bleh

I havent posted in forever so i thought i would post.

*post*

ok, i'm done.

I'm Back

Much to my displeasure, I have returned home.

Crap.

For years and years I have been going on the same trip, to the same place, at the same time. And every year it becomes harder and harder to come back. I always have things that I cannot wait to return to, like my cats, my bed, and my shower. (The place at which I stay has a shower with the lowest water pressure possible. It is incredibly hard to rinse my hair.) This year was especially bittersweet. The trip was fun, but i missed Timmy horribly. (Actually, I think my mom missed him more than I did, to tell the truth.) So coming home to him made leaving bearable. Otherwise, I would currently be in a state of shock, possibly still laying face down in my bed. Or on the floor, that's more dramatic.

I wish I could just move there. Or even just stay a few extra days. This year was so short. Now that I'm home, it seems as though I was only there for a day or two.

There is talk of not going next year. Mom says that if we take our trip to Italy, then we won't go on out yearly Trip to Harbor. Now that's rough. I've never been to Italy, and I know it would be fricken AMAZING...but, give up the Harbor trip? The trip I have been taking every year since I was four? I don't think I can make that descision. I'll put that right up there with the "where should I go to college?" descision. I can't think about it right now. And either way I decide, I won't be entirely happy. But maybe one never can.

Buh Bye!

I'm leaving on Tuesday! *the rejoicing continues...*

the D rox my sox

Took my senior pictures today, down in the D, and I had a blast. I get the proofs on Monday. What is it today? Thursday??? I can't wait that long!!! We drove all over, and took pictures at all these different locations and I wore all my sweetest clothes. I waded through fountains and climbed on buildings, and sat down basically in the middle of streets...I also brought Mel along so she could take some and be in some of mine, since we are basically extentions of eachother. Her main shoot is in August, and I get to come along on that one and take even MORE pictures!!! She is getting hers done in Dearborn so we'll have really different backgrounds.

To occupy myself while I am waiting for my proofs, I am crocheting a skirt. I am so very excited about it, I can hardly contain myself. It is my first big crochet project. I have been working on it since around my birthday, and now I am finally almost done!

On Tuesday I am leaveing to go to Harbor Springs for a week, as I do every year for the 4th. I won't miss it here, and there will be only one thing, or person rather, that will keep me from staying there the rest of the summer, or the rest of my life.

yeah

So, it's been a while. So what?

School, or as i like to call it, the required waste-of-time-hell-hole of death, is finally and completely out for summer. Going on two weeks now. Let us take a moment of silent rejoicing.

*silently rejoices*

Sigh. I have quickly sunk into my summer routine, but of course with a few changes from previous summers. Basically my days go as thus:

*stay up reading untill the birds start chirping (4:30) or until the sky goes from black to blue (5:30)
*get some sleep
*wake up no later than 11 (this is where i stray from past summers, where i usually rolled out of bed at around 1)
*stumble down stairs for a bite to eat, then proceed to lay on the couch and finish reading the book i started the night before. (I have read four books so far, at this rate, my stash is going to run out, egads!)
*get a call from someone, or make the call myself to make plans for the night
*get dressed. the day starts at 5 'o clock
*stay out late
*shower, pick out a new book, and the process starts over

Throw in some movies, food, and ice cream, and that is the beggining phase of my summer in a nutshell.

