Yeah, I know I already posted today...so what?

My thought process as I changing around some CDs--

• Hmmm...Beavs hasn't updated his blog in a while
• I remember that time Sister-Sister (formerly ZC) commented on Beavs' blog
• Sister-Sister and HWSFRN are friends
• I wonder what I might find at Sister-Sister's MySpace
• That is the scariest picture of Sister-Sister I have ever seen
• Haha, HWSFRN has a MySpace
• His MySpace is exactly like he is--Wow

Just thought I'd share that 'cause I'm really bored. Surfing He Who Shall Forever Remain Nameless' blog enteries is a quite interesting task. This isn't good for me; it will probably only make me like him more. That will suck. However, I continue to read....

One week

One week until we leave for Freedom. I have come to the conclusion that this week's practice is going to be brutal. I mean, we're all on Winter break which means we're all lazy bums lately--this week will be full of workouts and individuals. I love individuals. Whenever Coach Patty announces them I automatically get to my spot 'cause everyone knows that Lemons always goes first :P
When it's only me I know everyone is watching and evaluating my every move, but I just don't care because I just don't pay attention to them.
Wish my luck at practice!

It has been snowing all day! Since I woke up this morning it has just been comin' down and I am uber excited.

I've started biting my lips again. They're all like torn up due to my constant nibbling. I just love my nervous habbits. Seriously though, I think it's actually interesting how some people crack their knuckles and others chew their nails when they feel the heat is on. I bite my lips, but there are so many things that people do.

If I had a penis I'd be in a world of hurt

Last night I decided it would be a very wise thing if I started stretching again for dance. It's pretty much been a week since I did our warm-up exercises, and I want to cry.
I hurt so freaking badly! It's amazing the amount of flexibility I lost in less than a week of not stretching properly. I can barely drop into the splits compared to weeks prior when I was able to just literally FALL into them. However, my high kicks are still okay, so it's all good. My Gazelles pretty much suck, and I can only get about twelve Vs done before I completely colapse into a heep of tired muscle.

TEN DAYS UNTIL COMPETITION AND I CAN BARELY GET MYSELF OFF THE GROUD FOR A RUSSIAN!

I'm starting to really freak about this thing. I mean, I can get up before a group of people and talk all by myself, but I'm going to be in a group of people. If I mess up, there are seven other people who will suffer for it.

To lighten the mood, I'm going to bring a disposable camera and snap a whole bunch of lame pictures of us all goofin' off in the hotel and at the competition. Once I actually get the pictures developed it will probably be a while before I can post them. It should be interesting.

I'm addicted to Monopoly--I seriously cannot count how many games I have played in the past few days. I need a hobby.

Gosh, I don't know if I'm going to get a MySpace. I mean, I have this thing, do I really have time for something else? I would probably start updating every day because I am a dork who cannot moderate my own computer usage.

Cyber-retardation, dreams, and internet lovers

Back in the day I used to play quite a bit of video games, but for some reason I have abandoned them. Well, I picked one up today and realized just how much I contradict myself. I am pretty much the biggest dork ever, but I can no longer play video games where you are given the option to view your surroundings. My brain cannot handle being in a stationary position while my eyes move across the screen--instant migraine.

After a few days to thinking, I have chosen the perfect name for Man-pretty. He shall now be known as Donkey. No, I am not calling him an ass.
I was thinking of a conversation I once had with Marenesco in which she dubbed him Donkey for a very lame reason I shall not grace this entry with.
I would also like to direct everyone's attention to the new link entitled "Donkey's Blog."

I have just been informed that Face Paint is my un-official internet lover! Yay! I won't complain 'cause he's really cute...
Yay for cute internet lovers! *woot woot*

My parents BOTH agreed to letting me get my belly button pierced! :P
I'm pretty much pumped even though I probably won't get it done for months yet. I've already been told that it is to be my 16th birthday present, but I probably won't get it done anywhere near my birthday; I'll probably have to wait for the summer.

