What if all we have are just beans?

So I grabbed some squat by Beavs during band & HWSFRN sat down and started ranting. If you haven't had the pleasure of listening to one of his rants, you are missing out on pure comedy. Honestly, he went from bitching about feminists to proclaiming Family Guy in less then a single sentence. I kid you not, folks. Good times.

Time to change the subject.

I'm so confused...sadly I'm not even sure what about. I was in a sad, bitchy, feeling bad for myself mood today (hmmm...I've been having A TON of those lately). I came home and was watching Friends; well, it was the episode where Rachel felt exactly the same way I do.

"What if all we have are just beans?"

That's the thought I will be pondering for the remainder of the week...

Oh, and a note to Beaver....

"It was great when it all began. I was a regular Frankie fan. It was over when he had the plan to start working on a muscle man. Now the only thing that gives me hope is my love of a certain dope. Rose tints my world; keeps me safe from my trouble and pain."

Tourist Season

Memorial Day marks the beginning of tourism and I hate it. Seriously, I was trying to turn down the street I live on and this chick pulled halfway into the Hwy to turn. However, she didn't have her turn signal on. The person next to her had a map--TOURIST!

Honestly, who comes here on their TIME OFF?!?! Most people I know have been waiting their entire lives to ge the hell out, but evey year these idiots flock to see "the natural beauty." Hmmmm...yeah, you can see a wonderful lake next to a smokestack. Lovely view.

Even my biology teacher, who grew up here and moved away just to come back for his wife, hates it here. Seriously, many times he has told us to leave after graduation and never return.

Oh, and speaking of graduation....
I just came home from it. Okay, so maybe I came home, ate some ice cream, and watched some TV first......
Uggghh. Same old stuff. Ronald and I shared our little joke of her saying "That's my cousin" and me saying "Who isn't your cousin?"...then of course it finished off with us both glancing over at RF and giggling.
Ronald and I just kinda shared a look while Dr. Trochinski (sp?) started talking about a whole bunch of stuff. That man is insane.
After the ceremony I went out into the Commons and talked to Metzo Piano for a bit. I walked around trying to find Pink Piggy, and when I turned around there was Man-pretty.

*Insert massive amounts of tears here*

Oh my gosh. I kinda got some tears on his robe...sorry about that!
He and MP (I just realized both their nicknames' initials are MP :P) are the seniors I will miss the most.
I'm going to miss them both so much. To be honest with you, I'll probably miss Man-pretty more. He's one of the best friends I've ever had. I mean, I can actually talk to him without feeling inferior or just plain stupid. He tells me when I'm being stupid, but he's my favorite.

I can't even imagine what next year's going to be like without him.

Officially switching topics.

We had a game Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday. Wednesday I was swamped with homework and had a doctor's appointment my doctor stood me up for. Friday...hmmm...I got home, took a nap, woke up, and went to bed.

The Tuesday game was horrid (as was the Thursday game, but we won't go there). We were playing Washburn: a team that has lost ONE game all season--We've won ONE game all season. It was meant to be brutal. Five minutes into the game I took a hit to the ankle and was out for the rest of the game. Watching from the bench is hard. Coach wouldn't even let me TRY going back in. I guess he wanted me rested up for regionals.
It still hurts like a freaking mother. The sad thing is it was my left ankle: my good ankle. So now I have tendonitis in both ankles and some messed up thing with my left. Good times.

We march tomorrow! The little march group is cool for this march. I love the whole marching in the front with the low brass/woodwinds. I can't remember exactly who's all near the general vicinity as I am, but I know Ronald, J-J, Random Freshman, Where's the Garbage, Ju Freaking Wolf, Grandpa Stick, and HWSFRN.

Uggghh, Grandpa Stick...I accidentally told him I wanted his body, but I was joking....he won't stop. He decided he was going to change in the band room while I was playing all up on the piano, so he now claims that I was playing his "stripping music."
He's an amusing guy.

