't be comfortable with it.
But hello. GIRLFRIEND!
Aaaaaaand other things.
Curse self righteouness.
I need that stupid book more than ever. IT'S DE JA VU ALL OVER AGAIN! ALL WE KNOW IS FALLING! SAVE THE WOMEN AND CHILDREN! JOIN THE ARMY!
-_-
I sure wish this wasn't happening.
The stupid fuzzy dreams that were NICE a while back? Oh yeah. They're back. Full force. I'm sooo screwed.
BACK, FUZZIES!
Maybe it's convenient that I'm mostly staying at home this summer. Well, and summer school. AND Creation. AND Cispus.
Cispus is looking up, people are recognizing me, there's a good bunch of stereotypical hallmark movie/disney channel teamwork going on; IT'S ALL GOOD.
Except for various things that I probably need therapy for.
Such as...all my teachers are psycho now that it's end of the year. We had to do an ASSIGNMENT today in science. Aren't grades supposed to be in by now? And then there's band. Why can't we just turn in all the music and have a rearranging party like Mr. Villiers had us do? Answer: This isn't Mr. Villiers, suckas. It's Mr. Faxon. And we do this his way.
BUT I WANT A REARRANGING PARTY!
Too bad!
Oh man. I'm talking to myself through blogger. Someone kill me now.
Oh, and Ne-Yo's a man slut. I will never have a pop culture role model that is a...well, role model.
I just thought about it, and most of my role models are male. Except for Amy Lee. :)

Today I swallowed my uvula.

You Are 30% Weird

Not enough to scare other people... But sometimes you scare yourself.

How Weird Are You?

I disagree...

Your Love Life Secrets Are

Looking back on your life, you will only have one true love. You're a little scarred from your past relationships, but who isn't? You want to be with someone who's a success. A person with the right job, right family, right clothes... In fights, you speak your mind and don't hold back. You know you're right, and you can get quite angry about it. You have a hard time ending relationships, even if the other person says it's over.

Your Love Life Secrets, Revealed

I'm ashamed to have taken this quiz. I don't even know why I did, seeing as I have no love life to speak of. None of those things are very secret...
HIDDEN SECRETS!
So today I swallowed my uvula. Well, I woke up, and my throat felt weird, like something was in there, so I looked in the bathroom mirror and my uvula was uneven and it looked like half of it was hanging down IN my throat, like IN in. And I was very hungry, but I didn't want to choke to death on Cinnamon Toast Crunch or something, so I had my mom look and and she said I'm starting to get sick.
Well, then.
Now THIS I agree with.

You Are a Realist

You don't see the glass as half empty or half full. You see what's exactly in the glass. You never try to make a bad situation seem better than it is... But you also never sabotage any good things you have going on. You are brutally honest in your assessments of situations - and this always seems to help you cope.

Are You An Optimist or Pessimist?

Today was our first ASB meeting. What have I gotten myself into? I've turned into such a slacker. I swear, it's 14, not me. But I'll have to do A LOT of work this summer, WITH the group. I hate working in groups, and I don't really know any of these people. This will be a challenge.
Scare: I thought signing up for summer school was over and I was all mad because my mom HADN'T signed up, so I got to call her and tell her, but it turns out I got the month wrong. Nice.
Not fair, our block class is technically only 2 classes, and she's giving us three finals. I've already completed all of them AND all the "Shades of Gray" questions. I CAN'T WAIT FOR NEXT WEEK! She's going to show us two movies, throw a party, and then the last two days are frivolous fun and YEARBOOKS!
W00T!
Math final tomorrow. :P I'm gonna fail.

Your Band Name is:

The Barnyard Eyedrops

Band Name Generator

Hm...I doubt anyone would want to be in a band with me after this. Especially since I couldn't contribute anything and would have to sell T-shirts behind a large table covered in black cloth while I wistfully watched the man of my dreams rocking on out on...actually, I have no idea where that came from. Also, I don't know exactly what I would have Dream boy play...not guitar, too cliche and it's the official Instrument From Hell, bass is okay, I don't like lead singers, they're all the same, and drummers don't get enough recognition so they become all emo and shrouded in mystery and dark cloakyness.

