Well, it made sense in my brain...

AHH!

2006-07-23T11:07:00.000-07:00

OK, just searched my sceen name on google and this blog turned up, not to mention everything that i've used this username for.

AHHHHHH!!!!

Jopefully, no one cares enough to search it, but if they do, I am in trouble. Bah, and I can't change it either. Maybe I'll get a new screen name. But then I have to im everyone on my buddylist again. Or I could just put it in my profile. No one would search my old screen name.

Gah, this is bad. Will change screen name as soon as I get around to it. Which will be soon. Or at least as soon as I think of one.

I will post about camp, but NEED to sort this out first.

High ho, high ho,

2006-07-16T07:06:00.000-07:00

It's off to camp I go!

I've packed as stylishly as the occasion permits (oversized tee-shirts and soffe shorts) and will try to stick to my beauty routine (brushing my teeth).

It's an all girls camp.

Which is fun because all of the "girl power!" stuff and not caring what you look like or shaving your legs, but towards the end, you do get a little boy crazy and start trying to flirt with the fat guy that picks up the garbage.

Well at least this year it's one testosterone free week instead of two. But i would have stayed longer if me and Mary hadn't signed up so late...

OK, well I got to be on my way. Tata!

BAH!

2006-07-15T14:16:00.000-07:00

Egads, the new layout is up. Unfortunetly, my computer's a bit weird, so I can't tell if its all finished until I look at this blog from another computer.

Oh and comments are also weird. You have to click on the date of the post....yeah, I have no idea how that happened. Maybe I'll fix it, maybe I won't.

Anyway, I'm watching an old favorite movie, Pirates of Carribean, the first one! Yay!! I love Johnny Depp!!

Most people think Orlando Bloom is the hottest in that movie, but nooo way is he sexier than Johnny Depp. Even if he is a drunk pirate wearing eyeliner. Somehow it works for him. But I do think it's sad because he's a brilliant actor, but his most acclaimed role is the drunk pirate wearing eyeliner.

OK, well I finally have to go pack. Tata!

[EDIT]- Finally, new layout is up. And will be for a long time. It took me foreverrrrrr. I never want to spend this much time on the computer again.

Cya in a week!

I've got a secret, nanny nanny boo-boo!

2006-07-15T10:17:00.000-07:00

Just searching around blogs and came upon The Tome of Communism. Very funny, but in the "To hell with them all." entry, I'm pretty sure I fall into one of those categories. Oh well.

Maybe will join blog thing?? What are the chances of anyone I know clicking on a sidebar link? Will wait for Sarah to come back from vacation, since chances of anyone commenting are less then anyone finding this blog.

About the entry I'm am longer speaking of (2 entries ago), I am ABSOLUTLEY positive no smoving is going on. None. Well at least not of Dan...

In other news, Jazzie face pantie-poo is going blind!!

In case you don't speak idiot, my dog, Jasmine is going to go blind!! It really isn't much of a suprise, (her eyes are about as big as a nickles and her head is smaller than an orange) and I highly doubt her temper would be affected because well, she doesn't like ...er...people very much.

But no, she is not the minion of the anti-christ and yes, she likes her clothes.

But she still has 6 years left on her life-expectancy and if we don't put this cream stuff on her eyeball (ew) twice a day, every day, she will go blind. Poor baby face pants. Then again, do you really need to see if all you do is sit on the couch all day?

Gah, i keep getting these little "AOL System Msg" things because someone (or just the computer downstairs) is signing onto my screen name. I think I just forgot to shut off the computer, but it happens repeatedly. Who has my password? The only person that had it was Laura, (who, as I have pointed out before, may be legally insane) and I deleted that screen name because then I changed my password so frequently that I forgot what it was.

Oops.

Oh yeah, I'm going to Camp Hoo-hoo-hoover tomorrow with my very excellent best friend Mary! She doesn't live in my town (the one next to it actually, which is practicaly the same thing) and we met on my gymnastics team. So we've been friends ever since.

Anyway, we're going to Cmap Hoover, which is a girl-scout camp. No, I'm not a girl-scout. I sort of, um, got a friend who was a girl scout to get the forms for me. SO I guess you could say I snuck into girl-scout camp.

Why would anyone want to go to girl-scout camp? Let me tell you. You see, no one is your stereotypical girl-scout. In fact, half of them aren't. When me and Sarah L went there for the first time last year, we were in for a major shock. We had joked about before how everyone was going to think we were so bad and racy and all that because, well, everyone there was a girl-scout.

We were so wrong.

We get there and the first thing we do is meet our counselors. Foz (they all have fake names) turns out to have 5 pircing in each year and one through the cartilage on her nose like a bull, and Belle has 3 tatoos. Now, me and Sarah L are from a resoundingly suburban, upper-middle class town, so this was considered very risque. Then we meet our tent unit mates. (yes, we live in tents, but they're huge, have 5 cots inside and raised off the ground. And they're much better than the cabins. If one of the huge hairy bugs that hang around in the woods gets in, you just have to left the flap and knock it out. In a cabin, you're stuck with it.)

Jesse has a belly button ring, Amanda's hair is dyed orange, Kerry has a nose, cartilage and eyebrow pricing (she had to take it out because it was infected) and Jess's friend just got arrested for peeing on a fire hydrant while completely wasted. Besides katrina (the stereotypical girl-scout) me and Sarah L were the most innocent ones there.

So, blah di blah, we had the best 2 weeks of the summer, there was a bear in the back of the cabin which sarah spotted while almost completely naked, we stayed up til 2 trying to catch a huge spider with a pad, dyed eachother hair with kool-aid in our tent.....yeah.

So that's why this year, I'm going back with Mary, whose been there since she was 8.

That's also why I can't do anything today because I have to pack. Hopefully my mom will let me out, but first me and my friends need to think of something to do. Which we can't. We spent the last night wandering around Kathryn's neighborhood, the night before that watching a movie, and then night before that watching a movie and then the night before that complaining how boring the summer is and how we can't wait til highschool.

Gah, we need lives.

Hmm,thinking abot making a new layout today. Something with a side bar so you don't have to click all the annoying links everywhere. Maybe I'll keep the same color scheme becasuse I like cherries. OH wait, just realized perverted connotation that cherries have. Now I really should change my layout...

OH and Roger has changed, yet again. In case you didn't know, Roger is the imaginary person that represent my current crush, so I don't actually have to use my crush's name. Like a code name, but I don't call it a code name because those are soooo 5th grace. So, Roger could be more than one person, or no one. I dont really care is that doesn't make sense because I made Roger up, so I make the rules.

Anyway, there is noooo way you'd ever guess who Roger was this time. And I can't tell you because admitting it out loud would be even more embarassing (to myself) than the whole Dan thing. And the person is ssooo unlikely that no one would even think about him.

So, total secrets only I know: 1

I'm so proud of myself!

From tennis seduction to escape attempts, this summer isn't what I'd thought it would be...

2006-07-14T14:46:00.000-07:00

OK, now in the light of day, that last entry seems...er...

Well anyway, I'm pretty sure that I don't smove him now, since the very idea repulses me and it was just guy withdrawal from spending 7 days with just my friends.

[EDIT] That entry was deleted for safety reasons. Well, mine.

Moving on! We had a "tournament" in tennis class today (me and ariel are doing an "older beginners" class which is code for "why didn't you start when you were 4, idiots") and I did not do horribly. It wasn't really a tournament, it was more like "let's play everyone in the class and see how badly we can embarass each other".

So, I played Ariel first and beat her 7-6, but only because I served first. Then I played this Spencer kid, who is really short and red headed and probably one of the more talkative ones in the class (most of the guys just sit and grunt when you try to be friendly). I lost 7-2. Heehee. Then I played this girl Jackie, and the only reason I scored the 2 points i did was because she messed up on her start offs.

Then, I went on to Brian, this kid from the grade below us. I lost 7-3, but the only reason I scored those 3 points was because I looked down and bit my lip. I wore a tank top in my secret special green color which (if I do say so myself) makes me look really good, and I probably ended up showing some cleavage. Before tennis, I said to myself, "If i'm gonna suck today, I might as well look good doing it!"

Well, it definetly worked on Brian, who kept calling things out so I'd get a point. For example, here's a bit of game comversation:

Me: [high pitched voice] Was that out or in? [it was in, it was right on the line but I just wanted to try something]

Brian: Uh..

Me: [bits lip and looks down, leans forward on tennis racket]

Brian: It was out! It was out! Your point.

Heehee. I feel so powerful. But I still can't believe guys are soo easy to manipulate! I mean it is sort of mean using their weakness for your benefit, but it's so fun and so simple. HOpefully, I will not become into evil men-sucking leech.

Anyway, after that I played this Ben kid who was worse than I am if that's possible. Not to mention extremly annoying and funky smelling. So, we're tied 6-6, with him serving. he serves, and I hit it back (really, really high, but Sloan, who is one of the coaches, told me that was good as long as it was in-bounds. She also said that my backhand was really hard to hit. Yay!). I was aiming for the far corner, so it would be in, but he would have no way of getting to it.

Well, I did that, and it was totally in-bounds, wasn't even touching the lines, and he called it out! Stupid cheesy smelling frog! Well, I let it go because I had a feeling that 1. he didn't have many friends and 2. he hadn't won a game yet.

Next game, I played this guy Adam, who for some unknown reason, really got on my nerves. So, we're playing and I'm winning by 2 points. So I go, "Is the score 6-5?" even though I was sure it was 6-4 and I just wanted conformation.

HE SAID YES!! Self-serving poop with hair resembling a brillo pad! He went on to win, 7-6, but I'm sure I would have won if he hadn't cheated. I didn't make a big deal about it because, well, it was only tennis.

Moral of this story: Guys cheat, but if you bit your lip they'll do anything you want.

Well, yesterday, something incredibly embarassing happened to me, and I wanted to melt into a little puddle of Michelle. But not before i beat Dylan with my racket.

I'm Cursed Event #12-

Gah! I have my strong desire to be good at tennis to blame for this.

So, it all starts out completely normal and innocent. Because we were having our "tournament" tomorrow, me and Ariel wanted to practice a bit. However, she didn't have a racket so I took the biggest one I could find in my garage, stuffed it in a backpack with my racket and rode on my bike to Ariel's house. First mistake.

From there we rode to the tennis courts outside the community pool, which is THE place to be in the summer because it's really the only thing to do in this town. So we start playing (badly) and all of a sudden, Ariel looks behind her and whisper shouts, "Dylan's coming down the walkway! We can probably play one more set before he gets here!" That is sooo like him. Just swoops in and destroya whatever fun I had been having. So what if there was no possible way he could have known we were there.

Of course, we play the one set, then sprint to a bench outside of the courts. We wait to see if he comes around. Second mistake.

No duh, Dylan comes around the corner. As soon we see him, we make a mad dash for the bikes. I stuff the racket sin the backpack, put the tennis balls in my buttpack and Ariel is already in the parking lot.

SHE ABANDONED ME!

In my time of need, too. She's not the one who was obsessed with Dylan last year. She's not the one who hates him with a passion she could devote to something productive but choses not to. She's not the one who if Dylan had a choice between spending a day with or chewing off his own foot, he would chose the foot option.

So after yelling, "Ariel, this is so unfair!" after her, I got on my bike and proceeded to get the hell out of there as soon as I could. However, just now the rackets decided to fall to the side, unzipping the backpack and falling out.

Reacting as any normal person would, I screamed in frustration. I drop my bike (the kick stand spontaneously combusted like a week ago) and stomp over to where the rackets fell. However, Dylan (once again out to ruin my life), instead of stopping at the tennis courts like we predicted, had kept walking and now was 10 feet behind me.

I was mortified!! I just wanted to curl up into a ball right there and not move until he went away. I seriously think that if I was an animal, I would be an ostricht, because there reaction to things is to hide their head in the ground. It doesn't protect them form anything, and it's not like no one can see them, but at least your face is covered.

Bah. If it was any other person, any other guy, me and ariel would have kept playing. We would have said hi, maybe stopped to talk, but NO it had to be tennis pro Dylan.

Sometimes I think that my hatred of him is a bit irrational, but then I just think about all the times he...um..he...did mean things. Yes, he did lots of mean things. Well anyway, that's besides the point.

Well since I missed so much blogging time, let me just give you all the gossip i recently heard. It's a bit slow since I'm not in school, but none the less juicy. I fyou really care. Because once you think about it, who does care? I, personally, probably wouldn't want to hear gossip when I don't know the people. That's just boring. No matter, I will tell you anyway.

the lowdown: From the couple standpoint, there's been a few changes.

Sarah L and Brian: OVER
Kathryn L and George: together!
Carrie and Dan ?: together!

Sarah and Brian: We were all expecting it. They haven't talked since..oh god, probably the first time they broke up. Sorry Sarah, but Brian is BOOOOR-ING! He sort of nice, He's sort of smart, he's not funny and he got a couple whacks from the ugly stick. She broke up with him at the fireworks, but it was no big deal. So, no suprises there.

Kathryn Land George: Another out of the blue boyfriend by Kathryn L! First Nick W, and now the kid I forgot was in our grade even when I lived around the corner from him! I'm serious, I haven't heard George speak since 4th grade. Well at least George is above 5 feet, and won't headbutt her in the stomach everytime she goes in for a hug.

this just in: EMILY AND KEVIN ON THE ROCKS AGAIN!!

I don't really know much, but her away message is "trying to see if kevin will talk to me.." Hm.. what could have happened now?

Another thing: Sarah L just told me that she's going to this camp Island Lake for 2 weeks like she always does, and Dylan is going too! She has to spend two weeks with him and.. gah. Bad.

Well if she tells any of my other friends anyhting, they'll tell me. Hopefully. Well Emma will because she has a big mouth, Ariel will (maybe) out of loyalty, and Sarah, you better tell me. Too bad KAthryn is so good at keeping secrets.

OK, back to the program, folks!

Carrie and Dan?: This is a very new and mysterious developement. I don't evne know how and when they got together. Im not even sure which Dan it is. There's Dan G, who is autistic and has anger problems so that's out of the question and then there's Dan Becca's brother, which, although possible, is unlikely becuase he doesn't hang out with Carrie's crowd and is annoying and ugly. But hey, alot of girls adore Hayden so I guess that Dan's in the running. Then there's Dan U, who is good looking but more annoying and also possible. There's also Dan M, but no girl in their right mind would go out with. Well, there was Laura but I'm not so sure about her mental stability. However, the most probable in Dan B because he already gone through Nicole and Nan, who are both Carrie's friends. Or might be. You can never tell with that group.

Well aside from that, the rumor mill is practically shut down for the summer. Unfortunetly.

Decison:SHould I join this blog thing?

There's this thing that called the Bestest Blog of All Time, and it has this link exchange. So, if I put a link to that place in my blog, my link is on the sidebar of that one, and there's a rotation that shows my link. But, I realllly don't want anyone I know finding this blog. I also want some more people to occasionally look at it. What should I do?

I've Been Tagged!!

2006-07-11T13:45:00.000-07:00

Whoa!! I came back on this thing to discover like 7 new posts in my cbox, and that "i've been tagged" by Becky! OK, let me sort thorugh this.

Thanks everyone for the comments!! Yay!! Someone welse besides Sarah, who I see literally every day and just spent the last 7 days at a beach house with is actually reading this blog.

Oh and Becky, it's a fake tatoo, and doesn't hurt whatsoever. I don't have nearly enough balls to go and actually get a real one.

Instructions:
1. Do the following WITHOUT complaint.
2. Choose 5 people to do this after you’ve completed yours.
3. Leave a tag on the person’s tagboard to say he/she have been tagged.
4. Start your post with I have been tagged! Then do this. (copy and paste!)

Favourites:
Favourite Colour: green, orange and blue, in that order.
Favourite Food: cheeeeese
Favourite Movie: Superman!! (but only because of Superman)
Favourite Sport: Tennis?? Maybe??? I'm not a sport person
Favourite Day of the Week: Friday
Favourite Season: Spring
Favourite Ice Cream: Mint Chocolate Chip (the green kind)

Currents:
Current Mood: sweaty and really need to update posts
Current Clothes: "I survived the Count of Monte Cristo" shirt and soffe shorts
Current Desktop: A picture of a rainbow with two faces on each end. From www.hungryforpixels.com
Current Time: 4:46 PM
Current Surroundings: living room
Current Annoyances: all the stuff I need to do!
Current Thoughts: My eyes feel sort of dry.

First:
First Best Friend: Deanna
First Crush: Kyle B
First Movie: Hercules
First Lie: My brother did it!
First Music: Britney Spears, Hansen, Spice Girls....

Last:
Last Drink: water
Last Car Ride: Back from the stewing pit that's called Jack's Tennis World
Last Crush: Dylan :(
Last Phone Call: Emma
Last CD played: High School Musical!

Have you ever:
Have you ever dated one of your best friends: No, unless you count my 6th grade "boyfriend" which I don't
Have you ever broken the law: I stole a beachball out of the water last weekend
Have you ever been arrested: No
Have you ever been on TV: yes! Well....my school's channel
Have you ever kissed someone you dont know: No, no one at all.

Things:
5 things you are good at: school, being flexible, persauding people, getting people to tell me stuff, and scaring people i don't like.
4 things you done today: "ran", hit a ball against a mall, memorized a monalogue, and "played" tennis
3 things you can hear right now: Third Rock From the Sun, chewing, and my mom singing
1 thing you do when you are bored: um...sit? Which of course really helps the situation

Ooooo, I really don't have any friends on the internet to tag. Let me think.

OK, let me put a bunch of random peole and anyone who posted on my cbox. Sorry guys!

Chau, Mary, Sarah,Kittyand Reiyuka.

Jesus H. Christ on a cracker I'm back!!

2006-07-11T11:23:00.000-07:00

[Arg, last post was deleted because Mom told me to go and unpack and pick up the clothes that are strewn around my room, and clean up kitchen while I chose to read Taming of the Shrew, which I have to finish in two weeks, clearly the more pressing need, but she didn't see it that way.

So in spite, she shut off the computer. Which destroyed the entry I had written. So before I put another piece of cheese to rot under her bed, let me retype that entry.

You see, I don't get into fights with my mom. I just nod my head and keep a blank stare and put something that will rot under her matress.]