I dyed my hair purple. Not perminantly of course, my dad won't let me. Sadly the worst comment didn't come from HWSFRN. HWSFRN said my head looked like barf, but the next day he kinda gave my a compliment. I say "kinda" because he stood there for two minutes saying how I "didn't look as bad as usual" and how "it kinda fits"...then he just said I looked nice....then burned me.
Ugggh, no the meanest comment actually came from none other than Mr. Peterson.
Ju Freaking Wolf and I were eating lunch and he walked up to the table and stared at me for a while. You have to understand Ju Freaking Wolf knows how I feel about Mr. Peterson, so the entire time he was staring I just turned bright red while she laughed.
Then of course he made a mean comment, laughed, and walked away.

I never thought I'd see the day when Mr. Peterson was more of an ass than HWSFRN.

Deceiving angry makeup

I never told Beaver "I was waiting" or whatever. Beaver is weird like that, which is why I heart him.
:P

Yeah, I'm in a really good mood right now. On the bus I had a thought:
You know, I never asked RF out or anything...that rejection was kinda in the middle of nowhere...well, placement wise. .
Haha, I'm just that talented to get denied.
Chalk that up on the stupid things I've managed to get myself into!

After the game we went to Burger King, and I asked the chick behind the counter for a crown --I HAVE YET TO TAKE OFF!

Then of course I had to make a trip to the playplace where I found I was 11 inches too tall for it. However, a girl on the team was all like, "You really want to go down that slide, don't you?" So she joined me and it was great. Pfff...we weren't too big for it--it needed to be invaded by high schoolers.

Uggghh, last night was the finale concert and I wanted to cry! The seniors I sit by were all teary-eyed and I was all like "DON'T LEAVE ME!" Then of course J-J reminded me of how last night was the last time (hopefully) I will play second chair music. *sigh*
J-J, however, is positive he will continue to play third chair music until he graduates. I heart that boy.

Okay, so I'm pretty sure you all know how much I heart Franz Ferdinand. Well, clearly I would not lend any of my FF CDs to someone unless they deserved/earned my trust.
This brings me to the question of why is HWSFRN layin' on the hate when he has my You Could Have it so Much Better CD?
Seriously, I walked into the band room and he didn't even look at me when he said I was too short to be wearing a Nirvana T-shirt.
Ouch.

I can't believe the seniors graduate in almost a week. I'm going to cry at graduation. Last year I didn't have any friends that were graduating, but this year I do!
What am I going to do without them? School is going to feel so awkward.

I can't believe I'm going to be a junior.

Oh, we voted for class officers today. On the ballot President Poseur's name was the only one down for President (despite the fact he'll bitch to anyone willing to listen about how he hates being prez), my name was the only one down for VP, Pink Piggy's name was the only one down for Secretary, and there were two people running for treasurer.

If I didn't win VP by default I'm going to be mad. Seriously, my name was the only one on the thinger for VP! However, I will not know until tomorrow 'cause I missed the announcements due to leaving early for soccer.

Lemons squeezed.

Will I ever be good enough?

At 1:20 PM, Anonymous said…
I agree with zfles. You should go after someone else. RF has probably thought for a long time about a relationship, but he might not see it happening, seeing as he's a stupid idiotic pukehead. You really can do much better than that wiener.

It's rather amusing to hearing Random Freshman refer to himself as a "stupid idiotic pukehead."

I actually thought he might have liked me. Yeah, I wasn't stupid enough to think he liked me as much as I like him, but I thought maybe there was a small glimmer.
Clearly, I was wrong.

It probably wouldn't hurt so badly if he wouldn't have been so nice about it. He was all like, "I've thought a lot....blah blah blah...I'm sorry. Can we still be friends?"
Damn his sincerity.

I hate crying.

I hate it when people are all like "Don't like him"

WELL EXCUSE ME FOR LIKING SOMEONE! I see people all the time spending time on total jackasses, but when I actually like someone decent, I get torn into--EVEN BY THE GUY HIMSELF!

That's probably what hurts most: The fact HE doesn't want me to like him. Oh well, I've had guys tell me that in the past.
I just want to know what's wrong with me? Why does it bother guys when I start to have feelings for them? Am I not good or enough? Oh of course...I've already been given this bit of information by a guy who shall remain anonymous "I'm friend type--not girlfriend type."