I really hate it when I have dreams that are so freaking realistic. It bothers me greatly. I was graced with one last night in which I was in the midst of trying to fix the stupid bend in my cage door when He Who Shall Forever Remain Nameless came up behind me and started mocking me about something. I just agreed with him and walked away, but he stopped me and kissed me. He just smiled and called me a skank. Throughout the dream he kept getting close to me and kissing me, but I could never kiss him back. I could feel his lips on mine, but all I could do was stand there. When I tried to actually kiss back my mouth filled with sand.
After that I woke up and just stared at my ceiling thinking about how stupid the whole thing is until I finally fell asleep again.
Whenever I see him, part of me wants him to approach me and the other part wants him to stay far, far away.
When he actually is near me I cannot wait for him to leave me alone so I don't have to deal with his constant mocking me, but when he does leave I find myself sad that he is no longer paying attention to me.
It's always better when he's around--even if he's calling me names.

I guess it's just one of those love/hate relationships Shop Buddy is always talking about. It would be far nicer just to either like him or loathe him. However, I have found it to be much happier this way--even if I do end up at the butt of every joke.

How many post titles will have the words "Merry Christmas" in them?

Do I really look like I'm anorexic?
The family came together for Christmas and had a celebration mostly consisting of food. I was called anorexic like six times--GOSH! It's not like I'm scrawny beyond all reason or anything, but a few members of my family claim that since Thanksgiving I've slimmed down "too much."
Yeah right--I'm still one of the heftier ones on the dance team...then again the majority of the girls on the team are size zeros compared to my size three ass.
Made me feel better about myself though!

Uggghh...speaking of the dance team....
We're now back down to eight members again due to the athletic policy. Even though we're a club sport, Coach Patty agreed that if any member started to fail a class she can't perform. That time has come.
The best part? We go back to school on the second and our competition is on the seventh. We have a week to perfect moves, redo formations, and finalize last-minute details.

Call me stupid, but I really want to get my belly button pierced. I'm not exactly sure why I want to get it done, but it's just something I want. I mean, it's something I could easily conceal if need be.
I'm not exactly the kind of stereotypical girl who would get a piercing; maybe that's why I want it done.
Last year my dad said I could get it done for my 16th birthday (rapidly approaching), so I confronted my mom about it. My dad (the guy who won't let me highlight my hair, straighten it, dye it, and the guy who has recently allowed me to wear makeup) said it was fine as long as I keep it from getting infected (although this was last year--his mind may have changed). My mom, on the other hand (the woman who has pretty much let me do everything my dad won't let me) has to "think about it." Odd.

I'm rambling far too much.

I saw the stupidest commercial ever. These people take their baby up to these cows and the cow says "cheese" and makes it sound like the baby said something. Then at the end they say something about happy cows make good cheese from California or some crap like that. That reminds me of a fight I had with my Texan cousin once...she claimed that California was the Dairy State. I'm pretty sure she's stupid considering the fact that Wisconsin license plates say "America's Dairyland," but I guess I'm wrong according to her and these commercials! Stupid people.

I was watching the seventh season of Friends that my mom bought me for Christmas, and I had an interesting thought. My friends are just as great as the ones on the show. I just started relating some real-life situations to some stuff on the show.
I love it.
I love my buddies.

Game Time

The other day during homeroom we were playing a very interesting game.
In quite a few sappy movies a girl will close her eyes and ask a guy what color they are; we were pretty much doing that.
The catch--My eyes were open.

No one could tell me exactly what color my eyes are. I still don't know. My dad says they're green, my mom says they're blue, and I say they're more of a gray.
Peanuts, Red, Smilie, and Locker Buddy couldn't reach a decision among the four of them.
Betty had to step in and make his decision of "Kinda blue...no wait, from this angle they're greenish....well they're sorta gray."

That helped a lot.

My grandma bought me a boyfriend for Christmas. It's one of those plastic toys you stick in water and they grow. Across the package it reads "Grow your own dork!" I could not stop giggling.

It's rainin' men...well, rather snowing....

I love my friends.
I have the best friends in the world.
They all hate Man-pretty.

