I'm guessing no one reads this any more

I <3> Fo' sho.
My roommates are freaking awesome.

And I dedicate this to Princess Anelram (you know who you are).

"And I was like...EMILIO!"

So yeah. A tripple rocks. We even have a 4th and a 5th roommates that spend time chillin' in 424B.

Er-Er and I seem to be somewhat boy deficient. No joke.
Okay. Let's be real here--I am boy deficient. She has options.

There are so many cute boys here that I can't fathom how to form words.
I keep meeting really nice, attractive guys...but the problem is that I won't see them again and when I do too much time has gone past and I can't be like, "Hey, remember that time at Whitney when there were no seats left so a girl sat by you...totally me!"

So I keep getting teased because of Dancing Boy.

Story time.
So our hall keeps having random dance parties. They rock. I was chillin' with Roommate #4 (she was teaching me football) when Roommate #5 comes in and is all like, "Dance party 3BC!" I'm in a stained T-shirt and Princess Anelram is not wearing a bra or underoos.

So we go down and bust it up. So all the girls are dressed all slutty and cute because apparently they knew about this whole thing while we are pimpin' in our ever-so-fashionable night wear. All the guys are dancing together 'cause well...they're weirdly cute. But there was one guy who was just kinda dancing in the middle of nowhere. He was totally cute. So I'm gettin' my grove on and whatnot...and he's just spazzmotically dancing to a beat only he can hear. It goes on for like an hour and finally I'm like, "Nice moves...I'm Mari." And he stops dancing and stares at me..."I'm Mike."
And this is the crucial part of the story....
HE DANCES AWAY FROM ME.
And now I get teased for it.
I do admit, it was hilarious.

Then there is this really cute guy I have a glass with. I will call him...Style. Idk why. He's not my type at all. He has his nose pierced...on both nostrils...but he totally pulls it off well. Okay. So he had these insanely wicked, old school type glasses on and I was like, "Hey, I like your glasses." And what does he do? He pulls out a tape recorder and starts whispering into it. So now I just want to give him compliments to see if he records them or something.

So I live in a cube, right. On the ONLY all-girl floor in the building. Suck ass.
But there's always guys up here.
Our Chancellor, Joe Gow (*girls fainting at the sound of his name*) was on our floor today for some strange reason. Princess Anelram comes bursting through the door screaming "OMG...Joe Gow is here!" I'm only wearing a towel and she leaves our door totally open.

The really weird thing is that I keep seeing people and associating them with other people. Then I keep reminding myself that it cannot possibly be the person I think it is. I thought I saw Pink Piggy the other day and I got very sad.
Weird thing.
So I was walking back to my room one day and I looked in one of he rooms and saw this guy standing with his back to the door. No big deal...Except for the thought going through my brain was, "Skosh (formerally Random Freshman) got taller." Then I was like, "Um...that cannot possibly be who I think it is. So I walk past the door again...There was a tall guy wearing a gray sweatshirt, weirdly fitting pants, and Skosh-like hair.
He looks like Skosh.

So I hate my job. I miss the dollar store.
I was assigned to the library. BUT NO. For some reason I work in the Language Resource Center. From what I understand no one was actually assigned to work at the LRC, but we were all contacted and no one wants to.

I was never actually trained to do the job. I walked in and Dr. Janecki was like, "I'm teaching a Spanish class. Have a nice day." So I work 8 hours a week trying to figure out what the hell is going on. The great part...working there means I'm responsible for being able to set up the technology carts and helping with computer malfunctions.
Okay. My computer skills do not go beyond blogging and Facebook. I kid you not.

It can be entertaining sometimes. No one actually uses the lab for anything. The only people who really come in are ESL students and Spanish 304 people because they have to watch movies.
So I just sit behind the glass watching the empty room and having professors ask me questions I can't answer.

Overall I am loving it. I am so close to Princess Anelram and Er-Er. We talk about things that I never thought I would tell someone after only knowing them a short time. And we're so open. No joke. Like it's crazy, weird.