I wasn't even thinking about dating RF. Yeah, I like him, but I already knew he wasn't looking for a relationship. All I wanted was to have a crush.

I'm probably going to regret posting all this information, but right now I don't care because I want to get it out.

I love how my friends knew exactly what not to say and said it. Thanks guys.

I need icecream...............

Guy advice

CotD:
Okay, it's not really a joke, but Peanuts posted it on her MySpace bulletin thinger.
"Would Lemons have your back in a fight?:
duh and she'd bring in Chuck Norris"

So people have been giving me A LOT of guy advice lately. Some of it has been amusing and other bits have been anything but helpful.

Some of it includes stuff like...

• Give up on guys completely (not an option)
• Give up on Random Freshman (I don't want to)
• Ask Random Freshman out (Far too nervous)
• Ask HWSFRN out (NO)
• Become a lesbian (Not happening)
• Become a nun (I'd rather not)
• Find a new guy to like (I can't just stop liking someone and switch over)
• Give Solo a lapdance (I'm still trying to figure out how that helps ME)
• Talk to Random Freshman about how I feel about him (Scary beyond all reason)

As you can tell, none of these options are exactly appealing to me at this time.

The only option I really see as plausible is talking to RF. I thought I might make a really long post explaining things in it, but then I was all like , "Hey, that's really impersonal and other people would read it." (plus I don't even know how often he reads this beast)

I never know when to start "the conversation" No, I do not mean an important one, but one where I can actually tell him what's up and why I'm an idiot around him.

Sometimes I wish I could just curl up into a tiny ball and make it all go away until I have a plan. However, every "plan" I make later turns to mush and then I wing it until I pooch it.

So far that hasn't worked for me, but I'm hoping some day it will...some day soon.

*sigh*

Band Trip!

CotD:
"Chuck Norris does not wear a condom. Because there is no such thing as protection from Chuck Norris."

I got home from the trip a couple hours ago. It was the best time of my life.

I can't even start to list all the enjoyable memories that were made.

We went to a random mall where I found out it isn't the best thing to go shopping with a whole bunch of dudes. Where's the Garbage earned his nickname in Arby's. Yeah...not exactly the greatest name...his alternative was Hot Tub. lol

The zoo was wet and rainy. The best part was watching the gorillas kick the shit out of each other. Those were some angry primates.
I got a picture of a monkey giving me the finger!

The science museum was kind of a disappointment. I really wanted to go to Body World, but one of our adult people told us we couldn't go because it started at seven. However, it started at 5:45...she lied. I was pissed.
Okay, so maybe I had a lot of fun, but Body World would have rocked. The IMAX movie was lame. It was supposed to be about oceans, but it was about the human body. K was pissed.

We went back to the hotel and Peanuts and I partied in the pool.

Yesterday morning we woke up at the crack of Ronald McDonald's Amish mother and went to the school thinger. I wasn't nervous until we were in the warm-up room and Crutches decided to freak me out. She told me to drop out...instead of playing a really high note I can only hit occasionally, she told me to stop the measure ahead. During the performance I did what she said--she pooched it. I felt really badly...the only time she played it by herself and she messed it up.

Valleyfair! I told Ju Freaking Wolf (lovely name, isn't it?) I had never been on a rollercoaster, so she had to take me on one. She and HWSFRN decided which one to take me on, so we got all up in the line. Pink Piggy joined us, it being her first time as well, and we boarded the Steel Venom. It was Pink Piggy and I infront of HWSFRN and Ju Freaking Wolf, and during the ride all I could hear was HWSFRN screaming "This is freaking awesome....Hi Can't Dance!!!"
Ju Freaking Wolf and HWSFRN decided to ride again, but while they were on it the ride broke down. What do they do? Well HWSFRN decided he would start dancing and Ju Freaking Wolf tried to hold him down.
I laughed my ass off.