Yes, I'm back. Finally. I wish I could say I was trapped in a ice berg, but unfortunetly I wasn't. You see, I didn't update for a couple days, then a couple more, then a couple more and pretty soon all the stuff I needed to say piled up and it woud have taken me 4 hours to actually write it all out.

Not to mention that the only person who reads this is my friend sarah, who knows and was there when all these events happened, but still insists on bugging me to update.

So, let me just cover the main points in these last 2-3 weeks.

1. Graduation!

Yes, I sucessfully graduated from middle school. Along with the rest of my class except for Micheal S, but he is completely bonkers.

You know the kid who you always thought would bring a bomb to school, throw it into the hallway while shouting "Hitler lives!"?

Yeah, that was Micheal.

However, I did get an award called like the Christy Brinkley, Johnson, whatever Award and its for being "the friendlist, unselfish and all around nicest student" or in other words, the teacher's liked you. Alot.

Well anyway, ceremony was boring, dress was gorgeous, my shoes (although they were painful and about 11 inches high) were gorgeous, my hair was gorgeous and hopefully I was nearly as gorgeous as all the stuff I was wearing. Not to mention my friends.

Rundown of Ceremony-

Best Dress- (not including mine :P) Kathryn, with black detailing on a cream background with a black sash.

Best Hair- Melissa L, with a partial top knot and the rest of the hair curled.

Best Shoes- Ariel, with white kitten-heeled slides with a black and white beaded poof, a la rocky road ice cream.

Overall Boring-ness Rating- 3 (but only beacuse Ariel, Willie and Matt and Miles were sitting by me)

Well My parts were nice. I had a good graduation partner (yes, we did this whole elaborate walking ceremony thing. Yes, I know we only spent 2 years in this school) It was Greg A, a well-known stoner since 5th grade, but atleast he didn't laugh to hard at my giraffe crossed with chicken walk in my shoes, like Willie did.

It didn't help that I had to walk all the way across the mile long stage to recieve my award and everyone was watching because everyone had to wait for me to get across and then come back. When I finally made it, Ariel had practically exploded her eyeballs she was trying not to laugh so hard.

2. Practices for Ceremony-

Not much in this department. Yes, we did have to practice walking across the stage. And yes, Greg A did mess up. How??? All you have to do is walk up, pause and walk off! There is no room for messing that up. How? How??!!

Anyway, as I said before, I was sitting next to Willie, who nearly the whole time complained about his partner, Courtney, and saying she was weird. I said that she was nice. He said that she was, but she was just weird. And this went on for nearly an hour.

After hewas done picking on Courtney, he moved to Caitlin R, the poor salutatorian
(there is no justice in this world, the kid would ask, "Has a solar ecilspe happened? if a paper bag was put over her head). However, I had to agree with him.

Please don't jump around while singing Caitlin. Bad enough your bursting out of your spandex pants. We don't want to see anymore.

But he wasn't that bad. All together a good person to sit next to. Well, atleast it wasn't Sam, that little agenda reading midgit. Then, you had Matt and Miles and Ariel behind me. Let's give you an idea what that was like.

When lists were passed around to correct name spellings, there was all of a sudden a Matt BearHugger Benson and a Miles Waffle Black sitting behind me. Sadly Mrs. Hansen, our great leader didn't think it was as funny as we all thought it was and didn't put it in the program.

Poo.

Although Matt did tell me (amoung that he thinks poor sweeet Ally is annoying and "only people in geometry should be winning stuff") he thinks I walk like a model. Ariel's all too appropiate response was , "Not in those shoes!" because of ungainly giraffe/chicken walk.However, Matt is getting reallly cute and I will see him this summer because of all the marching band practices. Hm...

So rehearsals were a heck of a lot more fun then the graduation itself. Including the dance.

3. The Dance

As expected, dance was a bummer for everyone. As far as I know, the only person who had fun was Olivia, who was busy telling disgusting boys that her friends liked them and watched while that boys asked them to dance. And took pictures.

It was all good fun as Ally danced with Marcello (who isn't bad,just annoying) until Olivia heard the Hans story ( will get to later). So I became the next target.

I'm Cursed Event #9-
Hans smoves me. Or rather, Hans asked me to dance.

ARRRRRRGGGG!!!!!

Sky falling -like catastrophe. NOw, knowing myself, I would probably enjoy the attention and "drama" associated with having brick-like, unshowered, sweaty under shirt that I have to touch wearing guy be obessesd with me.

BUT NOT THIS TIME!!

I didn't want to touch him. I didn't want to go near him. Or touch him with a 49 and a half foot pole. He's like the Grinch to me. Only not as smart. So I (understandably) freak out.

"IT'S NOT A SLOW SONG!!" I start softly screaming. "IT'S NOT A SLOW SONG!!" I would flailing my arms wildly and nearly had tears in my eyes because i was histerical.

But to no avail. Ariel, who felt bad for Hans (i normally would but...but...i sort of had a mini-breakdown) started making me promise to dance with him the next slow song.

So i did, and nearly saw all the digusted grapes from the "refreshment table" I had been unconciously putting in my mouth all night again.

Otherwise, uneventful except for Mrs. Hansen, our oh-so wise school partriach yelling "WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT BODY-SURFING!!!"

4.HANS

Ah, yes. On to the ever present issue of Hans. A short rundown: He smoves me, I sort of had an idea, but I didn't want to do the thing I've done with the other guys who liked me and totally blow him off and generally pop his happiness bubble and was nice to him. So he assumed I smoved him too.

Then again, he can't remember his own phone number.

So, we all get our yearbooks and Ariel and me immediatly get to the signing. Now, I was never much of a yearbook signing person, I just get people in my classes and whoever else I really want to get (coughcough CHRIS G coughcough), but Ariel is a yearbook signing machine. Literally. It's almost systematic the way she does it. Pass, ask, switch, sign. Pass, ask, switch, sign.

It was during the period of frenzied signitures that Hans and I happened to exchange your books. He signs, I sign, we move on.

It's not until later that day, when Willie is signing my yearbook, when the first inkling of the partial mental breakdown on my part occurs.

"Who wrote this?" he asks as he hands back my yearbook. So Im like, "What?" and Willie points out the "your hot" scrawled in red marker on the corner of one of the pages. SO after a couple seconds of both of us searching my pages for a matching pen color when I find Hans's signiture scrawled in red marker pen. He was the only one in my entire yearbook who signed like that.

HOW COULD YOU NOT THINK I WOULD FIND THAT??

Anyway, I ignored, Willie wrote "Hans is cool" underneath it, it was the day of graduation and I thought oh what the hell, it's the 2nd to last day of school, what could possibly happen?

But unfortunetly I was wrong.

(this is before the dance)

So Hans asks for my yearbook back in science to "add something to his entry". I didn't feel like saying anything to him so i just handed it over. I get it back and what do i see written over Hans's signiture?

"Call me #972-324-5676"

I nearly died laughing right in front of him, which is something so cruel I wouldn't even do, even though you may not think that as you read on. It also didn't help that when I showed it to Ally (we're currently in the same classroom) she yelled "Haha, I can't believe anyone would do something as stupid as that!!" less than 5 minutes of Hans writing down.

So for that day I just put it away as a funny story to tell people later on and go on with my happy little life. Then the dance comes. Oops.

Anyway, it's the last day of school, and pretty soon all these people start coming up to me and saying, "Do you know Hans is saying you asked him to dance?" and then they see the expression on my face and go, "Yeah, I knew you didn't." Kathryn K told me that he was relating this story to his teachers!

In retrospect, I should have looked on this as cute that he really thought I liked him and was bragging about it. But in those moments I was mad at him for ruining my last with people constantly asking me if I liked Hans. I ust started saying, "What do you think?"

OK, so school ends and I start hanging out with my friends and we do crazy and weird stuff like running around with no pants on (see below) when Hans starts calling me.

Yep, he somehow managed to actually figure out that he could look through the directory and get my "number" instead of repeatedly asking me.

This is how our first conversation goes:

Me: Hi, who is this?

Hans: Hans.

Me: Oh Mom, wait, let me.... Sorry I have to help my mom with something.

[hang up]

OK, so a little cruel. Ok, alot cruel. But it sure was funny and instantly gratifying when I did it. Plus, I thought i was free, thought after that obvious rejection (if the ones before hadn't been enough) he would never call again.

Once again, I was wrong.

The second conversation went something like this:

Me: Hi, who is this?

Hans: Hans. [in a moment of brilliance, he doesn't wait for me to answer] I was wondering if you were busy today.

Me: Uh..I just made plans with my friends. [it was 11:30, none of them had even woke up yet]

Hans: Well are you going to the fireworks tomorrow? [fireworks were today]

Me: You know, i think i'm going out of town tonight...[truth: we were all going to ariel's beach house for a week after the fireworks]

Hans: oh ok.

Me: Bye!

[hang up]

So that wasn't that bad. Even though we joked for a while to tell Hans to meet me under the "tree" and when asked where it was, I would say, "Oh, you know!"

At the Fireworks:

Foolishly thinking I was free of Hans, me and my friends start wandering around the field, searching out people from school, carrying our blankets, when all of the sudden, Hans drops out of the sky to ruin my fun night. I , of course respond as any normal person would and throw a blanket over my head and run.

After laying low (literally) at our spot for a while, I decided that this wouldn't destroy my good time and ventured out.

Big mistake.

Not even 5 minutes of walking around, I was spotted (and hiding under my hair only made me more noticable). So, once again, I did what any sane person would do and sprinted for the bathroom. Apparently Hans mentioned this and the blanket incident to my friends when he caught up with him. I felt sorry for him for a moment but it didn't last very long because then I decided I would let this destroy my good time and spent the rest of the night lying flat on a blanket.

BUT THAT WAS THE LAST ENCOUNTER!!

Granted, I have been at a beach house for a week and got back two days ago and haven't been to the pool or any public place since, but still.

Now, let me explain my irrational and hard-hearted actions towards poor, dutch Hans so you don't think I'm a complete bitch. See, I personally fear rejection, so I HATE to see someone else outwardly rejected by someone. So that counts out me telling them personally I would rather eat flies then touch them. Yeah, yeah, hanging up on them or running from their presence is worse, but...

I get this trapped animal feeling. My eyes dart and my heart races (no, not from smove) and I just HAVE to get away regardless of social conduct or people's feelings or anything. And before I know it all I can see is the ground moving past my feet.

Moral of this story: Being nice to people gets you nowhere.

5.Pantless!!

I HAVE OFFICIALLY RAN AROUND A NEIGHBORHOOD IN MY UNDERWEAR!!!

It all started when all of my friends were in kathryn's backyard. It was one of the first nights of summer and already we longed to see everyone from school. So, to stave off boredom, I sugested truth or dare.

Suprisingly, my uptight friends (the ones who didn't want to conduct a seance that we never actually did because "we were in the park at night!") agreed. So of course we started with me.

" i dare you..." started Kathryn. "to take your pants off and run around the yard!" added Ariel.

Not one to turn down a dare, I walked into the yard, de-pants myself and began to wag my butt. Unfortunetly this left my pants unattended and Sarah L snatched them. Before I was evne able to get near them, she was out on the street.

"GIVE ME BACK MY PANTS! I NEED THEM TO COVER MY JIGGLY BUT!" I yelled, but to no avail.

Pretty soon she and kathryn returned, saying that they had hidden them somewhere on the street and IO had to find them. Since my dad was picking me up in a half hour, I got to work right away. Suprisingly, I felt enormously comfortable walking around in my underwear. Then again, it was 11 and no one was aorund but my 5 best friends.

After a long game of hot and cold, I discovered they were under a car. So, before I could think about it, I shimmed under the car and ran. It wasn't until later that I noticed the lights were on in the house.

After my escapade, we played for a little bit more, but nothing matched the pantless episode. I will forever go down in power rangers (thats what we call ourselves. Yes, we are cool) history as the first one to ever expose my pratically naked buttocks to the night air.

Next, I will go streaking. ;)

6. Near-Death Experience

Yes folks, the girl who is typing this right has nearly been "shuffled off this mortal coil" or so someone poetic says within the past 3 (2?) weeks. Let me break it down into a nicely organized list:

I'm Cursed Event # 10-Michelle's Brush With Death

1.Decide that stomach lump as grown to gigantic size. Check weight.
2. 110!! NOOOO!! The doctor was right, and now I weigh as much as my 5''7' friend and I myself am 5''2'!!
3. Decide I need to exercize and pick running as my poison.
4. Decide that running is too much of an exercize and go bike riding instead.
5.Reach crosswalk. Think "It's just one main road, I'll only have to cross it twice"
6.Wait half a millon years.
7. Nice person stops. I proceed across cross walk.
8. Think, "That car coming over surely sees me and will stop. I am, after all, wearing a bring pink tangtop and riding a big red bike."
9. Driver thinks, "That will make you an easier target to hit, my dear. "
10. Car does not stop.
11. Car hits back wheel.
12. Bike goes spinning widly.
13. I jump off in panic and land in a very graceful and attractive position just incase anyone I know can see me.
14. Pleasantly wave hi to lady in another car who is too busy gaping at me in shock while screaming "Omg!" over and over again.
15. get up.
16. Grab bike.
17. Discover that bike is not working.
18. People (the guy who hit me who was suprisingly not drunk, the lady who stopped for me, his wife, some guy from Positive Image who recongnized me from all the Christmas card photos he had taken, his wife) emerge from cars and immediatly begin fussing over me, fixing my bike and offering useless comments while I repeatedly demostrate full use of my limbs and offer to carry my bike home.
19. Some idiot calls the police.
20. I wait for another half a million years.
21. 2 police cars, 4 police men (read: not much happens in this town)show up.
22. I am practically interrogatted for a half an hour.
23.How could the officers think this stunning, waif-like teenager girl with relativly good cleavage in her tank top albeit has 2 inches of frizz on her hair could be capable of anyhting?
24. Have to call mom on stacticy cell phone for her to come and pick me up.
25. I excitidly text and call friends to tell them of my recent disater.
26. Probably blind guywho hit me gets charged with reckless driving.
27. He gets a court date.
28. Hee hee I sent someone to court!!
29. Mom picks me up.
30. All of this happened on a major intersection in the middle of town.

Bah! Done! Fare thee well!

I got hit by a

2006-06-25T18:04:00.000-07:00

I got hit by a car! Whole exciting story later.

Sorry havent posted!! Need to

2006-06-25T12:44:00.000-07:00

Sorry havent posted!! Need to tell you about graduation running aroumd with no pants but otherwise nothing has really happened. Tata!

You'll never guess where my tattoo is...

2006-06-18T18:21:00.000-07:00

Heeheeheeheeehee..ok it's on my butt.

Yes, long story. And I will tell it to you, because i have all of ten minutes to kill, and I haven't posted in nine days.

Yeah, sorry about that. It's the end of the school year, and all I do after school is veg, which unfortunetly doesnot leave anytime for blogging. Plus, since my last entry all the teachers suddenly realized they needed grades and slapped us with 4 prajects all due within three days, and all assigned the week before.

End of marking period = very little sleep.

OK, so back to tattoo story.

So, this weekend, me, Sarah and Ariel went down to Areil's shore house. It's not really on the shore, or near it. More like a hours away form shore house. It doesn't evne lead out to the ocean,just a bay. And it's pretty far awa form that too.

Not that I mind, but why call it a shore house? Why not just a bay housee, or an intercoastal house or a pool house?

Well anyway, Ariel couldn't (and i'm pretty sure didn't want to) bring Emma or Sarah L and Kathryn was in Oregon or Nevada or Washington or some other boring state. So Emma calls me after school.

Now, we were just together all day (well she was with someone or other and I was with sarah and a bunxh of other people) doing our drama show for all of the two elementary scools we have in my town. So we discussed like going to the mall, or going to see The Lakehouse (On seeign that movie? Yeah, don't.). But then, Ariel told me we were leaving that night. So need to make excuse. Phone conversation like this:

Emma: Hey Michelle! Ok, now, times for the movie are 7:30 at Lowes, 8 at-

Me: [realizing that maybe Emma wasn't invited to intercoastal house]You know, can I call you back?

[hang up]

Me: [calling ariel] Was Emma invited?

Ariel: No. Pick you up at 8.

[hang up]

Me: Um Emma, I don't think I can hang out tonight. [turns phone on speaker]

Emma: Why not?

Me: I think my mom said something about making Father's Day a WEEKEND.. [meaningful glance at mom]

Mom: Well, we were going over grandma's, but they're in Atlantic City, so-

Me: Didn't you mention going away for the WEEKEND?

Mom: Well-

Me: Can I call you back?

[hang up]

Me: Yeah Emma, it turns out we are going away for the weekend.

Emma: Oh. Where?

Me: Uh...Maine. [who knows why I said that]

Emma: Cool! Why? [why are you so nosy?]

Me: Um.. Visiting my....uncle! Yes, visiting my uncle. He uh..threw out his back [happened 6 months ago]. He usually comes down to us [never], but he's still on bed rest [don't you get that when you're pregnant?].

Emma. Oh. Have fun!

[hang up]

So you see, I had a bullet proof excuse to why I was away the whole weekend.

Well, atleast it was better than Sarah's. She said her cousin was having a weekend long graduation party.

So I wasn't really suprised she and Sarah L, who were the only one of my close friends in town this weekend, were supisicous. But seriously, Sarah called my house 5 times, and Emma 7.

Don't they have anything better to do?

Even though it didn't help when my dad picked up on Saturday morning and told them I would be home later. Oopsies....

But of course this didn't ruin my weekend at all. I am tan ( as I can get), very freckly, relaxed and tattooed. My suitcase is still packed, and I really need to shower and remove cholrine from ym ahir before it truns green.

Regardless, the three of us had a superdidooper time at the intercoastal house.. We laughed, we cried while laughing, we ate alot of trail mix.

Yeah, maybe we shouldn't have done that.

Anyway, Saturday night we went to a boardwalk. I got my palm read, like I always do at boardwalks. This one was a whole 3 dollars cheaper than usual. What a bargin. Let's make a list of what she told me.

-live long
-the man I meet at 21 will be my husband at 27
-I will have 1 boy and twin girls
-i'm stubborn
-in my job, I will be giving orders, not taking them
-the guy i was interested in this year will "come calling" the beginning of August
- three guys with J,B andM in their names will be interested in me come July and
-the guy I'm interested in at the present time listens to his friends too much.

