This made my day great.

Thursday is my favorite day of the week.


This Thursday was one to remember, that's for sure. Here's what went down.



So, like a normal person, I'm walking towards the girl's bathroom. The hallway is desolate, seeing as mostly everyone is either in class or at lunch. Everything is virtually silent until I hear three echoing voices booming down the hallway. I cocked my head to the side, listening to the them, and stopping dead in my tracks. They weren't talking, they were rapping. Immediately, I started laughing, because they were seriously, some of the worst rappers I've ever voluntarily listened to in my sixteen-year-old life. With that, I continued my tread towards the bathroom, ignoring the oddity. Unfortunately, I didn't get very far.


"Hey, lil' mama! I like your walk!" A voice catcalled from behind me. Two whistles followed.

Normally, I would react to this like I always do, which is telling them off or flipping the bird, sometimes both. Sorry, this isn't a meat market and I'm not a steak, I'm a person. Quickly, I spun around, mouth open and ready to spit acid stained come-backs. However, these three boys standing a few yards away were all well over six feet tall and looked more likely then not to come after me. Stereotypically, I mean. So instead of playing the Tough Girl, I rolled my eyes, huffed out a defeated sigh, and escaped into the solace commonly known as the ladie's room.

Of course, this didn't stop these guys. "Hey, it's okay! I'll watch for you outside."


And with that, I had to say something. "Um, no." I retorted sarcastically as I washed my hands.


"Hey, it's fine. I'll wait, baby!"


This was followed by an officer's shout, warning my new friends' they should be in class. The only sound left was their sneakers shuffling by and the continuos rapping growing more distant with each passing second, obeying the school cop. Suckers. I busted out laughing once the coast was for sure clear. Hopefully, they won't come looking for me tomorrow.


After that, I spent the rest of my hellish math class praying for time to magically quicken. More stuff happens, but I've got tons of homework and really need to make a solid dent in The Unbearable Lightness of Being, finish watching Wuthering Heights, and drink a delicious can of Coke.


I'll finish this story as soon as I can. But here's a little hint- it involves- Theater, Creepy guys touching poor defenseless freshman girl's hair, my Job, a musical, and people who think they're The Shit.


Random conversation of the day-

Kid, well not really a kid, a teenage I guess- My boxers play music! Listen, it's Christmas Carols!


Random thought of the day-
U2 has been popping up more frequently on my playlist lately.

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Things are shaping up to be pretty odd.

Today I will write about the strange people I've encountered within the past two days.

Person number one- Creepy Boy.

Reasons why he's on my list-

1. He shook my hand, then refused to let it go.

2. I've caught him staring at me for the past two years, every time I look his direction.

3. He stands way to close to me.

4. The kid just radiates creeper.

Person number two- The One Who Won't Shut Up

Reasons why he's on my list-

1. He flirts with our teacher, who is one of the most unlovable women I've ever encountered.

2. For some strange reason, he talks with a fake accent and usually only tells stories that involve illegal activity. Trying to be a cool kid?

3. Now, I'm a social girl, but this guy hardly glances my way. He's only interested in hitting on the teacher and socializing with about three people in the class.

Person number three- Screaming Kid With A Backpack

1. As I made my way towards the exit after school he sprinted towards me and roared directly behind my head. I turned around to him and raised my eyebrows. He stood smiling. "Who are you?" I asked. He just laughed and said, "I was trying to get in front of you." And with that, Screaming Kid With A Backpack sprinted towards the door. I glanced around the almost vacant hallway to see he could have easily dashed around us. The lion-like roaring was completely unnecessary.

What a bunch of characters!

By the way, today wasn't nearly as awful as yesterday, but still not great.

Random conversation of the day-

My teacher- If you need to stroke something, go to the bathroom down the hall and stroke yourself.

Random thought of the day- From now on, I'll honestly try to gossip less. I believe it will improve my character.

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The art of being a natural.

