Tears and Rain (hmm...I want to listen to that song)

(Sorry to Mr. Mystery about the Chucks, but you have to understand it's common ground amongst myself and a few other people)
Chuck of the Day:
"Chuck Norris doesn't read books. He stares them down until he gets the information he wants."

I have committed to going to Prom alone by buying my singles ticket. Pfff.

It rained today. Again.
I cried today because Judge Gerald at Site #10 was freaking patronizing me.

J-J and I were playing our duet and the pressure was on. Crutches (formerly Kr!st) and Metzo Piano had decided they were going to watch us. Well, we were both nervous and missed a few notes. However, we did not play as horribly as Judge Gerald played it out to be. He never said anything to J-J. He just told me that "Most of my notes were wrong" He even told me to play a D but was poiting to an A, so I played the D. He was all like, "WRONG! D is first and second valve." Too bad for him D IS NOT first and second valve--A is first and second valve. He does not know what he is talking about. I believe in order to judge Solo & Ensemble you should at least be able to name the notes.
Anyway, he made me play the same measure six times and apparently I played it wrong every time. Then he said "If I had ten minutes maybe I could teach you how to play three measures, but I don't have that kind of time." J-J and I turned around and left. I started crying because I know we didn't play it as great as we could have, but I didn't deserve to be mocked like that. J-J, being the sweet guy he is, told me he was going to "knock the shit out of him and bash in his car." I heartith J-J.

I also had the same Judge Gerald for my solo in which I received a three. However, Crutches and J-J also received threes from the same judge. He gave us all the shaft.

Low Brass Choir managed a one.
Somehow Brass and Percussion Ensemble managed to fall apart during the song, but the judge still decided to send us on to State. *Woot woot* for going to State in both forensics and S&E in the same month!

I once again made an ass out of myself. Okay, so at District for forensics there was this really cute guy in two of my rounds. I was just like, "Wow, he's cute." At the end of the day, I witnessed him putting on a PF letterman's jacket (I was shocked to discover he was the sworn enemy).
Anyway, I was walking around the school and I saw him again. I was all like, "Hey, I know you." He said the same thing back. Awww *puke*
Pink Piggy and I decided to make up a name for him (David) and stare at him in the lunch room. Good times. We were walking back to our homeroom when we looked through a door and saw him taking a nap. It was so cute. Pink Piggy had to ask him what his real name was...it's cute.
She and I spent a vast majority of the time guy-hunting in the cafeteria. Man-pretty decided to join us and it was a hoot. The three of us were walking down the hall and the cute guy was standing there, so I screamed "Hey, there's ***!" He looked and I ran down the hallway like the fool I am. Good times.

On the ride home I sat infront of Random Freshman and Grandpa Stick and beside Soccer Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaall. We all talked about a crap-load of things. Good times. He asked me if I would make a list of qualities girls like in guys...
Later on in the conversation he said he has never had a real relationship and was afraid of commitment....hmmmm.
Then for the rest of the time we were talking about his bald spot.

Next Thursday I have our first soccer game of the season.
Friday I leave for Madison (Yay State forensics!) and
Saturday I have Prom.

Uggghh,
Here's a picture of the dress I wore to the concert on Monday. I also plan to wear it to State.
I just love it so much I had to mooch the picture from the store's website and post it.

Best mood in the world

The Chuck of the day:

Chuck Norris was the fourth wise man, who gave baby Jesus the gift of beard, which he carried with him until he died. The other three wise men were enraged by the preference that Jesus showed to Chuck's gift, and arranged to have him written out of the bible. All three died soon after of mysterious roundhouse-kick related injuries.

We have a concert tonight and I am pumped! I love conerts, but I am not going to lie to you. If any of the middle schoolers pull the crap they did last mixed concert I will be forced to kill one of them. I'm so excited for Solo & Ensemble on Friday. *Woot woot* for being a band geek. I even have my band folder with me for some reason--who knows why I'm carrying the beast around.
We still haven't a schedule for Friday or anything. Poo.
I have a solo, a duet with J-J, Low Brass Choir, and Brass and Percussion (with Beaver).

