Wait....Harry's gay?

It took me three times to figure out that Harry in Mamma Mia was indeed gay. I'm really slow sometimes. *shakes head slowly in defeat*

I'm supposed to be doing homework right now. I have...about thirty geometry problems that are due tomorrow and four science worksheets that are due....whenever Mr.totallyevilscienceteacher decides they are. I'm dreading the geometry. :( But, I'm copying for the worksheets. Because I'm a slacker and already have an A in that class. Having to do fill in the blank worksheets in ninth grade is just a tad silly. I would say that it insults my intelligence but I honestly don't care. It just bores the crap out of me. So, I'm going to be a bad student and cheat. +1 rebellion point for Sara.

What I am about to tell you still makes me feel icky. Gah, it's nasty. I was sitting in church, pretending to pay attention, staying quiet and behaving. One of the larger families was sitting in front of my own. They have six kids. SIX. KIDS. Bleh. So, the youngest, maybe a year old? was being fussy. All of the older women who are past their fertile years think this is cute. I find it annoying and crave to shut the thing up. Growl. I don't like babies. Too much work. So, the kid is THRASHING around with it's horrid, drooly, mouth open. So, gravity took it's course and this GLOB of gooey, ucky, horrible drool dropped from it's mouth and pooled on the pew. I almost gagged. The kid's Dad didn't even notice but his older sisters were staring. We all exchanged disgusted looks and then started laughing our asses off. Yes, this story may have a happy ending but I am still haunted by that slimy puddle. *shivers*

I guess I should get to that homework now. :((((( Exams are soon. Poop.

George Foreman Adventures.

I made my own chicken pitas for dinner today. I'm proud. :)

Yes, so. Yeah. I had sort of an emotional breakdown last night. It was pretty rough. I'm fine, don't worry. All of my stress just kind of raped my brain at once resulting in horrible sounding gag sobs. I haven't cried that hard in a while. I forgot how exhausting it can be. Blehhh.

So, I have planity plan plans for tonight. My brother's going to drive my friend and I up to a local "custard" place to get some "custard". Whatever, it's friggen' icecream. Then earlier mentioned friend is going to spend the night. We're going to watch some movies. Maybe Juno, maybe Iron Man <3, maybe S.Darko. It really depends on how we're feeling.

Ew, gross little paragraphs again. I've been listening to The General Specific by Band of Horses on repeat for a good....half hour? now. I like the song lots and lots. As if that wasn't obvious. I can't really think of anything else to say. Ha, fail. My brain is so ready for summer. I'm pretty sure it almost gave up on me today in Geometry. Poor little fella. *pats head* Only eight more days.

In band we're picking out the marching show for next year. We've managed to narrow it down to: The Beatles, Bon Jovi, The Incredibles, Styx, Video Games, Pirates of the Caribbean, Batman and I'm sure I'm forgetting a few. I really hope we end up doing The Beatles. It's a compilation of Eleanor Rigby, Hey Jude and one other song that escapes me at the moment. It's really groovy. During Hey Jude most of the band stops playing and sing/chants "Nah Nah Nah na na na naaaaaaaaaa. Na na na na naaaa. Heeeey Judeeee!". XD XD XD XD I honestly want to scream it from the roof tops.

Psh, I wish my name was Jude.

I am a nasty ho.

Three boys are now interested in me. I believe all the attention is starting to drive me mad. Why is it when you are finally attracted to someone and they reprocate with their own attraction people just start popping out of the woodwork? "Hey!...I think you're gorgeous." "You're like, the coolest girl I know. :)" "You make me smile so much." I mean good god people. Why can't you be all lovey dovey when I'm available? Well, I guess I am avaliable since SFBOMD (that superfantastic was for you, Rachel) and I are not together. Er....moving on.

