Ok, those of you who don't know me, or just don't know, I'm a big P!nk fan. Yeah, I really shouldn't have written that in blue...
Anyway, I'm going to follow in BB's footsteps & post some lyrics! Yay, aren't you excited?
She looks to the sun
Help her to carry on
Breaking down all the years
Wondering how she got here
She drifts through the sky
Counting the reasons why
How my life turned so fast
Remembering all of the past
All the changes, and all the mistakes
Foolishly laughing at things that
Words that she says
She looks to the stars
Breaking, time to follow the heart
Her world is falling apart
And the turning of every new page
A book on a shelf that is there to remain
Breaking the walls as she's tearing them down
As she is starting to drown
She's waiting for love
She's waiting, waiting for love
Waiting, waiting for love
She's waiting, waiting so long
She prays to the Gods
Telling how she needs someone
Help me find where I am today
Life is looking very grey
All the changes, all the mistakes
Foolishly laughing at things that
Everything that she says
She's waiting for love
She's waiting, waiting for love
Waiting, waiting for love
She's waiting, waiting so long
I'm waiting for a new day to rise
Conversations to make sense to me and my mind
I need someone to lift me right off of my feet
And I want it, and I need it, and I'll leave it all behind
And all the changes I've made
And I remember the words, that you'll never say
She's waiting for love
She's waiting, waiting for love
Waiting, waiting for love
She's waiting, waiting so long
She looks to the sun
Crap, now I'm going to be sad all night. Why did I have to listen to that CD?
Sunday, February 27, 2005
A little creepy
I've been sick for about the past week...which sucks majorly. I swear my body's making noises it shouldn't be. That sounds gross. I appologize.
I've been talking to this guy on the internet. I've never really been hit on before, but he's givin' it all he has. He told me he thinks I would look good in tights. He's really nice though. I mean, I've never really gotten compliments like that...even if he's never seen me.
I wish Man-pretty was online though. I have to make a reference to my newspaper clipping ;)!
He's a sexy bitch.
Okay, so that's not why I like him though. I like talking with him. People always say they like talking TO someone. I hate it. I'd rather talk WITH someone. Okay, am I the only one who sees a difference?
I don't think I'm making much sense. All this cold medication must seriously be getting to me.
I've been talking to this guy on the internet. I've never really been hit on before, but he's givin' it all he has. He told me he thinks I would look good in tights. He's really nice though. I mean, I've never really gotten compliments like that...even if he's never seen me.
I wish Man-pretty was online though. I have to make a reference to my newspaper clipping ;)!
He's a sexy bitch.
Okay, so that's not why I like him though. I like talking with him. People always say they like talking TO someone. I hate it. I'd rather talk WITH someone. Okay, am I the only one who sees a difference?
I don't think I'm making much sense. All this cold medication must seriously be getting to me.
Saturday, February 26, 2005
Not going to Prom
I was planning on going to Prom with Pink Piggy and maybe Mrarenisco. I mean, yeah, we're only Freshmen, but in our school everyone's invited to go. My mom had no problem about me going a couple of weeks ago, but now she's all like "You don't even have a date!" She's seriously against me going because she doesn't want me to "get hurt" by all the couples dancing. Well, if Man-pretty ever answers me, and if he says yes, then I'll have a date.
Pink Piggy's mom...yes, her mom, her and herself all came up with this plan. Well, Pink Piggy's siter, Shorty, is one of Man-pretty's friends, and well, her boyfriend is on college, so he asked if she wanted to go just as friends 'cause he doesn't have a date anyway (this was before I asked him out). Shorty doesn't want to go with him, so she wants to tell him that she has to take her sister and that maybe he should go with me. Or if that doesn't work, all go together and hang out. But no. I'm not allowed to go now. I hate this. He turns 18 in December and graduates next May. This may be my only chance to go with him.
I feel like an idiot because I was reading the local paper and there was a picture of him in it. I got all excited and cut it out. I keep looking at it and drooling.
Pink Piggy's mom...yes, her mom, her and herself all came up with this plan. Well, Pink Piggy's siter, Shorty, is one of Man-pretty's friends, and well, her boyfriend is on college, so he asked if she wanted to go just as friends 'cause he doesn't have a date anyway (this was before I asked him out). Shorty doesn't want to go with him, so she wants to tell him that she has to take her sister and that maybe he should go with me. Or if that doesn't work, all go together and hang out. But no. I'm not allowed to go now. I hate this. He turns 18 in December and graduates next May. This may be my only chance to go with him.
