R.I.P. Hard-drive

My hard-drive thing died.
So sad.

Anyway. A lot has happened since I last posted.

I went to state and got man-handled out my perfect score because my judge was stupid.
I got a date for prom (long story).
Went nuts decorating for prom.
Tackled a girl.
Kissed a boy.
Listened to the same some on repeat 35 times.
Survived prom.
Ate ice cream out of a margarita glass at A&W.
Held hands with Mr. Hommerding.

Yeah. That list makes me laugh. I really want to go into detail about EVERYTHING, but I feel I shall just touch on a few and stay on the topic of prom.

State was lots of fun. I wanted to hit HWSFRN in the face. Yeah, he's a really big jerk. Not even kidding. Idk why, I just think he's such a...downer.
We watched Spanish soap operas and made up our own words. Good times. My actual performance for state was perfection. I was by far, the best one in my room, but my judge still gave me a second place. Even HWSFRN and Mrs. Lenz said I should have had a first place medal.
Pff.

I got a date for prom. Okay, so a long time ago I said something about really liking a guy, but I didn't want to post about him because I REALLY liked him. Well, his girlfriend broke up with him so I asked him to prom. He said he was going to ask me....how sweet!

Prom decorating was insane. I made some bushes. I never want to see green tissue paper ever again.

Last Thursday we had a soccer game and I tackled a chick. I wasn't even going for the ball--I wanted the chick to go down. The best part was that she landed ontop of me and the ref called HER for the foul! Shortly after that I was sacked two more times.....not my doing.

I kissed a boy...on the cheek. But still. Prom was so much fun :P

I listened to "Saints" by The City Drive from somewhere around 2:00 am to 4:something am after prom. Great song.

I clearly survived prom. No joke. So my date and I went to A&W before prom. It was awesome. We couldn't stop laughing. The dance was really cool. He said he couldn't dance, but I'm really glad he tried. We slow danced. That was a lot of fun. Three of my friends found it necessary to come up and take pictures of us and then go "AWWW". Embarrassing. I kissed him on the cheek...which was no easy task, let me tell you. He's like 5'10" and I'm 4'11"....but I had heels on. We had fun just sitting and talking. Plus we got to watch Mr. Peterson "sneakily" take helium balloons. At the very end he just started screaming in his uber high voice. My date and I went back to my place and watched Borat. Great times. I tried snuggling up to him and I'm not actually sure if we held hands...his hand was laying ontop of mine. Yeah, but then afterwards he said he liked me but didn't want a relationship.

Pff. Yeah. I'm not sure what's going down with that. I talked to him a little about it, but again....I'm not sure.

Because I was on prom committee, I got to keep some of the margarita glasses from prom. And since I have connections with Gisela (I can't remember her nickname right now, so her German name will have to do),whose parents own The Dub,...Pink Piggy, Gisela, and I took our glasses and got ice cream at A&W. Good times.

And last and certainly least....I held hands with Mr. Hommerding. I don't even know.
I went to prom clean up on Sunday and he held an "emergency prom committee meeting" in the Commons. There was a perfectly good table covered in left-over cookies, but he wanted us to sit on the floor. However, he wouldn't sit on the floor because he said something about being too old to get back up or something.
Then he actually lay a sat between Pink Piggy and I...and then grabbed our hands and wouldn't let go. How old is that man? He has to be somewhere in his 70's.
Gisela ran to get her camera to take a picture of the awkward moment. It was incredibly amusing. He was down-right giddy....and then he congratulated us on surving all the months of preparation and finally, prom itself. Finally, he let us have our hands back.

Home game tomorrow against Washburn. Coach Desotelle really wants to feet Olof...or whatever the Washburn coach's name is.
I'm scared. Washburn was the team we played last year when Coach Desotelle had to carry me off the field.

A great day

Today was amusing.
So I was walking to my bus stop while rocking out to my iPod...as usual. This car pulled up. I didn't pay attention to who was in it. HWSFRN stuck his head out the window and told me to get in.
His radio was blasting...a news program.
Wow.