Quarter ends today. Next block I have to get my papers back from Mr. Nelson because apparently I didn't actually finish them. Pfff. Leave it up to The Fool to give a heinously stupid assignment for the very end of the quarter...and then be GONE so no one knows exactly what we have to do.

I'm in the best mood and I don't even know why. Seriously. All I did this weekend was get new shoes (two pairs...thanks to dad) and listen to music. It felt so good just to turn on the jams and vege out all weekend.
I have come to the conclusion that "King for a Day" is a great song. It just makes me laugh. Yay!

"King for a Day" by Green Day

Started at the age of four
My mother went to the grocery store
Went sneaking through her bedroom door
To find someething in a size four

Sugar and spice and everything nice
Wasn't meant for only girls
G.I. Joe in panyhose
Is making room for the one and only
King for a day princess by dawn
King for a day in a leather thong
King for a day princess by dawn
Just wait 'til all the guys get a load of me

My daddy threw me in therapy
He thinks I'm not a real man
Who put the drag in drag queen
Don't knock it until you've tried it

So yesterday I posted about how guys aren't a big part of my life right now...

I love how I wrote yesterday's post and actually meant what I wrote, but last night I had a dream about He Who Shall Forever Remain Nameless. I hate it.
There is a mere two weeks to the day until we perform in Madison for the State Forensics Competition. Fun fun.
Red and I may have to miss our first soccer game because we might be leaving Thursday rather than Friday morning at an unbelievably early time. Too bad HWSFRN is going to crash at his sister's apartment for the night rather than spending the night in the hotel with the rest of the team. Loser.

So the unexpected became reality early yesterday morning. I'm sure most of you (which is like thee people...so I know at least two of you know what I'm talking about) know my friend Sir Duct Tape. Yesterday morning he broke up with his girlfriend Glue. I was talking to him about it and he said there were so many things he couldn't deal with anymore. I guess she's already wanting to get back together or something. Talking to him is amusing. I had to inform him that people are going to start betting on when/if they get back together; he wants in on the bet 'cause he knows it's a sure thing he'll win. LOL. That's Sir Duct Tape for you.
He's cool. I thought I may have accidentally creeped him out a lot, but he's cool like that.
He's a volunteer firefighter, and he was talking about how he's not actually allowed to enter a burning building until he's eighteen (he's a fellow sophomore for those of you who do not know), but he can deal with chimney fires or whatever.
Of course I, being the dumbass I am, had to say "That's hot. I'm not going lie to you." He thought he misheard what I said because apparently I'm one of his only chick friends who doesn't think he's drop-dead sexy. The worst part was when I repeated what I said...I couldn't just lie and make something up.
Peanuts was all like, "SOME THINGS WE KEEP IN OUR HEAD, LEMONS!"
The sad truth is that the longer I know him the cuter he does get. Alas, he is one of those guys I think is cute but have no "special" feelings for. Hmmm....there are a lot of those comin' 'round these days.

Yay for cute guys!

Thank goodness for the end of third quarter!

I am so excited the quarter ends Monday. Seriously.
Most of my grades are in except for my English final on The Pearl. I'll also be glad to have that story out of my life. It's pissed me off so much. I was telling Kiss-kiss about some major irony I found in the story before she even read the ending. However, when I was talking about it today she decided to claim that she too had discovered the irony way before I had told her about it. Idk. I think I'm just mad at some unknown entity, so I am taking it out on my friends. Actually, I have a lot to be mad about. However, I will not put the major reason on this blog. Hopefully it goes out with third quarter. If it doesn't...well there's always the end of the year to look forward to.
So pretty much very few of my friends are actually going to Prom. Peanuts is going, but Victim's not sure if she'll be able to get off work. Poo.
Beaver's going--Yay! However, he may be too occupied with Cupcake to hang out with a gnome like me.
Pfff. I kid.
Poor Beaver is having girl problems. I read out it on his blog this morning during speech, so on my way to HoE (literally right across the hall) I took a detour to his locker and waited for him. However, he is a Beaver and was nowhere to be found, so I hit it up to Dural's class. From there Random Freshman mumbled something about knowing where Beaver sits in class so if I needed to drop anything off he'd make sure Beavs got it. I told him I was delivering a hug, and he kinda shut up after that.
I finally found Beaver in the hall where he screamed "SHE'S TOUCHING ME!" Haha, good times Beaver hunting.