I feel like an idiot because I was reading the local paper and there was a picture of him in it. I got all excited and cut it out. I keep looking at it and drooling.
Thursday, February 24, 2005
Alright...I think I have proof Man-pretty's ignoring me. Yesterday he wouldn't look at me at all. Then today I was walkin' down the hallway to ITT, and I did a casual thing: I smiled at him. He acted like he didn't see me. He shoved his face into his books and started walking faster.
Is this a sign that he doesn't want to go out with me, or is it just my imagination?
I feel so bad. Tomorrow I will have waited two weeks for a response from him. Tomorrow will also be the one year anniversary that Whelk Boy broke up with me. There's a rumor going around that he madeout with another guy. I kinda doubt it's true.
I just wish Man-pretty would give me a straight up answer and not just ignore me.
Is this a sign that he doesn't want to go out with me, or is it just my imagination?
I feel so bad. Tomorrow I will have waited two weeks for a response from him. Tomorrow will also be the one year anniversary that Whelk Boy broke up with me. There's a rumor going around that he madeout with another guy. I kinda doubt it's true.
I just wish Man-pretty would give me a straight up answer and not just ignore me.
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
Get Your VIAGRA Ready!
Okay, so our dance team is going to a place called Rengency in a couple of hours. It's an old persons' home. I seriously doubt that they are going to like a bunch of teenage girls shaking their asses to lousy pop music in barely there uniforms. One of our songs is "One Two Step" and I have a slight feeling that one, maybe two (probably none) of the people are going to think we're acually doing the two step.
So I guess performing for the elderly wasn't that bad. We went, played with a cat named Harry (BB renamed it Yo' Momma), danced, ate ice cream, moved tables, and left. This one lady was seriously excited...she was dancin' and everything. Apparently she used to dance professionally...which is awesome. I almost kicked this one lady's walker. I kinda pride the fact that I can kick myself in the face, but the walker was in the way so I couldn't show off my flexibility. How terribly sad. It was awesome when Belly smacked Vic (our performing area was tiny). She didn't do it on purpose (obviously, I mean it's Belly), but it was kinda great 'cause there have been some days at practice when I've wanted to hit Vic. She's nice and everything, and I know she's going to graduate in May, but sometimes....
Man-pretty didn't talk to me at all today. I passed him in the halls and he didn't even look at me. That kinda hurts.
In health we had to watch this video on making human life. It was kinda interesting...I guess...since we've all been inside our moms and undergone the processes ourselves. The only parts I didn't like were when the guy blew his wad and when the baby came out of its mother. The guy and the semen was computer annimated (obviously), but the baby bein' born was actual footage. I used to think I wanted to have my kids naturally (when I'm of age of course), but oh my goodness. OWIE!!!
So I guess performing for the elderly wasn't that bad. We went, played with a cat named Harry (BB renamed it Yo' Momma), danced, ate ice cream, moved tables, and left. This one lady was seriously excited...she was dancin' and everything. Apparently she used to dance professionally...which is awesome. I almost kicked this one lady's walker. I kinda pride the fact that I can kick myself in the face, but the walker was in the way so I couldn't show off my flexibility. How terribly sad. It was awesome when Belly smacked Vic (our performing area was tiny). She didn't do it on purpose (obviously, I mean it's Belly), but it was kinda great 'cause there have been some days at practice when I've wanted to hit Vic. She's nice and everything, and I know she's going to graduate in May, but sometimes....
Man-pretty didn't talk to me at all today. I passed him in the halls and he didn't even look at me. That kinda hurts.
In health we had to watch this video on making human life. It was kinda interesting...I guess...since we've all been inside our moms and undergone the processes ourselves. The only parts I didn't like were when the guy blew his wad and when the baby came out of its mother. The guy and the semen was computer annimated (obviously), but the baby bein' born was actual footage. I used to think I wanted to have my kids naturally (when I'm of age of course), but oh my goodness. OWIE!!!
Monday, February 21, 2005
The Most Indecisive Person Ever!
This isn't a poem, but I don't want it to be a normal entry either.
On the bus ride home I watched him.