Band was freaking amazing. Ray K passed out "Pirates of the Carribean"....I love that song. I even got my old copy and I couldn't help but laugh at all the ridiculous fingerings I had written in when we played it freshman year. J-J hadn't played it before.....it was cool. It felt weird playing the first chair part when back in the day I played second.

During lunch Peanuts and I were corrupting Random Freshman. I believe he has the quote of the day...."I like boobs more than video games."
We seriously spent 20 minutes talking about boobs. Random Freshman even let me feel him up a little bit. That was amusing.

We actually got to pick our own groups in German today. Frau Hanson was just like...go. She hereby has a nickname other than "Chocolate's mom" She is now known as Redenbogen. Well, she Peanuts, and I got in a fight over House. We're going to do our German skit from an episode. Redenbogen was all like, "That show sucks. I don't understand why my kids love it."
Duh!

Practice was canceled! Peanuts and I decided to drive around screaming in Borat-like accents. We saw Mr. Nelson going to work and had to go in and ask him when he's subbing for one of our classes. We came to my place and sat in the parking lot talking about boys. That was amusing. Well, it was for us.

And of course House was on tonight. I love it.

Prom Committee meeting tomorrow. That should be fun. I was in charge of finding a DJ...and now we can't get contact him at all. This sucks. And guess what. Miss "Committee Chairperson" will blame me and say it's all my fault that he's not answering his phone.

Well that was pure bull...

The NHS/awards ceremony was weird. The candles freaked me out. It was like a cult. Okay, I understand that you have to be smart to be in NHS...but for those of us who weren't being inducted it was crap.

Well, the part I found to be crap was the whole "accomplishments" list. There were a few that were stretched or out-right lies.
Like "active member in forensics." I'm sorry, but if you DROP OUT after sub-district your freshman year....you CANNOT say that!
If you DROP OUT of dance team and didn't help with routines you should not say you're a CHOREOGRAPHER!
If you were never elected to a position called "Prom Committee Chair Person" you should NOT give yourself the title (oh, and this same girl pissed me off earlier today on the same freaking subject!!!)

There were a few others, but those were the ones that pissed me off to no end.

I really loved when Sister-Sister and HWSFRN had to stand up and say something. The two people who are in forensics just had this lackadaisical tone to their voice like it was nothing. The other people seemed really stiff and crap.
*woot woot* forensics people!

Yeah, so while we were all on stage for forensics I had to stand next to HWSFRN. He just randomly leaned over and whispered, "Lemons, you're really short."
Like I need to be reminded constantly.
Oh, the best part about that was the speech he gave earlier today about how every Monday I astonish him with just how short I am. We all can't be 6'1"

Blah. Do you know what I love? Inside jokes. They are quite possibly my favorite things ever. Peanuts and I were doing a lap around the field and we actually had to stop and catch our breath because we had been laughing so hard. About what? "Rainbow kneecaps." Is it sad just thinking about it now makes me want to keel over giggling?
Hardcore.

Maybe more tomorrow. This whole not having homework thing is freaking me out. I have no clue what to do with myself anymore.

HOOKERS

I was supposed to have my surgery today. BITCHES.
So I went to the clinic twice and they referred me to a specialist. This specialist's receptionist told my mom that I did NOT need another consultation and I could have the surgery right away.
BULLSHIT!
So I get to the doctor's office after sitting in a car FOREVER. I then sit in a waiting room FOREVER. When I finally get into the room the doctor told me exactly what I already knew and proceeded to describe the procedure I thought I was there for.
My mom and I went to the receptionist desk and asked why I wasn't having surgery that day when I was TOLD I was.
Then the receptionist got all bitchy and said that she didn't understand why I thought I was going to have something like that done when "Doctor" didn't know what was going on.
That pissed me off. All the people there called him "Doctor" not "Doctor.....blah" not "the doctor" but just "Doctor" Weird.
Anyway. The doctor told me to try to make an appointment for next week....but the mean lady at the desk said that was "out of the question for Doctor."
Then she refused to give me an appointment before the end of time.
So this other receptionist lady walked by and saw that I was practically in tears and took over.