Oh, speaking of Random Freshman...that was literally the first time he and I have talked since I "asked him to Prom." Oh, and for those of you who he hasn't told...I guess I asked him to Prom. However, he is also telling people that if he could go he would. Pfff.
I think I may be giving up on him. Sadly. I'm just going to give up on guys. Yes, I know this is something like the millionth time I've said this but seriously this time. I lie.

Guys have actually not been a big part of my life lately. I mean, I have more guy friends than ever, but it seems not too many guys interest me anymore. Yeah, I do think some guys are cute but that is merely the only thoughts I hold of them.
I barely talk to RF and Saturday was the first time I've talked to He Who Shall Forever Remain Nameless in probably over a month.
...This is probably why my grades are so pleasant this quarter--no dudes. Uggghh, actually this whole year has seen some very generous grades on my behalf. Then again, there are no boyfriends to occupy my time either.......
Hopefully the grades stay up in 4th quarter with an exciting schedule of......
*drum roll*
1st Block Advanced Algebra
2nd Block Biology
3A Band
3B English 10
4th Block Information Processing II
(I took the last class for an easy credit and then realized I would not have a spot left for Creative Writing with Mollman...so much for taking that class during high school....)

I need more ice

I hurt. Tonight at practice we were scrimaging and I volunteered for defense. It rocked...except for the part where I kinda forgot the fact that no one was actually wearing shin guards. I boldly took on a couple of seniors. However, I feel I did not suck to my full potential. I vaguely remember being a lot worse at the sport, but it is merely the second practice.
Do not quote me as being negative...you have mostlikely never played soccer with me. I was all star at riding the pine for Coach Grant. He even tried to pawn me off on another team once upon a time.
Yay for pain! Uggghh, I'm exagerating--it feels good.

Employees must wash BOTH hands before returning to work

I would like to start out by saying I advanced to State Forensics for the second year in a row! *woot*
The only person on the team who didn't advance is Steal. I feel bad saying this, but it didn't really feel like she was part of the team anyway. She never talked to anyone and didn't ride in the van with us.

More memories were made in THE VAN. Not just any van but THE VAN.
We were about an hour and a half from our destination when Mr. Fuerer realized that the key he was given to start THE VAN was not the key used to unlock the freaking doors. Luckily for us, we realized the back doors were not locked, so I was nominated to climb through the back, hurtle myself over the seats, and unlock all the doors.
Throughout the entire city of Superior we could not find any place to eat. We had to settle for McDonalds 'cause our other choice was "The Cowboy Club...."
However, the most memorable moment was the fact He Who Shall Forever Remain Nameless and I were seated feet away, yet we did not kill eachother. Actually, the day was spent quite peacefully between the two of us. Hmmm...I think he may have earned back his spot on my Top 8. :P
He asked if he could have the address to this blog, but when I said I didn't want him reading it he kinda got mad. However, the topic was then changed to something completely different.

I have to make a point of the blog title here. We were all kinda waiting in line at Taco Johns at some point during the ride home when HWSFRN practically fell out of the Mens' room in hysterics. It took him a couple minutes to explain the "wash hands" sign or whatever. I laughed my ass off. I don't know why, but for some reason no one really found it as hilarious as the two of us. I even had to venture into the dudes' bathroom to check it out.

Uggghh.
Today was the first soccer practice and I was pumped. I tried explaining my enthusiasm to Beaver, but he was just like, "Isn't it Hell week?" Given, we did have to do quite a bit of running, but it was fun just to be kicking around the ball. I feel so good--with the exception of my feet which hurt like your mother.
Coach Desotelle made us run, but we didn't have to do it all at once. We'd do something...run a line...do a drill....run a line...not follow the drill correctly...do a line...scrimmage...losers did a line.....
Good times.
The suckiest part was the fact we have to walk to practice (not that big of deal...it's like three blocks), practice, and then afterwards I had to walk back to the school, and then walk all the way home. I could barely haul myself up the blasted stairs.

I keep looking at my bed....it sounds quite good, but it is far too early.
Pfff, no it's not.