I have so much stuff I should be doing right now. I think 16 credits is too many for my first semester. But that's okay. My hardest class is probably Biology...and I feel confident in that. I have my first exam Friday. My professor is awesome though. I never thought I would feel comfortable being in a lecture hall type class thing...but it's totally the best. That way the teacher doesn't ask stupid questions and expect answers. No. He just talks and explains.

Hmmm. Okay. I have to go now because Er-Er and I have to go escort Princess Anelram back from another dorm. 'Cause girls aren't allowed to walk through campus alone at night time.

Fun fun.

Brett Favre

Yes, I'm going there.

So this morning (at roughly 12:30am) I was flipping through TV stations. This is what I saw...

Breaking News: Brett Favre signed to Jets

I wonder what it is like for people living in other states to hear about #4. Do they get as pissed off as I do?
Maybe because I live in Wisconsin and have been hearing about Brett Favre's every move for roughly the past 2 decades.

I cannot turn on the radio without hearing his name, and it pisses me off.

Don't get me wrong. He's been a great quarter back and is a legend of his own time.
But seriously...RETIRE ALREADY.

I'm sorry, but if I had as much money as he does and my spouse had cancer...I would retire and spend the time I have with my family.

He's been doing this retiring ploy for the past like 3 years. Getting old.
Then when he finally did retire, he realized how much publicity he got from it, and claimed he was forced into it.

You media whore.

Then there are the quotes on ESPN...from what it sounds like he's saying the Packers are being mean to him.

I don't blame Brett Favre, though. I blame Packer fans.

I don't mean the "Go Pack" Packer fans. I mean the "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh The Packers are going to rip you a new ass at Lambeau Field, bitches!" Packer fans.
Craziest people ever.

I get to see more than my fair share of tourists where I work. I can tell which ones are from out of state by how they talk about the Packers. Sad but true.

A local woman came into the store the other day...this is what happened.
Under the counter we have some beaded chains for holding glasses. This woman was looking through them, and I was helping her. There was a very pretty one that I pulled out for her. She said, "Oh, I can't wear that. It's purple."
My response: "You don't like purple?"
Her: "Purple represents the Vikings. I won't wear purple."

Are you shitting me?

It's people like this who make me want to move to a state that does not have a professional football team.

"Packer fans" like this, who drag the game out to some crazy dimension, are the reason why I dislike professional football.

Now, I love soccer. I love it with a passion. I love to play it and watch it. However, I am not a creepy fan.
I watch for the game, not the players.
Infact, as big of a soccer fan I am, I only know the names of 6 players.

• David Beckham (because he's married to my favorite Spice Girl)
• Ronaldino [Brazil] (because he's the man)
• Ronaldo [Brazil] (because he's the fat, older version of Ronaldino)
• Kaka [Brazil] (because let's be honest...he's attractive)
• Beasley [USA] (because his name rhymes with Weasley)
• Dolohov [USA] (how do you not remember a name like that?)

Like I said before, I believe Brett Favre is an amazing player. I like the Packers...I AM from Wisconsin. But it is getting harder and harder to enjoy any aspect of it with all this controversy over Brett Favre's retirement.

He's bigger than the game.
That's a problem.
This season is going to be complete chaos on ESPN and every local news/radio station in the Dairy State.
And no, I'm not referring to those bitches in California who think they have better cheese.

Damn Koosas

And I won't say it again!

Got college info.

I got into Coate Hall...bitches and hos!!!
So what does that mean?
360 freshmen.

I'm on the fourth floor in a triple room.

That's right...I have not one but TWO roommates.
Marlena and Erin.

I talked to Marlena on the phone. I like her. We were laughing like we had known eachother for longer than a 20 minute phone convo. Seriously. We even delved into the topic of boys. I'm not exactly sure how this was possible.
Her high school was bigger than my town. Dang.

I've Facebooked Erin a couple times. She reminds me of Pink Piggy. She seems really nice.

I'm excited to have 2 roommates.
However, as my ever-so depressing ex-boyfriend points out...I've never had he experience of living with someone. I've never had to share anything because I'm an only child.

Yeah.

So I've been working a lot. I had 64 hours on my last paycheck for a part-time job. One of the night managers was mad because she had 11 hours.