After that fiasco, we all headed over to the Wild Thing. Ju Freaking Wolf and I were in the very back and HWSFRN was in front of us. I didn't realize just how tall that beast was. The three of us had an entire conversation before we reached the top of the first hill thinger. We went over and it was freaking insane. I was freaking out and needed closure, so during the ride I actually started telling HWSFRN how much I liked his hair from behind; at one point I actually reached out and started petting him. As soon as we got off the ride he was all like "What the hell?"
Good times.

Somehow I switched hands and ended up following around Pink Piggy and the gang. That didn't last. Man-pretty found me and we went on the bumper cars. That rocked. He's awesome.

Once again I found new people to hang out with. This time I was with a whole bunch of freshman. Good times. We went on Wild Thing...I sat with Random Freshman. It was his first time. I will not divulge much info for his sake. It was great though. He's awesome.

For some reason we all went into a little place that sold food *that was not selling food* and I watched them play poker. Once again, good times.

At the ampitheater thinger the awards were given out to the bands and choirs. Our band managed a first, choir first, and overall band first. *woot woot*

We went back to the hotel where we went swimming. I never had so much fun playing Marco Polo. Chicken was pretty great...Bowling Pin was under me and we won 2:2. He wanted to be on top, so we switched things up a bit: Random Freshman carried me and we totally dominated. *woot woot* for winning chicken!

Oh, before we went swimming I found Beaver's room was open and no one was inside....I stole a pair of Where's the Garbage's pants, Beaver's shirt and shoes, and walked around the hotel wearing them. Haha, good times.

We partied in Bowling Pin's room. I hearted the party until it was broken up.
Beaver decided he needed me to walk with him to the gas station because he had to tell me something. In the parking lot he confessed he just wanted to get me away from Random Freshman. Yeah, I chased him around the parking lot trying to hit him. When we got back K called us all down into the lobby where he announced there had been a theft. That changed the mood for the night. Pfff.

This morning Where's the Garbage, Bowling Pin, Pink Piggy, and I all went swimming. Bowling Pin left and there was a very amusing scene in the hot tub with Where's the Garbage. Haha.

Shopping at the MOA was chaos. It went from a large group, to half the size, to Where's the Garbage, Pink Piggy, and myself walking around. Where's the Garbage didn't even care which stores we dragged him into. However, he did kinda request we make a stop at Victoria's Secret...his jokes are amusing.

I bought a Chuck Norris T-shirt, a Franz Ferdinand T-shirt, a Nirvana T-shirt, a Nirvana CD, and Rocky Horror Picture Show. I heart that movie.

The ride home started out stupid. This jackass junior guy decided we would watch Friday Night Lights for the third time while on the bus. We didn't finish the last five minutes the first two times, so we had to start it from the beginning.

Locker Buddy and Jelly Bean broke out the makeup and adorned like six girls, myself included. The whole freaky makeup was great.

Uggghh, it'll probably be a while before I get my two cameras' worth of pictures developed. *sigh*

"Billy's leaving today [yesterday]...don't know where he's going"

CotD:
"Chuck Norris doesn't consider it sex if the woman survives."

Yesterday J-J and I were discussing the fact that next year Crutches is graduating and he gets her French horn and I get a new one. Well, the topic came up because we saw a case sitting infront of Mr. Knihtila's office. We both figured it was the old one that's getting sent in for repairs.
IT WASN'T!!!
My new French horn is nickel-lated--SILVER! I lied, it's not brand new, it's actually rebuilt. It's so pretty.
Beaver ripped it out of my hands and started playing it! Uggghh, he's lucky he's Beaver.

I was really sad to give up Billy (hence the song lyric title).
I can't even remember when/why I named my old French horn Billy, but I did. Uggghh, that's the same horn I've played since 6th grade when I first learned how. Mr. K actually said he was surprised I gave it up so reluctantly.

*sigh*

We had a home game Monday and Tuesday, and for the Tuesday one Man-pretty wore my jersey to school. For some reason I have a jersey that is a size large, so I can LITERALLY wear it as a dress and still pass dress code. However, when Man-pretty put it on it fit him fine.
Good times.