She found an appointment open on April 13.
Nope. State
She found an appointment open on April 20.
Maybe. Day before prom. She recommended I try another day incase I would bruise on my eye and look like Frankenstein.
Settled for some outrageous date in May.

Then this other lady came in. She introduced herself and said that chances are, she would be performing the surgery rather than "Doctor." She said she would get me in earlier. Which is how I got my appointment for next Friday.

I'm still mad that the one receptionist told my mom I'd be having the surgery today.
Hooker.

I'm tempted to take an exacto-knife and do the freaking thing myself. It's not even a real "surgery" or anything...but I guess it's classified as one for some weird reason.

....Stupid eyelid.

I actually had semi-amusing things to post about today too. Well...about yesterday. Peanuts and I had a fun Thursday.

Wrong on so many levels

Peanuts and I have this thing when Mr. Peterson tells us to do something we don't want to we say, "Yeah, well you're old." and he ALWAYS says, "I'm--not-----OLD!"
He completely dated himself yesterday with the....
"I'm going to YourSpace and leaving you a message."

Something is seriously wrong with the older generations.

Oh, that's not even the best part.
My homeroom is the best. So that one chick...we'll call Profanity due to the fact she can't speak without dropping an F-bomb or two. Well, she was talking about how she has a boob fetish. Smilie joined in and started talking about how much he loves boobs. At that point, Locker Buddy, who has giant boobs, walked in the door and we all laughed.
Mr. Jasurda usually sits behind his desk and doesn't even pay attention to us. However, he turned his chair around and started to tell us about this old woman he saw at the mall who had the saggiest boobs he's ever seen in his life. He went on to describe how she could have strapped them into her belt.
We laughed so freaking hard.
He just got up and went over to his podium and said "I'm a health teacher. I get to talk about sex all day long." That was actually a little disturbing. Especially the way he said it with the giant smile on his face.
WEIRD

My homeroom is the best. In no other homeroom can you play Guitar Hero II, leave whenever you please, talk about Boobs, play with a real human skeleton, and various other things.

Peanuts and I went into Mr. Hommerding's homeroom and everyone in there either was doing homework or staring at the wall. They're not allowed to talk or anything. That would suck.

Oh my goodness

District today.

Our team rocks. HWSFRN complained about his ex-girlfriend...and Pink Piggy and I beat him with the worst ex...we both dated Whelk Boy. *shudder*

It all went down the third round. HWSFRN,...uggghh...let's call him Wormwood Hill for lack of anything better..., and I were all up in a room with Mrs. Lenz.

We dominated that room. Wormwood Hill rocked out with his prose.
I completely bitch-slapped my monologue. I've never actually been that aware of the audience as I was performing. I actually made eye contact rather than eye-to-forehead contact. I couldn't stop looking at HWSFRN. He had never seen me perform nor I him. He kept making really weird faces...and his messy hair made him look like an evil scientist.
Anyway...so my piece was making fun of people who over-do Shakespeare.
HWSFRN had to follow me....doing a piece from Shakespeare. He was really good. He had this little accent for his introduction and then a completely different accent for his piece.

Like I said, we dominated our room...no one else stood a chance.

Anyway...so while watching the not as outstanding performances of the round something fell out of HWSFRN's pocket. I saw it and some other chick saw it. Afterwards, the other girl picked it up and told HWSFRN he had dropped it.

Totally forgot about it until.......