On a new note...he shall no longer be known as Man-pretty...I shall think about what his new name shall be and announce it at a later date.

Mr. Peterson froze a whole bunch of stuff for us in chemistry. It freaking rocked. He was trying to run away from a bottle that was going to explode--he runs kinda funny. Amusing.

I was walking down junior hall yesterday when I was stopped by He Who Shall Forever Remain Nameless. He announced to those around us that I am indeed a whore; his girlfriend (are they still going out?) made him stop because it is Christmas. I was sitting in the commons just chillin' like the fool that I am, and he came up to me and kept asking me why I was sad. He was very persistant at finding out why I wasn't all talkative. I just wanted to tell him that he's the problem--he's why I'm sad.
I settled for saying that no one liked me, he laughed, and then agreed.
A few minutes later he was walking back down the hall and he said something I still don't understand. He just said, "No one likes you my ass." and headed out for the student parking lot.

I was headed toward the balcony when I was stopped by Batman's Bitch. He decided he needed a couple of licks from my candy cane (why does that sound dirty?) and gave me a great big hug. I was probably red beyond all reason.

The other day during lifeguard training I was sandwiched between two uberly hot guys. I was the possible-head/neck/back-injury-in-deep-water-victim for President Clinton and Giant Floating Hippo was the secondary rescuer. Best class ever.

I've been trying to talk to President Clinton a lot more lately; I'm not even sure as to why. We were practicing our CPR training together, but we spent most of the time after testing just goofing off.

I overheard Betty's older brother talking about Betty the other day. Betty and his brother are two very different people and to know both is amusing. I told Betty some of the things I overheard and he just laughed.
I said something to him about his glasses and he put them on even when they were not needed. Is it sad that I get all excited when guys wear glasses?

This brings me to Beaver. Beaver portrayed the role of Santa for show choir. I am really surprised Mr. Knihtila didn't force him to stuff his costume. The worlds skinniest Santa right there! My mom loved it--she still can't believe a guy can be as skinny as the Beavs. Beaver is cool though--he rocks out the whole skinny thing. He gave me kisses and a condom. Well...kisses as in chocolate and condom as in a Zip-loc baggy.

I will leave you all with this wonderful e-mail I received from a friend of mine. I edited out all the stupid ones that made no sense and took the liberty of adding my own comments....

Wisconsin
Jeff Foxworthy on Wisconsin

1. If you're proud that your region makes the national news 96 nights each year because Park Falls is the coldest spot in the nation, you might live in Wisconsin.
Pretty much

2.If your local Dairy Queen is closed from November through March, you might live in Wisconsin.
I hate it when that happens.

3.If you instinctively walk like a penguin for five months out of the year, you might live in Wisconsin.
I <3>

4.If your dad's suntan stops at a line curving around the middle of his forehead, you might live in Wisconsin.
...Mr. Zierer had a tan line not only like that but also around where I presume his sunglasses were

5.If you may not have actually eaten it, but you have heard of Head Cheese, you might live in Wisconsin.
How people can eat that I will never know

6.If you have worn shorts and a parka at the same time, you might live in Wisconsin.
Need I post a picture of me in a short skirt and winter jacket?

7.If you have either a pet or a child named "Brett," you might live in Wisconsin.
Brett Favre is a fool who has announced his final year of playing on more than one ocassion

8.If your town has an equal number of bars and churches, you might live in Wisconsin.
Good ol' Philly has a bar and a church on every corner...LITERALLY

9.If you know how to say Oconomowoc, Waukesha, Menomonie & Manitowoc, you might live in Wisconsin.
Not sure on the first one, but the others are all common sense

10.If every time you see moonlight on a lake, you think of a dancing bear, and you sing gently, "From the land of sky-blue waters,....you might live in Wisconsin.
I am reminded of the time in middle school when the a bus full of the football team and the cheerleaders screamed out the lyrics to "Fishin' in the Dark." Great memories.