I'm anxious for school to be over. I'm going to be traveling a lot this summer. So, yay! First there's the band trip to Cedar Point. A weekend in the big apple follows. Then a week in the Smoky Mountains. Then a week in Hilton Head. Then six days in Gatlinburg. Then the annual family pool party in Cincinnati. Shyeah, busy. Of course there's all the crap to do around here. Try and save all of my neglected friendships. Go to lame firework displays. Renaissance fair. Blah blah blah. All while trying to look utterly adorable. Looking like a cute girl is not exactly my forte. :/

Today, in science, when I was supposed to being listening to an electricity lecture, I spotted a baby robin hopping around in the green house. All the science rooms at my school have a little green house added onto the back of the class room. It would be kind of cool if we actually used them. Mr.totallyevilscienceteacher fills his with junk. The door leading outside was open, so little birdy flew in, had an attack of mental retardation, and didn't understand how to get back out. He was pecking at the windows and his Mommy would land on the outside edge and try to feed him bugs through the glass. It was entertaining. My friends and I decided to name him Oliver Erwin Xavier Dots. Well, M liked Oliver and Xavier and E liked Erwin. M thought it made sense to have Dots in his name because he had a speckled chest. I didn't really contribute to the name picking. I did, however, arrange said names. After our little "OH LOOK AT THE BIRDY!" fest I started feeling bad for the little guy. So, for his sake, I approached Mr.totallyevilscienceteacher and told him about Oliver Erwin Xavier Dots and his situation of possibly being stuck. I didn't want the teacher to be locking up and not notice him! He'd be trapped! :0!

I am a savior to the animals! HURRAY!

I don't know what to tell you....

That was a lie. I've honestly thought about blogging a few times over the past couple of weeks. When I would finally type in the appropriate URL I'd just skip over and read someone else's blogpost. Ha, I'm a horribly inconsistent person. Lots has happened since my last post, and I bet that I'll forget to include most of it.

The biggest thing that stands out is something that makes my heart flutter. Before I go on I must remind you, I am a dumb, vunerable, teenaged, girl. I've become utterly infatuated with a boy I've never met in person. We met online and I now have one of the biggest crushes of my life. I wish I was joking. We'll just call him....Superfantasticboyofmydreams. SFBOMD? How about we drop the Superfantastic part so I don't sound like too much of a creep. BOMD? Yeah, I can deal with that. BOMD is seventeen, a whole two years older than moi. It's strange because I'm usually attracted to younger guys. Yes, yes. Call me a cougar if you want. But ever since my last boyfriend, who was also seventeen (and a total jerk *has coughing fit*), I've been more drawn to older guys.

I honestly think I could talk to him for the rest of my pathetic life. What I like most about this....er...situation is that I was attracted by his personality first. I mean, looks do matter. If anyone says that they don't, they're lying or need to encounter a truly unattractive person that's madly in love with them. I base about...twenty to thirty percent of my shallow High School relationships off of looks. We automatically clicked and his personality was all I had to latch onto. I have recently received pictures and.......*explodes* He's more than I could've asked for. Plus, he thinks I'm adorable which is a mega boost to this incredible unstable self esteem.

Now, now. I understand the "dangers" of being interested in someone you met online. I know what I'm doing, trust me. I've considered the scenario of him being some fifty seven year old trying to gain my trust and then rape me. I would never go to meet BOMD, seeing as I am a young teen girl, it would be incredibly unsafe for little 'ole me. But I can dream, can't I? Unfortunately, he calls Seattle home, which is very, very, very far away from my own. There's a three hour time difference between us. *wonderful swooning girl happiness deflates* Most of my IRL friends are againist the idea of me talking to him. But I don't see how talking can hurt me. It is just chatting, after all. I'm not going to give him my social security number and address or anything. Like I said, I know what I'm doing. I have struck a respectable deal with most of my doubtful companions. If I am still in constant communication with BOMD by October, they'll chillax. That'll be six months of talking.

I really hope he isn't some creepy rapist. Wish me luck?

I ate all her candy.

And I liked it.

I think that I should be allowed to skip a few days every now and then. If I set rules for this, I won't enjoy blogging anymore. Yeah, so, yeah. Aren't I eloquent? The following paragraph is going to sound like I am the stereotypical teenage girl.

I went shopping today. I went with my Mother. Which I always find is the best. Whenever I go with my friends I become extremely annoyed at them. I'm not a model citizen but they seem to forget all their manners once they step through those automatic doors. Anyway, I like shopping with my Mom because we have similar taste. I also enjoy picking things out for her. I love seeing her face when something fits perfect. My Mom's not a stick and often has trouble finding clothes that fall on her nicely. Everytime she pulls something on I cross my fingers and hope that it looks great on her. What can I say? I want my Mom to be happy and feel confident about herself. She complained about her body a couple of times but I quickly found someone worse off, pointed them out, and said "It could be worse." I'm aware that this is mean and I don't care. I don't like when my Mom's sad.