Yesterday at practice Coach Desotelle was purposely kicking the ball uber far just to see me run--he even fessed up to it.
Then of course we had to do this drill in which every time we messed up we had to run a line. I asked to remain on the side that was on the disadvantage because I needed the work.
I now hold the record for most lines run in a single practice--10. Nine from the drill and one from a team thing. However, when he was all like, "Do it or the entire team run," I beefed it out and no one had to run.
Side Kick and I did the math...I ran over a mile.

We were supposed to have a game today, but it was canceled. Actually, all the sporting events were canceled due to weather conditions. IT'S FREAKING SNOWING OUTSIDE!!!
HWSFRN was complaining to me about how he had a track meet in a county where there was a Winter Storm Warning. lol
Come on, it's May!

Our band trip is tomorrow! I am uber excited.
I bought lots of food for my roommates...and then My Favorite Blonde was all like, "We need more...I'll buy more."
Maybe we'll end up having more than just our room people eating the food.......*dun dun duuuuuunnn*

Peanuts and I have this little joke or w/e where I offer to give her a "lap dance," but I really just dance around like a fool humming music. In no way does it resemble anything seductive.
Well, there was a senior guy, we shall call him Solo (I'm so mean), who took it literally when Peanuts asked me for one. Then like every two seconds he was being really weird and asking me to dance....disturbing.

Appeasing the fans

CotD:
"Chuck Norris can jump-start a car using jumper cables attached to his nipples."

So I hear the fans want more on Man-pretty...

Well, I was at work today and I had the Mission Impossible theme song stuck in my head. At first I was all like, "Why....?" Then of course I remembered yesterday's MI:3 events.
I can't remember how it started exactly, but it ended in Man-pretty gliding down the stairs, stealth mode, with HWSFRN following him and singing the Mission Impossible theme song.

It was hilarious. Any other time it would have been funny, but the fact Man-pretty was searing a tux made it so much more enjoyable. Haha.
I loved how the people coming up the stairs just moved around him to avoid his stealthiness.

I got my prom pictures back...finally.
There is a lot of really good ones. However, the ones with me in them have me in them....so they suck.

While at work, I had eight hours to think about crap.
What I realized:
I am a horrendous flirt. Seriously, I'm just bad at the whole thing. I should be shot.
My version of flirting is being all "giddy," pretending to get mad, and then get over it.
It's not really workin' out all too well...I should just stop for the sake of all humanity.

Anyone want to give Lemons some flirting lessons?

Brass and percussion managed a first!

CotD:
"Most tough men eat nails for breakfast. chuck Norris does all of his grocery shopping at Home Depot."

Today was amazing.
I woke up at like two something and stayed awake until my alarm went off at 3:15.
Pink Piggy, Ronald (once known as Skizzle), and I were the three last people on the bus, so we had to squeeze in for seats.
I shared a seat with Grandpa Stick and Randomfreshman, which was, to say the least, amusing. For some reason we started playing the alphabet game, but Portage County does not believe in billboards. HWSFRN was sitting in the seat behind us, so when he fell asleep RF poked him in the Adam's apple. It was great.

Brass and percussion was right away in the morning, so that was pretty cool. I actually played it very well...except for one measure in the Adagio of the third movement. I had an octive jump from low D to high D....I pooched it and hit a Bb.
I guess Beavs didn't have the timpani tooned "properly" or w/e, but we still got a ONE!!!

I pretty much spent the entire day with Random Freshman which was cool. The funny thing was he kept bring up REALLY old blog posts...things I can barely remember posting, to be honest with you.

Woodwind choir pretty much rocked it up, but their judge only gave them a two. Sadly, they probably did better than the brass and percussion.

Somehow Ronald, Pink Piggy, Random Freshman, No Punch, Man-pretty, and I all ended in K-mart. We kinda split up into the buddy system and I went off with Man-pretty. That was highly amusing. Man-pretty was wearing a tuxedo and I was wearing a pretty "formal" dress or w/e. It was great.
He kinda abandoned me to change and I had to find others in our little groupy.