YOU KNOW YOU ARE A TRUE WISCONSINITE WHEN:

1. Your idea of a traffic jam is ten cars waiting to pass a tractor on the highway. I love following tractors
2. "Vacation" means going up north past Hwy 8 for the weekend. Well duh, what's below Hwy 8?
3. You measure distance in hours. How very true. Just last night I announced my bobbypin was 8 years long.
4. You know several people who have hit deer more than once. I've had my temps since October and I've come close to hitting deer....
5. You often switch from "heat" to "A/C" in the same day and back again. So?
6. Your whole family wears Packer Green to church on Sunday. The only reason football games are played on Sundays is to encourage Favre fans to pray
7. You can drive 65 mph through 2 feet of snow during a raging blizzard, without flinching. Not quite there yet
8. You see people wearing camouflage at social events (including weddings and funerals). The truth is sad
9. You install security lights on your house and garage and leave both unlocked. Our lights burned out and we're yet to replace them...
10. You carry jumper cables in your car and your wife or girlfriend knows how to use them. Common sense
11. There are 7 empty cars running in the parking lot at Mill's Fleet Farm at any given time. Who's going to take something from a vehicle parked at Fleet Farm? Point proven.
12. You design your kid's Halloween costume to fit over a snow suit. It's hard holdin' out the bag while wearing 80 sweaters
13. Driving is better in the winter because the potholes are filled with snow. True, but some roads buckle
14. You refer to the Packers as "we." My grandpa is a regular caller on Packer talk radio
15. You can identify a southern or eastern accent. It's pretty obvious
16. You have no problem pronouncing Lac Du Flambeau. Exactly how it's spelled--Lack Do Flambow
17. You know how to polka. In middle school they always played a polka at every dance
18. Your neighbor throws a party to celebrate his new pole shed. ...and then they light a fire on the ice to keep warm
19. You go out to fish fry every Friday I don't eat fish....but I am dragged along
20. Your 4th of July picnic was moved indoors due to frost. Hahaha
21. You have more miles on your snow blower than your car. Screw that--just attach a plow to the front of your truck
22. You find minus twenty degrees "a little chilly." It was negative 30 out and I still went to get the mail barefoot

The girls' basketball team is doin' somethin'.The wrestlers are doin' somethin'.The dance team is supposed to be doin' somethin', but we don't know.

I slept in an hour today. My alarm clock decided not to go off--I was pissed. The only reason I wanted to get up so early was so I could procrastinate getting ready, so I just got ready really fast and it all worked out.
In chemistry we were supposed to freeze a whole bunch of stuff with liquid nitrogen, but considering the fact that Mr. Peterson's supplyer is an idiot we did not get the opportunity.

I actually found myself speechless today. I was at HWSFRN's locker (trying to slam it closed on him) and his girlfriend came up to me and was all like "Later, Lemons. Do it later. I said later!" I'm assuming that she meant I had to mock him later on because it was time for him to walk her to their English class. I just went into Bob O'Reilly's room and stared out the door at nothing.
Then of course my English class almost succeeded in getting Bob O'Reilly fired....that was fun.
Okay, so she is NEVER in class for about two minutes after the bell. Today she was nowhere to be found, so we paged the office. Huft-Daddy was all like, "Grrr...I'm the principal, why is this teacher defying the rules!"

Somehow that class got even better when President Poseur gave the "secret signal" and he, Action, and Betty all started talking on walkee talkees or whatever they were. All of a sudden we all heard "Billy goat one to Billy goat two...what'd you get for #5 on sheet #74?--Over" They just kept on goin' on like that until Bob O'Reilly tried to confiscate them. My favorite part by far was when Betty jumped in and announced that Billy goat one was under attack by a strange woman and that he better go under cover.

Betty has been pretty much every where the past few days. I kid you not. He decided that his new assigned seat in homeroom is now next to me (seat has been empty since that one guy decided he hated me and left to the other side of the room)...not for me...don't get me wrong...it's much closer to the TV. I'm not sure...it just seems like every place I've been Betty has been there. Weird. Today we were talking about is "boyfriend." I think you'd have to be in 3B English 10 to understand the whole thing, but basically we have to write these papers on these incredibly lame topics every week. I think next week's is "Dating" and Betty decided he was going to write a story about him dating a guy named Fernando just to see the reaction from Bob O'Reilly. I'm starting to enjoy English a lot more now!

