A note

You know, people have mentioned that I haven't posted in a while.
And I guess, the reason is, I just don't know WHAT to blog about.
Whenever I write something, I ask myself again and again, "Who would really care about that?"
And a lot of the time, I come up with the answer "nobody".
But sometimes I post it anyway, despite what I tell myself.
Like now, for instance.
Some sort of low self-esteem, perhaps?
Well, either way, I guess I can try to post every once in a while, but I'm busier now.
We'll see.
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"If I had a choice between you and me, I'd gladly choose you."

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"I was terrified, and would you mind
If I sat next to you and watched you smile?
So many kids but I only see you,
And I don't think you notice me..."

A poem of sorrowWhile writing it, would you dance with me?

Meh.

Sometimes I wonder why I still have this blog.
I never have anything to rant about that I can't just talk to someone else about.
There's something wrong to me about talking about personal things to an invisible audience.
And besides, my life is hardly exciting.
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"If I had a choice between you and me, I'd gladly choose you."

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*maybe a few song lyrics*
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A poem of sorrowWhile writing it, would you dance with me?

A little something

So, there's just something about PDA that makes me uncomfortable.
Maybe it's the feeling that everyone'd be watching.
Maybe it's because it bothers me so much when other people do it, and I really don't want to be a hypocrite.
Maybe I'm just unsure.
Whatever it is, I seem to have a problem with it.
I've never really seen the appeal in showing everyone around you how close you are to the person you're with, anyway.
Clearly, you're close enough to be dating, so let's just leave it at that.
And those are pretty much my thoughts for the day.
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A poem of sorrowWhile writing it, would you dance with me?

The threat is real when his sight goes red again

I really don't know what's wrong with me lately.
I'm just constantly tired.
I wake up 5 minutes before my bus arrives.
I sleep through classes.
I pass out almost as soon as I get into bed.
And I think it's mostly mental exhaustion.
Because I'm sure I get plenty of sleep at night.
There's just too much going on that I have to deal with.
And if certain things get too much worse, I might have to just stop dealing with them for a while.
______________________________________________________________________"If I had a choice between you and me, I'd gladly choose you."

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A poem of sorrowWhile writing it, would you dance with me?

No te vayas por favor, solo quédate conmigo

First blog post from the new laptop. =D
Hey, it may have taken a few weeks to get around to it, but I'm still trying to get used to it.
And that should happen, eventually.
Too many other things going on lately, I guess.
Most stressful of all of that would have been Solo and Ensemble.
Yup, that time of year came and went without so much as a major breakdown from yours truly.
Which is almost funny to think of, with the little bit of practicing I actually did for anything.
But...
I got a 1* on my solo!
And I was the only soloist in my room to do that, so I pretty much freaked out.
Literally.
I saw the posting and I started jumping up and down.
I got the same for my duet and wind ensemble, but that was more than just my effort.
So state's tomorrow night, and yet again I haven't practiced.
Should be interesting. XD

Oh, more about the laptop, I suppose.
My parents kept bothering me before my birthday about what I wanted, and I didn't really have anything I could think of.
And when I felt like being all "Oh, I'm gonna be 16, get me a car," all I got was "Nice try."
So, I was down to a phone or a computer, and I bet you can guess what I chose. =P
Also, it's almost identical to the other laptop we have here. I went off at Leanne one day when she was using it, and didn't even stop to think that this thing's locked up. I think she's forgiven me, though.
I'd say the biggest problem about a new computer is transferring old data over.
For sure.
I think I only have about 1GB of music on here, maybe 6 bookmarked pages, and instant messaging software set up. And that's it. No documents, none of my Steam games, no Finale. It's such a pain to have my own computer and not even be allowed to choose what I can put on here.
I understand that my parents could be worse about things like parental controls, but I don't understand why they can't be a little more flexable.
But hey, after 2 years they finally bothered to unblock Facebook, so that's something. =P

And I would type more of what's happened, but I'm not in the mood, and I have homework I've procrastinated on pretty well that I should look at soonish.

'til next time.

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"If I had a choice between you and me, I'd gladly choose you."

*insert some sort of smiley face here*
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*maybe a few song lyrics*
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A poem of sorrow
While writing it, would you dance with me?

We're all okay until the day we're not

Wow, what the heck kind of mood is this?
I can't even describe it.
And I don't know if I'd want to, at least on here.
So much has gone on lately that my brain is having problems keeping up.
That's why I might seem slower than usual.
Lagggggggggg, much?
But sometimes, I'd like to take a break from being me.
Or experience in my life the equivelent of a key change.
The same basic idea, but with a new twist. Something to regain my interest.
Or, maybe I just *need* a good nap.
We'll see.
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"If I had a choice between you and me, I'd gladly choose you."

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*maybe a few song lyrics*
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A poem of sorrow
While writing it, would you dance with me?