His full, luscious lips lip syncing to Led Zeppelin.
He had his glasses on...illuminating the brownness of his eyes.
Is it wrong that I want to look into those eyes and touch those lips?
I could watch him for hours, days, on end.
Gazing out the window at nothing much, he looks so handsome.
I caught his eye a few times, but recieved no smile.
My eyes continuously travel up to the cow-lick in his bangs.
I want to play with it.
Why can't he decide?
Is it that hard?
He likes me, but he doesn't trust himself.
I don't understand how he can be so amazing but think he's such an uncaring boyfriend.
I wish he would let me make that decision.
This is tearing me apart, but I love this feeling. It's like a blissful pergatory. I know that's a total oxymoron, but it's the only way I can describe how I'm feeling. Not knowing what's going to happen, or what he's going to say just makes tingle with anticipation. However, I want to know. Will this crush, ever develop into anything more?
On the bus ride home I watched him.
His full, luscious lips lip syncing to Led Zeppelin.
He had his glasses on...illuminating the brownness of his eyes.
Is it wrong that I want to look into those eyes and touch those lips?
I could watch him for hours, days, on end.
Gazing out the window at nothing much, he looks so handsome.
I caught his eye a few times, but recieved no smile.
My eyes continuously travel up to the cow-lick in his bangs.
I want to play with it.
Why can't he decide?
Is it that hard?
He likes me, but he doesn't trust himself.
I don't understand how he can be so amazing but think he's such an uncaring boyfriend.
I wish he would let me make that decision.
This is tearing me apart, but I love this feeling. It's like a blissful pergatory. I know that's a total oxymoron, but it's the only way I can describe how I'm feeling. Not knowing what's going to happen, or what he's going to say just makes tingle with anticipation. However, I want to know. Will this crush, ever develop into anything more?
Solo & Ensemble
Alright, today was the day I've been dreading for quite some time. Seriously, i thought my solo would suck ass. It did, but my judge pittied me and gave me a 2!!!
The Brass and Percussion Ensemble so deserved State, but that judge was a dilhole and gave us a 1, but no *. How gay. Low Brass Choir sucked ass, I think we got a 3.
Man-pretty and I talked A LOT today. He, Miss, and I were playing with my LIVESTRONG band and Miss took it and shot it at me. It hit me in the boob and Man-pretty was all like, "That band got to second with her!" It was great.
Apparently he told Victim that he likes me.
This guy (who shall remain nameless) told me that I needed to ask out Man-pretty 'cause if I did there would be a 95% chance he'd say yes. Then I told him my sad story of 10 days ago, so he walked up to Man-pretty and started tellin' him that I deserved an answer. I left the room.
Man-pretty and G-string were sitting and talking during lunch(ish), and I had soooo...much fun talkin' with them. Man-pretty heard me call G-string G-stirng (yes, I actually do use some of these nicknames in everyday life) and I had to tell him the funny story with the scarf. I had to remind Man-pretty that he had a nickname. I couldn't remember that I call him Man-pretty. I think if he ever found this I'd cry.
I forced myself to ask him about the dating subject. My exact words were "Should I assume that your silence on the subject is a polite way of saying no?" Yeah, he said no. He's still thinking about it. I mean, COME ON!!! If you like me then go out with me.
I was staring at him like, the entire ride home on the bus. I kinda think he knew that.
When he answers, I'll obviously post what he says.
The Brass and Percussion Ensemble so deserved State, but that judge was a dilhole and gave us a 1, but no *. How gay. Low Brass Choir sucked ass, I think we got a 3.
Man-pretty and I talked A LOT today. He, Miss, and I were playing with my LIVESTRONG band and Miss took it and shot it at me. It hit me in the boob and Man-pretty was all like, "That band got to second with her!" It was great.
Apparently he told Victim that he likes me.
This guy (who shall remain nameless) told me that I needed to ask out Man-pretty 'cause if I did there would be a 95% chance he'd say yes. Then I told him my sad story of 10 days ago, so he walked up to Man-pretty and started tellin' him that I deserved an answer. I left the room.
Man-pretty and G-string were sitting and talking during lunch(ish), and I had soooo...much fun talkin' with them. Man-pretty heard me call G-string G-stirng (yes, I actually do use some of these nicknames in everyday life) and I had to tell him the funny story with the scarf. I had to remind Man-pretty that he had a nickname. I couldn't remember that I call him Man-pretty. I think if he ever found this I'd cry.