The dance team decided to invade the gym today for practice. The girls' basketball team wasn't quite done yet and the wrestlers needed to set up for their tounament, but we jumped in anyway. The basketball people were doin' their thing, the wrestlers were up in the balcony doin' something, but we were all just standing their waiting for the music to start. The post title is actually a quote by New York. Yeah, New York and I were just standing in the middle of the gym talking when all the wrestler guys just jumped over the balcony banister and started rushing down the bleachers with one of the huge wrestling mats. They were pretty much headed straight toward us, so we moved in a panic. Then of course the music started, so we just started dancing right there on the mat like it was nothing. I think some of the wrestlin' dudes were mad at us, but it's okay 'cause one of the dance team members is dating a wrestler, so they settled down. Funny how that stuff works.

I pretty much miss Beaver. At first I just kinda figured that he went to Colorado again, but I later learned that he's deathly ill. I was going to trace a picture of my foot on a card and give it to his brother so he could deliver it to Beavs, but then I remembered how not cool Beav's brother is.

Haha--bow to the jenius...yes, I do know that's spelled incorrectly

In biology I am having a competition with President Poseur grade wise. I'm not exactly sure he knows it, but I figured he was getting 104% and I was getting 101% so I should just strive to get some of that too. Anyway, Mr. Zierer was kinda pissed off when he was reading off everyone's score, so I was getting kinda nervous at my test grade (especially considering the fact I was unaware of the test until it was in my hands). President Poseur managed a B on the test, so I was all like, "Yeah, there's no way I'll do better than him..." I got my test back and got a 98% on it *woot woot*!

I BEAT PRESIDENT POSEUR--BOOYA TO "MR. SMARTEST DUDE IN THE GRADE, CLASS PRESIDENT, ALL AROUND PERFECT GUY!"

I'm pretty much pumped. Seriously, I was doin' laps.
Gosh, I had a great day.

During chemistry Mr. Peterson was doing this liquid magnet experiment thing and that was cool. Almost the entire class, all but six people, had to go to find out the results from their PSATs. Mr. Peterson took a rubber glove, strapped it over his head, and blew it up with his nose. I couldn't stop laughing. I mean, I've seen really stupid people do it before, but watching someone so smart do something so stupid is always good for a giggle. We watched great videos of people doing uberly stupid things and then Mr. Peterson had me put a magnet next to his computer. Fun times.

I was talking to Betty today about how much we dislike English. The class itself is rather easy, but every day there are certain assignments due but some days Bob O'Reilly decides to assign other assignments to make them dueon a Tuesday rather than a Wednesday....
Anyway, we were just talking and he strapped on his glasses. He KNOWS every time he puts those glasses on I immediately say how cute he looks. He just started smiling. He's fun.

I had to test on giving mouth-to-mouth today. I thought my dummie's head (Baby Graham, not Torso Jack) was going to fly off. The pile somehow got knocked over and the head was like, poking out of the little orange holder thing. Pretty much not cool.

I'm going to have to say that the highlight of my day was when HWSFRN came up to me and announced that he hates me. We pretty much had a little I-hate-you-more-no-I-hate-you-more thing going on. I'm pretty sure that I got the last word in on him...unless of course he mumbled something while he was walking out to the parking lot.
I'm not really sure why, but I love it when he gives me attention--even if it's just negative attention. It still means he's paying attention to me...it just feels good.

I walked into a tree

Yesterday I woke up early, took a shower, blow dried my hair, curled it (I hardly EVER touch a blow drier or a curling iron...I was feelin' spunky), and went to the bus stop. From there, I walked into a tree and got my pefectly curled hair stuck in the pine branches. Pretty much sucked.
Yeah, yesterday was also Man-pretty's 18th birthday. Holy crap, he's 18! We sang "Happy Birthday" to him during band (made it clear why we're all in band rather than choir)...he even managed to get himself a lovely cymbol crash.
I'm not really sure why, but Cake seems to believe that I'm the person who put a condom on the Christmas tree. He came up to me and announced he knew it was me. Do I just give off the vibe of someone who would do that? Gosh.