I don't wanna wake up just to find out I've been decieved

So, ACT today.
And I think I did pretty well! =D
It was a lot nicer than last time.
And I actually knew people there this time, too.
(Last time I took it 8th grade at Germantown or something. *blech*)
My goal was to get in the 30s for each of the subjects/overall, then maybe (stress on the MAYBE) a 9 or 10 on the essay.
And I think I can do it.
I just don't want my score to go down....
I mean, I got a 28 last time.
And that's pretty good, I guess.
There are people who get into colleges with lower scores than that.
And that was still a few years ago.
So I dunno. *fingers crossed*

On a completely unrelated note, I WILL walk home unaided someday.
I swear to it.
Maybe when there's less snow and I can find the sidewalks....
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"If I had a choice between you and me, I'd gladly choose you."

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*some more smiley faces*
*maybe a few song lyrics*
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A poem of sorrow
While writing it, would you dance with me?

I won't let you down, no I won't...

So, brilliant idea today.
Mel and I have a new project to surprise our friends in the musical when it comes around.
....
Who cares if it's still a few months? =P
More information on that when it happens.
We wanna keep it on the DL so it's that much better.

Oh, I got my class rank today.
14! Woot!
I never asked how many people are in the grade, but who cares.
Probably top 4 or 5%.
And up 5 since last semester!
Which is surprising, because of the whole B+ in bio thing.
Yay 5 honors class buffer!
And I switched out of regular gym next year, because I hate that shit.
Lifetime Fitness?
Let's see how that goes.
And I hope to God I get my classes next year.
If I get them all, my schedule should be jam-packed from 7:10-3:10 everyday.
Plus with my parents wanting me to get a job....
*sigh*
I'm sure it won't be horrible.
But I wanted to wait until I could drive myself there.
But then there's the problem for gas money....
And insurance....
Gah.
There's so much to deal with growing up.
I can really understand why people would never want to grow up.
I fight it myself when I get the chance.
But then there are the people who go overboard.
Like, those who live with their parents forever and refuse to go out and do something with their lives.
Boo.
I definitely won't be one of them.
I swear to it.

By the way, this weekend TIM filled his fat ass up again.
I don't think I'm going for a major purge like last year.
I don't have that much overflow.
But it's just enough that I don't have much room if I ever get a new CD I want on there.
Or if I wanna add more of Mike's music on here.
There's SO much in my backup playlist.
I should start deleting the stuff that I'll definitely not gonna listen to.
I mean, seriously?
116GB?
What am I gonna do with that?
*sigh*
I'm cutting it down a lot, though.
I'm getting a lot better at figuring out which songs I'll actually listen to and which I just skip all the time because I don't actually like them and I don't even know why they were on him in the first place.
I should get back to that, actually.
And homework.
HA.
That's later. =P
Like, 10.

'Til next time!
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"If I had a choice between you and me, I'd gladly choose you."

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A poem of sorrow
While writing it, would you dance with me?

I'm tired and I'm reckless, and I can't go home

Ohey.
Wow, just posted yesterday and I felt like posting again today.
But what to talk about?
Hm....

Well, I had this dream last night.
It started off as TF2.
I don't even remember completely what happened.
But I somehow switched from SOMETHING to being a medic.
And we were in some map I'd never played on before...
And it looked a lot different because it was the real world, not just something computerized and stuff.
But then I went downstairs from the spawn...
And everyone looked like themselves, not the class the chose.
As if this couldn't get much stranger, I started finding my friends.
And they were all on the other team. =P
Stupid red team.
At least that much was the same, the team colors.
An unrelated note, I try to pick BLU when I have the choice. ^_^
But anyway, first Mel showed up, then Warren.
Then Tori showed up, and my first thought was "She's playing Heavy".
She had the gun of a heavy, at least. =P
There were other random people from school, too, but I just don't feel like listing them.
Yeah, and somehow I ended up with a gun that sucked the life from people on the other team rather than healing my team (Well, I had the gun for that too, I apparently just liked to kill the other people.)
So, I just sort of sat in the corner talking to people and sucking the health from the mass of reds around me.
Yeah, this dream makes no sense if you know how the game works. But I found it kinda awesome.

Completely unrelated to the game, there was yesterday.
My Spanish grade was posted, a 98%! (Woot!)
And that was posted almost right away.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING, MATH AND BAND?! POST NAO!
After that, I sort of ended up home.
And the sort of is because our substitute bus driver had to be mentally challenged because every time we gave him directions on how to get us home, he questioned it about 10 times. And EVERY TIME we passed and intersection, he asked if it was a stop. You would know how bad this is if you understood just how many intersections there are for my bus route. =(