...and then her leg fell off!

Wow. "Ruffian" is probably the most depressing horse movie I've ever seen. And it was horribly written. That's the last time I watch an ABC Saturday night movie.
Okay, so there's this horse "Ruffian" and everyone is all, "Oh, she's a queen." I guess I REALLY don't know horses, because she was pretty, but I wouldn't be worshiping her like all the stable hands were.
So she's really fast and she wins all these races, bla bla bla.
There's this other horse, a colt, Foolish Pleasure, that's also winning all these races. So everybody's all, "If Ruffian's any good, she's gonna have to beat the colt!" And there's this whole Battle of the Sexes and the black guy buys a "Ruffian" shirt (btw, it's 1974 South Carolina, and there's no discrimination of any kind? Excuse me, my grandpa still refers to blacks as the n-word and doesn't think the government should allow them to live in his neighborhood.), but then Ruffian's leg falls off.
That's right. Falls off.
Okay, it didn't really fall off, but she did break it, and you saw it hang off the rest of her leg by a little bit of skin, and whenever she picked up her foot it would flop around and you saw the bloody end of it.
It was only a little gross. But my mom and Nathan were screaming and stuff. William and I were just like, "-_-"
I knew she was going to lose the race (because of all the obvious foreshadowing. "Oh, she's ahead! THere's no way she can ever lose, yip yip yip!"), but I hadn't forseen her leg falling off.
So Ruffian goes into surgery and the weird reporter that looks like Earl on "My name is Earl" was all, "She was 11 for 11; she was ahead when she broke down."
YAY, they fix RUFFIAN!
But then she breaks her other leg.
Seriously. She's all, "Wth, why do I have a cast on my leg, WOLVES, OMGEEZZZ, AAAAAAAH!" and her other leg falls off. You don't actually see it, though, you just hear the tearful trainer saying it sadly on the phone to the owners.
I swear, when she heard Ruffian was going to die, the owner's wife started laughing. Not even kidding.
So they put Ruffian down.
Uh, hello? WHat kind of movie was that?
Why couldn't they do an inspirational film about a horse that actually WON the big race?
Although I could see why they'd want to do a movie about her. I mean, she brought a lot of attention back to horseracing and she was 10 for 10 (or 11 for 11. Whatever.) and she was the first and only horse buried at Belmont.
And I'm sure they had a lot of fun taping the leg falling off part.
But aren't horse movies supposed to be happy and wonderful? I mean, the whole "miracle" vibe wasn't exactly flowing ("Wow, she grew another leg!" "Wow, she can run even faster with only 3 legs!" "We won't put her down! We'll sew her leg back on and have her be a riding horse for little kiddies!"). It was just like, "Wth? Why'd I just spend 2 hours watching that?"
Granted, I've only seen a few racing movies in my lifetime. I know, me, the horse freak, not into horse movies.
Let's see..."Black Beauty" (not a racing movie), "Black Stallion", "Dreamer" (awwww), I STILL HAVEN'T SEEN "SEABISCUIT!"
Church was really great last night. They had this worship group from some Christian college and they were amazing; very tight harmonies.
"Are you a Majesty groupie?" "Erm, no."