This is all pretty much the same stuff the other ones told me. So it's either all crap or all crap.

BUt come on, Rob has had atleast 7 reincarnations in the past week. I can't decide, and all the guys I know right now are as full of crap as palm reading.

Unfortunetly, I love it all the same. Guys and palm reading.

So after that, we walked around a bit, saw a spinning stick of death flipping people upside down in the air a million miles over the ocean, ate bad zeppoles, got our pictures taken in an extermly small photoboth (how to people make out in there? We could barely stand) before we stopped at a arcade place.

It was near our car, and we were just about to leave, but we had a bunch of spare change and were playing the "slot machines". The first like, 32 coins we won got taken away. we don't know why, we didn't ask, we were sort of scared of scary lady behind counter.

But then we found this one thing that gives you like 70 ticket thingers for every quater and pumped it full with all the quaters we had. We ended up with 280 tickets (we didn't have alot of quaters) and came up to the prize counter.

Suddenly we spotted a box of fake tattoos, all so sparkly and glittery and delisiously stupid. So we got 12, 4 for each of us (yeah, it doesn't make sense mathmatically, but the lady gave us 300 ticket things evne she used a calculator).

So today, we decided to put the smiley faces we got on ourselves. Ariel put hers on her wrist, Sarah put her's on her stomach and you know where I put mine. Afterwards, I had many conversations that went like this:

Me: You'll never guess where my tattoo is!

Ariel's dad, Ariel's mom..Alex, random person on street..: OK.

Me: Heeheeeheeeheeheeheeeheeee

Ariel's dad, Ariel's mom..Alex, random person on street..: [weird look]

Me: IT'S ON MY BUTT! heeheeheeeheeheeehee

There you have it. My memento from this weekend: A smiley face (with a hat!) on my ass. Yay!

Would write more, but laptop almsot out of battery and Dad poking me.

Tinkles!

Head for the hills! The end is near!

2006-06-09T17:24:00.000-07:00

Gah. Been too busy doing absolutely nothing (which doesn't include homework) to post or anything. Even though I heard that blogger was down, so at least I had a legimate excuse.

[watching ghost whisperer...awesome show!!..here's a bit of bad dialogue]

Paul Adams ghost person: Cross over where?

Alias girl (forgot her name): The light.

Ok, now on to the events of the past week or so. Not much. Even with 06/06/06, 666, devil, apocolasp, nothing has happened. Except one unlucky event on that date...

I'm Cursed Event #7-OK, so, on the infamous 666, I forget it's the devil's day and where this totally fantastic little tutu-like pink skirt.

Well, that isn't that bad, and I laugh a bit and head off to math class. Unfortunetly.

Then, we're all doing this sheet and Mrs. Gartner comes to look at it to see if we're doing it right. Which involves her peering noisly over the shoulders of people who are trying to daydream. But, this time I did it right, and she tells me to go and do it on the board.

Of course, I am happy and gadly trot up there because I have a chance to show up some of the guys from my class who didn't get picked. So I go up and write messily sideways, but get it right. The rest of the class goes by uneventfully.

Then, Mr. D, my french teacher tells us (first and 2nd period french) that the Ap French class is going to do little french activities with us for the next 3 periods. And we're all like YEAH!! MISS CLASS!!

So, we're walking to the cafeteria and Ally is behind me. She's like, 'Omg, I like your skirt! And are you wearing monkey underwear?"

I'm like, "Let me check...yeah. Why? Did I bend over too far again?"

And she answers, "No. You can see it right through your skirt."

AHHHHHHHH!!!

So, we go on to do the whole french thing, which involves satergories, waffles, painting with q-tips, guess the famous french person and soccer.

Yes, why soccer.

Well, the guy said they were gonna play like, "french" bocci, even though bocci is italian, but they didn't have enough balls. So we'd played a twisted form of soccer, where I was goalie because
1)it didn't involve moving (wearing skirt)
2)back was to everyone, so no more underwear spotting

So, the guy who was the "captain" of my team was standing right nest to me, and we started "talking", which mainly involved him bemoaning the way out team was losing 9-1, and how we needed to pump up our defense, which happened to be sitting right nest to him (me). Even though, the game had nothing to do with french, which was why we were missing our entire morning of classes, and the fact that this intense competition was only going to last 10 minutes. Ahh well. He is varsity soccer captain, so you would expect him to be hyper-ultra-annyoingly-competetative.

Exert from conversation:

(We're gonna call him Danny T's brother, who is a year older than me and was in my math class last year)

Danny T's brother: Oh!

Me: What?

Danny T's brother:[looking over at highschool gym class] He just missed that ball.

Me: Wow.

Danny T's brother: Gym is really competative in highschool.

Me: [squeaking as I finally catch the ball and prevent it from going into the goal. That whole girl-girly look is completed by my tut and white tank] I'm looking forward to it then.

Danny T's brother: Well, I've only spent 4 weeks a year in gym for health. If you do a sport every season, then you can do that [yes, because our school is horribly sportist. Yes, I just made up a new word]. Do you play any sports?

Me:[thought this would be obvious, considering my *fabulous* goalie skills, even though I do happen to look fantastic while doing it] For the sports study [when you get a study hall instead of gym during a season].

Danny T's brother: That's not good.

Yeah, you cna pretty much see how it went. Luckily, he's a soccer player and graduating in a little less than 2 weeks, so it's not like he'll spread it around. Or care enough to.

Wrrrrrrr, fast foward!!!

OK, and now we're at today. We had another trip, this time to Six Flags because we're 8th graders, and therefor deemed special. As you may guess..

I'm Cursed Event #8- we had new bus assignments.

No, it was no longer just girls this time. We had preciously assigned buses that seemed completely random i/e directed by fate i/e my enemy.

Luckily, I managed to keep all of my clothes on, so no more sighting of undergarments today. But, me, Sarah and Emma were on a bus with only the three of us, none of our friends, and an entire other group.

= NOT FUN!!!

However, the rest of the day was

SUPER DOOPER FANTASTICALLY AWESOME!!

We went on
1. Great American Scream Machine
2. Houdini's Great Escape (or some crap like that)
3. Skull Island? Mountain?
4. Stuntman's Free-Fall
5. Batman
6. Nitro
7. Superman

Maybe someother stuff?? DOn't really remember. Let's just go over the highlights.

Great American Scream Machine- Fun, line was litterally 5 seconds long, would ride it multiple times because of line, but no other reason. The seat bukly-things seem to be made for people 4 times normal's people size, with no ajustments. You wiggle around everywhere, and that is extremly painful in the breastages.

Then, they take a picture at the worst moment in the ride, just trying to get you at your most hideous (and they succeeded, with me at least. My mouth was open, eyes pulled shut, crooked jaw, the whole bit). Sarah and Emma agreed it was the funniest picture of me they'd seen yet. Then everyone we knew who was on the previous rides decides to come over and all laugh at it form afar.

Houdidni's Great Escape- We thought it was a haunted house, but it was just some illusion, which was really cool, until Kathryn pointed out, that it we really were upside down, our hair would be up in the air, and we all would be dead, because we'd have fallen out because we weren't strapped in. Because the walls were moving.

Skull ??- This was a extremly lame indoor rollarcoaster( but you know what's lamer? The worde lame. ). But, we made osme new 'friends". Me and Emma were ride buddies, and as we got into our cart, we noticed that there were 2 people in front of us. So I was bored and went. "Hey cart-buddies!"

So we're talking and I'm like, "Just so you know, I scream really loudly" and one of the guys says, "Oh well, he screams like a bitch" (meaning alot. You have to get hip with the lingo here in Jackson) So I asks (reasonably) "Do you scream like a girl?"

He choses not to grace that with an answer.

The ride goes on, with the guys in front of us constantly saying stuff like, "It's gonna go backwards now!" and me yelling, "Really?"

The answer was always no.

Then I ask, "How do you know this?" Nad they're like, "well, this is our 2nd time on it" and I ask (reasonably once again), "Why would you go on this twice?"

Ah, I can as obnoxious as I want. I'm never going to see them again.

Stuntman's Free-Fall, Batman...pass away uneventfully. Both good rides though.

Nitro-DEFINETLY best ride I went on. Awesome possum.So, it's just me Sarah and Emma because we're the only ones who are going. Then, this guy comes and sits next to me (I was on the end, with an empty seat next to me). SO we're going up (which takes forever by the way) and we're just talking, and his name is Lyle, when all of the sudden he's like, "You know this breaks down on the track alot, right?"

Of course we then proceed to freak out.

But it didn't of course, and we had a great ride and I managed not to look to demented in the picture that was taken.

Superman- 2nd best ride we went on. It was not a great rolllar coaster, but it was made a trillion times scarier/cooler by the fact that you were horizontal. So we're waiting in line, which seems (and looks) like 2 hours long, but tis' really only 20 minutes, when I see someone waving to us whose on the ride. So I start waving back, and realize that it's Dan, this guy Miles and Matt B.

So we're all like "Hi!" when all of a sudden we something white fall down, as it gets closer, we all spot it, an open ketchup packet. That dan threw. Of course. Then we hear Matt B shouting "Michelle!" as they go down the drop. Realize that they probably spotted us because of my man-eating hair. Grr.

Luckily, the packet landed on the people in back of us, and didn't really get anywhere. Suprisinly, the ketchup managed to stay in it's little plastic bag thing.

Yes, park was awesome. And amazingly warm and sunny, even though steady rainfall and 50 degrees weather was predicted.

Which means weather.com has failed me, and therefor all my trust in meterorologists in gone forever.

the lowdown-Yes! Voodoo has worked, something is happeneing!!

KEVIN AND EMILY MIGHT BE BREKAING UP!!

Wow, this is more of a sign on the spocalspe that 6/6/6 ever was. The It couple (even though no one likes Emily) of 8th grade, who we never thought was going to break up EVER is coming apart at the seams!!

Here's what I have of the story (pieced together half awake from bits of coversation heard on the bus ride-

Aparrently, Kevin had been saying some bad stuff about Emily. SO somebody (Kristen or Melissa, maybe) said like, "We should tell her" or "We owe it to her to tell her" and I think maybe they did.

[HUGE GAP WHEN EITHER THERE WERE NO NEW DEVELOPEMENTS OR I DIDN'T HEAR IT]

But then, Amy gets a text from Kevin saying, "Thanks so much alexa, if she does that one more time, i'm gonna {talk to her or break up wiht her, cant remeber which one}"

and Alexa's like, "Tell him: No problem, it was my duty or I owe it to him or something along the lines of that."

WHO'S SIDE ARE THEY ON??

They're seriously messing with Kevin and Emily heads. Not like I feel bad for them, but still. They're playing them like puppets practically. Just because they have both sides of the story and want to stir up some drama. I don't mind the stirring up drama part, but can't you do it with out upseting people?

Of course not. Then it wouldn't be fun and/or interesting.

Well, at least Kevin is finally getting the backbone to say something. Emily been like all over alll these other guys forever, and he hasn't said anything.

He's a bigger man slave than Greg.

Which by the way, is hard to beat. Then again, Kevin brekaing up wiht Emily has never evne been a posisblility to us. I mena, he didn't even have the balls to ask her out. According to Carrie, the conversation went like this:

Kevin: Um..well...uh..Emily.. wo-would you...

Emily: It's ok.

Kevin: Uh...you know..

Emily: keep going...

Kevin: Yeah...um...go..me?

Emily: Uh..

Kevin: With?

Emily: Oh screw it. Yes.

SO I think you can glean from that what kind of guy Kevin is. Plus, Emily never gonna get anyone better. Keivn was the cream of our Great-Depression like crop. Our town is like the dust bowl in the boy-department.

Until emily somehow tainted him, making no one smove him. Not even a little bit. But then again, not many people smoved him ever. We all liked him as a person, and thought he was hot and polite and gentlemenly, but I never smoved at all.

But the break-up was so unimaginable. Keivn without Emily is like salads without cucumbers, like nachos wihtout cheese, like exersizing without losing weight! (why do all those have to do wtih food. Am I hungry? Must check that)They are the couple everyone loves to hate!

Well, the two of them were haivng a very indepth conversation right after we got back form the trip at 6. I know it was indepth and serious because emily's away was "Phone with Kevin". And she took everything out of her profile except for "I love you kevin".

Now, to the average person with more to do than sit on their butt all day, this would mean nothing. But to me, this signifys alot.

First of all, if she's gonna bother mentioning it in her away message, that means she want people to know. If she was just on the phone wiht him in a normal conversation, it would have been like "Phone" or "away" or something. if it names the specific activity and perosn, you WANT people to know exactly what your doing. You wnat to know when you want to throw it in their faces, or make them feel bad for you. I think Emily's motive was the latter.

2nd of all, the removal of everyhting in her profile is to convince Kevin and everyone else, that she is completely devoted to him. Which is totally unture, and everyone knows it. So It's not really working.

However, knowing keivn, they will be back together by tomorrow. Or the world will end.

NEW LAYOUT!!

2006-06-04T17:24:00.000-07:00

SUCCESS!! Layout is complete, and i made it all myself.

One glitch: Cbox thingy isn't really working right. Oh well. And I have a math and huge social studies test tomorrow that i have to study for. Now. And I'm watching Unfabulous and Zoey 101 (but only because it was the episode with the time capsal).

But I feel accomplished anyway.

Dapper Day in Dorney

2006-06-03T13:06:00.001-07:00

Sorry didn't post ealier. Too busy inhaling cheetos and sierra mist in such excess that my fingers are still orange after a shower and crumbs has collected on my cleavage.

If you couldn't tell, this morning has been extremly boring. And fattening.

Now to go on about yesterday's trip to Dorney Park...

IT WAS ACTUALLY FUN!!

I, instead of setting myself up for disappointment (which is what I usually do), expected the worst. And it did start out that way. Let's just make a whole list of bad things that happened there.

I'm Cursed Event #6 (andpossibly 7 and 8, except combinding them all together for your reading pleasure)- Me and Sarah got put on a bus with the concert band (because we're in it)!!

You see, the teachers had just finished giving out bus assignments and all of our happiness bubbles were totally inflated because we were all together.

Then, Mr. Polci decides to be totally evil and pop them all.

He put the concert band on one bus together!!!That consists of Dylan and um...Dylan is really the one that matters in this little tale. You know, one apple taints the whole bunch sort of thing.

It actually could have been worse, but as all bus rides are, it was boring. We ended up using Sarah's cell phone and calling our friends (who by the way, were all together) 8 times.

Altogether, it wasn't that bad. Just it would be a heck of a lot better if we were with our friends.

Then, after we had the whole music-competition-thingy, we were transferred to the 8th grade girls bus, and changed out of our blue collar NPMS shirts and khakis for the park. Only, there was one thing that was poorly planned out.

They put the 7th grade boys bus a mere three feet away from us.

Of course, we all start freaking out. I mean, alot of the girls were sluts, but none of them had ever stripped in front of a guy before. Of course, there was a creepy little blonde guy next to me who was blatently staring at all of us, obviously waiting for us to change. So there was no escaped, unless you wanted to change in the bathroom which consisted of a square foot of space and a large hole.

So I did what any reasonable girl would do. I waited until Mr. Creepy looked away then tore off my shirt as fast as possible and threw on my other one. Then I turn around and see...

the very same little guy moving his hand in circles around his head, lasso-like, while pointing me out to his friends.

I had just practically preformed a strip-tease.

But seriously, all he saw was my back, and the clasp of my bra. Not sexy and/or revealing. At all. Why get so excited? Well, considering he was midjet-sized and well, creepy, he wasn't getting that much action. I guess a not-so-popular girl's back is the most he's seen of anyone.

Then, after we came back from the park, we had to change out of our sopping wet clothes (explained later) and into dry ones. Only this time our bus had thoughtfully been put next to the 8th grade boys.

After Kyle, Eamon and possibly Karl (who's little brother is at my house right now, is almost as big as me, and weighs a good 15 pounds more. I can totally understand why Karl gets beat up) saw me pulling up my pants (i tried to hide behind like 2 people, but they kept moving while my sweatpants were near my thighs) and a tiny bit of me in my bra, all of the girls on the bus are entertained with a sight I never hope see again.

Paul's ass.

For some reason, this guy Paul thought it would be really funny if he mooned us. And it was. The first time. But when you go around a third and fourth time, complete with rubbing your butt in circles against the window, the joke's not funny anymore.

But, before all this, we (by this, I mean the jazz band) were all waiting outside the "warm-up" room (once we were inside, we did anything but warm-up, we just talked and Dan got into some fight with an annoying 7th grader which apparently has been going on since the beginning of the year, and when asked for the reason Dan hates this kid so much, he replies, "He tells preverted jokes" even though that is the biggest instance of hipocracy I've ever seen because Dan is like the preverted joke king. here's an excerpt from the conversation:

Me: So are you gonna fight? Because I never saw a fight before, I always get there when people are running away because a teacher's breaking it up and according to the no-bullying policy witnesses are every bit as bad as the actual bully, or it ended 15 minutes ago.

Dan: You know, I don't really fight. I'm not the fighting kind of person.

Me: Ooh. [sacastically] So you're a lover not fighter?

Dan: [obviously not getting it] Yeah. Lover, not fighter. [nodding] Yeah.

And now back to original subject)

So we were wating outside the warm-up room, and Ally (my only friend in jazz band, except for Jackie, who is remotely friendly, but not when "more important" people are around) is currently on stage with the full orchestra. Dan was talking to Dylan, and I was not going within 10 feet of that, so I had no one to talk to. I standing there with my trumpet, feeling like a total and complete loser with no friends.

It was like, group of people talking, group of people tlaking, group with Keven F , his boil, and friends talking, then loser girl standing alone. Which was me.

But then I saw someone else standing alone but near a group and I quickly formed a life-long bond with her and we scittered off to the bathroom.

Then Ally came back, and not only I did have a new friend, but now 2 people to talk to. Thus the story ended happily, with Matt B going, "Hey Michelle. Bam. " and pretending to shoot me with his saxaphone.

Oh well. Nothing's perfect.

However, those were the only bad parts of the trip, the rest was AMAZINGLY AWESOME!!

Even though, personally, I've had more fun running around someone's neighborhood, it blew all previous expectations out of the water.