Today was my first day of the 11th grade, the ideal high school age. In total, it was one different day. Due to the fact that my school is run by imbeciles, everything was wrong. Classes were screwed up, freshman were lost, and worst of all no one had classes with any of our friends. It was almost like our educators premeditated this, set us up to be surrounded by the people who we've never 'clicked' with, thus forcing talking. It was one awkwardly strange day.


This year is also different because I've transferred into what's universally known as the 'smart people classes'. Let me tell you, some of these kids are wayyy to uptight. Frankly, the top ten percent isn't much of an interest to me. Don't get me wrong though, it's fabulous if you're valedictorian. As long as you've earned it with excellent grades, not groveling with teachers and pestering your neighbors for answers like so many of the people I know. Needless to say, I was not particularly fond of these people, but throughout the day, they grew on me. I even completed my math homework! I haven't done that in years! So maybe this year I'll managed to scrape up a few A's and even manage not to grimace when I see my report card. I'm a smart kid, but I have hardly any worth ethic. Frailty, thy name is laziness.


Alsoooooo, last night, instead of sleeping like a good girl, I went to the movies. But I have an excuse! Inglorious Basterds was out and I just had to see it before school started. It was so worth it. Brad Pitt's accents couldn't have been better. I've never seen the holocaust shown like this. Go see it now. I'll even see it a second time in theaters.


Random thought of the day- There is a coffee cup sitting next to me. It was great. I was craving coffee all day.

Random conversation of the day-
Ashley- I hate high school!

^^^Undestatement much?

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Gone.

Lately, I've felt like so much is gone.





Melissa, my sister, just left for college. So she's out. I won't be seeing her for a few months. Lovely. It was time though, you could tell.





I've got to get a job, so it looks like all of the free days I once had are evaporating. This probably bothers me the least though. Some extra cash is much needed. Tomorrow I've got to get an application from the local sandwich shop.





And worst yet, time keeps slipping through my fingers like grains of sand. People I care about are leaving in more ways than one, but I'm a big girl. I can handle this just fine on my own. Things will be OKAY. I can feel it in my bones.








On a happier, much more upbeat thought, I've been listening to some awesome music lately. Awesome meaning- The Killers, Meg & Dia, Coldplay, Radiohead, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Vampire Weekend, and Muse.

Also, I reread The Hunger Games so that I'm ready for the sequel. Always a favorite. I also finished Franny and Zooey. A lovely look at arguing that I've never seen before, actually, bantering would be a much better fitting word.

Movies anyone? Benjamin Button, of course, Cashback, Forgetting Sarah Marshall, The Secret Window, Smokin' Aces, Fight Club. There's a million more, but I'm sure you're tired of this.

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Random thought of the day-Today I went to my best friend's father's wedding. I'll blog about it ASAP.

Random conversation of the day-
My little sister- Sometimes I don't even feel like life is real.



Adios.

And this is what happens.

I am currently vacationing in Florida with Marilyn and her father. They both tumbled into bed early and Marilyn is sleeping three feet away from me, so I'm trying not to clack to loudly on the keyboard.

Despite the fact that there's hardly any sun and last night we hunkered down for a tropical storm, Florida is great! Don't worry, there wasn't even any rain in the 'storm' only strong gusts of wind. On the bright side, the water is clean and the sand is white. Texas is known for it's muddy and much abused beaches, so this has been a welcomed change. Also, it's only in the low 80's! Thank God for that. I've actually been able to walk around outside without dehydrating or practically inhaling water like I do back home.

The drive here was unlike any other. I woke up in Louisiana, fell back asleep again, then woke up in Alabama and miraculously kept my eyes open until we reached our destination. Normally, sleeping in cars is like successfully robbing a bank to me-nearly impossible, but I did it and for a solid seven hours too! Sure, my neck had a crick in it when I awakened and my eyeliner was smeared, but it was better than nothing I suppose.

I really should get to bed. Marilyn warned me of an early wake up call. The only reason I'm agreeing to it is because they bribed me with Krispy Kreme. Sweet Dreams World!