So, when I get home, I started talking to people.
Jon and I discussed lunch, but we had both eaten already, so we decided on the mall.
The problem with this was that my mom was the only one home, and she apparently thinks I don't do enough around the house and that I should do craploads of chores. I reasoned with her that I could just do them later because it's a three day weekend, and I think she considered this because I was allowed to go as long as I did the dishes (only about 10 minutes vs. the hours of cleaning that would have come otherwise)
Just as we got past Pilgrim and Silver Spring, Mel called Jon to tell him that she was stuck at Oakwood and really had to pee. So, I called Hemant and told him to go and get her, and he sounded somewhat reluctant but he agreed.
And of course, 2 minutes later I got a text from her saying the same thing she called Jon with.
Ah, friendship.
When we got there, we couldn't decide which way to go, so I flipped a coin and got tails, so we started to the right.
Jon made a comment about how empty the mall was, but then I pointed out that most people are probably still in school at 2:30.
The problem? We couldn't really find any stores we wanted to go to.
We tried to go dress shopping, but the ones I found that looked okay either didn't fit, or were cut horribly. So that was a bust.
Then, Jon decided it'd be fun to run into Abercrombie.
Woo, yay, I smelled like it for the rest of the day. =/
The only store we really bought anything from was Spencers.
I got some really cool red gloves, but I don't know what to do with them yet so I guess they'll just sit in my room until I find a time to use them. (though I'm wearing them right now to see how they feel)
And Jon got glasses.
They were convincing as real glasses, too, and they were super cool. =D
Right when we were about to leave, we discussed whether to go the the Starbucks in Barnes & Noble or to stop at the kiosk we were next to, and we chose convenience.
And while waiting for our orders, guess who shows up?
That's right. Mel and Hemant.
We saw them walk right past us.
Well, I did, I told Jon and he was like "What?" And I had to point them out to him.
And we just kept saying, "What? They walked right past us? Huh. Let's leave before they actually see us."
And, however it happened, Hemant parked right next to Jon.
AND WE COULDN'T FIND ANYTHING TO DO TO HEMANT'S CAR. =(
So while Jon was running around Hemant's car, they came back and we were sorta like "Ohey guys!" *grin*
And then we started talking.
And they told us they saw us, but they felt like stalking us instead. (okay?)
And that they couldn't tell it was us for sure right away, because Jon was wearing his glasses.
They asked him when he got them. XD
After a few minutes, he was like "Guys, I bought these today at Spencers."
They said "Oh."
And then we left.

After I arrived home, I sat around for an hour, thinking about how much I didn't want to get a ride with my parents to pep band.
I asked Hemant to give me a ride, and he was all possibly. So I got my hopes up. RIGHT AFTER he says that, he's like, right, I need to ask Jason if he still needs a ride. Ends up he does, and I'm once again stuck with my parents.
I asked Warren, but he never responded. Yet again stuck with my parents.
And just as I was about to leave the house, Warren called my cell and asked "Hey, you still need a ride?" "Sure, if you're offering." "Okay, because I'm outside your house."
That was close if nothing else. I suck ass at completely accurate quotes.
So, we got there, found people, I remembered how much I suck at trumpet, etc.
And then there was the stands.
Holy fuck, there were the stands.
So crowded.
Anyone have any idea of how much it sucks to play flute when there's no room?
Well, I sure as hell do.
My stand was completely sideways, and I had to rest the middle of my flute on Warren when we were playing because that's how close we all were.
And then he kept slamming my stand into Angie's head. Somehow she smiled each time, but I sure as hell would have been annoyed after that.
Eh.
But then Warren's like "Oh, I wanna get Skittles after the game! We can leave after that."
And guess what he didn't do?
What he did do was try to be a badass while driving me home.
"Ohey, look at how late I can stop for this light!" *slams the breaks just as we get there and whiplash ensues*
"Stop sign? It's more of a recommendation."
"Don't make me swerve!" *swerves*
"Let's see how close I can get to this snowbank without hitting it!"
And somehow I ended up home alive. =P

Wow, this post ended up a lot longer than necessary.
Probably because I suck at telling stories.
It turned out almost like one of my older posts, but with more grammar, less "^.^" and much more WTF.
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"If I had a choice between you and me, I'd gladly choose you."

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A poem of sorrow
While writing it, would you dance with me?

Come on and make me foolish

Huh, I suppose I'm getting real inconsistant with these things. Oh well.
I'll maybe try harder, but the truth is whenever I really feel like writing about my day, it happens at 10 when I'm sitting around in my room and actually thinking about what went on that day.
So, all you get is this leftover junk whenever I feel obliged.
And today I guess I feel obliged.

Yet another rigorous set of exams have been completed.
And somehow I've come out unscathed as of yet.
My first half of tests have been posted, Bio/English/German with 95.2/95.2/99% respectively.
Though I had quite the scare for English yesterday....
I got home early because I exempted Health (Thank GOD. That class was all opinions and everyone should know how hard I fail at questions that don't have solid facts. *MATH FTW*)
And I checked my grades.
A 59% ON MY ENGLISH FINAL.
WTF.
So I cried for a few hours, and I went back to check to see if any other grades were there it magically changed to a 95.2%.
Which I wasn't about to complain about.
It moved my overall grade to an A. =D

And wow, I've been hanging out a lot lately.
Like, the last few days I've gone out to lunch after exams.
And before that there was the nightsledding/Grafton/foreign food days.
And even before that, it was studying.
I dunno how this happened....
But I might have to take a break from you all sometime soon...
Not today though, I think. =D
'Cause I need to get away from my mom and the chores that will be forced upon me if I stay.

So, until the next time I feel obliged!


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"If I had a choice between you and me, I'd gladly choose you."

*insert some sort of smiley face here*
*insert witty comment here*
*some more smiley faces*
*maybe a few song lyrics*
*repeat until satisfied or signature is insanely long and people start complaining*

A poem of sorrow
While writing it, would you dance with me?