The Relay for Life is today in my area. A bunch of people are walking around a reflection pond for hours in my city. I watched them all for a couple minutes this morning. There has been a sign up booth in my school's lobby for a couple weeks but I always pass it without a second glance. I guess I'm kind of bitter when it comes to cancer. I know it's a horrible disease but what about all the others? I'm getting worked up about the unfairness of it all. Growl.

Moving on. I'm not a very positive person at the moment. I hope you picked up on that.

I cut myself this morning.

I accidentally broke a snow globe a couple days ago. So, naturally I picked up all the glass and placed the shards on an old binder that happened to be sitting on the floor. Being a messy and mostly aloof teenager I left it there. I didn't throw it away until this morning after a piece of glass made it's way mysteriously into my bed where I procceeded to kneel on the damn thing. Ouchies. The only clean jeans I had were skinny so I had the pleasure of feeling demin rubbing againist my band-aid and irritated skin all day. I'm such a wimp. :)

I'm supposed to be curling my hair right now. There's a Band Banquet tonight. Awards are handed out, food is eaten, embarrassment spreads. Yeah, it's pretty cool. I have to get all dolled up. When in actuallity I frantically scramble to each of my friend's asking to borrow nice clothes from them. Then I resist the urge to claw my face off for fear of making my skin all red and puffy. Tonight I am wearing a black knee length skirt with a green dress top and finally a black shrug. All made of cotton or a blend by the way. I hope they have mashed potatoes. I love me some mashed potatoes. I am a little upset that I'm probably going to miss House tonight. I voiced my concerns to my mother and she pulled a look. "You shouldn't be planning your social life around your T.V. schedule! None of it is real!" Like I don't know that. Pshhhhhhhhhhhh.

Yeah, I'm going to be late if I don't hurry up and get dressed. Uh, ummmmm, I usually finish these with a snappy little remark. Shit. Errrr. OH! One quick story. You know those teachers who have a thing about you asking them "What are we doing today?"? Well, my beloved Geometry teacher, Mr.F, has one of those things. I usually get hyper right when his class starts but I've learned to hold the question inside. It slipped out today. "What are we doing today?" I paused and then quickly backtracked. "Wait. I didn't say that." He just started laughing. "That was precious, Molestme." (That's what my peers have teasingly called me for years for my actual last name is extremely polish and happens to rhyme. And I don't want to give out my real last name because it adds to the mystery of MOI!) I blushed. It's not like I have a crush on my teacher but it was just a good and original compliment. It made my day. So, when you're feeling down, just remember that I think anyone who reads this blog is PRECIOUS!

Pineapple Duck induced stomach aches.

Ouchhhhhhhhhhhh.

My Dad surprised me with an early birthday present this morning. It's a four foot long body pillow with this amazingly soft plush green cover. I think I'm falling in love with it. It really is the most comfortable thing in my life. *dreamy sigh* It actually kind of shocked me that my Dad remembered that my favorite color is green. Well, he could have remembered or have taken a lucky guess. I'm going to believe the first one because it fills me with a warm fuzzy feeling. Awwwwww, he's such a good daddy. Buying his crazy daughter bed accessories. It's kind of funny that I'm dwelling on my father on Mother's Day. Oh yeah, HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!

Every Sunday my parents drag me to church. This Sunday I had the absolute JOY of sitting through nine kid's first holy communion. It made me think back to my own. I felt old sitting in those pews. I remember sweating the ceremony out in my puffy white dress and having to endure my cousin poking me the entire time. I remember smiling outrageously big and being proud to have "walked like a lady" in my half inch heels. I also remember the way too rich frosting on the cake which left me with comically similar symtoms of a hang over. Ok, enough flashbacks. Something at church that I did enjoy was watching my older brother try to stay awake. It just seemed vastly more funny than it usually is. Everytime his head would bob I would break out in a fit of giggles. My Dad threatened to seperate us. I'm fourteen and my brother's seventeen and we still can't be mature enough to sit next to eachother in church. It makes me happy that nothing's changed in our relationship. We've been through some rough times and I swear I could strangle the living crap out of him at times but my brother has always been pretty cool in my eyes.