Man-pretty went back to campus while the rest of us went off in search of food. We ended up eating pizza. I was shafted by sitting in the middle, but it was all good. Pink Piggy was on the far end, Ronald was on my left, then me, RF to my right, and then No Punch on the other end. Well, at some times the two guys would talk and the other girls would talk. Of course I did have a 'Skocil on either side of me, and it was amusing. If you actually listen to Ronald and RF talk you can tell they are related.
It was pretty cool......until something was said and I kinda got a little sad, but yeah.........

Someone declared the five of us "a posse," which is awkward because of the former posse 3/5 of us used to be in.
However, we are under deliberation and the status may change come Monday.
I have come to the conclusion No Punch is freaking awesome. I used to think he was a poop 'cause he would never pass the punch down, but he is actually a really nice, cool dude.

During the ride home No Punch was shafted and had to sit with Grandpa Stick, so it was basically RF and I and then Pink Piggy and Ronald behind us.
Somehow we came up with a handshake thinger. It's great. HWSFRN fell asleep again, but this time he was sitting quite a few seats back. Somehow the four of us manged to persuade this freshman chick to poke him in the throat again.
The best part was when I busted out my bright-red lipstick. Ronald apparently can't put lipstick on and ended up looking like Ronald McDonald (hence her new name she actually requested).
Beaver took the lipstick and put a dot on Grandpa Stick's Adam's apple...haha...loved it.

Once back in town, a few people just kinda hung around to wait for K-Dawg to arrive with the trailer. We had some major fun with that.

Uggghh, alas, I believe I am getting sick.
I just hope I get better before next Friday when we leave for Minneapolis.
I still can't believe Ronald isn't going.
No Punch and RF are on bus #3 and Pink Piggy and I are in #2. Pooey.

I heart Dorks...especially those of the band variety

CotD:
"When Chuck Norris wants an egg he cracks open a chicken."

During band I had yet another glimpse of what it's going to be like next year. We finally got our marching music (who loves marching??? This girl!), so all the seniors didn't have to play. The band was empty. Seriously. J-J was all like, "Haha, you're first chair...now write in my flats!" Sadly, writing in his flats has been something I've done since 8th grade.........
Anyway, he was being an idiot and asking how a part of the song went. The part was BUPPING!!! I know he was doing it just to irk me, and that is why I love him....like a child.

Uggghh, State S&E is tomorrow *woot woot*! I think something along the lines of 47 people are going. Somewhere around a lot are leaving before the end of the day, so the bus is going to be empty.
I have to wake up at like, the crack of Skizzle's Amish mother. In other words...3:30 in the freaking morning. Yay for having to be at UWSP by 8:10!
Most of my friends are going to be there, so it should be a riot.

In one week we'll be on the band trip!!! I overheard a choir chick (who I believe meets the requirements to go) mocking everyone who's going by referring to it as "dork fest." First off...wow...second off, I'm glad.

Yeah, I wore my "I heart Dorks" T-shirt today. I've never had to deal with so much grief while wearing it!
Twice in one class period someone said something about how I "love" Kelso.
This is bad because it just makes him think I actually like him when I really just like to make fun of him. Honestly, I don't know how that boy can be that dim and still be alive. If you have no idea what I'm talking about, you clearly have not heard is "air turtles vs. sea turtles" argument.

Then of course while I was waiting all up in the lunch line Kookie had to say something along the lines of "Too bad they don't heart you back."
What made it better? Random Freshman turned around and said, "I'm not a dork."
Thank you for that one.

Oh....and

At 1:41 PM, Anonymous said…
RF is a hottie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Lovely comment, btw.

Exotic Kazoo (...oddly enough I found that one in a SCHOOL TEXTBOOK)

CotD:
"Chuck Norris does not believe in Germany"
Sorry to our German foreign exchange students.........

I'm so tired.
I barely slept at all last night.
During Info. Proc. II I pretty much fell asleep. Mrs. Laurila was talking about commas--I just couldn't handle it any more.
I just woke up from a two hour nap.

Practice was...amusing. I scored a goal...which is cool 'cause I'm defense :P
Last night we tied Ashland 2-2. We went into double over-time sudden death style, but no one scored....so it's pretty cool. I guess we've never (in the history of girls' soccer according to Coach Desotelle) beaten Ashland, but we managed to tie them.
I was so pumped because I had a double-assist. Seriously, I had a frigging sweet fake-out on this chick and then passed it along....I was excited.
Coach shook my had after the game and said it was the best he ever saw me play. That was cool.