Just tootling along

We had Band Contest today. He made us come to school at 6:50 AM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It was torture.
I mean, I had to wake up 15 minutes earlier than I usually do, and it was pitch black outside.
And I'm still wearing my dad's white shirt and WET black jeans (didn't wear a belt, so I kept stepping on them on the way home).
Lalalala.
So I guess my Saturday's pretty much open.
Darn.
We have like no food in the house.
I really feel like going to France.
I can't wait for next year.
But I'm semi worried I might not get the right classes. Like what if I have math at the same time as French and they kick me out again?
That would SUCK. I have like three alternate classes and I'm really hoping I don't have to fall back on any of them. like Advanced Choir? There is no way I'm going to sing in front of the scary choir teacher. OR get his signature for my registration packet.
Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiii didn't see you buuuuuuuuuuuuut God I want to yoooooooooou come alive and I think I've fallen harder than the first time, harder than the first time, oh yeaaaaah.
CAKE! I feel like a cake quiz.
I AM 20 YEARS OLD!
Oooooh boy, a CAKE quiz.
I really liked that guy we met at Contest. He was cool and really helpful. AND WE GOT A 1!!!!!! WOOOOOOO! WE RULE! Some kids were all, "We got a good score....A 5!" Which is really bad, by the way. And then Mr. Faxon was all going on about the number 5 like Jim Carrey and the number 23, and we were all, "OMG, WE GOT A 5? WE SUCK, WE SUCK!"
But we got 1'S!!!! 2 OF THEM!
"Hi Lachlan." "CAKE!"
I got chocolate cake last time...
NOW I'M AN ICE CREAM CAKE!!! YAY!

You Are an Ice Cream Cake

Surprising, unique, and high maintenance. You're one of a kind, and you don't want anyone to forget it. You're fun in small doses, but it's easy for people to overdose on you!

What Kind of Cake Are You?

Yum, that looks like my emo cake.

It's part of the high school experience.

THEY CAN'T MAKE ME!!!!!
Registration is next week and, instead of sacrificing PE for an ENTIRE YEAR, I get to take ANOTHER one of my amazing ninth grade classes during the summer for a price of $190 or so.
My mom wants me to take Health.
I want to take Washington State History because it is the dumbest, most boring class in school.
And I'd rather suffer during summer than have to suffer during school.
I'd much rather talk about sex and babies for an ENTIRE SEMESTER with an oblivious to oh-my-gosh-we-just-watched-an-"educational"-film-aka-porno-and-I'm-going-to-puke body language teacher.
I just want to be able to take French and band. WAAAAA.
I highly doubt Maria Carey and I have similar taste in music.
I have LOTS of math homework.
Let's see if this is at all accurate... 80%. Of course.... it's because I'm not wildly attracted to rich guys.
Lalala.
I wish I could join an RP.
Possibly Harry Potter...or Star Wars...or Lotr...or some random science fiction plot line someone has thought up.
Then I wouldn't be so bored.

Friday Blues

AAAAAAAAGH basketball practice was...pretty much torture. I somehow GOT SICK? so my throat closed up like that of a diptheria victim and it pretty much sucked. And then we scrimmaged and it was burning up. So I asked to sit out...and coach was totally OKAY WITH THAT? I love Coach Klein. SHe RULES. But scrimmaging is cool, I really like it. Playing wing...isn't that bad. If she made me play wing in the game, I would be SO COOL with that. Kick the other girl's butt. "BALL! BALL! BALLBALLBALLBALLBALLBALL!" *slap* *steal* "SUCKER!" Only you can't call someone a sucker during basetball.
We threw Mrs. Schultz-Story a surprise party today. My grape soda totally disappeared and I know for a fact no one drank any. Which sucks. I wanted some, but noooo... Victoria's mom made this really good cake. Holy cow, I hate like three pieces. Call me a pig. But I'm a growing girl. Like sled dogs, I need 10-14,000 calories a day. Actually, that's a lie, I need like 25,000.
oooooh well.
Certain people suddenly hate my gates. Or maybe it's not sudden. Maybe they already did and I didn't notice. *shrug* Oh well. At least it's someone I could live without.
Unlike other people.
Actually, that's not true. I can TOTALLY live without those people. Or that person.
Okay, I don't want to make a huge deal out of this again, because it's over and done with, but COME ON!!!!! What's with the eternal silent treatment? I know we weren't friends before, like, AT ALL, and we didn't talk, AT ALL, but what happened was only PARTIALLY my fault.
Yeah, I shouldn't have acted like an immature MORON, because this has happened before, and I should've learned from last time, but SERIOUSLY. I do exist. Don't act like you're better than me. And if you think THAT was immature, you should see me on my bad days.
Loser.