I'm not Jewish, but I do have lipgloss on my eyelids

I would like to start out by saying BEAVER PEED IN HIS BROTHER'S PANTS. Okay, no he didn't, but it's fun to say all the same.

I managed to spend my 16th birthday in a coma. Okay, not really, but I slept for the vast majority of it. Yay for being sick and skipping school. My being sick is my main reason for not posting in such a long time. Yay for excuses!
Anyhow, I came back today and everyone was all like, "Happy birthday...yesterday." Which also included a happy birthday from Random Freshman...despite the fact he called me Jewish.......still confused....no I'm not.
I believe I had seven balloons popping out of my locker. Good times.

Although I am feeling better, I'm on the verge of losing my voice completely. Throughout the day it abandoned me. I've never been able NOT to talk--odd feeling considering the fact I never shut up.
The suckiest part is that Saturday is District in Superior. Yay for leaving the school prior to 5:00 am!
COME ON, IT'S A SATURDAY!!!

My mom bought me a dress for Prom. It's whicked neat. It's orange--I kid you not. I think I'm shrinking, though. Last year my dress was a size 5 and this year it's a size 3. *Gasp*
How did I manage to get down to a size 3? In middle school I was a size 7--I must be that good.
No I'm not.

Peanuts lost her cherry

Not exactly how it sounds but close. She had a bottle top thinger that was red and said "cherry," which she ended up losing.
She got incredibly pissed when I stood up and screamed "Okay, who took Peanuts' cherry!" Uggghh, good times.

Anyone want to hear how I embarrassed myself today?

Okay, so I walked all up into band, and Random Freshman and I were talking about something. There was kind of this awkward silence, so I decided to fill it.
Despite the fact I already knew he wasn't going to Prom, I was all like, "Hey, are you going to Prom?"
His response: "NO"
I'm not even sure what I was thinking. I mean, I knew he was going to say no anyway, but the way he said it so loudly it sounded like he was mad or something. So what do I do? I don't just be like, "Oh, why not? You should go!" I was all like "Oh, that's cool" and I ran away.

Yes, I R-A-N away. Sadly, I didn't even finish what I was doing. I just turned and booked out the door leading to the folder room.

I haven't talked to him since.

Oh, but there is a good point to this. Beaver informed me that after this year Random Freshman is going to a prep school.
So I made an ass out of myself, but it's okay 'cause he's leaving. Blah

The thing is I KNEW what his response was going to be.
I can't even imagine what I would feel like if I would have actually asked, "Hey, wanna go to Prom with me?"
Gosh

I feel like such a freaking loser.

He did what?

I managed to get to school uber early to drop off Crowe's CD player 'cause he said he wanted it by 8:00, so I was there. Yeah, I pretty much sat outside his door waiting for him for 15 freaking minutes.
I was walking around the block when I saw Room (she had a different nickname, but I like this one better) talking to his guy. Hmm...if you know me well you know that I generally can't tell who people are from a distance (especially from the other end of the hall). However, I knew exactly who this guys was: Man-pretty.
HE DYED HIS HAIR BLONDE!!!

First off, My Favorite Blonde now has red hair (doesn't make any sense), and now Man-pretty has blonde hair. It looks kinda tinted red from a little distance, but that is probably because his natural hair color is so dark.

Uggghh, I love the natural color of his hair. However, I have to admit that he does like uber nice with lighter hair as well. *sigh*

I should really be studying for my advanced algebra test tomorrow, but alas, I am not.

Bob O'Reilly called me a whore again. A few days ago we were discussing the book we had been reading and she called me a whore....then today I was taking a survey on what people thought of these hideous shoes (for my speech for her class). A few people said they looked like something a whore would wear. I asked Sister-sister and he said "whorish." As soon as he said that she said that they looked like something I would wear and that I could deffinately pull them off.

Ouch.

Oh, and by the way. I guess my plan is currently in rehabilitation. Or whatever....

My horoscope for today..."The responsibility of love is one you're ready for -- expect it to be given soon."

...Whoa, am I actually being BLACKMAILED?