I feel sad for my boss, Sue. I'm not trying to be conceited or anything, but I'm the best cashier there. I have at least a year's experience on almost all the others.
I walked into Sue's office the other day to tell her my last day would be August 24. She got all sad. What I didn't know was that earlier that day Jenny told Sue she was quitting in September.
Jenny does EVERYTHING at the store. She's the manager, she orders, she unloads, she cashiers, she does payroll, she stocks, she fixes the stupid credit card machine, she orders merchandise for Sue's OTHER store, she is the store.

So we had a meeting today for the store. It ended with Sue and Jenny pulling a cake out of the fridge that said

We'll Miss You

Mari

Bottom Dollar

It was so sweet. Never, in the two years that I've worked there has anyone ever gotten a good bye cake.

I wanted to cry.

Life so far

I got my final report card in the mail. Along with it was the "Upcoming Events Calendar for PHS" sheet.

Like I care. Seriously. I graduated...I don't care when picture day is, that this year's seniors are even more limited on senior picture selection, or that Mrs. Prohaska's retiring.
The only piece of information that was slightly interesting to me was Homecoming 'cause I might come home for that.
Seriously though! The school wasted 76 pieces of paper by sending them to the graduates. What a freaking joke.

Oh and I went to freshman orientation a couple weeks ago. During registration we were separated into colleges, so I got to meet a few people who are also majoring pre-med. One guy was a freaking dick. I said that it was my first time on campus, and he went into this big rant on how stupid it was for me to never be on campus and decide I wanted to go to school there.

Registration was really embarrassing. My advisor was gorgeous. I had a list of classes I was interested in taking this year, but I totally forgot about it. I usually don't get distracted by an attractive guy, but this guy was WOW. I really hope he's not assigned to be my permanant advisor...'cause that could be bad.

So the university is going to be undergoing some construction in the next few years. They're building a brand new stadium. The one that was there is now a giant pile of stuff.
So where are all this year's home games going to be?
WINONA STATE!!!

Who goes to Winona State? My bestest friend ever--Peanuts! I told her that and she like freaked out. I'm glad we're going to college close together. I mean, we won't be together constantly, but I can always hop on the bus and go see her.

I just got my wisdom teeth out last week. It went fairly well...except for my gums decide to randomly start bleeding. That part blows.

Last day

Today was my last day of school, but we were still being threatened with not graduating.

Pure bullshit.
We bought out own caps & gowns, but the school wouldn't let us get the colors we wanted...and then when they came in they were held hostage until library fines were taken care of.

So...I was told I could not graduate until I paid 30 cents for a library fine that was crap--those were the days I wasn't in school because I hurt my knee!

Oh.
And Peanuts and I were called to the office yesterday. I have no clue why Kay Sue is being a bitch to us all of a sudden. Every thing we do is wrong--even if we had permission!

So we walk in and she says, "If you plan on graduating Sunday, you need to turn in your uniforms."

Seriously...FORGET THE 13 YEARS OF BUSTING MY ASS--IF I DON'T TURN IN THIS GRASS-STAINED T-SHIRT I'M JUST NOT GRADUATING

Uggghh. I had the damn thing in my locker anyway, but apparently it would have been too much for her to just calmly ask me if I had it.
Especially since we're supposed to turn them in at the banquet anyway!

Then there was the pillar. So in the commons there are 3 pillars. Every year the graduating class paints one and puts all their handprints on. We were told that tradition was being ended this year. Wow.
Enough people complained that they had to reconsider. But they gave us permission on like Tuesday. Hmmm...it took last year's graduating class like a week and a half to do their pillar. Let's see...school ended today....
So we were told that when we got back from our class trip on Wednesday we could prime the pillar. We all get back and about 6 people are waiting around for paint to get there. So Roses, MFB, and I find some really cute colors (pale yellow, baby blue, and sea foam green). Yeah, we picked those colors because we were the only ones there who cared at the time.
But everyone still complained about them. Well, the school picked out class colors...so at least we had a choice in SOMETHING.
But yeah, we came back with paint--then Kay Sue comes in:
KS-- "You can't paint that today! No, we're having the awards ceremony."
Me--"So why does that matter?"
KS--"Someone will lean against it in their nice clothes and you'll have to pay for them."
Me--"Why can't we tape it off and put a sign out?"
KS--"Someone will break through the tape and lean against it."
Roses--"The can of primer says it dries in half an hour--the ceremony isn't for another 3 1/2 hours."
KS--"I said no, and Mrs. Harrison says no."