I forced myself to ask him about the dating subject. My exact words were "Should I assume that your silence on the subject is a polite way of saying no?" Yeah, he said no. He's still thinking about it. I mean, COME ON!!! If you like me then go out with me.
I was staring at him like, the entire ride home on the bus. I kinda think he knew that.
When he answers, I'll obviously post what he says.
Saturday, February 19, 2005
I RULE!!!
Wow! Last night was awesome! There were only like 30 people at the dance, but that was okay, they were the right people...if you know what I mean.
I wish Victim would have been there though.
I never got the courage to ask Man-pretty to slow dance, but other than that he was like, right next to me the entire night. At one point he picked me up and spun me around. It rocked.
I actually caught him looking at my booty. I can't believe I just said booty.
He was SCREAMING the lyrics to "Get Low" and I had to remind him that he was white. It was great.
Sneakers put her arm on my shoulder, and Man-pretty freaked me out because he went around to the other side of me and put his arm around me...I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!!!
Okay, he's a lot taller than I am. Seriously, I'm only about 4'11". Well, I was standing up and he was sitting down and I was all like "Yay, I'm taller than you." Man-pretty kinda freaked me out 'cause he wasn't exactly looking at my face when he responded...if you know what I mean. He even said something about the area.
Yeah, last night rocked my socks. Except when he left and never said good-bye.
Today we had Sub-District for Forensics. My category's soloacting.
First Round: 16
Second Round: 22
Third Round: 17
Some people from my school didn't make it.
There was this guy and his coach like, totally yelled at him because she was his judge and he used a chair in his first round. He was in Poetry, so he wasn't allowed to.
I felt so bad for him, later on some of the people from his school were listening to some of the music he brought with him and laughing. He seemed pretty nice to me.
Man-pretty seriously needs to come online right now! I want to talk to him!
When I had been changing, Marinesco asked him why he hasn't answered me about goin' out.
Apparently he said he likes me, but he's not sure if he want's to go out wit' me.
I think he just means he likes me as a friend.
I wish Victim would have been there though.
I never got the courage to ask Man-pretty to slow dance, but other than that he was like, right next to me the entire night. At one point he picked me up and spun me around. It rocked.
I actually caught him looking at my booty. I can't believe I just said booty.
He was SCREAMING the lyrics to "Get Low" and I had to remind him that he was white. It was great.
Sneakers put her arm on my shoulder, and Man-pretty freaked me out because he went around to the other side of me and put his arm around me...I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!!!
Okay, he's a lot taller than I am. Seriously, I'm only about 4'11". Well, I was standing up and he was sitting down and I was all like "Yay, I'm taller than you." Man-pretty kinda freaked me out 'cause he wasn't exactly looking at my face when he responded...if you know what I mean. He even said something about the area.
Yeah, last night rocked my socks. Except when he left and never said good-bye.
Today we had Sub-District for Forensics. My category's soloacting.
First Round: 16
Second Round: 22
Third Round: 17
Some people from my school didn't make it.
There was this guy and his coach like, totally yelled at him because she was his judge and he used a chair in his first round. He was in Poetry, so he wasn't allowed to.
I felt so bad for him, later on some of the people from his school were listening to some of the music he brought with him and laughing. He seemed pretty nice to me.
Man-pretty seriously needs to come online right now! I want to talk to him!
When I had been changing, Marinesco asked him why he hasn't answered me about goin' out.
Apparently he said he likes me, but he's not sure if he want's to go out wit' me.
I think he just means he likes me as a friend.
Friday, February 18, 2005
Party Hardy
There's a dance tonight...aren't you excited? This supposed to be Valentine's Dance is only the second we've had all year (Homecoming obviously the first). Yay to our school not having any money!
I swear, like only four people are going to be there. Mr. C asked his 4th Block Geometry class who was all goin' (he and Mr. P are the chaperognes), and I was the only one who raised my hand. Wonderful.
I'm spendin' the night at Pink Piggy's 'cause my dad really doesn't want to be out past 11. Her mom's takin' me us to the school in the morning where we will board a luxurious school bus and enjoy the 15 minute ride to our Sub-District Forensics Meet.