Run Down of the Trip-

1. Wait in line for "Steel Force" a rollar coaster that goes up and down. And up and down. But it's the biggest one in the park, so we had to go on it.
2. Elmar goes, "Michelle, you have a bee on your hand"
3. I freak out, getting preggressively more histercal as I bang my hand against my leg, jump around and shove everyone near me.
4. as I'm screeching, realize that this is the perfect way to get stung.
5. After I've concluded that anyhting on my hand was very, very dead, and gotten over the suprise that I'd freaked out so much, Elmar points out that it was a baby bee, a harmless thing that probably flew off as soon as I moved.
6. We wait some more.
7. Drag Sarah to front seat, front car of rollar coaster.
8. Wait some more.
9. Get on rollar coaster.
10. Takes a million years for us to get up on the top. Have Sarah next to me with her eyes shut tight asking ever 5 seconds, "Are we at the top?"
11. My answer: "Er..."
12. Feels like we're going down, so i look over top of car to see the verticle drop we're about to go down, and screech.
13. Ride progresses. Picture taken, see later that I had my mouth wide open, looking like I was catching flies, Sarah had her eyes shut tight, Emma was smiling, but sideways, and Elmar was screaming.
14. We get off, meet the rest of our friends and go get something to eat.
15. Takes 50 million years to get out food. Why is service so slow in Pennslyvania?
16. Since extremly hot in out jeans and t-shirts, except for Elmar and Sophie, who wisely brought shorts and tang tops, wehead over to a water ride.
17. Get completely soaked, and feel mch cooler.
18. Go to Talon, a hanging, loop-di-loop rollar coaster. In process, lose both Ariel and Sophie.
19. Is Kathryn's first rollarcoaster. First not eating the fake-macaroni and cheese, and now no rollcoasters?
20. Conclude that Kathryn was a deprived child.
21. She goes on 2 rides brefore the rest of us (we were wating for the first seat. My take: We've already waited all this time, we can wait 15 more minutes for a good seat) with Sarah L. Sarah L worst person to go on high rollar coasters with because her extreme fear of heights.
22. kathryn gets off rollar coaster. Said she liked it, but she will probably never go on one again.
23. The rest of us get on. Have fun, get picture taken, blah blah blah.
24. Go on "Hang 10" ride, a huge seat with 50 people in it that swings and flips you over and upside down and all the manner of places.
25. Delay because man to big for saftey belt to fit on.
26. In ride-operator-lady's own words: "It won't close because of you. "
27. Guy gets off, we ride ride.
28. Find Ariel and Sophie, and we start heading to award ceremony. But lose Kathryn and Sarah.
29. Run around franctically for Kathryn and Sarah, because if they're not there, Ariel gets 2 hour detention for not having her whole group at ceremony.
30. It starts to pour.
31. All schools and park-goers hiding under umberallas and things. People from our town (including us) start dancing.
32.Find Kathryn and Sarah, but me and Elmar have to pee. Badly.
33. Run around park shouting at random people, "Where's the bathroom!"
34.Run back to ceremony in case we're late.
35. Right now, I'm so wet my jeans are slipping down my butt, and my shirt is clinging so tightly that you can see my belly button. The shirt covers it, but like, sticks inside of it.
36. Emma wearing yellow shirt. Emma also wearing green bra.
37. Ceremony commences.
38. We win "Supiror"(sp) awards across the board, for concert band, jazz band, chorus (all of which I am in, thankyouverymuch) and girls emsemble. Excellent for orchestra.
39. Pity orchestra people for a while.
40. Pity for them soon overwhelmed by winning the "Espir de Cours" a prize for best behevoir in the park, (and means "sprite of the group" in french, which makes no sense becasuse w're in Pennsylvania and they're anyhting but french, so why not just put it in english) but joy is mostly from proving Mr. Polci wrong, we werent the worst bunnch of kids he's ever had behevoiral wise, it WAS the 8th graders from last year.
41. Ceremony ends.
42. We got eat some more. Elmar inhales 2 ice creams. I attempt to eat one neatly. Fail miserable.
43. Zach gets into line with Kathryn and Sarah L. We're all waiting for them to get their food.
44. I lick ice cream to prevent it for dripping all over the place.
45. Emma shouts, "Michelle! You're like making out with your ice cream!"
46. Zach turns around just in time to see me do it.
47.Zach cuts Kathryn and Sarah L in line. Big-eyed bastard.
48. We go on one last ride before it's time to leave.
49. After ride, make a mad dash out of the park thinking we're late.
50. We're 20 minutes early.
51. Emma, Ariel and Sophie still in park.
52. We try and prank them, saying the buses are leaving and all the teachers are soo mad.
53. Doesn't work. Half the school is still in the park and they see them.
54. I make a new best friends with a old guy in a bright green shirt named Germain. Pronouced german. Doesn't make any sense.
55. Take picture with Germain.
56. Elmar goes to bathroom. I follow 5 minutes later.
57. Accidently walk into boys bathroom. Realize where i am, try to get out, slip, grab onto wall as slide out of there with as much grace as possible.
58. Cute jerk claps for like 5 minutes.
59. Buses comes, we leave.
60. Uneventful bus ride (except for changing incident, mention above) get home, end of trip.

Yay! Grrrrreat as frosted flakes trip.

the lowdown: Well, it turns out that me and Kathryn were right! Greg DOES smove Rachel!

However, just as we were congratulating ourselves on this particular piece of investigation, we learn that she DEFINETLY DOES NOT smove him. At all.

Poor Greg. He can never seem to get a break.

First Carrie, now Rachel? He probably told her he smoved her (liked, in his words) becasue his profile says "Tell me the truth." Or he's thinking about telling her.

Let's all try and send a telepathic message to him so he doesn't. It would just mean more public humiliation and he had enough of that while going out with Carrie.

Speaking of Carrie, she was talking to us (mainly Sophie) and then goes, "Oh look! Emily and Kevin are making out again! I'm gonna go over and interrupt. It's so fun!" And off she went, to go jump on the table Emily and kevin (who, by the way, were making out almost constantly) were sitting at.

I wouldn't blame her. That's a kind of thing I would enjoy doing, just to bug them.

Apparently, no one likes, Emily, even though that isn't new. Sarah L said that Nick W (the kid who saw me running) was like, "I hate Emily so much! I just want [imiatates shooting head] everytime she speaks!"

Also, I head from Sarah that this girl Connie (relatively popular, no one knows why, she's mean, not smart, and if I do say so myself, pretty ugly. But she's on the A soccer team)was discribing her dress, and Emily goes, "Oh, I think I have that."

Of course Connie was upset. Omfg, someone else had her dress! This was going to ruin her entire graduation and/or life.

Though I am being a bit hypocritical, since I would NOT be happy if someone else had my dress.

But that right now, is irrelavent.

Well anyway, all Connie's friends were reassuring her, by saying that she was so much thinner than Emily, and Emily couldn't pull it off. Which, although I'm not big on thin, having a little weight to you is much better, and sort of wish I had a chubbier figure (without making my butt any bigger, I can already balance stuff on top of it while standing) I agreed with. Emily should not wear clothes that make her thighs look like slabs of ham. Or tang tops that accentuate belly fat.

They also said that she poses for pictures with her stomach sticking out. Like, she arches her back, and she can't get away with it. I agree. I cna't even get away with it, and I'm a bit thinner than Emily. Only the popular girls (who interestingly enough, almost never have boyfriends, although they're considered to be the most popular) with the flat-as-a-board chests and butts and look like seven year olds, though I'm pretty sure they've all atleast started puberty, can get away with it.

And you do not want to look like them.

Fun day, but that great gossip. Girls bitching about eachother doesn't really interest me, unless it's about someone I really hate. And Emily, though she has her many, many, downfalls, has not quite reached that status yet.

Ttfn!

Can't belive i just typed that. Ttfn? Tata for now? Let's revise that.

Weezleborg!

Georgette pie!

2006-06-01T16:17:00.000-07:00

Awwww, my sweet little rattie geogette ish scared of the thunder and lightening! She freezes and then runs under something everytime there'a rumble

Although this doesn't make much sense at all, this reminds of this one coversation I had with Dylan when I liked him. Back in those ignorant, awkward days of 9 months ago. Hey well, you can grow a baby in 9 months, who says I cant have a complete change of opnion in the same amount of time?

So, I said, "Omg, It really has to snow. I'm so sick of it being cold without any benefits!"

He answers, "It's snowing over here."

Oops.

But really, it's snowing over here? We live in the same town. I can walk to his house in 15 minutes. I know. I've tried.

Woah, Lily, my old best friend, just imed me. And then was like, "Wrong person." Hey! She stills talks to Sarah L, why not me? WE don't evne make eye contact in the hallways anymore. And I didn't do anything. SHE left US. Lily was always one to jump to conclusions. And I was the one who brought her back down to earth.

Oh well. She looks totally awful now though, gained weight, dressed worse, dyed her hair a weird shade of orange and wears more eyeliner with her new friends. So ha!

Oh and here's the whole reason I started this post. Check out this link! I love it!

http://movies.msn.com/movies/dvd/chickflicks?GT1=8241

It's an article from MSN.com detailing the greatest chick flicks of all time.

Oh and in case you didn't notice, theres a new post underneath this. Just in case. Becuase I want you to read it.

Ok, I'll stop now.

To smove or not to smove, that is the question.

2006-06-01T14:38:00.000-07:00

Hmm. Slightly regretting decision to admit to self abotu smoving Rob. Might possibly smove someone else.

Or anyone willing to smove me.

Maybe I should just go back to the way things were before, sor tof boringwith nothing to dream about during language arts, but still. Thewre was no happiness bubble popping then filling then popping.

That all can be very damaging to a girl's self-esteem. And i'm not even getting to te total wrecking of my diet and exersize plan.

However, my hair has been looking particulary nice, especially today, considering I do nothing but brush it and slap some frizz products on it. Maybe that's from smove. Or the new leave-in conditioner I've been using.

But, I'm not sure if great hair is worth my emotional well-being.

Who am I kidding, of course it is!

To change topics, something very embarassing (althoug i'm have much, much, much worse, I seem to be an embarassment magnet, even though it would help if i occasionaly paid attention to the world, instead of the one going on inside my head) happened in music mod. Once again...

I'm Cursed Event #5-So, we had to do this stupid rythm project which involves getting into groups and making a composition using our bodies then preforming it for the class.

So of course i'm in a group with Jessica (she's fun sometimes but mostly loud and obnoxious, even though i'm the last one to say anyhting about that), Kathryn K (there's never been anything bad about her, but she's soo....vanilla. You know what I mean) and Hannah (uber uber annoying. You know she's really annoying because I used the word "uber". Twice.)

NOw, my sound was a stomp, but it wasn't loud enough. So I had to jump up and down. Blah, blah, blah, we're preforming it for the class. SO we get up there, all standing up and we do our little thing while I jump on beats 1,2 and 6.

Then, we go back to our seats and this guy Matt B was like, "wow, Michelle, you were really enthusiastic" from almost across the chorus room and everyone laughed, including me because it was funny.

Anyway, I go to the bathroom after that class, and I start jumping up and down in front of the mirror to see what he was talking about. I just thought my hair was like doing it's usual, "I', a seperate furry creature on Michelle's head!" thing. But alas, this was not to be. It was worse. Much worse.

I WAS BOUNCING! And I'm not talking about my head. Like 8 inches lower than that. And it was soooo obvious.

That's it. I'm never getting up in front of my music class ever again.

the lowdown: Well, this town has been record-breakingly boring this past three days. But...

Emma said that she saw Emily cupping Sean's butt in homeroom!

Now, Sean is this guy that Emily flirts with constantly, hangs out alone with and I guess now has moved to body-part holding up. It wouldn't be that big of a problem if a) Kevin wasn't so obsessed with her and particially brain washed and b) she allowed him to talk to other girls besides Caitlin R.

Kevin lives in almost constant fear that she'll start going out with him behind his back, even though Emily has some competetion.

Jay, the resident gay guy, says that if he was still gay (apparently he likes girls now) he would totally bang Kevin.

Watch out Emily! Jay is hot stuff... if you like green flip flops. On guys.

Yup, it was pretty much, altogether, a very boring day.

[EDIT] I got a new email address!! Finally, I'm not using my dad's anymore. It's...DA DA DA!!

bigpinkearaser@hotmail.com

Yay! Hmm...look, Hotmail wants to sign me up for some free notices provided by them...

How about, Teen Clothing, Watches and Jewelry, Womens Clothing, DVDs, Books and Magazines, Romance and Relationships, Travel (I plan to someday...), Coupons, Bargins and Clearance, Flowers, and Photography (digital and more!) to start with.

Hey, it's not like I'll be getting much other mail.

I smove you.

2006-05-31T15:11:00.000-07:00

And it's Wednesday. ONE MORE FULL DAY TIL DORNEY!!

Yeah, the music program kids (aka everyone) are going to dorney park this fridayyyy and even though it's garanuteed to suck almost as much as last year,

(it was cold, we went on water rides, we were subsequently cold and then we bought shirts to wear, went a little crazy, starting stroking Greg because he was dry...Elmar:Omg! Greg! You're so warm! Everyone else: [starts feeling Greg's arm]You're right!...and that's pretty much it)

but maybe this time it will be warm at least. And no stroking.

OK, so today in math, MRs. Gartner was at a convention or something in the school cafeteria (makes alot of sense I know) so we had to do work all period. So, Greg and Dylan were talking and Greg's like, "Dude we should totally have to play manhunt this weekend!" (god, he's just as big of an idiot as Dylan, and Olivia (my friend) thinks Dylan is the biggest idiot in the world, and I didn't have to convince her! Hahahaa and in her own words, "Everytime he gets up first to hand in his test, I just want to scream, ' Sit down Dylan!' and tear his huge head off!". That's enough for now.).

And then Dylan's like, "why'd you say that? NOw we have to invite Meagan!" and that was supposed to be funny. But, the sad thing is all the guys were talking, even Gabe, who's own friends say he's boring (have to agree with them on that one) except for like Miles, Kevin S, James Z and Zach.

NOw, all of them aren't really friends with the rest of the guys, except for Zach. I felt soo bad fr him. he was just sort of sitting there (which is what i do all period...but that is irrelavent), all alone. I mean, who are his friends? I thought he at least knew these guys enough to talk to them. Kameron was conversing in his weird way, and he sits with one other person in the middle of the cafeteria at lunch!

To abruptly change topics, I think I might have a crush. On someone. But it's going to be a shhhhh secret. With myself. Ooooo.

I think I will call him Rob. After the character in my ocabulary dramas (In case you're wondering,too make vocab homework more interesting, I would make a little story out of it, and I always used two chracters, Sally and Rob. They story of the up and down sof their stormy relationship is too complicated to explain right here, but I'll give oyu a sneak peek. Rob was off his rocker and stalked Sally. Sally still loved Rob. I bet you cna imagine how things went from there).

Ooooo. ROb. The mysery man. Since I know you're just all on the edge of your seats waiting for me to tell you, I'll give you 3 hints:

1. He's a boy. Obviously.
2.He pees standing up.
3. He puts his pants on one leg at a time.

There! I'm sure it's quite obvious who it is now...

but seriously, admitting you have a crush on someone is serious (or however serious teenager dome could be) business. That's letting one perosn have total control over life. How much you eat, what you wear, how long you spend on your hair, your make-up, your exersize regimen, the places you go, how much you pay attention in class, the length of your nails...even your happiness.

That one person could inflate or pop your happiness bubble within seconds. All it takes is a look, or a un-look (if that's possible). It's giving them an incredible hold on your life.

Which is never good.

You know, I always had this weird picture of unrequited love (or like. Is anyhting love at my age? it's always like. Or like like. Or maybe possibly Love like. But sometimes there are so many likes and loves I get confused. Why don't they call premature love something different? Like, smove. There we go. I smove Rob)

It involved, like a person hand, inside your chest, and it pulls your heart out (the person you smove but doesn't smove you back) and there's blood everywher, and it hurts because well um...you're hearts gone. If they smoved yiu back, your heart would be replaced with their which like, fills the arteries, stops the bleeding whatever.

So once you think about it, smove is quite gory.

the lowdown: OK, so I joined myspace (not so i cna have one, just to look at thepictures) and saw the infamous Kevin and emily making out pciture.

It wasn't that great.

Just lke emily sort of on top of kevin. Yeah, pretty weird to have it on a public place, but that wasn't the big question. That question was:

WHO TOOK THE PICTURE??

OH and Carrie and Greg broke up. He broke her. Again. His profile view:

Nice guys finish last. You're running
out of gas. You're sympathy will get you
left behind. Sometimes you're at your
best, when you feel the worst.

Yeah. That's all I have 4
Me and Kathryn have both to say.

But, me and Kathryn have concluded that he likes Racheal.

Evidence:

1. He said hi to her in hallway, very short ansd akwardly, whether Greg is usually very open and talktive to girls (unlike his friends. Epcially a very hot one named Chris. )
2. He lent her a Hot Chili Peppers CD in homeroom, RIGHT IN FRONT OF CARRIE. Which is a big step for formorly man-slave Greg.

Err.. that's it. But we're still certain. Need further research.

Sorry about the lack of gosip updates. Like anyone else cares about what goes on in my school, but still.

Smove and kisses.

It made sense in my brain..

2006-05-30T14:32:00.000-07:00

OK, to continue my last post (hopefully I will finish and it will be nice and looooong)Oh and by the way, i'm sitting on my bed wearing my graduation heels with my favorite little fat rat, Georgette, who is the fattest and ugliest and meanest of all 3 rats we have but everyone loves her the best anyway, is rumaging through my garbage for food.

YOU COULD LIVE OFF YOUR BODY FAT FOR 2 WEEKS!

That is all.

Gained:

further proof that i'm cursed
2 water blisters on the undersides of my feet
freckles
a new method of measuring my happiness
new love for High School Musical
a picture of the back of Tim Leonard's head
a picture of a balding guys elbow
sweat

Lost:

a confromation entry form from Who's Who Amoung Accomplished Middle School Students (it's arond my room somewhere....maybe Georgette will find it. She has a special fondness for paper)
a lot of air from my happiness bubble
water
all of Tim Leonard's previous repect for me (if any)
weight (hopefully)
ability to walk in heels (if every had any)
all faith that Ariel will not end up a 200 pound 40DD like her Aunt

I think that about sums up the past four? two? three? days. It seems like time is passing me by like....a train or something else that passes by. To explain:

Further Proof that I'm Cursed-

I'm Cursed Event #4- Well, me, Ariel and Sarah are at the movies, waiting in line because we did not fandango like Greg, and OF COURSE disaster strikes.