HWSFRN says:
one question
HWSFRNsays:
who was that note from?
Lemons says:
what?
HWSFRN says:
round 3
Lemons says:
oh, the one that fell out of your pocket?
HWSFRN says:
k
HWSFRN says:
i had nthing in my pocket
Lemons says:
did it say anything?
HWSFRN says:
it had a phone number
HWSFRN says:
and the words call me

I think it might've been from that psycho chick from PF. She kept stalking our team and it was creepin' a bit.
She told me she thought a guy from our team was cute, but she wouldn't say which one...and the fact that she legitimately scared me made me not want to know.
She was insane.
I fear for HWSFRN.
I don't even know the chick's name...but she felt it was necessary to dig through my purse when I wasn't looking. Apparently she felt it was normal to meet me and then rummage through my belongings.
She laughed manically and said, "I borrowed your pen, hope you don't mind." I didn't know what to say...so I said what I ALWAYS say, "So I noticed."
WHY DO IT?

Anyway. My scores were 25, 24, 23. Translation: a perfect score, an almost perfect score, and a slap in the face.
Seriously...I believe 23s are mean...they say that you're REALLY good, but the judge is just to stingy to give you that 24/25.

Snickers Runs are the best

Best parts of today:

• Mr. Peterson's sehr eng Hose.
• Chocolate's creepy stalker skills
• HWSFRN singing the Snickers song
• Chocolate stripping
• G-string wearing my naughty lingere (sp?...oh who cares)
• the Snickers run
• Getting a 2 on my solo
• Talking to the infamous Sam
• Hearing Chocolate tell me his mom likes me

Mr. P's pants were...there's not even a word for how tight those pants were. It was weird.

Chocolate has a habit of just randomly playing with my keys. Whenever I can't find them they're usually in his pocket. We gave him a little test during lunch today to see if he knew what the keys were to.
Should I be creeped out that he knew exactly what all my keys went to? It was mildly hilarious.

HWSFRN decided to randomly play the Snickers song on his guitar. Good times. Then I decided it would be great to scope out the Commons to find someone eating a Snickers to serenade. Too bad I scoped all the vending machines and found NONE.

Which lead to the Snickers run. (I apologize for not going in order with the list) So I told Tall Creepy Guy there were no Snickers to be found. I believe his exact words were "You--Car--Now" So we jumped in his ghetto-cruiser and took a trip to Amaco. He has to be one of the funniest people I've ever met. He just has random stuff in his car...it was awesome. He makes me giggle. Well, I had like 20 minutes until my solo...and I was freaking out. That made it so much better.

Of course we never pulled the plan of me sitting in the Commons eating the Snickers while HWSFRN and a few others did the song.

So I was talking to Chocolate...and he just randomly started unbuttoning his shirt. And then we did the whole "You're not wearing pants" deal (he was wearing pants, it's just an incredibly inside joke). It was so funny.

I have this pink nightgown thing...it's very close to a teddy if you guys know what that is. I wanted to wear it under my blazer deal. G-string decided he wanted to put it on. It was hilarious. He was all like, "Does this make my ass look fat?" The best part was almost at the end of the night when his mom said she liked my top...and he said he looked better in it. The look on her face was priceless.

I was freaking out on my solo, hardcore. I got a 2. I didn't deserve it. My judge told me I've been holding my French horn incorrectly for 6 years. Mr. Knihtila said that I didn't have to hold it how she said...yay!

Infamous Sam was there. Sam doesn't get a nickname. He's just Sam. He is quite possibly one of the most attractive guys I have ever seen in my life. I met him in Superior and found out he only lives like 20 miles away...so now I make it a point to find him at every district event. He's so nice. I just randomly walked up to him and asked if he was going to be at district tomorrow. *sigh*

Everyone abandoned me...except for Chocolate. I don't even remember what we were talking about when he asked me about my German project he didn't know about.
Long story short: I asked how he knew about the project and apparently his mom told him about my "awesome project"...which went into the awkward "wait you mom was talking about me...what did she say" deal which ended with Chocolate saying that his mom likes me.
SCORE!!!
She better. Do you have any idea how much sucking up I've done to that woman?