But then the trips start. More on that later.

~~~CHANGE OF SUBJECT~~~

Got my report card today in the mail. They should'nt waste the postage, becuase it isn't like I care about grades. I don't study, I don't try, and I don't care. I want to care sometimes...I am just inncapable of caring about a label that society chooses to stamp on people's heads. I live in an age where a persons worth is measured by GPA as an adolescent and by monetary value as an adult. On top of that, you get judged by the way you look. I absolutly depise this system. But I play the game. You have to play the game in order to acheive the status where people finally leave you alone just enough so you can do what you want with your life. But first you have to play the game. The higher-education-I-have-a-purpose-in-life game. Pass the classes. Play the sports. Know the right people. So I play. As minimally as I can, but still I play. Hoping like anything that society progresses as fast as it has in the last few decades and people can finally forget about the man-made drama, and just live. Just wake up when you want to, put on the clothes that make you FEEL good, talk and be with the people you like and just live and be like God wanted us to in the first place. Shed all the smog and pollution we have created and just eat and live...crap. I'm starting to sound to much like a hippy. Need to avoid that. Hippies don't shower...I, personally, am very fond of being clean. It's just a quirk of mine I guess...

so lets review...

Ok, Josh has very kindly brought the fact that my blog is boring to my attention:

Sexual Healy 08: your blog bores me immensely

Thank you, Josh.

So lets go over the past three weeks or so...

I have:

lost one boyfriend
gained a different one 2 weeks later
I am still confused about that second one...
I have got several people really pissed at me
somehow i dont really care about that...
i'm sick...AGAIN
I have decided that school is completely pointless now,
since i have taken most of my finals and now only have 2 real classes
I have been spending alot of time in the dot
track is almost over...thank the lord
i put up a bunch of new pics on myspace (i know i'm lame, dont care!)
i am almost out of ben and jerry's ice cream... :-(
went to bob jo's the other day and got a black cow, which was interesting
stole josh's tennis racket out of his car
I am making plans to have some of my boys over for dinner

so that is almost everything in a nutshell...of course i could elaborate on it, but i might offend people. and we musnt have that now!

My head hurts from being sick. A little while ago I was feeling better, but then someone had to leave me and I felt worse. Then I ate a banana. Go me.

So I really need summer to start now. It is just beginning to smell like summer, but of course I can't enjoy it because I am sick again and I can't smell a thing. I hate school. And I feel really sorry for those who say that the high school years are the best years of their lives. Poor boring pathetic souls. If high school is going to be the best years of my life, then kill me now please.

I am pretty very extremely happy with said new boyfriend. It was really a surprise and I don't care if we offend anyone, because that is certainly not my intent in this relationship. People can say what they want, but they can't ruin or make me feel guilty for my happiness. This so far has been completely different than anything else, and I just love that. Anything different is good, to quote one of my favorite movies, Groundhog Day.

Mina Hungry

I don't feel like making anything to eat. Oh well...


ANYWAYS....prom is tomorrow, and I am actually kinda excited for it. My dress is amazing, my shoes are amazing, my earrings rock...I can't wait to get dressed up...!


That is about all.

So...

I've been single for almost a week now. It took some getting used to, thats for sure, but now I am just fine. My friends did a marvelous job stepping up to fill in the hole that the breakup left. I'm glad that everything was on good terms...much better than my last breakup.

In closing, I am looking forward to the rest of school and having a free summer.

Have a nice day! :-)

Will it never end????

I am sick. AGAIN!!!!!!!!! Now I have an effing hacking cough to deal with right during an important part of track season. Maybe I am allergic to this year. It needs to end. Now.

A novel idea.

I love books. I love reading them, owning them, buying them...

but that isn't the point of this entry.

The point is that I have been reading novels for so long that they have become predictable. It is so easy to see what is going to happen, and what the characters should do when faced with problems. The novel is planned out. Disaster strikes, but in the novels i read, everything usually turns out ok in the end.

Don't you wish life could be that way?

Yeah sure. I sound sappy and idiotic. But I have been feeling this way for a while now. I feel that if I were reading my life, then I could predict exactly what to do and what will happen. I can't analyze my life and it frustrates me. Maybe if I wrote EVERYTHING down and went back over it, then I could realize my mistakes and figure out what to do next. Maybe I could write in a little more excitement, and write out the drama.

I feel like I am wandering down a dark hallway without a flashlight. I'm not drepressed or broody about anything. I just wish it were easier to figure out what to do next.

have you ever...

sat back and watched something happen and just think to yourself: "oh goodness no..." ?

seems like I do too much these days.

Prom

Do I have to go? I'm kinda really sick of everyone talking about it. It really isn't that much fun anyway.

grrr.

So Lo, Mel, and I went shopping today so Lo could find a dress. Which she did, but didn't bring money for it.

sigh.

I wish I was insanely rich so I could buy all the pretty dresses for my friends. So I could just say "shut up, I'm buying it, and you're wearing it."

I'm really tired so I think that shall be all for today.

Birthday wishes

