life in my nutshell

I was totally someone at a masquerade ball. Like wow. (Despite the fact that I can not, in real life, wear a mask over my glasses...actually, if anyone can suggest a way for me to wear a mask, please do tell.)



EDIT: Major editing done because sometimes things suck and that's not cool...but only to the formatitng, not the content of this message, dude.

I'm posting this with LJ Talk right now. It actually is pretty nifty, since I don't have to bring up an internet browser and wait for this computer to run through all the pages necessary. (I don't know how to enter a line break here.) Anyway, I've just finished with my makeup, but I think it looks horrible...we'll wait for or five hours for mom to get home and ask her, I guess. Dad's sleeping again; I can't wake him up just to ask about makeup. He'd get angry. So anyway...longer post letter. All of you must download LJ Talk! Ta!

And here's Ali, spamming your friends' page once more. 

Voila!

Downloading LJ Talk so I an chat with y'all, fo' rizzle. Lol. Going gangsta on ya, sorry. Shelly and Chelsea came over--Chelsea is 14, so about my age, and she's fun to get along with. 

I'm wearing makeup, wow! And Daddy just walked in and said I look better than most girls my age, which has made my day...night.

Yay today, hurray!

So many entries today, right? My feet are frikkin' freezin'!

I have to go vacuum (curse the spelling of that word) and prepare the house for Mom's Mary-Kay party. Maybe I'll call and ask if I can start a fire up in the fireplace...It's cold!

Food's good but I want chocolate.

Fin. 

It's over. 

Definitely?

Comment if you've finished.

Find the poem hidden in the text...

Ô Mort, vieux capitaine, il est temps! levons l'ancre! 
Ce pays nous ennuie, ô Mort! Appareillons!
Si le ciel et la mer sont noirs comme de l'encre, 
Nos coeurs que te connais sont remplis de rayons!


I can not yet interpret what I have read, even after translating it.

By the way, did you notice I have a new layout? And the bar at the top too. 

:D

Rainbow--you know who you are, my snuffly cuddle muffin boat. ... What?

Ooookay then...aside from that bit of randomness. Do you all know who Rae is? She's wonderful. Woooonderfullissimo. Like a wonderful, magnificent Italian-speaking bowl of pasta, although I'm almost 100% positive she does not speak Italian and is not a bowl of pasta.

Somehow, she always manages to be there for you. Even when she needs you to be there for her, she is somehow simultaneously there for you. It's amazing like whoa. She's like the big sister you always wanted and never had...and she's also like the friend who constantly takes you places even when you're embarassed to not be paying for your own food and bowling shoes. ::glompagelikewow::

This one's for you...you know you deserve it. Through bowling and soft pretzels with cheese, through shared cokes and spaghetti at LaRosa's...through cancelled trips to Coney Island and non-existent games of putt-putt. 

I love you, man.

Happy October, everyone! Thought I'd do this, even though it's a day late. I just had to greet the new month...

I love October. It's really when autumn begins to take its toll, like the six-pack of beers that doesn't quite kick in until the morning after you drink 'em, or something like that. You know what I mean, right? 

The thress (thress?? wth? that was supposed to be TREES, dangit) in our backyard are beginning to turn colors, another reason I love autumn, and mowing season is ending--no more days spent mowing and raking and hauling the grass back to the burn pile...no more hot days wasted on lawn care. Gaaaaahhh. Of course, it is becoming raking season, which is almost as bad. Almost--but not quite.

Some recent news:

• Bela is awesome and I love her
• Rae's piece comes up right after this'un
• I've had three 100% geometry tests in a row
• I have to pee (not quite as important)
• God loves all of you
• I really do have to pee
• I love chicken and school, and
• The piano is coming along really well. Like amazingly.

So anyway...I'm gonna go...more entires to follow.

So this is for my friend whose name is r_latrador...or, as I know 'em, Rigel. So henceforth...Rigel Latrador, I suppose? 