Instead of seeing te DaVinvi Code another time, tickets were sold out when we were just about to get them. CURSED I SAY!

So, we end up seeing X-Men 3. But, this is a blessing in disguise, and...

TIM LEONARD WAS THERE!!!

Yes, the hottest sophmore everrrr ( at least to us. He's Sarah L's older brother's friend, and Ariel and Sarah L are like obsessed with him. The rest of us think he's just, you know, incredibly totally, mind-blowingly gorgeous) was in the theater...ND SITTING 4 ROWS IN FRONT OF US!!AHHHH!!

After the subsequent freak-out following this discovery, I calmed down enough to get out my phone to take a picture. However, there were some obstructions like this annoying red-haired kid, this balding guy's elbow, balding guy #2's elbow blah blah, I got past them of course.

So, I'm just sitting there, minding my own business and keeping my camera glued to Tim Leonard's head, when BAM he turns his head to the side. I quickly try and get a picture, but of course Balding Man #1 choses to use the armrest at this particular moment. As I curse (not to myself, and certianly not silently), the inevitable happens.

TIM LEONARD TURNS AROUND!!

He obviously knew what i was doing, and he probably recongnized Ariel. So, I, doin what any normal human being would do, ducks to the floor. Real discreet.

Not.

Once again, I'm cursed. Two probably gay but still creepy friends-who-are-boys stare at my chest, BigHeadMcUgly hears me talking about him, a guy sees my purple lacy underwear...and now TIm Leonard thinks I'm a creepy stalker.

Which I sort of am.

But that is beyond the point.

OK, now to introduce....MICHELLE'S MAGICAL HAPPINESS METER!!
WEll, it's not really a meter. More like a philosophy. That has alot to do with wooshing and bubbles.

So, I imagine that everyone is floating on their own little bubble of happiness. Now, you're up , up, up on your bubble, and you're all like "Whee!! I'm so happy because i'm on a bubble"

Your bubble gets bigger when good things happen to you, like....erm...eating chocolate or straching your foot.

BUT air whooshes out of your bubble when bad things happen to you, like walking barefoot so much you get water blisters on the bottom of your feet, or sweating emensly because there's a huge heat wave in your town or losing a Who's Who form or...

Let me stop right there. You can imagine.

Also, the air can totally whoosh out in one big...err...whoosh. That's popping your happiness bubble. It's the sinking feeling you get when soething really bad happens, like getting a math quiz back and seeing a 70% on top and knowing that you'll get a B- on your report card and that's the lowest grade of your life and you're totally gonna fail highschool math if you stay on this track.

Yeah. And you fall down, down, down the mood meter so fast you can hear the whooshing as you tumble to the bottom.

Well, it made sense in my brain.

Which incidentily is the new title of this blog. For a good reason too.

Anway, yesterday (rhymes!) I went to my friend Ariel's house for a barbeque because it was with her family and her mom said she could bring one friend and there I was.

Unfortunetly, all her stories are true, and her aunt is HUGE.

Like, unimaginably. There is fat covering her knees. Not to mention her boobs. They're beyond DD (that's what she says her size is). Like, DDD. Or G. Or maybe even an L. I bet her boobs weigh more thatn I do!

I say that with the upmost respect for Ariel's aunt.

Just I hope that isn't in Ariels gene pool. Or I would totally agree with her and never get pregnant, only adopt since pregnancy is supposely where her aunt gained all that weight. Even though I'm not sure that's possible in 9 months.

On a lighter note (heeheehee), today in band, it was unimaginably hot. Really. It must have been like 10000000+ degrees in there. And it doesn't help to have over 60 adolescants sweating in it either. The room smelled like a giant's socks, except with the temperature I'm sure you can only find at the center of the earth.

To sum it up, it was hot and smelly.

So, me, Dan and Chris are just like talking about whatever, you know... "It's hot,....it smells..... I smell.... You smell....it's hot.." So, all of a sudden I go, "I really want to faint."

Which is true. I spent an hour practicing how to fake it once. That isn't wierd or anyhting.

So, Dan's like, "Omg, me too!" (you cany totally see why I engage in gross sterotyping here and call him gay). So of course I ask if he's serious, which, DUH, the answer is yes, why would you think anyhting different michelle? We ARE dealing with Dan.

So he's going on about it, saying, "Yeah, I want it to be like a graceful fall, though. One that wouldn't hurt when I woke up. Just like, 'Whoo...' (demostrates). Like that. Nad everyone would be like'omg! What happened?'"

Once again, you have to agree with me. Altough I've never met a outside of the closet person, and wouldn't know, and all people are different, and maybe he's just a really crooked straight person, but still. "Like 'Whooo'"?

Of course, during the course of band practice, him Chris and me pretend to faint across eachother..blah blah blah and then we all decide to faint at the same time against eachother, except me, being a) the shortest b) a girl and c) significantly lighter than both of them fall over onto the floor.

So we're all like Hahahaha funny. And Mr. Polci sees us and gives me a LOOK. WHich isn't the first time.

I feel like Mr. Polci expected something more from me. Like, I don't know, quieter, a little lesss talking with the boys, a little less fooling around? I'm still a nice quiet band member!

I sort of think he thinks I'm a skank.

Because that's the look he gave me. A, I've-seen-though-your-little-good-girl-disguise-skank knid of look.

Which I'm not. Serously. Mr. Polci must be living on the past,when women weren't allowed to vote or open doors for themselves.

Oh and sorry about the abrupt change of topics, but saturday night, me, Ariel and Sarah L watched (finally, we've been listening to the music for weeks)

HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL!

Yes, we are THOSE people. And also yes, it was a stupid movie. But still. So was Dirty Dancing, and that's one of my favorite movies of all time. Then again, High School Musical is not Dirty DAncing.

[from movie]

Mr. Bolton: You haven't missed a pratice in three years, then THAT GIRL shows up and..

Troy: THAT GIRL's name is Gabireilla, and she's very nice!

I think you get the gist of it.

On the other hand, it does have it's own Patrick Swayze. ZACH EFRON!! Who, actually is very hot, although probably gay. For example, we were watching this one part for the fifty billionth time over and he was wearing a denim jacket. So I'm like..

He looks really good in denim. Or you know, nothing.

That about finishes everything. So long, and good night! NO wait...day....or afternooon....whatever.

Quickie

2006-05-28T16:26:00.000-07:00

OK..yeah, i'm heading out of my house like right now, but i just wanted to post saying i'm going to post....

I know it doesn't make any sense. Just go with it.

Just my luck!

2006-05-27T12:35:00.000-07:00

Woah.....i have been having the weirdest "conicidences" happening to me. Seriously.

I think I'm jinxed.

What have I done to deserve this? I haven't done anything seriously bad to anyone. Oh no. Maybe my karma from when me Deanna and Ally thought we were unicorns, except me and Deanna didn't like Ally, so i made her character and Deanna's fall off a cliff, and I could only save Deanna! Or maybe Emily really IS a witch and she somehow knew i said that and now has cursed me?

Too many questions, so little answers.

Weeeellllll anyway, let me explain There have been 3 events in the past two days that have lead me to believe this.

I'm Cursed Event #1- So, on Thursday, I was talking to SArah as we walked back from band. I first made sure there was a row of people in front and behind of people we don't know before I started telling her about this Dylan-is-a-big-headed-idiot story. It sort of goes like this-

So, this guy Karl brought im cake for his birthday and Dylan, I guess who is Karls's "Friend" (who knows why) was helping him cut it. BY the way, Dylan handed out pieces strating at his side of the room, whichwas across the classroom, instewad of my side, which was right in front of the cake.

So blha diblah blah...he drops the cake, we have a whole discussion about how the floor is cleaner than the cafeteria tables, Jay eats icing off of it...normal stuff. Then we get into who dropped it (dylan obviously, don't even know why we're tlaking about it) and will shouts out, "It was Dylan's gigantic head!"

Which is when I completely lost it, and unsucessfully tried to stifle my laughter with my hand and just ended up with a weird snort (this happens all the time).

Now, I normally, hate Will. He's obnoxious, hyper-competative, rude, ugly (he probably most redeeming trait) and sexist. Besides, he does not realize that people can tell if he's not looking in the eyes when we're talking to him.

We all know he's blatenly staring 8 inches south.

But in this moment I loved him.

So, I'm relating this whole story to Sarah, and I'm near the end when I see Dylan trademark huge head[literally] right over my shoulder, inbetween me and Sarah. NAd he's whisteling, which means he was probably listening the hwole time.

AHHHHHHH!!!!

So I promptly clamp down on her arm and hiss, "Walk faster!!!" but alas, the damage had been done.

I'm Cursed Event #2- So today I'm runing right (Yes, I;ve finally got off my lazy ass and started running)? And it's like 115 degrees outside, it's 1:30, and sunny.

let's give a rundown of what i look like:

sweating profusly from every pore in my body
breathing heavily
hair is falling out
wearing a black sweatly spagetti strap tangtop
that's wet because i accidently ran into a sprinkler and spent 5 minutes spiinnning around trying to see where it was coming from, only to discover it was right in front of me
blue soffe shorts
with an ipod hanging from them
which probably pulled them down just enough to see the edge of my underwear
which was a purple lacy thong
because this morning, I opened my drawer and did not think, "Exersize. Practical panties" but "Ooh! Purple!"
and no makeup.

Now, because i'm cursed, Nick W , a guy I know, decides to be in his front yard when I come running by, and he also decides to drop his soccer ball in the street, and also decides to turn around just as I'm next to him.

He goes, "What's up?" but I'm sure he meant, "Why are you sweating so much?" as I wave with as much of a smile as I can conjured on my face, which is so red it's about to fall off.

All I cna say is, "Why must my young life be plauged with such embarassment?"

I'm Cursed Event #3- So, on thruday, I had a pull-out trumpet lesson, which i have every thursday. The guys in my group are Dan, Chris, Kameron...you know, the trumpet guys.

So, once we all get there we discover that Mr. Polci isn't there. But, none of us wanted to go back to class, so we sort of hung out in fron the band room. We played some like weird little games like musical chairs,, whichinvolved me and chris running in circles around one chair as Dan stood with his back to us going, "Doo do doo.."

In short, we cut class. I know, I'm such a rebel.

But anway, Chris (being weird) takes the pece of paper he was holding and stuffs it in his shirt. He's like, "Heehee, this is what most girls do" as he gets a blatent stare from me when i gaze at the one "boob" he's created.

So Dan comes, and I'm like, "Dan, Chris just stuffed himself." ANd He's like" Blah blah..something i don't remeber but what he said wasn't really the point of this story anyway"

So we're having this discussion about stuffing (well, it's better than the time chris found a pad in the cage, thought it was a tampon and him and Dan screaming, "Omg!! A TAMPON!!" and me, being the only girl, having to explain, no, it was not used, and no it's not a tampon. ) and to make sure they don't get the wrong impression and Dan tells his hot friends (how he's friends with them, I don't know, but I don't want them to get the wrong idea of me) I go, "Well, I dont' stuff."

This leads to Dan and Chris going, "You don't...." and staring for like 10 minutes at my mammary glands.

Luckily, Kameron hadn't gotten there yet or he probably would have tried to cop a feel.

To reiterate, AHHHHHHHH!!

And there you have my reasons for thinking I'm totally jinxed. There was also yesterday, when me Kathryn and sarah went to the movies and the whole place was packed and we werent getting tickets in this lifetime and then we saw Kyle S, Jon G and Greg. That wasn't really bad, just like, "What a coinkydink!"

To sum it up, I wish I was Linsey Lohan.

Wandering Gypsies and Witch-Burnings

2006-05-24T14:56:00.000-07:00

OK, that last post was form like, two days ago, when my computer ran out of charge and turned off. But, I was too busy being lazy and not doing anything productive that I didn't bother to tunr it on again or go online.

Well, absoballylutley nothing has happened. Except for Greg advertising Greg M's enomous sperm count.

So, in French me and Emma were doing our conversation project, when all of a sudden I see a math book looming in my field of sight. I turn to the side, and there is Greg, once again willing to bash Mrs. Gartner and the maht she is teaching us (him and me and a bunch of other people are in a "special" super accelarated math class, which by the way, makes alot of the guys think they rule the freaking world, but Greg is one of the good ones.).

He was even more willing because this morning, Mrs. Gartner was absent, except either she or the office neglected to provide us with a sub. So, me and the other 16 people in the class had to wait outside. Our bell rings, we're still there, the highschooler's beel rings, we're still there, Mr. Simoe comes to get attendance, we'll still there!

So he decided to take us down to the office to find a teacher. There we were, wandering the hallways. Like the gypies, without a home. Until, unfortunetly Miss Meade, the new guidence conselour, was chosen.

Now, you have to understand that every boy in the grade thinks Miss Meade is soo hott. So she's comes in to catcalls and Dylan making stupid comments. NAd this lasted the whole period.

SHe also found Mrs. Gartner's lesson plans, which involved us doing 3 lessons in one day, which amounts to 3 days homework. Which we could do during class. Which made me really bored. Which mande me think of a flag sticking out of a wall. Which made me laugh histercally to myself. Which made people look at me weirdly. ARG!!

Well anyway, back to what I was saying before. So Greg (and everyone else of course) was eagar to complian about this, and damn Mrs. Gartner to a lifetime in Antartica with the penguins. But the thing is, greg always wants to talk about math with me. Always. Like, we don't need to. You have plently of other people to talk to. Why come over to me and talk about something we've talkee about almost every freakin day.

CAN'T YOU THINK OF ANYTHING ELSE TO TALK TO ME ABOUT BESIDES MATH?!?!

So we complain for a bit, but then he goes back to his seat and me and emma continue working.

[OK, for you to get this story, you have to understand where everyone is sitting.

Greg

Greg M.

Emma.

Me.(facing this way ^ opposite of everyone since i was sitting on a desk talking to Emma) ]

Then, Greg M. starts talking (to no one by the way,i guess in his head we're listening) about like, his braces...math test...paralell lines..teeth..braces..teeth some more..in short, complete crap.

So Greg, sensing my aggravation and my effort to ignore Greg M without being mean (or maybe it was the expression on my face) catches my eye and starts making faces at the back of Greg M's head. So I'm like laughing (attravely I hope, not the wide opened, face-distorting honk I usually have) and then,

Greg gives him bunny ears.

And I positively crack up.

You see, I was re reading the DaVinci Code yesterday, since I just saw the movie, and in the book, Professer Leigh Teabing says, "So, when you give your mate bunny ears, you're actually advertising his large sperm count." (it makes a V, chalice.....blah..blah)

So, Greg was, instead of poking fun at Greg M, actually saying,

DUDE, THIS GUY IS SOOO FERTILE! LADIES, COME HERE AND HE'S SURE TO GET YOU PREGNANT!

Which, I, of course thought was funnier than a flag sticking straight out of a wall.

the lowdown: Nothing. at all. Except greg and Carrie are getting extermly boring, so my focus has shifted to a new couple.

The power couple of the grade, Kevin and Emily.

Apparently, there is touble in paradise, because not onlny is Emily ruining Kevin's friendships with girls in general and practically walking around, holding KEvin on a little leash (yes, kevin is more of a man slave than Greg) she is also majorly flirting with all these guys.

This guy Eddie, being the supreme prat he is, also told KEvin that Emily was going ot with him AND some other guy (Sean).

Poor Kevin. Becuase of Emily, he's lost his apeal and self-confidence.

You see, Kevin used to be like really hott. Like, the hottest guy in the grade. But, Emily has seriously managed to bring that down. Waaay down. He's just, not good looking anymore. Emily has tainted him. With her stoned evilness and constantly opened mouth with squintey eyes (I'm allowed to say that because she's a bitch).

She a witch I say! Let's tie to a rock and see if she drowns!

Once in a blue moon...

2006-05-22T16:42:00.000-07:00

OK, my little brotherr just exposed himself to me. Let's take a look at this senario.

Alex: Michellle, have you seen the moon?

[just in: he just handed me a phtocopied pic of his butt]

Me: Yes.

Alex: Do you want to see it again?

Me: No. Please don't show me your butt.

Alex: Laughs histerially while mooning me.

He is such a weird little nudist.

Mile run....OF DEATH!!!

2006-05-21T10:07:00.000-07:00

OK, so today I've had...

-a bagel with pineapple creamcheese (good, healthy, hearty breakfast, even got a little fruit in)
-half of a cheese thing (protien is important for growing bones, regardless that i only have 1/2 a year of growing left to do)
-3 stale zeppoles (well, the fair only comes once a year...)

ARRG!!! I'm supposed to be eating healtheir today than the past week or two. Grr. Have been on eating binge from lack of sleep and that cursed fair. let's see, I'm still in my pjs and have eaten...

OK woah. CalorieKing.com says the "Zeppole Italian Doughnut" is only 65 calories....THAT CAN'T BE RIGHT!! It's fried dough! Can there be anyhting unhealtheir than that?

Oh well. God must have smiled on me, and made zeppoles miracolous-calorie-disappering-magic-food.

OH yeah, and the doctor said that I was 110 pounds.

I AM SOOOOO NOT 110!!!!

Thee nurse at school said I was 107 pounds (when I still thought I was 105..grr. Luckily, it was just muscle from pilates because my jeans didn't feel any tighter.) and then I just weighed myself and I'm 108!!! Even after 3 zeppoles!!!

OK, enough about my weight. I need to go and trian for the mile run. Because I am pathetic and can't barely run 2 laps around the track. Actually, I cna't run 2 laps around the track. I run 1 1/2 and walk the rest. As far as I'm considered, as long as the gym teachers see tha ti'm out of breath, then I won't lose credit in gym.

I'm sorry Mr Murphy, but WHY CAN'T YOU JUST GIVE PEOPLE AS I GYM? IT'S FREAKIN GYM!

Well about the fair. Uneventful, as usual. New safety policy mad elike every ride slower, and took awa y the one that was like a little metal basket that flung you into the air and turned you upside down, and replaced it with a large metal can that spins around really, really fast with no seatbelts, and barely any supervison.

Just for the record, that ride was awesome.

the lowdown-Hm.. nothing really. Didn't see Carrie and Greg together all three days the fair was here, and no new couples (that i know of yet) have gotten together.