Yeah, so Desotelle is going to be gone tomorrow, so we get T. Raz (formerly known as Trevor) for a coach.
I AM SCARED
From what I hear about his coachingness with the guys' soccer team......yeah.
I asked if he was going to coach practice Friday, but no one would tell me....losers.

So today He Who Shall Forever Remain Nameless, Random Freshman, and I were talking about my blog. HWSFRN found out Random Freshman has the addy...so at the end of the day HWSFRN threatened me that if I didn't give it to him, he would get it from RF.
So what did I do? I ripped a small piece of paper out of my notebook, wrote the address, and gave it to HWSFRN.
I could have given him a completely different one, but I did not. He promised he would not think any less of me after reading, but we'll see how that one plays out. Pfff. I really don't care any more.

So now both Random Freshman AND HWSFRN have the address to this blog. Hmm.....

Yeah, so during band some people were kinda just standing there talking and someone said something about a guy looking fem. Random Freshman turned around and walked away, but when I followed he was just all like, "Haha, I had to make a scene. Sorry."

I'm so excited for State this weekend. *woot woot*
However, it will not be as great as State forensics was.

Ugggh, so our band trip to Minneapolis is in like, a little over a week. Who's pumped? This girl.
Knihtila was reading us the rules to "abide by" while in the hotel. It's pure crap.
It's like...
No inviding strangers into your room (Did that at forensics...only it was the guys' room)
No being in a room of the opposite sex without the door open (broke that at forensics)
No going anywhere alone (Hahaha...I'm pretty sure that happened at forensics)
No talking to strangers (Yeah, w/e)
Must be in your own room by blah time (I'm pretty sure we broke that at forensics)

However, one full weekend of bandgeekiness is going to set me ablazes. Literally.
It's going to freaking rock. Except for the fact some people *losers* are not going 'cause they decided they didn't want to *cough Skizzle cough*

We have a winner

CotD:
"There are no weapons of mass destruction in Iraq. Chuck Norris lives in Oklahoma."

Man-pretty wins in the whole jersey thinger. He seemed so excited about it today during band. Plus he is also a senior--senority right there...I actually didn't expect him to WANT to wear it. lol

It's raining...still.
That's cool--I love the rain.
Some time during the day the office Nazis called off a whole bunch of practices, but they said nothing of girls' soccer. At the end of the day, they announced all the practices were canceled except track.
However, we received no notice from our coach, so we all (most) waited in the Commons until things were cleared up.
We did have practice and the office forgot about us. Isn't that lovely?

Uggghh, I found out I have tendonitis (sp?) in both my ankles. I was talking to the athletic trainer guy today and he played with my feet for like 15 minutes before he stabbed my ankle and said, "Does this hurt?"
It did...I'm not gonna lie to you.
Uggghh, I hate people touching my feet. If I have socks on I'm fine with it, but when I walked into the little roomy thing he was all like, "Shoes AND socks off." I wanted to cry.

I have this reoccuring dream that is slightly weird. I don't know how long I've been having it or how often I have it, but it's usually a little different each time with vast similarities.
Last night I had the same basic dream, but it was different in a way. The dream freaks me out, but it isn't scary...it's just the thought that freightens me. Last night's dream was comforting.
In a way it's a "missing part" to the other dreams I have had, but it also differs from a few variations.
I was telling Pink Piggy about all the symbolism my mind throws at me while sleeping. Seriously, I was laying it on pretty thick...I was kinda searching for something and when I found where it was, it was on the other side of a bridge...but then of course there was a homeless man wanting a cookie..............Idk.

Yeah, I just thought I'd share that little bit of information with you people. I was in a really good mood today, and I believe it was because it started out with a good spirits boost from my mysterious dream.

That and we had our first disection in Biology. *woot woot* I love ripping stuff open and inspecting their inards.

Is that weird.....hmmm...then again I am reading a book about Jack the Ripper..........