I climbed into bed at 7:44 pm last night. That is quite sad.

I freaked out Giant Floating Hippo. We were sitting in the hot tub after lifeguard training and I lifted my foot up to look at a scar and he's like, "You shouldn't be able to bring your foot that close to your face--that's unnatural!" It was great because then all the girls started showing off how flexible we were compared to the guys. I put my leg behind my head and managed to drop a few jaws. lol.

I'm going to make everybody feel really guilty right now. Has anyone seen my arms--well, the blood blisters on my arms from the massive boxes of fruit? Well, during band, we had to unload this semi that delivered the fundraiser fruit. Well, for ten minutes about 20 people actually went out into the cold (without jackets) and carried the heavy boxes. The other 73 people in the band stood in the band room and talked until the bell rang. Somewhere around 15 people, myself included, stayed into our lunch period to keep unloading stuff. Well, I'm probably the first to admit that I pretty much dress kinda like a whore. My clothes are generally on the small side and barely cover what needs to be covered (okay, maybe I'm not that bad, but yeah). Well, my arms were red beyond all reason from standing outside for 15 minutes carrying boxes of fruit. Betty kept telling me to go inside because he was worried about me getting too cold. I, however, didn't want to be a lame person who left when things needed to be carried. Betty, being the gentleman he is, pushed me inside and took over for me so I could go and enjoy the ten minutes of lunch I had left.
I love Betty. He told me that this season he's going to go to all the girls' soccer home games to watch me play.

Randomness

I applied at Subway. I hope that even if I don't get a job, they'll at least call me to tell me I didn't get one. I'm sorry, but if someone puts in an application, you should at least call them back and say "Sorry, the position has already been filled" rather than just letting them hang *cough Dollar Store cough*.

My ear is getting better, but it still hurts like a mother. I actually woke myself up last night because I was moaning from all the throbbing pain. Every night it wakes me up--I'm getting sick of it!

I've been watching TV all day and it has been great. First I was watching Harry Potter and then Lord of the Rings.....great movies on today.
Made me happy to see all the hot guys.

I need a change. I'm not sure what though. I really want to change my hair color, but my dad won't let me. IDK, I think I'm just caught up in the whole "teen thing" and I want people to notice me...guys in particular.

It would just be nice to get some sort of attention from a guy...alas, I do not see that happening.
There was a nice guy that I've been kind of noticing lately. However, every time I go to talk to him he turns to this girl and just talks to her.
Screw him!
I'm pretty much just holdin' out for HWSFRN, but we all know that's not going to happen--EVER. Okay, maybe I'm not--he's pretty much stupid.
It's weird. Sometimes I really like him, but other times I loathe him. I just want to rip off his head. He just pretty much sucks in his whole suckfull self.

Save the Last Dance

I was watching TV and Save the Last Dance came on. I'm really not sure if other people see it or not, but among the dance team, I've noticed something. We all have watched the movie and been in complete awe at the moves. Every time I watch that movie I am competely stunned by the ending dance. It's amazing.

Speaking of the dance team, we have added two new members. Homecoming Queen and a girl I have yet to name decided to respond to New York's begging. Homecoming Queen is so amusing. She is amazingly beautiful and whenever she stumbles all the guys stop and stare. She'll give a little giggle and we'll pretty much all laugh. I have come to the conclusion that she is really nice. It is so amusing watching how perky she is. I wish I could flirt like that--she has pretty much every guy wrapped around her finger!

Roll Around comes back on Monday after a week and a half off practice. I'm really glad she's not sick any more--I've missed her.