Then Mrs. Pippenger was all like, "WTF?" Seriously, we were given that specific time to paint.

So we had the awards ceremony. I got 3 scholarships.
AnnMarie for $1,500
Knights of Columbus for $200
James Celba for $500

Yay! I'm proudest of the James Celba one. The scholarship is in memory of James Celba who graduated in the '90s. His dad's speech for presenting the award was amazing. He slipped a copy of the speech into the envelope.

So after the ceremony Roses and I had to prime the damn pillar. We started before all the people were gone.

Yesterday morning we got to school early and put on the first coat.
I skipped calculus to do a second and third coat. Then finally a fourth coat as A lunch was starting.
The paint was really light yellow :P

Fourth block we reserved for hand prints. My fourth block teacher was clueless. She thought we were painting the flagpole. Seriously? So Roses and I were both in the same class, and we were trying to convince Mrs. Allington that we needed to take our class to do the handprints. Her response, "No, we need to wait until they call us down."
Then Roses went all psycho on Mrs. A and was saying, "No, we are THEY. Lemons and I are the ONLY 2 people trying to get this pole done and we need it done now!"

I'm going to miss that girl.

The amazing thing--we got 59 out of 77 people in our class to get their handprints on the pillar before the end of the day. Today we got another 14, and the final 4 (3 of whom were at state track and the fourth kinda expelled) at graduation.

Roses and I did a damn good job getting that stupid pillar done.
I seriously think that the office people were trying to make it hard for us so we would just give up.

Screw that! It's a freaking tradition!

Graduation practice today.
Wow.
It's common sense that we have to dress up. However, girls are not allowed to wear high heels or flip flops. Not even nice flip flops.
Oh, and we were told that flats look tacky.
So what are we supposed to wear?

It's kinda funny...the NHS people don't get diplomas at graduation. They have to turn in their stole to get one...

I'm so excited that I don't have to put up with this school any more. It's ridicuous. I have to show up and look nice Sunday and that's it.
I'm wearing high heels and I don't care, but they probably won't give me my diploma for that.

So after graduation practice a bunch of the people in my class went out and enjoyed a giant slip-n-slide. We set one up on the hill that goes down to the student parking lot. It was GREAT! I was covered in bubbles and baby oil.

We should have done it at the class trip...but there was enough going on there.
Horny, half-naked guys running around a state park. Peanuts, Bitchy, and I hid on the side of a cliff to get away from them...it was funny.
It was even funnier when we were up on a plateau and they were down on a ledge changing. We could not stop laughing...and then they noticed we were up there.

Wow, this is quite a lot for one post...sorry, but I'm bored and I've got nothing better to do besides research laptops.

I think I'm only going to miss a handful of people. I'm really going to miss our foreign exchange student. We have completely Americanized him. He actually wants to come back and go to college here. They had his YouTube video in the senior slide show. It was great.

If you're into YouTube, I highly recommend you look up "Gael toxic."

Gael screaming the lyrics to "Toxic" in his sweet French accent while shaving. Even if you don't know him, it's still entertaining.

Now I get to get ready for college.
Yay for attending UW-LAX!!!

I regester for classes in 2 weeks.
*woot woot*

Owie

My senior year.
I was a starting varsity captain.
Until I collided with a girl and had to be carried off the field.

The past two weeks has been weird...from crutches...to wheelchair....to crutches...to walking...to cramping and not being able to get to my crutches...back to walking with a brace.

So I was brought to the ER after the game was over...they took X-rays and said my knee wasn't broken and gave me crutches and a brace.

Coach was all like, "I think you hyper-extended it."
I'm so great my coach had to tell me what was wrong with my freaking knee.

So then I went to Marshfield Clinic...they said it was a sprain and I needed physical therapy.

Then I talked to Trainer John (Who Trains)...he did the whole "Does this hurt? How about here?" Yeah. Now HE thinks that if I hyper-extended/sprained it, that it would be healed by now. So now I might possibly have ligament damage.