I pretty much spent my entire day with Chocolate. He's so adorable. I can't even take it anymore. He even puts up with my psycho friends. I love fake fighting with him. It always goes the same way with me saying "Why do you hate me?" and them him looking at me with his pretty eyes saying "I don't hate you" all sweet and quietly.
Idk. Sometimes it feels like he likes me back a little bit, but maybe he just sees me as a really good friend.

Grrr.

District tomorrow. I really hope most people make it to State. ....I say most because there's one I don't really think should go. Insert bitch sticker here.

You will never get this.

I have those words stuck in my head.

Hmm.
So Peanuts forgot.
Pink Piggy forgot, didn't believe it, and then made me cry a little because she gave herself the bad friend award.
Victim said she remembered, but I'm not sure.
Locker Buddy didn't even know.
...and Skizzle just hugged me as I cried because I felt unloved.

Why did I cry?
Today was my birthday--and NO ONE remembered. I kid you not...none of my friends remembered.
Mr. Peterson wished me a happy birthday...but I did bring in brownies...or as he calls them "death on a napkin."

Idk...I guess it's not that big of deal, but...Yeah. I remember my friends' birthdays and do stupid stuff for them (like wrapping their lockers).

Other than that, it wasn't a bad day.
Happy birthday to me.
My last year as a minor.

You CAN'T do THAT!

Wow. Yeah. What else is there to say?

So Peanuts was all for me going for Chocolate. Seriously, she thought it was adorable.
Then today...he came into Mollman's room and said hi to me and she was just like, "Get out now! I don't want you in here!" and then when he left she said she didn't want me liking him.

I'm confused.

Oh well. He's a nice boy.

Okay. So Peanuts and I write down stuff to eachother a lot. Every day in chemistry we get out a piece of notebook paper and just write random things.
Yeah, a lot of those things we write are NOT appropriate for a teacher to be reading.....ESPECIALLY Mr. Peterson!

So he just decided he was going to grab my notebook and flip through the pages. OOOO
I freaked out and grabbed it out of his hand...but I think it was a wee bit too late.

The most shocking thing....
I was talking to HWSFRN about something that would be funny. He started out the conversation with "Do you know what would be funny? If you went to prom with me..........but you wore a tux and went as a Mini Me."

The sad thing is....if it wasn't my junior prom I probably would do it. Plus I already bought my dress. It would actually be amusing.

An albino black

That's my new label.

Blah.

Today was wonderful. I felt so pretty. Don't ask why. It just seemed like my hair did what I wanted it to, my makeup didn't smear, and my clothes looked good.

Is it bad I think that? I usually think I look like crap, but today I felt decent.

So I was thinking....I REALLY don't want to go to my junior prom alone. A while ago I said I was going alone because I wanted to go alone. Yeah, I told HWSFRN that I decided I was going to prom alone. His response: "How long did it take you to figure that out?"

Hm. Makes me wonder...could I get a date if I wanted to?
No.
Seriously. The guys I talk to pretty much are all shacked up or hate me. I mean, yeah...I don't want to go alone or with a group of friends and just be like "I'm too cool for this."

I don't even want to go.
I do, but I know I'll end up depressed and go home crying.

My mom's mad at me.
So some military recruiter called. I want to hear what he has to say. My mom, on the other hand, almost started crying and said I can't do it.
It pisses me off. She won't even let me decide what I want to do for myself. It's my freaking decision what I want to do with my life, but she won't even let me CONSIDER it.
Yeah, I probably won't go into the military, but it just pisses me off that she won't let me make my own decision regarding MY LIFE.

"Cry Over Me" --Meat Loaf

It's so easy for you
to feel nothing for me
Did you ever feel anything?

I want you to cry over me
Die over me
Even for a moment
I want you to hurt over me
Feel what I feel
I want you to cry over
Die over me
Baby, just one time.

I want your heart broken
Some sign of emotion
Wanna see the tears tumble down
Show me I meant something
And that you feel nothing
But your world crashing to the ground