We perform on Friday, next Tuesday, and next Thursday. I'm starting to get scared about it all. For our final formation I was told to do "just whatever." It's like, I'm in the very back, no one can see me anyway, and I don't even have an ending pose. I could complain a lot about my placement in the routine, but I won't. Luckily, New York noticed this problem and put me right in front for the Christmas routine. Yay!

I've got skills

In each person's head, they have tubes that extend from just behind the eardrum to the sinuses. These tubes are known as eustation tubes.
I am skilled enough to collapse the one in my right ear.
If you're talking to me and I'm just all like "WHAT?!?!" It's pretty much because I cannot hear the greatest out of that ear. I can't really hear myself talk--it's pretty much all muffled and I kinda sound like a chipmunk with allergies.
It pretty much hurt like hell--felt like someone was stabbing me in the ear. Not so much anymore, but it still hurts.

I would like to make fun of one of my friends (who reads this blog) who is afraid of the lunch ladies at school. They actually go as far as to have little plans and maneuvers to avoid the old ladies yelling at them. Kinda makes me giggle--why don't you join me in a small titter?

Mr. Peterson spilled acid all over his hand and burned himself. The funny is that he was more concerned about having a hole eaten in his pants than the flesh on his hand that was turning yellow...

I was actually able to talk with HWSFRN today without his girlfriend breathing down my neck. For a while I actually thought they had broken up because she wasn't at his side every moment anymore. Alas, I saw them holding hands earlier today.
Anyway, he said something asked how I felt about it. I was all like, "That makes me feel all warm and tingly on the inside." He pretty much took that as "I'm horny." He just ewwed at me for a while and admitted that without me he would literally be crazy. Not a good sign, because the then elaborated by saying something along the lines of if he didn't have the opportunity to make fun of me every day he'd go nuts.
Fun fun.
Yeah, I talked his girlfriend today a little bit as well. She's nice--which makes it very hard to hate her. Why do the girls who date the guys I like have to be so freaking nice? Anyway, she apologized to me about her boyfriend being mean. It bothers me when people refer to their boyfriend of girlfriend as "My boyfriend/girlfriend." It's just far too posessive.
Anyway, I laughed and apologized to her for her boyfriend being such an idiot.

Bah goes the sheep

Our dance team is pretty much falling apart. We started with 12 girls and were down to six earlier tonight. Red quit yesterday and Victim partially quit today. However, Victim talked it over with Coach Patty and decided to stay on the team. We're not performing this Friday--we put it off until next Friday 'cause we're completely redoing the routine.

I overheard a highly amusing conversation today. HWSFRN told Kookie that he and his girlfriend are the most disturbing couple ever. Considering the fact that I witnessed HWSFRN's girlfriend (oh let's call her...Flute) walk up to HWSFRN, announce she was cold, and suggest he warm her up...I think they win the disturbing factor.
The best part was that he just stood there and stared at here. Sometimes I'm not sure if he likes her or loathes her. It must be one of those love/hate relationships.
The other day I was accidentally flirting with HWSFRN (I just can't control it sometimes), but I didn't know Flute was right behind me. I just kinda walked away. Today, I walked into the bathroom, and I swear she ambushed me. I didn't even notice her until she said my name. I must have looked panic stricken or at least guilty. I had a quick conversation with her about how HWSFRN constantly mocks me and how he should not rub off on her.
I honestly thought she was going to bitch slap me or something.
Although, it's not like I really did anything wrong.

President Clinton was mocking me because I named my dummies in lifeguard training. The big torso is Jack and the baby is Graham. We only had the dummies for a couple of minutes and I already find them amusing. Boxer Boy went to inflate the lungs on his torso one and blew so hard the head went flying off. Great times.

For some reason, we were all talking about how Betty looks like he's from the Middle East or something. The picture in his license actually supports the argument. I love Betty. He is the coolest. He is also a pretty white guy (despite his semi-Hispanic background)--well, except for that day he wore the du-rag, but we won't get into that one.

A lovely picture of Red Eye, Tape (a.k.a. Action), and Betty in his turbin. Okay, so maybe not the best picture, but I ripped it off President Poseur's blog. Gosh that's an old picture--the bushes aren't all naked and covered in snow. I love the bushes. Some day I wish to hide in them and jump out. Then again, I also wish to go cow tippin'....