Yay for people knowing stuff!

So tonight was our last home game...which means Senior Night. We had absolutely no recognition.
Last year the juniors bought all the seniors balloons and we celebrated.
We got nothing. Not even a mini-speech by coach during half-time.
Wow.

But on the funny side...Coach is the weirdest person ever.

So Coach Desotelle has 4 children:
Shalena
Sawyer
Sebastian
Sharesa.

I don't know the oldest girl, but the other three I do. So Sawyer and Sebastian are twins that look a lot alike but not exactly alike...(but both are gorgeous) So the girls on the soccer bus were discussing which twin was hotter.

Personally, I feel Sebastian is hotter.

Coach decided to get in on the conversation...he thinks Sawyer is hotter.

WHAT!?!? He's not allowed to have an opinion on which one of his children is hotter!

Just weird. Oh well...I need to do some homework...

Sluts and Farmers

Prom was Saturday
and I hate Skosh.
True story.

I hate school so much. Seriously.
My classes are
1st block--dual and individual
2nd block--AP calculus AB
3a--band
3b--German III
4th block--senior leadership

Gahhhhh!
I'm the only senior in my gym class and the rest of the people are stoners...well...most of them. I'm pretty sure the one stoner boy gave me the nod the other day.
I came out of the locker room and he was all like, "I smell vanilla." All I said was, "Oh, that's my perfume."
Then he gave me the nod, and I walked away...then he said something I didn't understand.

Barf.

Calculus is a joke. I'm not taking the AP test, but Mr. Duerr gives us a practice test every day. It's pointless for me to do them. Especially when I only get 10 right on each one.
Pff.

Senior Leadership is the biggest waste of my time. Seriously. I kid you not. She talks at us for an hour and 20 minutes and then goes, "Oh I get so tired of talking."
Duh. We get tired of listening to you.
Then she yells at us for laughing. No joke.
She tells us these stupid, random stories...like how her roommate in Boston used to soak her hemroids in her roasting pan.

Seriously...why do I need this class to graduate?

I get to go to Body World on Wednesday!
I'm kinda mad because there are some people who are going just to go.
I am going because I think it is interesting, and I want to be a doctor.

Yeah.
So I hate it whenever somebody asks me what I plan to do with my life.
I say, "I want to be a doctor."
Then they are like, "Oh, that's a lot of work." And then start talking about how I will fail at life.

So I took my college placement tests Saturday before prom. I met this guy who was coordinating the tests for Marshfield. He asked me. I told him.
He was happy for me and started telling me about different classes I can take.

This man didn't know me, but he had more faith in me than people who actually know me.
There's something wrong with this picture.
My own pastor at church doesn't have faith in me getting through medical school.
These people are making me question what I expect from myself.

Screw them.
I have a back-up plan.
If I cannot handle it, I'll transfer to a tech school and become either a surgical technician or an anestheseologist's assistant.

I missed my blog :(

Wow.
I looked at the date of my last post and couldn't believe it.

To be honest I've been in a bubble for the past few months. Pretty much no emotions or anything. I've never gone this long without having conflicts in my life.

Well, times have changed and everything is back to normal.

A lot has been going on lately. Well....kind of.

So as I've said, I've been away from conflict...which mostly means boys. I have had no interest. None.

Then I went to German camp. I was overcome by boys. I have NEVER experienced that before. At camp we had a family (a group of people we ate with) and a house (who we shared a room with).
So there was a boy in my family named Anton. Weird boy. Very tall.
I was like, "So...Anton, are you a junior or a senior?"
And he was all like, "Um...I'm a freshman."
WHAT?! He looked like he was like 25.
Apparently he thought I was a sophomore.

Then there was my family counselor. HOT.
He was like Man-pretty's twin brother...only with a little more meat on his bones. He was 20 and was probably the only German counselor who got tired of speaking German all the time. Great times. He would be like, "Ja....wir haben einen....um....yeah...so I'll just make some shit up. So I was a frog prince who had like 30 wives and 20 kids and I totally got it on with all the frog princess whores."
Seriously...he actually said that.
He had the #4 hottest ass I've ever seen.
(The real Man-pretty has #3...although it could be argued he has #2)

However, #1 has to go to Reiner. He was also a counselor. I can't even say anything else. Wow. I was sitting on a bench next to Anton and my friend Anna....Reiner stood up on the bench next to me to do the whole "Hallo Waldsee!" thing. His ass was glorious. Anna and I were speechless while Anton got mad.


