Did I really just waste four hours reading fanfiction?

Yes, I believe I did. :)

I don't really have anything to report today. OTHER THAN the fact that I have rescued my book from my science teacher's evil clutches with help from the sweet, little, old man sub we had today. He really was great. A little hesistant at first but then finally handed my baby over. "And if he's upset and wondering where it went just say that you sweet talked it out of me." Oooooooh, I love former teachers who have retired and now substitute for fun.

I have a strong immature urge to watch iCarly. What can I say, that show makes me giggle. And no matter how much I hate to say it, I almost peed myself laughing over the Fred episode. Well, really just over the end bit about the cabbages. CABBAGES!!!!!! Oh, shucks.

I guess you could say that I'm in a pretty good mood because I have nothing to complain about. I have myself a Lem'nLime Meijer soda and just consumed four pierogies. I had no homework today, which continues to astonish me. I usually get a thirty to forty problem load from geometry daily, plus either bookwork from spanish or reading and questions from science. Now that I think about it, my science teacher is this blog's first villain. If I had more than one follower, I 'd ask for your opinion on what his EVIL nick name should be. Something annoying but catchy. Kind of like Edward Cullen.

:)

OBSESSED WITH CAPS, YOU SAY?!?

I just get excited really easily by other people's happiness. And in that case, it was hayleyghoover's. I have several stories soooo.....*hikes up overalls* LET'S GET THIS SHOW ON THE ROAD!!!

This morning I felt extremely compelled to get on my computer, which I usually never have time for because I am NOT a morning person. So, I booted Earnie up. Yes, my computer's name is Earnie. Earnie Nimbus 2008! Anyway, I logged on to all my regular sites. Youtube, Myspace, Blogger (new editon XD) and TMZ. I clicked through Youtube and the space, nothing new. A few comments from the frands, no new videos. I viewed my blog, because I think it looks pretty with it's Doctor Manhattan blue back drop. AND I NOTICED A COMMENT!!! A COMMENT!!! ON MY BLOG!!!! SOMEONE ACTUALLY TOOK THE TIME TO READ MY RAMBLINGS!!! So, it was from this ultra-cool-super-awesome-fabulous chick named Rachel. And thus, my first blogger friend was born.

Now, on to some more dramatic news. My quirky science teacher flipped out today. Yesterday, we were supposed to be finishing our quantative seperations lab. But, being teenagers most of us neglected to do so. Our teacher gave us the first thirty or so minutes of class to finish up. Me, being a forced honor student, had already finished my lab. All questions were answered, perfectly restated and beautifully written. I get extremely tense when it comes to experiments. I have this thing about being precise. It drives my lab partners crazy. Anyway, we were using beakers or what Mr.H calls it "glass wear" so that means everyone participating needs to wear goggles or "eye protection". My table was already finished so we were all sitting, minding our own business. I was reading. And then......Mr.H explodes. "WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT EYE PROTECTION!?!!?? GLASS WEAR IS OUT AND YOU LADIES DO NOT HAVE GOGGLES ON!!!!" Even though I wasn't being singled out, my heart raced. Trust me, I can get rebellious but I hate when teachers yell at me. Mr.H stomped his way over to our table and snatched my book. My. Book. "This is mine until further notice." I was scared shitless. It's still on his desk. He wouldn't give it back. It's probably cold and scared, sitting up there on top of ungraded assignments. Poor thing. :(

Final thing to tell you. Today I had to go to city hall during a school board meeting and except a medal and certificate for winning second place in......THE BATTLE OF THE BOOOOOKS! Yes, I'm aware that it's extremely nerdy. And I'm proud. I got all dressed up,........as nice looking as I could manage. My father insisted on driving me the block and a half distance from our house to the city hall and proceeded to complain about how hot it was in the meeting room. While I was sitting there, in the uncomfortable padded chairs, all I could think about was my Mother, sitting at home, watching the scene unfold on channel 12. My parents get all choked up about academic achievements. I can't even imagine how many times my Mother has called me her "smart cookie". I had to go up and accept my prizes and I actually got queasy. This awkward teenage stage is getting a bit out of hand. I have no idea why I was nervous. Nobody watches the community channel. I could of shown up in a Hannah Montana costume and nobody would know about it the next day. I really don't understand myself sometimes. Ugh.

I fail.

I don't feel like blogging at all. I can't remember the last time I was this tired. I'm having a moody teenage girl day. Deal with it.

The tree in my front yard smells like cat urine when it blooms, I wish I was kidding. They are these adorable and pure looking blossoms. And then you get within a ten foot radius of the actual tree. I can't even open my window.

I don't even like spring. I like the cold, where there is no sweat. One plus of warm weather, an incredible amount of popsicles. My Dad packs the garage fridge full of icy pops and firecrackers so we can eat them outside while the Ice Cream truck drives by. :)

Yeah, this is all I can muster. I'm going to go and complain about my weight to everyone who has ears now.

Sunday is library day.

I guess I'm sort of afraid of my school library. I don't feel comfortable with having to rush in between classes to pick a book I probably won't like anyway. I need time and farmiliarity to pick a decent novel. I'm used to my city library. I know where everything is and I know most of the librarians, even though they probably recognize me as the girl who always borrows four books every two sundays.

I really wish I had something more interesting to blog about but I'm sitting in my basement with no pants on hiding from the humidity. I bet you just loved that image. I have geometry homework that's due tomorrow that I'm planning on starting at lunch. Anyway, back to my library ramblings.