Random thought of the day- My mother cut and dyed my hair. It's a bit blonder. Also, I bought a leather jacket and some nice fall boots. 

Oh, life, how you surprise me.

Sometimes, when you're daydreaming or staring out the window absentmindedly, life catches you off guard. It has a peculiar way of throwing something, usually totally random and unexpected, right at your face. I just had one of these experiences.





To put it lightly, my father is cutting me off. Fabulous. It's strange that I'm not terribly upset about this. After all, I kind of expected it. I've never been his favorite daughter, seeing as I'm opinionated and not mindless. So here I am, forced to get a job. The thought of a job doesn't upset me. After all, I am sixteen. I suppose I'm excited to actually be able to pay for myself and rely on myself for once in my life. I'll be in control and able to do what I want when I want. What an invigorating thought!





Now here comes the tough part of the deal-finding a job. My total lack of experience and young age will most likely lead to my eminent downfall. Okay, sorry, that was a tad over dramatic. But, really, the majority of the local grocery stores and restaurants only want college kids and practically anyone who is seventeen or older. Well, now summer's over, so the spots are full and it's a mad race to see who gets the job.




Wish me luck.

Breaking

After becoming stressed to no end, I finally took my break. It sounds strange to me, a break, even just typed out. This is probably due to the fact that I am a habitually lazy person. I honestly wish I was one of those people who could do it all-go out with friends, type out a few chapters, and get eight hours of sleep. But I just can't. Maybe I'm ADD, maybe it's just my laziness. But the point is, I have returned and it's time to get back to writing, cleaning and preparing for school.


I have currently found myself entangled with thoughts of my vacation to Florida next week, clothes shopping for the dreadful school, and saying goodbye to my sister before she leaves for college. Florida will be a lovely little escape. School shopping should be fun, especially because one of my closest friends will be accompanying me on the voyage. This girl can sniff out deals like no other. However, the goodbye probably won't be as easy as I wish it would. But, you know, things don't often happen according to our wishes. That would make for an ideal life, which none of us have. Anyways, I'm planning on writing her a letter since I won't actually be here to wave her off. I'll be too busy soaking in the sun.




A few days ago I was called back to prison. Okay, it's not exactly a prison, but it's built like one and feels like one. School is starting to rope us all in and I am definitely not looking forward to it. This summer was too sweet for me to give up happily. Hopefully rereading The Catcher in the Rye, shopping for a new wardrobe and going to Florida will make things a little less nasty when the actual first Monday rolls around.



Random conversation of the day-
Me- Do you think I could be a ballerina?
Friend- Hahahahahah. NO.
Me- Why?
Friend- You're too short.
Me- Um, five four is a perfectly average height!

Random thought of the day-
I need a car so I can work at a grocery store. It seems like either tons of fun, or tons of boredom.

Alone.

After two weeks of being never ending sleepovers.

I am alone.

It's a strange feeling.

Some explanation-

For two weeks Megan, my best friend who lives five and a half hours away came for a visit. Hanging out with her is a real treat due to the fact that I hardly ever see her. It was great, even though we mostly hung out around town without any major adventures. Being around someone who was so entirely different then me is something I need to experience more often.

A quick overview of our two weeks-

A trip to Dallas which was mostly babysitting on my part.

Concocting a blue cheesecake, yepp, you heard right. We used the entire bottle of blue.

Hanging out with my friends.

Breaking rules.

Making a new friend, someone who I could easily get along with.

Buying matching hats. I was particularly excited about this one, my love for hats runs deep. I wish people would wear them more.

Realizing just how different my sister is. In other words-how much she's changed.

Making videos, but then screwing them up.

Taking NO pictures. Jesus, I could kick myself for that.

Watched a ton of movies, including Benjamin Button, which I sincerely enjoyed.

So, now I am alone and feeling exhausted. Sleep deprivation is something is something everyone should experience every now and then.

PS-My next entry will have more back story. It will also involve how much of an idiot I can be when it comes to love.

Random thought of the day-

I'm going to Florida. Probably. Hopefully.