I always try not to expect much on my birthday, then i won't be disspaointed. But sometimes even when I don't expect much, dissapointment creeps up on me in surprising ways. I guess I have to learn to expect nothing. Then I will never be dissapointed. I hope I don't sound spoiled or anything, I love everything I received (Betsey Johnson purse! WOOOOO!). And I know that material things shouldn't matter, and they really don't, but I can't help but get a little upset about the absence of a present that should be there. It was just so surprising, so out of character...but that is why I have to learn to expect nothing.

This birthday was great in all aspects but two. One was the absent present that I am still wondering about. (I know I shouldn't let it bother me, just let it go, let it go.) The other is the fact that I am getting old. I know I sound ridiculous. 17 isn't old. But I still don't like it. I wish I was five again. But you can't always get what you want, or what you wish for.

Get down from your high horse

My internet has been a jerk the past few days so I haven't been able to post. Obviously.

Sound of Music had its final performance on Sunday.
Let us take a moment to rejoice...


*********YES!!!!*************

Ok, I feel better now. I can finally rest easy! I have time to do other things rather then sleep! I don't have to kiss anyone I don't want to! I don't have to wear those ugly/itchy/stupid costumes! I don't have to sing those idiot songs! I can go to track practice...oh wait. That isn't exciting. I am so far behind everyone. I am so out of shape. I came in last in my best race. Crap. And now I can't really use easter break to catch up BECAUSE (this leads me to my next point)

I have a breathing condition now! I beleive regular allergies mixed with all the crap I inhaled from tearing down the som set screwed up my lungs. I started wheezing Sunday night, at the cast party, and by noon the next day, I could hardly breathe. My mom could hear me breathing from the other end of the house. So I got some sleep and did the homework I had the books for. On Tuesday I was a little better but still really bad. I had to stop to catch my breath after going DOWN the stairs. I felt so pathetic. Really. But I tried to go to school. I figured, I only had two days before break anyway, I can make it. But I got in my car and took a deep breath, and then started to cry. So yeah, didn't make it to school. My mom took me to the docter and she said the condition I was in was pretty bad, and it wouldn't clear up on its own. So she gave me a breathing treatment at the office and perscribed an inhaler. All that made me breathe alot easier. So I went to school on Wednesday, hacking up a lung and armed with my new trusty inhaler. My friends asked me why I bothered to come on the last day of vacation. The answer: I have no effing idea. So anyway, the morning went along just peachy. I didn't die from lack of oxygen and I made up all the work I missed in my morning classes. Then geometry came. And this is where the title of the blog makes sense, in case you where wondering. In geometry they had a lesson on Monday, work on Tuesday, and where going to have a test on Wednesday. So I went up to my teacher to ask her what she wanted me to do since I didn't have my books home with me those two days, so I couldn't have done any of the work. And this is how thw convo went (My speech is the * and my teacher's is the #)
*what do you want me to do, since I was absent?
#(snotty) Oh, you're taking the test.
*But I didn't have my books with me, I don't even know what the lesson is on.
#(even more snot) Did you go to that cast party on Sunday?
*(thinks: so THATS what this is about) Yes, but that is not why I was absent. I was haveing trouble breathing and I had to go to the doct...
#Fine. I want ALL your homework on Monday then. ALL of it.
*(thinks: like I would only turn in some? Idiot)

Moral of the story: I hate when teachers get up on their high horses and act like they are god. (ok, that really isnt a moral, but whatever) Seriously get over yourself, its geometry. No one cares. And stop jumping to conclusions and throwing false accusations in my face. And why don't you stop and think about things before you get all huffy with me, hmmm? I didn't skip those days. Why would I? It makes NO sense to me. Why would I skip two of the three days before break and come back on the third so I have a ton of homework to make up over break? Does that make any sense to you? No. It makes no sense. Gah.

*slams head on desk*

So my Sound of Music script is ruined. I swear this play is cursed. My script went missing yesterday or the day before, I don't even remeber and silly me just thought it fell under the seat in my car. No. It didn't of course, that would be too easy. Somehow the stupid thing fell OUT of my car in the school parking lot and was left out in the rain. I found it this morning soaking wet and covered with mud. I cried. It was a sad sight to see. I was upset all day. When i got home I rinsed the mud off (because it couldn't get any wetter at that point) and I put it to dry in the bathtub. Now I have to pay $35 for damages. Through the course of the day I have said just about every bad word I know (I even through in some made-up words and a few noises) to release my angst. grrrrr. And I have dress reahersal tonight and I really don't feel like going. And my speech that is due tomorrow? Not finished.

Yeah...

I'm back. I've been so busy lately. And I am exhausted.

The Sound of Music opened last weekend with great reviews. Everyone loves it for some reason and alot of people are coming again to see the performances this weekend. I have one more dress rehearsal tomorrow, and three more perfromances. Then, I'm free...

...except then I have to start running hard core for track. I have missed alot because of the play and I am behind. Really. I went to practice today, and it was pretty sad. The team is in pretty bad shape, on the girl's side anyway. I'm surprised. A lot of girls are hurt or out of shape. We really need to step it up if we are going to be in any shape to compete this year.