Wait... no there was one.

OK, so this girl Lily (old best friend.. long story..w/e) has been going out with this guy Mick(Chris Mc somethingsomething) on and off for almost a year. Then, they break up (just learned about this, don't now how long it's been) and Lily sees Mick with her friend Victoria (which I totally saw coming, they're constantly flirting over my desk in science; I sit between them) and of course, being the drama queen she is breaks down.

Then, she proceeds to parade around the fair, black eyeliner (which was already halfway down her face when she put it on) covering her face and wailing...blahdiblahdiblah.

My question is, "WHY?!"

She broke up with him, she declared him fair game. Why anyone would want Mick totally escapes me, but anyway. She probably even told Victoria she could go out with Mick if she wanted to, but didn't really mean it which is something Lily would do.

Why bother doing that even? Just tell her, "THERE IS NO WAY IN HELL I'M LETTING YOU DATE MY EXBOYFRIEND"and be done with it. That would make is easier on everyone.

OK, rest of my day schedual.

-contacts and brush my teeth
-get dressed
-run
-shower
-homework (if have any)
-little brother's recital.

And off I go!

WHAT?! FAIR!?

2006-05-18T13:50:00.000-07:00

OK, biggest event in town has just somehow crept up on me. Thought it was next week nand BOOM! It starts today!

Ohh!! Look! Comments! I feel so loved....

Well anyway, sorry I haven't written for the past 5 days. I've been trying to do the impossible quest of catching up on sleep. Well, you didn't miss much. Greg M got his hair cut, whenI walked into math Greg (Carrie's boyfriend Greg...explained below) asked me, "Hey Michelle! Lok at Greg's new haircut! Doesn't it make him look hot?" Of course, Greg wasn't talking about himself, so I looked over at greg M and go, "Yeah!"

So luckily, everyone laughs. then, of course, Dylan has to add, "I bet Michelle...{insert something here that has to do with humping, it happened yesterday so I sort of forgot}"

AND NO ONE LAUGHED!!!

Heeheeheee. That made me very happy.

Well anyway, Mrs. Flynn (my music teacher) is still going on about "boys are living instrument 'farms" and "you better learn how to sing 'They Way You Look Tonight' so girls wil go out with you" so things are as normal as it gets around here.

And suprisingly, even though we haven't palyed it for a week in gym, I still suck at Ultimate Frisbee.

Now, we have set teams so we can "actually paly Ultimate" and I have no friends on mine,a dn I mainly just talk to Brian A. But, Sam (a boy who is annoying has a small head and obviously hasn't gone through puberty) is on my team. So he (being the obnnoxious snot he is) is going up to everyone on the team and going, "Can you throw or catch?"

Of course my answer is, "I can't throw or catch, so essentially, I'm totally useless."

So then Sam is like, "Omg, that team is sooo much bigger, that's sooo unfair" and I answer"WEll we only have 5 people on our team" and Brian A goes, "You forgot to count yourself."

and I'm like, "I'm not".

Then Sam goes on this rant like, "You're so down on yourself, You're like, "oh, I suck at life...blah di blah di blah..."

All I have to say to that obviously blanket statement assuming for everyone that sports=life, "Idon't suck at life, just sports."

Then, during the game, ignoring my instructions, not to throw the frisbee at me, Sam flings that sport disk of death right my way shouting, "here you go Michelle!" I, of course, scream back "I told you not to pass the me!" followed by a screech, jumping out of the way and curling into a ball while standing up (no easy feat, I assure you).

everypone laughed for like 10 minutes, including the gyms teacher who happened to be standing right by. Mr. Murphy yells, "Come on Michelle! You can do it!" to which I reply "It was scary!" I tel you, it was like staring death in the face.

And thus ends another day in gym.

Though,lately I've been thinkig about graduation. Not the ceremony, but the dance afterwards. I seriously neeeed to dance with someone. I haven't for my entire middle school career. Usually me and my friends sit in the back and spot out couples, laugh at Dylan becasue he almost never has someone to dance with, and make up our own little dances to the songs.

My personal favorite is the pizza-baking one.

Hm... maybe if I spent the next month trying I could either
1) get Gabe friends enough to ask to dance
or2) get him to ask me.

Now, why Gabe you ask? Lately he's been acting shyer than he usually is around me... (he's a very shy person) and maybe he might have become even more blind than he already is (he's like5. somthing magnifying on his contactys. I'm 3.75 and I can't survive without mine in) and thinks I'm hot. OH well. I have womenly wiles. I can use them. I think.

But, that would mean wearing short skirts, and pulling my tang-top lower and possible finding places to keep make-up in my clothes.

But seriously, the clothing is just inviting a undergarment sighting. Not like I have enough of those already.

the lowdown: Well, actually something did happen...

shocker!!!-

GREG AND CARRIE ARE BACK TOGETHER!!!

And she asked him out. Which means one of my theories is true. Carrie is keeping Greg as a man-slave.

See, they got back together yesterday. And the OLP fair, biggest social event of the season is today.

You put two and two together and see that Carrie couldn't get another guy, in the span of two weeks to go with her. So, she went back to Greg, whom she knows is obsessed with her.

How very man-slaveish of him.

this just in:

myfriendariel (5:07:04 PM): OMG
bigpinkearaser (5:07:15 PM): what?
myfriendariel (5:07:29 PM): you know in i capture the castle, the landlord guy?
bigpinkearaser (5:07:32 PM): yeah
myfriendariel (5:07:36 PM): he was the little kid in ET!
bigpinkearaser (5:07:40 PM): OMG!!

I highly doubt anyone but me and my friends get this. If you do, you are either telepathic, or clinically insane.

Posting frnm my phone...SOOO AWESOME!!

2006-05-18T13:48:00.000-07:00

Posting frnm my phone...SOOO AWESOME!!

Spirits?! Again?!

2006-05-13T11:21:00.000-07:00

OK...my pillow just fell down for no apparent reason. I'm sitting on my bed with my back to it, and i just flips over and falls.

THE SPIRITS THAT WE DIDN'T CONTACT OR EVEN TRY TO ARE SENDING ME MORE MESSAGES!!

First letters in my concealer, now flying pillows... what next? Sentences written in lipstick on my mirror?

Oh and there's a new entry under this.

Well the seance did bring up something..

2006-05-13T09:04:00.000-07:00

OK, so we decided not to the senace last night. Candles + dead grass = bad. So, we instead walked around the neighborhood.

ON our way to Greg's house (we wanted to shout emo in front of it then giggle) we met up with Carrie and Lauren B. suprisingly, they stopped to talk to us for a while, and we told them we were going to Brian's hosue (sarah l's mom told us she was having dinner there and we wanted to sit in front of it and giggle). SO they started to give us directions, which was totally useless since sarah knew how to get there anyway, so we parted.

After me, Kathryn, Emma and Sarah tried to slide down the mountain seperating us form Brian's house, at 9:00, at night, lighting it with our cellphones for like 5 minutes, we started to walk back toward Greg's.

So, we're walking up the street, talking about who-knows-what when I hear a voice up the street go, "Michelle?" (yeah, i have a loud voice, you could probably hear me across the nieghborhood)

It turned out it was Carrie and Lauren B again!! BUt this time we see a third figure walking towards us, and we assume it must be lke kathryn l, or Kim K. But as we get closer it becomes apparent that's it a guy, and BOOM! It's greg!

For a reason still unknown to us, Carrie and Lauren B went to his house and picked him up and we met up with them. So, they stayed and talked with us for an hour and a half (in which we did get a bunch of gossip, but most of the stuff we already knew).

You know, it always suprising me how readily Carrie wants to like, "remember th past" with me (we used to be goodfriends). Seriously. It was like 3 years ago, and we still joke about it. IN fact, I'm suprised they stopped at all. Personally, I think it was to keep Carrie away from until he had to go home. But then, they DID get him from his house.

WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON THERE????

OK, the way I see it, there are a couple options:

1. They didn't get him from his house, he met up with them by "accident"
2. Carrie "still wants to be friends" because he got really pissed when she stopped talking to him.
3.Carrie doesn't want him to like other girls, but just stay a sort of back-up for her for when the fair comes (which is next week, and she probably needs someone to go with). Almost like a little man-slave.
4.Carrie likes him??? I think the only time that would happen is when i run a 7 minute mile.
5. Lauren B likes him, and Carrie wants to encourage that (HIGHLY unlikely. She was half-flirting the whole time)
6. Carrie really likes to flirt.
7. Carrrie enjoys messing with greg's head.

So, no one really knows what's going on there. I'm not even sure if Greg or Carrie does.

the lowdown: Yeah,well we did hear some stuff last night..

Emily- was widely talked about. Apparently, not alot of people like her. And she's always throwing up. everywhere. Ew.

Se says she drinks like "40%"s. Alchohol that is. I'm sorry, but i didn't even know those exsisted. Or what they are. I've never heard of them. Am i ignorant? So anyway, Carrie's like, "Yeha, she's always throwing up. She'll go, "Blah! hahahahahaha i just drank like 40%s!!" and thinks it's funny."

I'm sorry, but how could any one think she's attractive after that?? Stomach acid only works with Elton John's wardrobe. Carrie also says, "DON'T TELL ANYONE THAT!" Seriously. If it was a big secrect, why tell us? We're not even your friends!!! You barely know 2 of us!

I guess she was just eagar for another emily-bashing session. Most people are.

Oh, and also, we found out that they all agree with most of our, like things. For instance, Zach's hair. They think it's scary, but it looks a little friednlier than before. And we're not the only people who make fun of JOn 's speech problem. Apparently, he graduated from speech school, but it didn't work for him. He sort of sounds like Rory from Gilmore Girls... and even Greg can't understand him, and they've been friends for like 10 years!

Another thing...

GREG LIKES BRING IT ON!!

You know, the movie. Probaby because you almost see Kirsten Dunst's boobs in it.

Well, I have to go make a card for my mom. No more buying her useless presents, like sock, using her money. There's no point. She gave me that money. Why would she want something toally useless just so she oculd open something on mother's day? It's a waste of her moeny, and a waste of my allowance. Which, by the way, it totally not working out becasue my parent sjust keep giving me money when i ask for it.

Oh well.

Dylan Encounters of the Strange Kind

2006-05-12T16:30:00.000-07:00

OK, woah...3 days without posting....oops.

Sorry, been really tired and very busy eating self into nice little hole of depression. Quite comfy actually. You see, for like the past 2 days, i've been sort of down (lack of sleep. God just didn't want this week to go well for me) and eating alot (also lack of sleep. Cut me a break God?).

YOu know what i mean by depression of course. NOt like slitting-my-wrists-while-screaming-to-Marilyn-Manson depression. More like Bridget Jones except I am:

a) not english, so do not have that quirky charm and
b) not 30

Well, anyway feeling very happy and energetic today, who knows why. Most things went wrong today. Let's make a list:

1. Dylan said something that infuriated me so much in geometry i could do nothing but think "I HATE YOU SO MUCH" and see red and white dots.
2.played volleyball for the umpteenth time in gym. we already did this for 2 months. WHY, GOD WHY?
3. had to listen to "Erl-King" a german song in music, which sounded much more like Wookie than German.
4.DYLAN ENCOUNTER in language arts
5.Library humiliation
6.Ariel accidently stepped on the back of my shoe, and went i went to walk it broke. Which shows how badly made these $35 shoes were, since my $3 flip-flops from the boardwalk have survived someone stepping on them and me falling flat on my face without breaking.
7. I look like a vampire in my dance recital make-up and
8. My little brother's asked me how i lived with myself when they saw me in said make-up.

Now, for some explinations.

Dylan encounter- So, minding my own business, I was innocently packing up my books after language arts. NOw, Dylan is in my class, and he also has homeroom in the same room right afterwards. By some cruel twist of fate, his seat in homeroom is directly behind where I sit in language arts. So, since he packs up with the speed of lightning, he gets to his seat while i'm still sitting in it. Now, anyone cordial and polite male with manners would wait for me to stand up, then move aside so i could pass.

But not dylan. He, instead, leans over me, putting his whole body practically over my head, and puts his books down. I must have made a face (i'm so honesatly disgusted it comes naturally now) because wen he finally moved for me, he's like, "Sorry Michelle" and I go poleitly (because i am a REAL LADY) "That's ok" and Dylan, being the stupid git he is goes, "You sure you're ok, michelle?"

I didn't even grace that with an answer. Just sort of turned my head and looked him sacastically in the eye. I swear, my eye said volumes. Or atleast, it shouted "YOU ARE A DIGUSTING BIT OF DOG POOP ON THE BOTTOM OF MY SHOE"

Ahh well. Now on the the library humiliation. Let's make another list of events.

1>. Ally was wearing high heels (it was like...some spirit day) and they were really hurting her feet. So I offer her my sandals and she gives me them.
2. They are technically the right size, but Ally and her ballon-like feet have streched then, making me walk like a drunken chicken.
3. I have to work on a math project ninth period.
4. 4 other people (including Dylan) have passes like me.
5. There are only 4 regular computers.
6. I stumble to ninth period as fast as I can to get my pass signed, then take off, running as best as drunken chickens can (which is not fast) to the library.
7. On my way there, I spot Dylan and 3 other people from my class (Greg, Zack and Aaron) going to get their's signed.
8. I totally think I'm gonna get there first.
9. I, totally out of breath, (running with oversized heels is no picnic) get to the door, only to see all 4 of them on the computers.
10. HOW THE HECK DID THEY GET THERE BEFORE ME!?!?!
11.concluded that Dylan is the spawn of the devil, and therefore flown him and his friends there.
12. Make some gesture l=that obviously signals "SHIT!!"
13. Greg sees me, and then whispers to everyone else.
14. All 4 turn around while i hobble my way in.
15, I hang around for a bit, then ask the crabby librarian if i could use the laptops for geometer's sketchpad.
16. Librarian promptly launches into a tirade while getting it out, shouting things like "Mrs. Gartner should never have sent you down....a whole cart for one person...i have huge bunions" and all the matter of useless things.
17. Everyone stops to stare.
18. finally, after that whole ordeal, I settle down to do my work (which is extermly frustrating with a laptop and I gesture at it angrily many times)
19. print out work
20. Go to printer, and see that it's not working.
21. Starting gesturing angrily at it, and mouthing stuff like, "I hate you" and "print or die"
22. Dylan turns around and sees me
23. I quickly return to my seat.
24.I finally figure out how tog et it too print.
25. return to printer.
26. still not working. Start furiously pressing buttons in effort to
a) break it
b) take my anger out on it
27. Non-grouchy-but-egg-smelling librarian sees me and diagnoses problem immdiatly. The printer is out of paper.
28. Goes in back to get paper (which take 15 minutes apparently) all the while yelling small-talk to me.
29. Entire libraby once agian turns around and stares.
30. Finally, everything is nice and printed. Try to exit gracefully from library.
31. Stumble, hit leg on desk, and go"Umrff!"
32. Practically run out, because i wanted to surl up and die.
33. Once outside, start laughing histerically at whole situation.
34. More people turn around and stare at the little retard girl laughing with herself.

And this is the only time Dylan stole a computer from me. Yesterday, I was in the library (sans heels) and I patiently waited in line to ask librarian if i could use the laptops or which regular computers had the program i needed.

Dylan waltzes in, goes next to the cart and shouts, "Can we use these?" Librarian goes no, there are 4 computers right there tha tyou can use. Of course, all 4 of them take them, and me, who got there first, gets none. I exited because I wasn't sticking around (and i needed a ride).

What ever happened to ladies first? that shouldn't only count when a ship is sinking.

the lowdown:Nothing except that Greg sooo obviously likes Carrie.

In french, he like tried to grope her once under the guise of finding out seomthing from her. Carrie totally panicked. And today, we were all talking (a group of us, with Carrie, and I sit right in front of her) and Greg comes over form the opposite side of the room and sits down next to me (closest he could get to Carrie) and starts directing questions to her. Of course, she does not answer. But that doens't stop Greg!!

Please, please, someone should tell him to give up.

Well, I go to go hold a seance (oh spirits of my dead aunt millie, who never met and the only thing i know about her is that she died) in some park with my friends. And remove my scary vampire make-up. Or should i keep it for dramtic effect?

A sign?!?

2006-05-09T19:57:00.000-07:00

Ok, really quick post before bed. I really have to stop procastinating so much. Ever since i got this laptop, i've been on it almost constantly, and my homework is getting done really late. So this compter is now used strictly for blogging. Let's hope i can stick to that better than my diet.

Here's a shocker: Today, I went to my little undereye conclealer pallet thing, and while i was swiping my finger across it, I saw some little indents in the conclealer. As I looked closer, I realized that it formed a G.

THERE'S A G IN MY CONCLEALER!!!

IT'S A SIGN!!

What could it mean? Gigantic? Green? Gynacologist? Oh no, is my make up telling me i'm getting ovarian cancer in highschool?!

Woah, calm. I'm sure it means green. That is (one of) my favorite colors. Like, 4th down the list. God or whatever diety sent me this must know that. Not the inner workings of my reproductive organs.

the lowdown: Nothing, except a little theory of mine..

I THINK GREG LIKES LAUREN!

Lauren is this popular girl, who i've known for a while (we live in kitchen-spying distance of eachother; she used to tellme what i ate for breakfast) and she's going out with this guy Jimmy, who is obsessed with her, but she doesn't like him. She's also a huge flirt. And carrie's friend.

Well, all the muscles in her knee got pulled (when she was tackled in a soccer game, go figure) and she's on crutches. So, she needs someone to carry her books from class to class. Now, any reasonabe person would make someone in their next class carry their books, but not Laren. Instead, Greg ends up carrying her books, and he's in music (i;m in his class) that period and music is three minutes away from every class in the building.So, there are five senarios:

1. Lauren likes him, and asks him to carry her books.
2. Greg likes her, and he offered.
3. Gregs a nice guy, and offered.
4. Lauren's trying to make Jimmy jealous, and she asks him.
5. Lauren's mad at Carrie, and asks him.

1,2, and 4 are all equally possible (Lauren really likes to mess with people's heads). 3 sort of is, but when you're class is half way across the school, you try to avoid detours. Wellllll i really have to sleep, i got to get up at 6 tomorrow.....and yeah.