Woo, that was a long one. I'm listening to my Disney playlist. It's loaded up with Mulan, Hercules, The Lion King and Little Mermaid songs. Which reminds me. Sebastion is a crab. And there is a difference. Crabs usually have four legs and two pinchers while lobsters can have up to twelve legs. Plus, lobsters taste way better. :)

Oh, and I love Obi-Wan from episode I, II, and III. I would have Ewan McGregor's babies.

Ace of Cakes is a great show.

I'm watching it right now.

I was terribly unproductive today. I got up at eleven and slouched around the house. I saw an I-Hop Strawberry Festival commericial on T.V. so I procceeded to make myself pancakes with strawberry sauce. I got dressed after two helpings and went back to watching T.V.

I love weekends because I get to sleep and don't have to smudge the little make-up that I do wear on. I just wake up and brush my hair, which always seems to fall into place perfectly on Saturdays and Sundays. My hair's always fussy when I actually have to go somewhere and look like a respectable human being.

My friend and I are going to try and take a walk every day this summer and eat a lemonade popsicle everytime. When we get to our respective houses we write something that we like about eachother on the popsicle stick and take a picture with it. I think it's going to be a really good way to become closer friends.

Ohhh, my phone just died. Poop. I feel like watching Star Wars. Oh, Obi-Wan, you take my breath away.

Covered from head to toe in 100% cotton.

It's way too hot outside. I broke a sweat while walking home. When I get sweaty, I get grouchy. Enough said. I practically ran up to my room to change into some nice, cooooool cotton.

Nothing really happened at school today. I went to band, suffered through French, day-dreamed in Spanish, actually listening to a fairly entertaining lecture about atomic mass in science and read my book in Geometry.

Wow, I can't believe I have nothing to say. All I'm really looking forward to at the moment is sleeping. School has been kicking my ass lately so getting a chance to sleep for twelve hours sounds like heaven. A COTTONY heaven. Ha, I'm a dork.

Look at all those tiny paragraphs. They're unattractive and I suck at connecting ideas subtly. Katy Perry is a goddess, just throwing it out there. I'm hungry. Sorry this blogpost blows so hard. It's the weekend and I'm in a blah sort of mood. I'm going to avoid everyone I know from school and hunker down with the internet. I just sent a text that said "Don't do anything John Green wouldn't." And I leave you all with that.

Sebastion is a perfectly acceptable name.

I'm currently filled with an overflowing amount of annoyance. Ok, maybe I'm exaggerating but, yeah. I'm pissed. I know I haven't blogged in days and it's entirely my fault. Sorry. Two people managed to ruin blogging for me within five minutes. I'm embaressed to say that I supported them at first but then, I settled in to my extremely moody rut. I'm way too much of a sissy/"good friend" to tell them that they blow. Truth is, I kind of, sort of, maybe need this. This is mine. And only minutes ago I decided that I want it to stay mine, no matter how much people cause my world and THE world to suck.

I'm going to continue to complain in this paragraph. You can skip over it if you want. I have a close-ish friend who thinks that my life is perfect. It drives me crazy. She is under some ridiculous illusion that NOTHING can EVER be wrong with me or in my life. My other friends pick up on my behavior and ask me about it but she just shrugs it off. And when I do finally explode all over the place she has the nerve to say "It always has to be about you, doesn't it?". *punches a baby*

Speaking of babies, F is over with her electronic baby from Child Development class. I named him Sebastion, which was criticized but I don't care. Sebastion is a great name in my opinion. It's different and that's what we're all striving for. To be original, unique. Aha, random moment of wisdom. Sebastion has made my decision towards hating babies even more concrete. This thing cries like a mofo. A. Mofo. It eats for an estimated fifteen minutes at a time, then has to be burped, then changed, and then rocked. That's way too much work. I am never have children, ever. Whenever I say that to an older person, who most likely has kids, they react with shock. "You'll change your mind when you meet a man you love." I just nod and smile. A male will never be able to sway my decisions. No matter how much I love him. I'm pretty sure I'll always be independent. I want to go to work and make money. I'll be your sugar momma. As long as I don't have to make three dozen cupcakes in one night for my child's class.