I got humped by a 12 year old boy. I was busting a move, and he decided to bust a nut.

So it was a 6 hour bus ride home. Random Freshman read Cosmo and learned where the G-spot is. Then I let him practice taking my bra off. Okay...it sounds worse than it is. There was like actual physical contact and it was a group activity. I took it off and and girls on the bus instructed him on how to work the clasp.

Okay. Officially I am changing Random Freshman's nickname. I don't call him that outside of my blog...only in writing.
So Random Freshman is officially Skosh.

So all the German stuff was last weekend. This weekend was State forensics.
Boring ride to Madison.

When we got to the city I checked my phone and found I had about 4 calls from a # I had never seen before. Hmmm...who could it be? Eventually, they left me a message. It went like this:
"Hey...midget, why don't you answer your damn phone?"

HOW THE HELL DID HWSFRN GET MY CELLPHONE NUMBER?!?!?!

Hmm.

This weekend was...amusing.

Quick summary....
I kicked Skosh's ass at Madden 98. I schooled him 2/3 times at Mario Kart.
He explained boxing while we watched a match from 1998.

I got my ass handed to me by a sophomore barely bigger than the trombone he plays. Then he proceeded to chase me around a gas station with a can of SPAM.

Hobo Joe almost got hit by about 90 cars and ate all my half-eaten food. Barf.
Seriously.

While we were in Madison I became very sad. That's where I wanted to go to school, but I'm not.
Every year when I was at the UW campus I would imagine going to school there. But this year I just looked around and realized that next year I won't be there. I'll be at UW-LaX

University of Wisconsin La Crosse:
"Where the men are men and the women are too."

I swear if one more person tells me that I will slap them across the face.

So that would be a summary of my past 2 weeks.
The ones to come should be jam-packed full of soccer games and homework. I'll try to post when I can.

The last dance team fun

Dance team is over.
We went to Wisconsin Dells Friday and Saturday for competition.

We stayd in the Kalahari which is like the largest hotel I've ever been in. It has the largest indoor-water park or something. There was like a mall inside, too. Plus the dance competition was in the hotel as well. And since it was a national qualifier, it was no small event.

Our suite was amazing! In the middle was this huge room with a king-size bed that the coaches slept in. Then you opened these huge bamboo doors to a kitchen attached to a living room with a balcony (covered in snow). A connecting door on the left side was my room with a few other girls. Then the same thing on the right side.

The water park had to be the most amusing thing ever.
I'm going to start out by saying I have never worn a bikini before this weekend.
My bikini wasn't a giant one with straps and plastic connector things.

No, I had on a WHITE STRING BIKINI. But it was fun. I was like, "Hells yeah I'm in a bikini!"
It was great...except for one water-ride...

So the girls I were hanging around with were like, "Let's do the toilet bowl thing!" This ride had signs all over it saying that you should not do it if you were not a strong swimmer and that you had to go down a certain way to make sure you didn't kill yourself and stuff of the sort.

So Punch goes down the slide first followed by Do-it(!). Then there was me. Umbrella and The Running Queen were behind me going "We're so scared! What if we hit our heads and drown!"
That makes me feel so great.

So I'm goin' down the slide part and it I could just feel the force pulling me down. Finally, I popped into the toilet part and I could not stop laughing as I fall down the hole.

That was where the strong swimmer thing came in. You basically just drop into the pool and you have to like fight the stream of water to get up.

Keep in mind, I was just dropped like 12 feet while wearing a string bikini.
My top didn't even have a chance of staying on my boobs.
So I'm in the water fighting to get the stupid thing back on so that when I do come up, I'm not totally exposing my tatters to the world.

Punch and Do-it(!) are waiting next to the stairs, so I stand next to them. There was a very brief pause before both of them started laughing and said, "So, did your swimsuit come off?" I'm just like, "Uh, yeah, my top came off."
Punch's response: "Haha. My bottoms came down."
So we stood there waiting for the other two girls to fall out of the hole. It was hilarious...Umbrella like kinda tumbled-cannonballed out and The Running Queen just came rolling out.