OK, so tomorrow, be more productive and commencer une regime de marche rapidment.(for all you non-french speakers, that's start a regimine (or diet sometimes) of walking rapidly (which is close enough to running by my standards).

Lions, tigers and Zachs, Oh my!

2006-05-08T12:56:00.000-07:00

OK, something actually happened today! Yeah, besides me getting [literaly] an hour of sleep last night. I'm so suprised I didn't keel over in the middle of the hallway today. (I'm not muc of an all-nighter).

well, to keep you all in suspense, I;m gonna tell you about my science class. I swear, today was the funnest (not a word) class this year.

So, it all starts with everyone sitting quietly and doing 2 sheets (DOUBLE SIDED) filled with "Element Addition" which, in Mr. Moser's mind, is a very clever title. So all of a sudden Kameron blurts out, in his loud, annoying, eastern european, condescending voice, "What did the coo-coo clock say when copper and cobalt combined?" So everyone is like, "What? Is this a dream because i'm pretty sure I fell asleep 5 minutes ago?" And he goes, "Coo-coo!! hahaha" and then there's a long, pregnant pause. After which, everyone bursts intom laughter.

(If you need an explanation, Cobalt's symbal is Co and Copper's symbol is Cu. Combined, it's CoCu)

From then on, we spent the period making up element jokes. My favorite one, that I made up was,

Who is the president when Lithium (Li) and Cyanide (CN) combine? Lincoln! (LiCN)

Of course, Kameron seems to think of something dirty. I mean, hwo wasnt expecting this? This is the guy you almost asked me to lubricate his trumpet with my spit. So, of course, he refused to say it and just gives us the two elements. (Lead=Pb and Sulfur= S)

So I'm like, "PbS? That's a childern's channel! I should hope there's nothing dirty on it!"

Then you hear someone in the back (which I of course heard,, since I am in the back) quietly go, "Pubes?"

Then Matt (who is obvioulsy doing this for comic effect) shouts, "PUBES? WHAT ARE THOSE?"

After we got over the intial shock, everyone started laughing histerically. Tears were streamin down my face. Which isn't unusual, since that happens everytime I laugh, and I spend over 50% of my day laughing.

Yeah, I think you can clearly see how boring science usually is, if making bad jokes about element combinations is fun.

the lowdown- Now that I've kept you in suspense, let me release my shocking news...

ZACH CUT HIS HAIR!!!

NOw, he was always soort of cute, in a eyes -literaly-the-size-of-walnuts-long-girlish-hairhair-and-pursed-lips kind on way (hyphenated modifier. My language arts teacher would be proud) but, we always knew this look would be totally ruined if he cut his hair. You see, his eyes are too big. And too i-put-on-eyeliner-everyday-but-i-really-don't-it-just-looks-like-that (woah, two in a row!).

However, he did. He chopped off his long, feminine locks in favor of a sort of long mushroom cup. Like, a mushroom bowl sort of. Let's give an example of what he looks like now-
....

......

AHHH!!

Yeah, imagine seeing that first period, while pleasantly walking into math, minding your own business, when BAM! Horror movie worthy person sitting in the desk next to you. I nearly screamed, then started pretending to bite my nails so to not laugh.

I kept running into him in the hallways, too, and gasping whenever I saw his face. School has now become a place of nightmares....

You see, we thought this was never going to happen., unless someone held him at knife point until he choped off his hair. Or he gets a sombero glued to his head at Tim's Sis de Mayo party last saturday (appreantly alot of people were injured. How can you get hurt at a sis de mayo party? what, "I swear, the next thing I knew, the pinata was on top of me"?). But it turns out he actually wanted to.

well, at least everyone in Kathryn's homeroom thinks he looks like a lesbian now.

DONE!

2006-05-07T11:02:00.000-07:00

Finally...bending blog to my will... one problem.

THE POSTS AREN'T SHOWING UP!!

So, if you see this, this means the problem is fixed.

Hmm..maybe if I republish everything?

EDIT: sucess! Everything be-ootiful!!

2006-05-07T09:40:00.000-07:00

Grr. My momjust made me clean out my closet, then threw everything out of it because "it was sitll too messy".

WELL MOM, NOW IT'S MESSIER!!

Instead of yelling at her, (because she's sort of like my friend and i need her to sit and listen to me tell a story multiple times) I just put something that will rot under her mattress.

This time it was cheese. :)

A new layout!!

2006-05-07T08:56:00.000-07:00

Yes!! Figured it out. I went to www.blogskin.com and got a layout I liked. There are a couple problems though.....

1. HOW MANY FRIENDS COULD I POSSIBLY HAVE!!!!????

2. Why on earth would anyone think that left aligning the text is a good idea?

3. My dreams are not coming true every entry!!!

OK, i find some way to fix these problems, then hopefully i will be happy. Oh and one other thing...WHOSE GONNA POST ON MY TAG BOARD?? Besides, like Sarah. Ha! I'll add her to my friends list!! That means only 999 more friends to make.

I'll fixing these. Hoefully now.

and then what happened?

2006-05-07T07:18:00.000-07:00

and then what happened?

Ohh...I just sort of clicked on "Blog this!!" on the top of te page and got here....hmmm..... oh well.

OK, soo guess what?....

......

Well i guess yu can't play the "guess what" game in a blog. So I'll just tell you.

I GOT MY DRESS!!

It's for eigth grade graduation. I got it at some place called Lola's that looka like an absolute dump until you get inside. it's 45 minutes away and my mom's jewish friend told her about it. My mom's always like, "The Jews know!" (don't worry she's got nothing against jewish people). It happens to be a Besty JOhnson, which is weird because that's were I wanted to go if Lola's wasn't good. Let me try to get a picture...

( I just walked out of my room wearing nothing but a tank top and fourth if july underwear. There are builders wokring on my house right now. WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN TO ME?! That makes it three times i've done that, not couting the times my little brother's friends saw me)

OK, the dress isn't online, and this laptop isn't hooked up to a scanner, and im too lazy to go take a picture, print the picture, scan the picture and email the picture.

I'll get around to it eventually.

Well yesterday to super fun!! Besides getting my dress, i went out with my old gymnastics team to dinner and a movie (Stick it. It's a gymnastics movie). It was sooo fun!. Me and Mary (we're like best friends, we alwayshave been and we still d o stuff together) were sitting with Diana betweeen us, and we kept saying stuff and she kept going "shh!!" and shut up! Because she actuall wanted to watch the movie. I never thought that was possible! I feel the incredibly need to talk in dark quiet room. Here's an exert from the conversation:

Me: Eww..wouldn't it be weird if the coach and her got together?

Diana: shh!

Mary: he has a bump on his nose, do you think it's a pimple or did her break it?

[movie] Coach: Haley, I have something to tell you...

Me: I love you.

Mary: Its definetly a pimple.

Diana: Shut up!

Well anyway, it was super fun. It's sooo great to see them all again! We spent like countless hours together doing gymnastics. LIke COUNTELESS. Sometimes i feel like I saw them more than I saw my dad.

the lowdown: Once again, nothing. Greg has a depressing song in his profile, But "he tends to view the cup as half empty as opposed to half full" so that's to be expected.

Well, i'm out. i have a little show to do today with Sarah and Mary (there are 2 other people, but they aren't as as important blog-wise).

Hope i'm not one of them crazies..

2006-05-05T21:03:00.000-07:00

Yay! Fun night. We danced around to HIgh School Musical and filmed it...so it'll probably show up on VH1 when i'm 20. But...

ONE OF MY FRIENDS IS AGRAVATING MEEEE!

It's like she can't go 15 minutes without insulting me. I'm know i'm being a bit crazy about this, but it's soooo annoying. OK, she's one of your best friends. has plently of reedeeming qualities. But irritated, so can't think of them now. Like sometimes... ok, let me explain this relationship.

It's like an organ transplant. The oragan is in my body, all safe and happy, and it's alive, and i'm alive....but then something happens. My body starts to reject it! So I have to go through drug therapy and real therapy to cope with my inpending death. However, the organ and I are still somewhat attacted because i need it to um..live, and the organ needs a body to um..do organ things with.

Yeah, not sure if that made much sense, but it did in my head.

Oh and another thing. My 3 friends who don't talk to Greg much, or at all (because i don't tlak to him much, but more than they do) are always like aww, he's so sweet, and aww, that's not stupid, it's sweet. It's like, YOU DON'T KNOW HIM AT ALL. (another things i'm being a bit crazy about). Like, me, ariel and sarah are really the only ones who coorospond with him on a regular basis. And we think alot of things he does are funny (but nice at the same time. OK, mostly funny). Or maybe I'm just getting too good at finding humor in things. Maybe it's altering my preception of reality. Must stop immediatly. Starting now.

OK, totally not working. oh well. Is it really that bad to think that bringing cookies to a girl's house at 7 in the morning is hilarious?

Wow, i have to stop writing these after 12. I'm too cranky and bitchy. Hopefully, I'll be nicer in the morning.

Woah, just realized this is my 4th 9or 5th? brain stopped working) of the day. I need a life.

GASP! A third post?!?

2006-05-05T17:15:00.000-07:00

OK..welllllll a third post is reserved only for extra special, superdedooper importante (little spanish there for ya) things like....

THE LINK TO SARAH'S BLOG!!

and (drum roll please) it is..

www.glasshalffullfunny.blogspot.com/

CLICK IT NOW.

2nd post in two minutesss

2006-05-05T14:43:00.000-07:00

Yeah, I figured I shoudl separate my posts a bit so they don't get to tedious to read. Weeeell yesterday in band.. (wow i sound like Michelle from American Pie)

All the rumpets were getting up and playing one measure from a solo. Now, I am not a solo person. I really love attenton, but for some reason, I hate geting trumpet solos. now let me explain the hiearchy in the first trumpets.

From Best to Worst

Dan
Me
Kameron
Chris

Sometimes...

Dan
Kameron
Me
Chris

So it switched like that. But, I have better intonation (for all you non-band geeks, that means i sound better, I'm just not as good) than all of them. So, after Dan plays, Polci (band teacher) gestures toward me. COnversation as follows.

Me: Wait... (shocked look, I wasn't paying attention) do I have to do the solo?

Polci: Yes.

Me: So i have to do the solo?

Polci: Yes.

Me: Do I have to stand up?

Polci: YES!

So, I do it, and somehow it actually comes out sounds really good, and better than Dan. SO me and Chris (whose my friend, even though Dan sort of is to, but he calls me a bitch as a "joke" a little too often) "Omg, I/you did it better!' then all the seconds and thirds and Kameron start going and it turns out I was the best! Hee hee. It was funny, becausee..... i don't know i guess you just have to be in the section.

Although, when I finished playing, I distincly heard a yeah coming from the trombone/tenor sax section. I'm pretty sure it was Greg, but it might have been Dylan, who is acting very annoyed at the fact I don't like him anymore. Well, whoever it was, it made me feel good to know that not only my friends cheered for me. :)

Oh, and someone (i forgot who, maybe Sarah or Ally or Chris...yeah, it was chris) told me that Greg said to Dan, "Yeah, Michelle totally kicked your ass in band " and Dan was like grr because of that whole male pride thing.

So that is my uneventful and not really entertaining story of band yesterday.

2006-05-05T14:16:00.000-07:00

SERVICE REFLECTION SHEET

What has led you to get involved with this service work?

Well, i really don't like CCD. So, when I was offered a program that involves only going to CCD twice a month and doing 4 serive saturdays, i was delighted and susequently joined. So I guess my hatred of CCD has led me to get involved in this service. Oh wait, was I supposed to be honest?

Yeah, doing some stuff for conformation. I'm totally prepared to lie out of my ass for this.

well, absolutly nothing happened today. It was tropical day, no one dressed up except for like 5 people, unless you're counting me. I was a palm tree after one of the many hurricanes they have in the tropics because I was wearing like, a brown half-top with a green tank underneath it. We have spirit!!

OOh! And I was chosen to appear in "Whose Who of outstanding Middle School Students" . yes, I know I am outstanding. Just like every other kid in my school who got it. We have to fill out this form telling like what awards we've recieved, our sctivites..blah..blah.

However, the form never specifies when we had to do the activites or win the awards (I combed the letter and the form). So, I could put Alter Server down for one because I did 2 masses in 5th grade. And I can put Spelling Bee down because I got 3rd place in 4th grade. PLus, they never check these things, so I could totally be on the Pon Pom Squad if I wanted. Come on, I was almost a cheerleader for halloween once (but I chose a baseball bat instead. I never figured out exactly why I wanted to be a baseball bat. I never liked, nor played baseball. I did however, do tee-ball in the summer once. I hit the tee, and that was the end of my career in sports)

the lowdown:NOTHING! AGAIN!! Something seriously needs to happen, or I am going to implode from boredom. OH bbut there is one thing...

I HAVE A BLOG BUDDY!!

I have no idea what the address is, because she's at ;across right now, but she's my friend Sarah H. And now she's going by Sarah, and the other Sarah (the one with the boyfriend) is going to be Sarah L. Remember that. The only reason the two were switched was because I've been friends with Sarah L since preschool. but, she has this way of making my self-confidence plummet (Oh!vocab!) without even opening her mouth. (Sarah, don't tell her I said that).

Aprently, Sarah relaly like my blog, and like put it on er favorites and everything, so she's gonna start one too! And we'll like coorspond through our blogs, even though i call her all the time, see her everyday except like sundays (those are reserved to homework) and talk with her online constantly.

But blogs are more fun.

Just reading over my posts. And found out i have soooo many typos. People (as i adress the many people that read this blog [cough cough sarah cough] i don't really proofread. Like, at all...so just deal with the typos. Oh and sarah, totally write about the Greg/emo thing. Please.

It's enough for this wide-eyed wanderer...

2006-05-04T16:06:00.000-07:00

THAT WE GOT THIS FARRRRRRR. CAN YOU FEEL THE LOOOOOOVE TONIGHT?

OK, enough singing. Let's get down to business.

On a happy note (hee hee i'm so punny) THE LAST CCD CLASS I WILL EVER HAVE IN MY LIFE IS TONIGHT!!!!!

Praise the Lord!

You see, CCD is like, the most evil thing on earth. It's a twice a month meeting (and you have 4 service saturdays which are fun) were you do homework, and get to talk about and learn about our faith. Sounds like a good idea, right? WRONG.

It usually entails 15 extremly bored kids sitting in a room with spinny chairs (that we are not aloowed to sit on by the way) listening to some preist or "guest speaker" drone on how much we all suck but God loves us anyway.

I guess you can tell i'm not al for chacolism (sp?).

Ok, back from MY LAST CCD EVER. You know, what does CCD stand for?

Carnage
Carriage
Doxlogy?

Yes, exactly. Weeeeelll anyway, we had to go to mass (arg) on a thrusday (double arg) with Mrs. Conte sitting right in front of me. She's like, the HItler of CCD. She gave the death glare for playing with my bracelet during church. NO one's listening, it's not like I was ruining anyone's religious experience. And it didn't help that i had this girl who i sometimes talk to Isabella next to me, chatting a mile a minute about " Emma [my friend]....blah...came from lacross...blah...no shower...blah...sweaty.....blah...smell bad....blah...green bra and white shirt.....blah...at CCD." I just sort of knodded my head. Except at the bra thing. Green bra + white shirt = not good.

Well here's the important part: CHRIS G WAS BEHIND ME!! So during the "peace be with you" shaking hands thing, I got to turn around and shake that sexy hand!! AHH! I almost died. Like, on the pew. In the middle of the last CCD class ever. What a way to go. This was right before communion. And I tell you, as soon as I got back to my seat, aI knelt down on my knees and thanked God for Chris G.

Then, the preist at the end of mass was like, "Hopefully, God has touched you. Maybe you might even touch God! Blah...blah...." I was like (in my head) Yes, I have touched God, and would like to do so again. Many times.

It's moments like these that I will miss Carnage Carriage Doxology for.

the lowdown Nothing.... except for the green bra incident. Well, unless you count my robotics teacher. I'm a favorite of his. A little...um...too favorite.

So, at first i thought it was a good thing, since I'll probably have him for math sometime in the future. But then, he kept like, popping up behind as I reached for my robot kit...while my shirt was heading towards the boob area. And like, me and Greg asked him for help on our maht homework (we're in the same class, and have a horrible teacher) and he only talked to me...and like wrote all this stuff down for me... and like sat on my desk.

Mind, this man looks like a old puppy.....from hell.

Luckily, robotics is over this friday, so I can excape with my innocence intact. But, I probably will not escape with all my limbs intact, after "Ultimate" in gym. Ultimate, is really Ultimate frisbeee, except the special video we wachted on it was called, "ultimate". SO that's what our gym teachers use now.

It's been 3 days of playing it, and already, frisbees have attacked me. I was waiting for one to pass over my head, and suddenly it completely changed direction and smacked my in the leg.

Coincidence? I think not.

Well that's pretty much it. And I really haveeeee to gooo and like clean all the crusty underwear off my bedroom floor, and then save some starving childern. tata!

this just in: This, was in Carrie's AIM profile:
Did i disappoint you or let you down should i be feelin guilty or let
the judges frown.
it may be over but it won`t stop there i am here for you if you`d only
care.
U touched my heart u touched my soul u changed my life n all my
goals.
`Nd love is blind n that i knew when my heart was blinded by u
i`ve been addicted to you.
goodbye my lover.goodbye my friend.you have been the one. you
have been the one for me.
i am a dreamer but when i wake, you can`t break my spirit-- it`s my
dreams you take.
and as you move on, remember me, remember us and all we used to
be.

It's most porbably about Greg. She's full of it. EVERYONE knew she didn't like him. Oh! And i now have what's cose to proof tha tGreg broke up with her because he found out she didn';t like him. Because....it's totally obvious that he still likes her. Like yesterday, in French, someone hid this guy ryan's hat. So ryan was like"Carrie, you did it!" and she, of course, denies this. SO, they eventually find the hat, and Ryan asks who hid it. SO this guy Ben is like, "I did!" because, well, he did. And Like, right afterwards, Greg goes "You know, I did it, "like he was taking all the blame gracefully, and covering for Carrie. Way to go, Greg!

Mold spores, eyes and the Godfather

2006-05-02T14:28:00.000-07:00

Ahhhh today was superdedooper boring. I listened all robotics (it's a mod/cycle/whatever were we build robots...with legos!!! All i could ever do with legos is eat them. SO I write the programs (that involves dragging the box marked 'forward' next to the green spotlight and then conecting it using a wire. really tough stuff) and Greg or some guy helps me put the stuff together.) to these girls Jakie and Kim.