Then on Monday, all the nonslacking band/choir students will board yet another bus (this time at 6:45 am) and ride 20 minutes in the other direction for Solo and Ensemble. That one should be interesting given I can't play half the notes in my solo. Mr. K expects Brass and Percussion Ensemble to go to State. Our Low Brass Choir is another story however. We practiced in the folder room for like, half an hour today. It was great. People kept whackin' Man-pretty with the door as they were tryin' to come in. Finally, someone moved one of the shelves so the door couldn't open. At one point someone on the other side couldn't comprehend that the door just wasn't opening and Man-pretty screamed "NO" at it. I was attempting to play at the time which made it increasingly difficult as everyone found it hilarious.
Wish my luck with all my exciting adventures over the weekend!
Especially the dance, I'm not sure if a certain guy I asked out last week will be there.
I swear, like only four people are going to be there. Mr. C asked his 4th Block Geometry class who was all goin' (he and Mr. P are the chaperognes), and I was the only one who raised my hand. Wonderful.
I'm spendin' the night at Pink Piggy's 'cause my dad really doesn't want to be out past 11. Her mom's takin' me us to the school in the morning where we will board a luxurious school bus and enjoy the 15 minute ride to our Sub-District Forensics Meet.
Then on Monday, all the nonslacking band/choir students will board yet another bus (this time at 6:45 am) and ride 20 minutes in the other direction for Solo and Ensemble. That one should be interesting given I can't play half the notes in my solo. Mr. K expects Brass and Percussion Ensemble to go to State. Our Low Brass Choir is another story however. We practiced in the folder room for like, half an hour today. It was great. People kept whackin' Man-pretty with the door as they were tryin' to come in. Finally, someone moved one of the shelves so the door couldn't open. At one point someone on the other side couldn't comprehend that the door just wasn't opening and Man-pretty screamed "NO" at it. I was attempting to play at the time which made it increasingly difficult as everyone found it hilarious.
Wish my luck with all my exciting adventures over the weekend!
Especially the dance, I'm not sure if a certain guy I asked out last week will be there.
Thursday, February 17, 2005
Last Friday
Last Friday I actually brought myself to do the unspeakable. I asked Man-pretty out. We had a dance performance (which I did wonderful in) and then we had pepband, followed by another performance. Well, I went into the bandroom and there he was. He had some music stuffed in his tuba that he couldn't get out. It's probably still there. Anyway, I asked if I could talk with him. I pulled him into the folder room and asked. He wasn't paying attention...so I had to ask again. He said he would think about it. He doesn't know because he hasn't thought about having a girlfriend for a long time. Then apparently he told Victim that he was seriously thinking about it and he doesn't have a reason to say no.
Today's Thursday.
He still hasn't answered me yet.
Tuesday we had pepband and yet another performance. The one for the JV game was seriously screwed up because someone (Sir) changed the song during our routine. Afterwards I ran into the bandroom (obviously my place of refuge) and Man-pretty was in there. He was wearing a black cowboy hat and speaking with a Southern accent. It was hot. Someone at the game had a shirt on that said "Save a horse. RIDE A COWBOY." Wow, I really wanted to obey it. He and I talked and stuff...a lot. He even sat next to me while we were playing.
This week has been Winter Carnival so each day is a different dress up thing. Well today was Class Distinction. Freshmen were green...so it was GREEN DAY!!!
HaHa
I had FRESHMAN written across my forehead.
Man-pretty had been playing football and he tackled Whelk Boy. It was the best thing I've ever seen.
Today's Thursday.
He still hasn't answered me yet.
Tuesday we had pepband and yet another performance. The one for the JV game was seriously screwed up because someone (Sir) changed the song during our routine. Afterwards I ran into the bandroom (obviously my place of refuge) and Man-pretty was in there. He was wearing a black cowboy hat and speaking with a Southern accent. It was hot. Someone at the game had a shirt on that said "Save a horse. RIDE A COWBOY." Wow, I really wanted to obey it. He and I talked and stuff...a lot. He even sat next to me while we were playing.
This week has been Winter Carnival so each day is a different dress up thing. Well today was Class Distinction. Freshmen were green...so it was GREEN DAY!!!
HaHa
I had FRESHMAN written across my forehead.
Man-pretty had been playing football and he tackled Whelk Boy. It was the best thing I've ever seen.
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