While sitting at lunch today, Pink Piggy was pressing me to actually get up and ask RF out. I wouldn't. ALL THE WAY AROUND didn't know what we were talking about (no only were we speaking nicknames but also nonsense at that). I filled her in and for around fifteen minutes she was all like, "Why do you like RF? He's....WHY?!?!" That went on forever! She asked how long I've liked him and My Favorite Blonde said since Homecoming and Pink Piggy said BEFORE homecoming. They lie. How could they know I liked him if I didn't even know I liked him because I did not like him. At the time I was trying to set him up with Pink Piggy...we can all see how well I did with that quest.....

Pink Piggy HAD to bring up the whole Homecoming incident with Random Freshman that I had nearly forgotten about. I think she may be trying to blackmail me with it! It wasn't even something worth blackmail, but Huft-daddy did have to get involved........

We had to do our LAST dance performance today at Regency. Basicly we just all jumped in cars, headed over to the nursing home, and dirty-danced for the elderly :P
We had some "naughty" moves that even Beaver's dad didn't approve of...I'd love to hear what the elderly had to say about our routine.
The best part? Coach Patty announced that she wanted us to do our competition routine. None of us have done that routine since we decided it was beat to hell way back in early January. Two months we've gone without doing that dance, but we all had to colaborate and remember it for the night. I felt special 'cause I could still do all of it with the exception of one eight count in which if totally pooched it.
For practice we couldn't find a CD player (if anyone is informed on the whereabouts of the dance team's blue CD player, please let me know....), so we had to mooch one off the a teacher.
However, we could not get back to the school to return the blasted thing, so guess who has it in her room.
That's right, Lemons has Crowe-man's CD player in her room. Yay for being in posession of teacher's personal property! It looks like it would be wicked awesome with its many features; alas, it is a p.o.s. I am disappointed in that man....

So much for that...

My plan was dancing along the street singing out wonderful songs. However, it was then shot and drop-kicked in the ass several times. From there, it desprately fought to get up, but a mugger attacked it and knifed it down to the ground. A drunk bum wandering the street decided to take a piss on the plan--lucky the plan was unconcious and was unaware.
The plan was found by two kind patrons, but while in the hospital Nurse Beaver gave it food poisoning with Jello (if Man-pretty is reading this: yes, Jello can go bad despite its jiggly goodness...or can it....?).
The plan currently remains in a coma.

Oh, and Beaver...he COULD kill a kitty; despite the fact I didn't know what that meant until you spelled it out for me!

WHY DOES THIS HAPPEN TO ME?!?!

Guessing Time

It's time to play "How the f*** did Lemons beat the shit out of herself this time" guys!
Two days in a row I managed to get my ass handed to myself...by myself.
I will offer a cookie to whomever can tell me how I did this both days. However, you cannot participate if I already told you.
I will reveal my stupidity when the bruise on my face fades...which should be in a couple of days.

Yeah...so much for Random Freshman NOT being at Skizzle's party. I walked up to the door, glanced throught the window and he was the FIRST person I saw. Skizzle answered the door with a big smile--I think she did it on purpose 'cause she didn't tell him I was coming until I was walking up the driveway.

It was basicly a giant family reunion--I being the only one not related to anyone there. However, half an hour after I arrived My Favorite Blonde showed up.
I was sitting at a table with Skizzle, Random Freshman, his mom, his little sister, his aunt, and his grandma. Various other relatives were on the other side of the room. It was amusing. The good news is that I managed not to make an ass out of myself. However, I did start talking about how bad our football team was and how much they suck. THEN I remembered Random Freshman plays football.....however, he agreed that they do indeed suck.

We were about to go outside and have a snowball fight (I threatened to tackle him in the snow) when his mom said they were going to leave.

MFB and I headed out, but I wanted to say good-bye. Her response was "Haha, you want RF--why does that not surprise me?" Then as he was walking out the door she tried to push me into him. However, I manged to fall into a snow pile a couple feet away.

Good times.

Yeah, I posted already today...what are you going to do?

Okay, so for some reason the little font and font changey color thinger is MIA from my blogger toolbar or whatnot.
Sad.