I am also behind in my schoolwork. I should really be writing and memorizing a speech I have to give on Thursday, but I REALLY don't feel like it. I hate speech class. It is such a pain. I don't mind giving the speeches, I just hate writing them.

It is also Johnny and I's 7 month today. Should months be celebrated? I don't really think it is that big of a deal. Years, yes. Months? no.

yeah...

I really have nothing interesting to say...

Took the act again today. I think I may have done worse...but we'll see.

Saw two of my old classmates at Panera today. They look different. It was weird.

Gah, I AM boring...

So...

I guess people are actually reading this now. Josh even left a comment. Thank you Josh. And Danny said I was boring. Well I can't help that nothing ever happens. Well, that isn't true. A tone of stuff happens, but if I wrote about everything I knew and hear, alot of people would hate me. What I really can't stand is when people talk in front of me as if I can't hear them. Here they are, running their mouths about their sex life, while I am just trying to get my damn homework done. Really now. I don't want to hear it.

So anyway...what has happened lately? The movie 300 came out, and while I didn't go see it, and I don't intend to, Josh requested that I put something about it in here since he was going to go see it. I hope you enjoyed it, Josh. Yesterday I got my prom shoes (which have been SO hard to find) and thus completed the requirements for prom attire. I got my dress and earrings shortly after Christmas, (the dress was on sale, go me!) and made my hair & makeup appointment. So I'm all set...wait, I need a purse...maybe I'll just knit one. This is my third prom, and really I hope this one will be better than the last two. The first year the food and venue...well, sucked. Not even gonna lie. Actually, dessert was nice. Last year, my shoes almost cut my toes off, everyone got sick from the food, (except me, I just had salad and pasta) and the venue was just, blah. So, I have my fingers crossed for a good dance this year. And now for my last rant: a few days ago someone (who will remain nameless) backed into my car and broke the plastic over my left tail light. I was so upset. MY POOR CAR!!! It is so old...and now has shards of broken plastic over the light. *sniffle* I try so hard to keep my car away from danger and what happens??? Someone takes it out!!! Ok, maybe that is a little drastic, but...my poor car! See, I am so upset when I think about it, I can't even form proper sentances. And now I have to go write a paper for psych. I don't know why I took that class.

I am eating a very lovely burger right now

Ok, I have to make this short because I have to finish getting ready and then head out for rehearsal. We're off-book tonight and I am kinda nervous...just ever so slightly...

Anyway, on the knitting front, it has become somewhat of a fad among the girls in the cast. Not that I have anything against more people embracing knitting, I just can't take anymore novelty yarn! But I digress. A majority of girls are also asking me if I would knit them all fingerless gloves, and they would pay me. Sorry, the answer is no. I didn't teach myself to knit to get commissioned into projects. It takes all the joy out of it for me. I may sound like a snob but I knit what I want, when I want to. I do not wish to fall to the power of supply and demand. There. I said it. Presents are a different story. which is why I am making said gloves for my aunt. Although I don't really want to give them to her because I know she will never wear them because she "doesn't want to ruin the pretty stitches." They are being made out of some good sturdy wool, and it will take alot to ruin those stitches.

To stray from the knitting fad of the moment and broaden my skills (not to mention take up time that should be spent learning my lines, did I mention we are off-book today???) I have taken up crochet. I first learned when I was about four but I never actually made anything. So, I took a trip to the bookstore and picked up a copy of The Happy Hooker and I have relearned the art of crochet, and quite frankly, I'm hooked. (Pun fully intented) I am actually almost donoe with my first project, that I started yesterday. It is a cute little square purse made from some vintage cotton my mom pulled out of an ancient stash. All this cotton was left-over from a blanket that needs to be finished, that was started by my grandmother who knows how long ago. It is really cool. The blanket needs to be all sewn together (all the squares are finished allready) and blocked.

SNOW!

Snow is very good. Especially when you take a very large hill and cover it in the stuff. Then you slide down said hill on flimsy plastic disks purchased at Target, or in my case stolen back from an ex boyfriend. (I dont care what he says, I bought them, and they are mine. In my possession they shall stay.) Anyway...I went sledding yesterday with three of my friends and we truly had a blast. It was a nice warm up for the ski trip I will be going on next weekend. (Blue Mountain, WOOO!) I got all decked out in my Roxy snow gear, and I truly looked the part of a snow bunny. I feel like if you are going to do something, you might as well do it right. Also, it is very fun to go to starbucks after sledding in boots and bright pink snow pants. (and make fun of the kids who make fun of said snow boots, I mean, CLEARLY I was participating in a rigorous snow activity which called for the use of snow boots.) Oh and there was this creepy kid in starbucks listening in on our conversation and staring at us repeatedly. I wanted to go over to him and dump my tea all over his laptop...but I just gave him a cold stare instead. When in doubt, cold stare always does the trick. Anyway...I got some really good pictures from the day's excursion. And I really have to go print these out, since my very old computer has decided not to get along with my very new digital camera.