Girls weekends are the best.

The competition itself was so great. There was a team that did a upward-facing 360 donkey kick. I can only do a downward 180.
I still can't even imagine how they did it!

One of the other teams started out their routine with a collective backflip. Wow.

There was one team...I felt so badly for them! It was a pretty small team. They had their flyer in the air, then they prepped her for a toss...instead of going up she went to the side. The sad thing was that they threw her at so much of an angle that her spotters couldn't catch her.
Props to that girl for picking herself up and finishing the routine...probably with at least a bruised tailbone. Then as the team they kept going there would always be half the team at least 3 counts off.
Then they dropped another girl. Wow.

There was only one college team entered in this particular competition.
It was UW La Crosse.
Oh my goodness! They were so good! I'm just in awe watching them, but it was sad at the same time because I know that next year I won't be able to dance. There's no freaking way. I don't have the base training required to do it.
Their mascot was there too...I thought he was going to get shot. He was running around purposely blocking video cameras and stealing fight signs.
GO EAGLES!!!

But yeah. I was walking down the hallway shortly after they performed and I say them standing in the hallway. Upclose, some of those guys were really quite cute. It's cool that next year I'll be going to college with some of them!

188 days!

You are the worst friends ever

So this year I thought I had a lot more friends.
A lot more close friends.

I was nominated to be a Winter Fest candidate...because I'm the only senior on the dance team.
A whole bunch of stuff went down and I even found a guy to run with me, Betty.

So today we had the voting. I voted for myself and Betty voted for me...and of course Peanuts voted for me too.

That was it.

I walked up to one of my best friends. She and I have been very close since 5th grade. "Did you vote for me?"
"No, I voted for *******."
Now, the girl that she voted for just so happens to be someone the teachers suggested shouldn't run because she's never at school (and she's been known to party a little too much).

Thank you for not voting for me.

Next friend. She didn't vote for me either.

The pattern continued.

Skizzle ran up to Peanuts and said, "I voted for you!" Peanuts said, "I was disqualified." Sizzle: "Oh, I heard Roses say that." THEN WHY THE HELL DID YOU VOTE FOR SOMEONE YOU KNEW WAS DISQUALIFIED!!!
As I stand right next the two. Do you know how much it hurts to be in the center of a group of people and hear them all say who they voted for and you're name nowhere to be heard.

Now, I know I wasn't going to win, but I thought I would get more than 3 votes.

So I'm sitting in AP English, "Did anybody in this room vote for me?" No response.

Then I get really mad and say that I thought at least a couple of my friends would have voted for me.
This is what pisses me off.....then a girl behind me, whom I thought to be a good friend of mine says, "Well, I didn't know you wanted it."

Well I'm sorry I didn't buy your vote with a piece of candy.
I'm sorry I didn't stick a piece of paper with my name on it to your shirt.
I guess all the posters I put up didn't get my point across that I actually wanted to get votes.

I didn't think I had to ask my friends to vote for me. I'm such a stupid person for thinking that if they saw my name on the ballot they would go, "Oh, she's my friend!"

The best part was all the people I thought were my friends telling me to stop complaining because I didn't win.

I'M NOT BITCHING BECAUSE I DIDN'T WIN. I'M BITCHING BECAUSE MY "FRIENDS" AREN'T REALLY WHO I THOUGHT THEY WERE.

Thanks guys. I thought I would have gotten more than 3 votes.
196 days until I leave this town, and I'll be glad to get the hell away from you.

I know I'm crying over something pathetic, but it's not pathetic to me. This shows me how much my friends really value me.

When Mrs. Reilly said there would be no king and queen candidates I was the first person to beg her to change her mind BECAUSE IT MEANT SOMETHING TO ME.

Jumping up and down screaming "I get to run for Winter Fest!" should have been an indicator that it meant something to me.

I really know how important I am to you guys now.
Thanks for making me feel like shit. You guys did such a good job of it.

Oh, and a nonsarcastic thank you to Tasha and Will...who DID voted for me.