I was in a blah mood today. I wanted to stab Ding with my pen during HoE (History of Economics...keep up people). I would like to state that I did NOT give him the name "Ding." I don't know him well enough to name him, but he refers to himself as such, so we're going with it. I once made the mistake of asking why he's called Ding. His response: "Because I'll 'ding' damn near anything!" He's annoying. He constantly wants people to do everything for him, but when it comes down to simple stuff he gets angered by the thought of having to do it himself. I can't wait to escape that class just to get away from him.

Anyway, I went into the band room and found a CD that Man-pretty left for me. He must be in a giving mood or something because this is the second CD he's burned for me in like a month. It's sweet though--he has wonderful taste in music.

We had a chaos day in which I didn't have any ensemble practices to attend, so I just skipped practicing my solo and played "Light Cavalry" with My Favorite Blonde and Skizzle. They shortly later abandoned me, so I did have to resort to the solo practicing.
Beaver came out from hiding, so we scouted out a place to play Egyptian Rat Kill. We chose to take over Random Freshman's chair and sax case. Beavs took the chair and the case was our table. Whenever I lost my cards (pretty much every time 'cause I suck) I would kick RF's case and blame him for my loss. Beaver joined in...and let me say that I am kinda surprised we did not dent the case.
Random Freshman came in and picked up his case, dumping our cards to the floor. Pfff.

I'm going to Skizzle's party tomorrow. It should be cool. She also invited Random Freshman...but she kinda had to 'cause he's her cousin and all, but he probably won't go.
Should be interesting considering the fact that I don't know who else is all going. Good times.

Oh, we had our soccer meeting today. I'm uber excited. Yay for soccer!

Sitting in Speech

So Bob O'Reilly gave us a "free day" or what have you during speech today. I started surfing blogs and realized that Beaver JUST posted while sitting in ITT. Hmmm, I know it takes freaking forever to post on the lab computers (which are literally almost as old as I am). However, I am in Bob O'Reilly's class where the brand new iBook G4 are stored.

The game last night rocked. Our team advanced and has a game tomorrow some time, but I cannot go to it. We had pepband, but since it was announced on such a late notice hardly anyone actually showed up to it. Man-pretty and I sat in the front, as usual, and rocked out. Not really. It was fun though; during "Fired Up" he pretty much had a solo throughout the song. Good times.

I have to break one of my own rules and use someone's real name, but no one really knows him by any other nickname besides Schlub.
Last night he accomplished a third record for the season. His first, made earlier in the season, was his 1,000th point in a game. His second, the record points scored in a single game. His third, from last night, being the most points scored in a single season.
To top it all off, he DUNKED the ball. It was great.

Sadly, he is one of Philly's "royalty" that will be forgotten in five years. Honestly, after people graduate no one knows who they are. I mean, yeah, most people remember "the greats" from last year, but in two years people will ask "Who?"

The other day I was looking at some of the older cross country pictures that are in the display cases. There was one guy who was on varsity all four years of high school. I am assuming that he was an amazing runner to accomplish that feat. However, I have no clue what this guy's name is. When he walked through these halls people probably all said hi to him. Now he is probably working some job where no one knows who he is. He was probably great in high school, but people who go to the same school a decade later do not know his name.

So many people have wandered these halls. I know our school is small and it has always been that way but seriously. Teachers tell stories of students we never knew. Memories remain only for those who were present.
We make our own history throughout our own high school years.

Some great people are graduating this year, but chances are they won't be remembered. I hate to say it, but new basketball stars will rise, class geniuses will be forgotten, and the jokers of the day will be lost through the constant flow of students passing through the halls of PHS.

My plan to contradict Beaver's f***ed up anti-plan

Oh yeah, I have a plan. I will not reveal what it is to anyone--so there Beaver.

Beaver revealed the true meaning behind his "plan" which was not even a plan to begin with.

I win.

Okay, but I do have to give a point to Beaver.
I was in the lab sitting next to Skizzle, and Beaver's science class came in. Random Freshman kinda sat by us, so we all started talking (Skizzle is RF's cousin, so it was amusing seeing how alike they are--scary)
Anyway, he was saying how he's giving up being retarded for lent. He actually said this with a straight face; however, his next sentence was "Is that Nuva Ring?"

Oh....my.....Buddah