Today, I checked out Not As Crazy As I Seem by George Harrar, Things Left Unsaid by Stephanie Hemphill, The Key to the Golden Firebird by Maureen Johnson and Identical by Ellen Hopkins. I handed my card to the boy, who happens to go to my school and is the valedictorian. He scanned my card and then stared at the computer with a look of shock. "When was the last time you used this card?" I swallowed, already nervous. "Um, two weeks ago?" He blinked at me, looked at the screen and then began staring at me again. "And how long ago before that time?" I get extremely awkward when older males that I'm not used to start talking to me. "Two weeks before." He stood and went into the back room. I stayed where I was and shuffled from foot to foot while my friend fondled her own books.

He came back with an older librarian and she messed around with the computer for a few minutes. She mumbled things like "I hate this computer." "Stupid program.". She looked up to me and said "Your card doesn't seem to be registered in our software, you're going to have to fill out another application." So, I stood there and had to say and spell out all my information. I'm still confused as to why. Did they think that I had a fake library card? That I was going to steal the books or something? It just made me realize how invisible I must me be. It gives me a sort of peace. I can go unnoticed until I'm ready. That doesn't happen very often for me.

At school I almost feel compelled to be funny, vibrant, loud, upbeat. Most people want to be around me, want to hear what crazy stuff that spews from my mouth next. While others find me annoying. I'm okay with that. Opinions are opinions. Hayleyghoover's last blog post reassures my feelings about college. Once I'm out of this town, I will be looked at as a new, mysterious person. I can really be myself from the very get go. I can only hope that I'll know who I am by then.

Day two and going.....strongish.

I guess this counts even though I'm at a friend's and typing this last minute.

A wants to be in the blog post. J is sitting on a piano bench and D is.....making our beds. I'm afraid that this post will be horribly sporadic since two soon to be three teenaged girls are reading it over/next to my shoulder. J is Chinese and doesn't like any Chinese food. It's wonderfully ironic and made my day. Go J.

D's house is super cool. It has a funky asian vibe and a mirror wall. Today I did a double feature at the movies. First the Soloist, amazing, right? Then Seventeen Again. Zac Efron is yummy and no one can deny it. Even if you hate High School Musical, which you shouldn't, he's still way too attractive to be allowed. It's like all the fantastic glory that is Bragelina rolled into one person.

A thought that I just thought right now, I wish I was Brad Pitt and Angelina's love child. I would be anatomically perfect and have the acting talent equal to.....three million Dakota Fannings. We all know she's great and she scared the living poop out of me in Push. I didn't even see the movie. The previews made her look like some hardcore teenaged physco who was forgotten by her parents and lived in the subway. She would cut a bitch, if you know what I mean.

A just was thinking about combining my name and Robert Downey Jr's. The possibilities are: Sarbert. Robara. Robra. Saob. Bora. Rara. Sarob.

A is chewing on her Coca Cola can. She's like a living trash compactor. Or a goat. Yeah, this blog blows, I'm so distracted I can't think of any stories to tell that didn't happen today. D fell down the stairs at the movie theatre. Old people stared at us. What a day.

Catch ya tomorrow.

Self-discovery? Yes, please.

I'm not exactly sure on how to start. I'm nervous as I'm typing this. All I really want is to finally know what I want. Each day's post is going to be filled with all the thoughts that my peers would find boring or unimportant.

On a lighter note, Susan Boyle makes me so happy. I watch this video and I smile. Things like this make me cry and trust me, I am not a cryer. My Aunt D passed away just over a year ago, I was calm and collected for the entire service but everytime Mufasa dies in The Lion King, I bawl. Even now I can't help but think "Poor kitty.". I'm not exactly sure if that makes me insensitive, my mother seems to think so. I'll catch her tearing up while watching Extreme Home Make-Over. I always feel bad for the siblings of the "challenged" kids. Alright, little Jimmy is autistic or poor May was born without the use of her lower body but what about their brothers and sisters? That one child gets the entire show pratically dedicated to them while their siblings get a fifteen second time slot? It just seems unfair, but that may be my imaturity shining through.

I just got done reading a book called Zig Zag by Ellen Wittlinger. I'd say it's your average teenage girl book. Attractive guys, a little sex, kooky friends, troubled kids and a road trip. I enjoyed it and lent it to several friends. I always borrow books from my city's public library with the intention of reading them and giving them back right away. Them I end up letting the book circulate through my group of buddies and return the book several days late with minor damage done. I can't help it, they ask me what I'm reading and I'm not going to tell them. If they want to know the story, they have to read it for themselves. It makes me happy to see my friends reading, and to be engaging in something other than gossip.

Onto another totally unrelated topic! The Soloist came out today. :) I love music. I love the homeless. And I'm hopelessly infatuated with Robert Downey Jr. Before, during and after the drugs. <3

Ha! I'm about to air some dirty laundry. I own a Slytherin uniform. A sweater, tie, scarf, emblem, and a robe. Along with a replica of Voldemort's wand. I wear it when I'm hyper and dance to the High School Musical soundtracks. I've always been a Slytherin girl. Ever since the first book, when the story of Hogwarts was told and Salazar Slytherin was presented as the dark, powerful entity that made the dark side of the wizarding world. And I might have the tiniest crush on Draco Malfoy. I'll also admit to writing some horrible fanfiction. It was fun while it lasted and I have an on going tradition of rereading the series every summer. There's a lot of information to retain and I need refreshers every so often. The day my uniform arrived I had to take out the trash and, in a demonstration of ultimate nerdness, I pointed my wand to the sky and shouted "AVADA KEDAVRA!". At that exact moment a school bus drove by on the main road of my suburb, a bus full of my school's wrestling team. My house is second from the corner. School the next day was difficult.

I think I'm going to end it here and watch Susan Boyle twenty more times.
:) Catch ya tomorrow.