I think I'm sick

I just hurt all over. Not very cool. I just feel like poo.

My mom and I went shopping yesterday, and I think we both have food poisoning. We ate some questionable chicken, and we both feel like crap. Sadly, we really didn't notice the chicken was pinkish until after we were mostly done eating (shopping requires attention!).

Luckily, I did get the vast majority of my Christmas shopping done. I have to admit, that the hardest person to shop for was by far Beaver. I did find something I hope he'll like. I giggled when I read the tag and it said "For ages 3 and up." Idk why exactly, but it was funny.

Yeah, I found a magazine article on "sexy tips on how to kiss." I couldn't stop laughing. Some of the tips in there seemed disturbing rather then kinky. Well, all except for the one about bubble gum bubbles in the other person's mouth. I may have to try that one...any willing volunteers? lol

Our first dance performance is this coming Friday *gasp*. We're pretty much going to suck it up. Coach Patty had us remove the last 13 eight counts (a lot) from our dance. We have to relearn the new ending and perfect it by Friday. We're already going to be at least one person short (that I know of). Practice is going to be rough this week--I'm actually kinda scared for it.

Fabulous Friday

So Man-pretty and I hung out. I really don't want to talk about it.

I gave him the address to this blog.
I don't know if he's going to comment or anything.
To be honest with you, I don't even know if he'll even read it.
I'll just have to see.

Damn you Man-pretty for being such a nice guy.

Memories relived on paper as well as in the heart

Okay, so I read Face Paint's comment from yesterday's post and I found it highly amusing and uber true. Here is an ACTUAL blurb from my ACTUAL diary.

September 9th, 2004
"...I put on my sunglasses so no one would be able to see me cry and I started walking home. I caught up with Victim and we walked with some guy named Man-pretty....I think that was his name. He's really quite cute. I told Victim so, and she 'ewwed' at me. She also said he's basically me with a penis. Rather odd thought. I think she was slightly upset because she couldn't cheer me up, but when this dude came up to us and just started cracking jokes I started to laugh and stopped crying.
Anyway, we walked and completely bashed President Poseur for being perfect..."

September 13th, 2004
"Kr!st actually almost talked to me today. I say almost loosely. In real life, she just started yelling at me. That Man-pretty guy I met the other day came up to her and said she shouldn't yell at the freshman because she really didn't know what she was talking about either (haha, she's a junior!). Anyway, he kept teasing me. He walked up to me and started playing his Sousaphone over my head. Very loud--not cool. He's a really nice guy, but he kept looking at me really funny.
I guess he rides Victim's bus...I may have to go over to her house some time in the future;)
Well, that was what I thought until Victim came up to me during lunch and told me that she told him I think he's cute. I feel so embarrassed--I just met this guy and he knows I think he's cute! Victim said that he thinks I'm nuts because apparently no other girl has ever said he was attractive. I don't see how that's possible. He's so freaking cute. Plus he's fantastically nice..."

I didn't even know Man-pretty for a week when I wrote about all that stuff. Those enteries are followed up with "Victim is trying really hard to get me a boyfriend. She asked Man-pretty if he would ever go out with me. He said he doesn't really know me well enough yet (he said yet), but even if he did he has a girlfriend already." Stuff like that.
It's funny reading that thing because there is a very drastic change within the pages. From early June to late August it consisted of "blah blah blah, Grandpa Stick, blah blah," but after Sep. 9th it went "Man-pretty, blah blah." No more mention of Grandpa Stick. I try to relive it in my head and remember how fast I actually fell for Man-pretty. Within a week of my meeting him he pretty much was the basis of my diary. It's like, I read this stuff and I wish it was that simple. The whole getting him to notice me aspect of our relationship now seems like it went smooth...it's the whole getting myself to let go that is the hang-up.

My conclusion--it's going to take a LONG time to get over him. I doubt if it will be any time soon even after he graduates.
BLAH.