Some stuff about them: they're both part of the lesser popular group. You know, the populars, but not quite. So that makes them all bitter. And willing to tell you anything. Kim, on the other hand, is considered more popular at face value, but no one likes her. I'm serious, NO ONE. And for a good reason. SHE'S SO FREAKING ANNOYING. She is always looking for attention, even more so then I do. I'm sorry, but tucking your jeans into your socks does not set you apart. The only reason any girl would do that is if they were hiking on the Appalachien trail, and let me tell you, even though this is upstate New York, we're 4 HOURS from the trail. 4 HOURS. You hear that kim?

Well anyone, we were all sitting in a circle in robotics, (including greg) and alllll they talked about was how much they hated this girl Emily (they have a reason, but it's a long story and not particulary interesting. Plus, the whole issue is gonna come to a head soon, so you'll hear about then) and a story from this girl Lauren B's party (which leads me to belive they really party hardy [that was sarcastic]). Greg goes, "People like her?" Haha. So, I didn't get any gossip at all.
I spent the time intergecting interesting things in the conversation occasionally, like "Hannah [girl even more annoying than Kim] please stop poking me" and, here's a real gem, "I'm allergic to mold spores". I guess you can infer how bored I was.

So that was the mold spore part, and here's the eyes: Greg's left eye is disgusting. It's all like puffy and red and sort of looks like it's drooling. Except it's not because it's an eye. He was helping me with my math homework, and i looked up and was like, "Is your eye ok?" It turns out it was from allergies, which i am glad i don't get so bad. (Pollen has been coating everything this week).

the lowdown: ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!! Why is this week so slow? Even though, we did see Emily walking with 2 other boys while she doesn't even let Kevin (her boyfriend whose obessed and been brainwashed by her [and i found that out from Jackie and Kim]) talk to other girls. Also, Kevin is talking to me and my friend Ariel again, which is suddendly stopped doing after he asked out Emily. All signs are pointing towards a break up.

Which we thought was never going to come. I mean, it's Kevin and Emily!! Kevin would NEVER EVER break up with her, and she's not gonna get anyone hotter than kevin. Besides Chris G. But he like, doesn't talk to girls. Even though we're all crazy about him.

Let's put it this way (as my friend Ariel so aptly phrased it): CHRIS G IS A ROMAN GOD!

In gym, we try to sneak peeks into the boy's locker room to see him undressing. So far Emma (my friend) saw him once, Carrie saw him twice, and all everyone else gets to see is him starting to take off his shirt. Some other guy always notices and slams the door closed. Can't they see that there severly depriving us girls? Just keep the door open. Or maybe Chris should change outside. Or in the girl's locker room. It would be easier for everyone.

Oh, his friend Jon, (whose also Greg's friend, because jon, Chris G and Greg are best friends, or something like that) broke his foot. So I asked him in homeroom what happened, and he's like "I slid in baseball and my foot turned over" (he was always a man of few words and much acne). I was like "YOUR FOOT TUNRED OVER!? OMG!" so loud that my homeroom teacher (whose shorter and younger looking then half of us, she's probably right out of college) is like, "OK, everyone, WHISPER" Which was weird because she usually doesn't say anything at all.

So I signed his cast and all is well and good until my freind Kathryn comes up to mr, laughing so hard she can't breathe (or walk) So after me and Sarah H support her and make sure she's not gonna die, shr gasps "Look at Jon.... he's..he's.. not using his crutches correctly" and, of course, i look up the hallway and see him walking, holdng the crutches to the sides of him. He would occasionally used them, but it was like he would suddenly remember he was supposed to be suing his crutches, and them forget two steps later. For some reason, this was incredibly funny. I laguhed so hard i fell into my locker and ol' big Heasd McUgly (Dylan) gave me his trademark, "eww you're weird and i have an incredibly big head" look.

Ok, and to finish this, the Godfather part of the title is because that's all i've been watching this week. Weird, because i just got tristan and isolde for my birthday, but i guess 5 times is enough to see that movie in a week.

First daaaayyyyy of Maaayyy

2006-05-01T13:59:00.000-07:00

Wow. It's the first day of May. Only two months of school left.

YYYYYYYYYYYYEAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

YOu know, i really feel like 8th grade passed me by. I can't remember the first day of 8th grade, but i remember 7th grade like it happened yesterday. I don't know, I always felt like I had plenty of time lef tin middle school, while in reality, i don't.

All I know is, I'm going to miss it.

Listening to Beatles right now. Pretty much the only thing I do listen to. Except for showtunes.

the lowdown: Well, like nothing happened today. All in all, it was boring. And slow. For some reason I was feeling depressed, which is not a usual mood for me, (probbaly because i'm bright and early. Like, a week early) and birds were chirping. Literally. I was writing a note to my friend (my science teacher is out to kill his students. he puts us to sleep in class then slams us with a huge project, that's what happened last week) saying, "I'm in sort of a funk today. I don't know why, The weather is beautiful, the sun is shining and (chirp chirp) I bird just chirped!"

So I made an intinerary of our weekend, so i have something to look forward to.

Michelle's Magical Weekend!! (garaunteed to cheer us up)

Friday:

3:00- Skip peer leaders, go to Friendly's

Anywhere from 6 to 8:00- Go caroling around town. Bring Kathryn's camera to film us (optional). Carry tin can and cough alot. Think Oliver, "Please sir, can I have some more?"

When we get bored of that- Go back to someone's house, watch film and talk. Possibly scream "whatcha doing in there?!" to the neighbors again.

11:30- Go home and sleep. Need to be rested for another day full of fun!

Saturday

11:00- Meet at someone's house. Bring camera (optional). BRing our sleds. Go sledding (or sitting in the sled yelling our heads off as we try to run away before the neighbors call the police again)

11:30 or 12:00- This is about when we get bored of it. (maybe even earlier, this acitvity may have the lifespan of a mayfly) Run around, sing obnoxious songs.

12:30 or 1:00- Go back to someone's house, watch fotage (if taped any) and eat. Prehaps walk into town (about 100 ft from where we were before). Eat.

break for some time to do homework

7:00 or 8:00- BOWL TIL MIDNIGHT!! (we've been meaning to do this forever, or atleast a month)

12:00- Stop bowling (who knows what we do from here?)

OK, gonna go out running now with my friend. We end to cover more ground walking, but we're going to end that today. And hopefully we won't be one of the last 7 people finishing the mile run in gym. Again. Well atleast only 11 people lapped us. This is weird, since we're both very strong and very thin (i'm not kidding or bragging, it's the truth). But you can always do what i do. Blame genetics.

2006-04-30T12:51:00.000-07:00

Welllllll party was superdedopper awesome. We finally started our documentary. Yes, we're making a documentary. It's on our town and like, us, and us gossiping about toher people. Only we would get half the jokes on it, and we can't show it to anyone because we probably talk about them on it.

The first thing we filmed was us reading peoeple form our school's poem out of a poem. Super funny. I can see why people would write"I like my cookies fresh and gushy" or "Should I eat them all or save them for my sister?" or even "It lulls me into a state or relaxing excasty" but why on earth would you title a poem "Happiness in a Haystack"?

Yeah, we know we're immature.

Then we spent a half hour with the camera on a spinning stool while we had a conversation and spun it around to face us everytime we said something. It turns out we have alot to say. For instance, the last few words we said before we turned off the camera were:

Kathryn- It's not like we went to Battle of the Bands for 5 minutes just to see Tim Leonard's band play..

Ariel- It's not like we screamed like demented maniacs while everyone else was just tapping their feet..

Sarah- It's not like my boyfriend was there and watching me do this..

Me-and it's not like his boyfriend wasn't there either.

[camera off]

Yeah, Sarah's boyfriend's Brian has this friend Zach (the one who hates us), and they like, grope each other regulary. It's pretty disturbing if you're going out with one of the grope-ees.

To sum it up, the party was pretty fantabulous, and we all had about 3 hours of sleep (and we only got that because Sarah H and Emma needed to be awake to hear gossip at their soccer game).

2006-04-29T10:34:00.000-07:00

While eating the most heavenly thing on earth, I just remebered something...

MY BIRTHDAY WAS THIS TUESDAY!!

My friends were sooo wonderful. They decorated my locker with Viggo Mortinsen pictures (hottest man alive ) made this huge card (that was hi-larious. it had a picture of a racoon, standing for zach, and it said undernearth: He wishes you happy birthday...sort of. And then on the next page, they wrote some stuff that no one would get besides us and got a bunch of people to sign it. Including Zach. And Greg. And Kevin Wu. One of my friends wrote under Kevin's name (he's really smart and sort of creepy) You + me = X X = us. While greg was signing it, Dylan asks "What's this for?" and once he heard, he walked away. Haha!) and they made me wear a picture of Jeffie, one of my friend's older brothers, on my shirt all day. One of the best birthdays I've had at school
ever. My party for it is actually tonight. And it's spa themed!!

I love my friends.

2006-04-29T10:18:00.000-07:00

Crazzzzzy week. I had so many projects, tests, 11-page rhyming poems that i didn't have time to breathe. Or sleep (I averaged aboud 5/4-1/2 hours a night all week). I know it's been like what? 6 days? since i last wrote, but oh well. I wasn't meant for diaries. Or blogs whatever.

Well the forum i joined is going along great!! There's already 2 new members since i last joined. Hopefully, il cathc one of them online. Well news for this week....

the lowdown: It was pretty slow the beginning of the week but...

BIG SHOCKER!: Greg broke up with Carrie! Yeah, I know. Big suprise. But, you have to understand that everyone in the entire grade knew that Carrie didn't like him. We all thought it was only a matter of time before she broke up with him. She was probably waiting until after the fair (biggest event in our town allllll year) so she's have a guy to go with. But then...BAM Greg breaks up with her this wednesday. No one knows why, either, so that's why people are still talking about it. Greg didn't even tell Carrie. Also, there's no way to find out without directly asking Greg. All his friends are soo quiet and never talk, especially to girls (which is weird, because Greg is really outspoken) and as far as we know, he hasn't told anyone else. My top three ideas:

1) He found out Carrie didn't like him (it really took him that long?)
2) He got sick of her. (Unlikely. He once baked cookies and came to her house at 7 in the morning. and I ask why she doesn't like him?)
3)He likes someone else?? (most interesting one. I think he might like this girl Lauren, but she's Carrie's friend and Greg's too moral)

In other news, two people Kathrine and Nick broke up. Knatherine is not that tall, but she's like 5'3''. On the other hand, I'm not even sure if Nick's hit 5 feet yet. The couple was unlikely from the start, but we always though they were really happy. Oh well. Katherine said "They didn't mesh well". As in, we were silk panty hose, and now we're ripped fishnets.

2006-04-22T10:09:00.000-07:00

OK, I joined a forum. I gave in. I'll now stop making random comments and begin to actually make online friends. I mena, I already spent like 7 years of my life making friends that i actually see, and now I have to start over. And the internet is like HUGE. Like, INCOMPREHENSIBLY HUGE. Probably a trillion times bigger than my little town.

Well the forum is really new (today new) and i thought it might be good to get started at a place where i'm one of the first people there. I was a member of a forum before, but there was over 400 members and they all had their little cliques and when your new it's so hard to get into them.Espeically if your not online 24/7 (which i'm not). It's atonishing how imature people can get when they can't see the other person's face. The people at this forum were worse then the popular girls at my school! And i didn't even think that was possible. well, the internet is amazing I guess.

Join/visit (or JOIN) this forum:

http://miss-becky.net/bbs/index.php

Ya know, once you think about it, the life of a gossip is pretty pathetic. I spend my time trying to figure out other people's lives. Or you can call it an art. Freud spent all his time trying to figure other people's minds. But this doesn't bother me to much. I'm young and I'm having fun. What's wrong with that, really? Even if i was older, it would be fine as long as it didn't consume my life and leave me like most of the catty mothers in my town.

2006-04-22T06:35:00.000-07:00

Saturday not off to a good start. Let's make a list of things that have gone wrong in the last two hours:

thought it was a school day
set alarm for 6:30
went to bed at 2 last night (see, we can party pretty wild...even though all we did was walk around the town at night shouting stuff and running around)
since was so tired stopped to think about whether it really was a school day or not
after 10 minutes of trying to remember dates realized it was saturday
threw alarm clock at floor, therefor losing it
tried to go bck to sleep but now impossible
still haven't quite figured out the blog thing

Arrg so now i'm really tired. And I want to go shopping for dresses today!!! Yeah, I cna get pretty girly. I used to try to deny it, and be lik all tomboy and stuff, but it never really worked out. It turns out you can't be a tomboy and scream everytime someone scares you. But I did get the climbing tree thing down. So now, I've decided to accept myself for the girly-girl that i am. Which means I don't reign in the screaming at all anymore.

the lowdown for today(well, really last night)-Apparently, this girl had a big party last night. Like, for her birthday and everyone was playing manhunt all over the neighborhood. I, of course, was in that neighborhood, except the party ended at 10, which means the manhunt ended at like 8, and i wasn't there until 8:30. 10!! What a lame time to end a party. I've gone out to see movies at 10! Maybe she invited the girls to sleep over, and the boys leave (i've done that before) but who knows. Or cares. The girl housting the party was bratty, rich and bitter. You see, she's part of a sub-popular group, who hangs out with the popluar groups, but not as many people (specifically boys) are interested in them. So they're all bitter and full of good gossip. They'll tell you practically anything. In fact, I get most of my information on the popular group from these people.

Does anyone know how you meet people around here? I was on live_journal once and they had all these community things,but i don't think blogspot has. I'm gonna go randomly comment on people and ope they don't kill me.

Welcome, welcome!!

2006-04-21T15:58:00.000-07:00

Oh god, it's another of Michelle's attempts at keeping a journal of her daily life. Wow, let's hope this one lasts longer than the others.

Previous journals
Junie (journal's name)- third grade-two weeks
fourth grade- 1 week 2004-05 -4 months record!!
2005 attempt 1 -three weeks 2005
attempt 2-three days

As you see, I haven't had much luck with journals, diaries, blogs, xangas, myspace and pretty much any other life-tracking device. It's not that I don't have plenty of deep thoughts or feelings in m head well....no, that's it. I've always been smart but not really a deep thinker. All I have in my head is a whole lot of math and dust bunnies. And gossip. Plenty of gossip.

Ya see, my group of friends is like a floater group, in the middle. Not too popular, not too slutty, not to freaky, but just, you know, middle-y. Not that we're normal. well, compared to the rest of our class, I guess you would say so but trust me, we aren't. I always sort of pictured us as the lily pads, on which the frogs sort of played upon. Because, well, everyone feels comfortable with us. They seem to look at us as walking electroshock therapy. Not that we mind this of course.

Well, we all live in this small town in upstate New York. Yeah, I know. The Boondocks, Hicksville, whatever you want to call it. It's pretty normal. About 1 acre wide, a small suburb off NYC. We've got like three parks, two elementary schools and one combined highschool/middleschool. I think we have a private school, but who really knows. Something about small towns seems a little, I don't know, dramatic to me. (Like most things are. I tend to blow stuff up in my mind and picture it as a storyline with foreshadowing and predictable events. Or maybe even one of those made-for-TV teen movies. ) I once heard a song with lines that went-

a small town
is a small stage
for teenagers and all their drama

I guess it could be true. But a little more about the town. The big hangout spot (if you want to be rebellious) is in back of the Acme, where people smoke pot and draw tiny graffiti on the walls with black sharpies. We know our town is cool.

the lowdown for today- News relatively uneventful for today. Half the grade was on a peer leaders field trip(well, it seemed like it. the guy I sort of um, (this sounds very teenager-ish)like was there, and so was all the popular people. I know it sounds sad, but nothing happens in our school without them). I am a peer leader myself, but only people who were in the non-smoking play(almost everyone I hate) got to go, and people who asked the teacher in charge. Let's call her Mrs. K. This field trip is a bone of contention with about the other half of the grade because only select people got to go. I can understand if you were in the play (which, by the way, were the people who asked Mrs. K for scripts), but she shouldn't have just let anyone who asked go on it. I did everything but be in the stupid play. I wrote questions, I brought in candy I made props (for my friend, not the other people). Not that a really wanted to go, but it's just the principle of the matter. Our science teacher, Mr. Karn wants us to write a petition or boycott(which is what I do best) but I might get Mrs. K in the future for math, and she holds grudges. Not to mention the fact that she's sort of crazy. Two guys, we'll call them Dylan and Greg (I like Greg as a person, not like, like if you know what that means, I was obsessed with Dylan last year, but finally realized he's a conceited big-headed (literally and figuratively) jerk. And I'm not even saying that because I used to like him) who went on the trip were mad at the people who asked Mrs. K and got to go. Dylan even said "I wish they wouldn't come" and everyone hates him even though his popular, which makes no sense at all, but things rarely do here. If the guy who everyone hates doesn't want you somewhere, it's like a double diss.

In other news, there was a bomb threat yesterday (it was the anniversary of Columbine and also National Pot Day) and everyone got to wait 100 ft. away from the school (in case it blew up) for an hour and a half. I, however, was on a jazz band field trip which was the most boring thing on the face of this earth. We got to go to a community college and play music for 4 hours. It made me die a little. The only plus was that I was with my friends, let's call them Dan and Chris and in back of Greg, which is always interesting bacuase he's obessed with his girlfriend and everyone in the grade knows she doesn't like him.

Oh and here's one little tidbit I just found out. My friend was hanging out with her boyfriend and he told her something about one of his 2 best friends, who I’ll call Zach. Now you see, Zach started off with not liking me. In retaliation of course, I began not to like him. But, my friend liked him, and he hated her. So I enlisted the help of Zach's friend, we’ll call him Kevin to tell her. But, to avoid this confrontation, me and my other friends started bashing Zach to get her not to like him. And it worked. A little too well. Now we like can't stop making fun of him because it go too funny. So now Zach doesn’t like us even more. But anyway, Brian (a different friend, let's call her Sarah's boyfriend) told Sarah that Zach once said, "Let's don powder blue sheets and eat chicken heads out of a bucket in your basement" to him. And Zach doesn't like us because we're weird.

Now please excuse me while i figure out this whole blog thing.