Well, first off...amazingly wonderful person obsessed with much of the same things as I am. Harry Potter (suuuuch a conversation starter as I've learned in the past), Legend of Zelda (what better video game then to leave me sighing nostalgically?), the Marauders...the list goes on, proving that you can find someone very much like you in any place.

So I already feel as if I know you even though I don't know you :P And though I could find your name like absolutely nowhere. I went through a photography phase, actually. And did my fair share of fan-fiction on various sites under a plethora of names.

I do think blatherings should be a word. Quite a nice one, actually... 

     blathering 
(n.) 1. an entry in a diary or blog post on a website; 2. a shout of something random or nonsensical.
I posted a quick blathering on my website and went back to work. or His blather of "roasted duck!" was rather unexpected in the silent room.
(v.) 1. to blather, the process of performing a blather/ing. 2. (slang) An insult, such as chattering or yapping.
She was blathering to the boys quite unattractively, only stopping to gasp for air.

Did that make any sense? No? That's fine. Because now all my mouth wants to say is "bllbeahhhe." Which is quite a noise if you've ever heard it.

Anyway...from academic team to...to William Wallace, I will never stop enjoying your posts. Ever. Someone out there is a geek undercover like me :P 

Love to you! And brownies!!!!!

Ah, Bela. What can be said about Bela? She's beyond description...but we can always try, can't we?

I first 'met' Bela on Phoenix Prophecy...united by a common love of Harry Potter and Hufflepuff, she welcomed me there immediately. From then on, I was reassured that whenever I had a problem, I could go to Bela. She's Hufflepuff's den mother, you could say--one big, furry, huggable badger mom. 

It's very nice knowing that when you can't tell anyone else something, you can PM Bela in a second and she'll have a kind word for you. She's been called a psychologist, a counselor, an all-around wonderful person...and she rocks my shoes and socks off, in that order too (otherwise things might get messy). She was my first friend on LJ too, and the reason I got one! So I love her all the more.

This one's for you, sweetpea...don't forget it, either! I'm sending out hugs and monstrously large cookies to you! Don't forget that I love you! I won't forget when you were there for me...and that your shoulder was available when I needed it. Here's to a loving, trusting badger momma...

I LURVE YOU BELA!

Here's how it works:
1. Reply to this post if you want me to tell you how cool you are!
2. Watch my journal over the next few days for a post just about you and why you rock my socks.
3. Post these instructions in your journal and give your friends a much needed dose of love and adoration!  

Come on, people. Even if I don't really know you I'm sure I can think of something nice to say about you. I'm that way :P

I know, you've all totally been DYING for a response from me, right? Well, good then. Because I've got a fairly medium-sized one...

Here's what I've got figured out so far...

• We're going to the Ren-fest again this year. I am dressing for it.
• I already have my dress--a beautiful dark green cincher and skirt with a pure-white chemise. The cincher has nice patterns on it so it's not just plain green...I LOVE the dress. Pictures will come soon.
• I am also going to homecoming with Ren...
• I don't have a dress for that yet, which I probably should. Soon.
• I have a 93.63 in Geometry last time I checked, which is enough of an A for me to be satisfied.
• Maria's dad made brownies this morning, so they should be there tomorrow when I go over for my piano lessons.
• Maria's dad makes the best brownies I've probably ever tasted.
• I've never met Maria's dad...somehow this seems odd; I probably should have by now. Anyone who makes good food is like my best friend, by law. :P Or my best friend's dad, by some bi-section of the law.
• I'm going to college in New York.*
• I have to go to the football game tomorrow.
• I haven't talked to Lindsay since Sunday...for some reason I'm not in a Lindsay mood. Plus I haven't seen her all week.
• This list is too long.
  
  * This hasn't really been determined yet, but it is my dream.

We're going running...I'll write more later. I'm actually gonna ride my bike. So I'll add more later.

I'd like to take this opportunity to link to my other LJ, a song-based look on life and what life COULD be like, whether for the ups or downs of the future.

I'd like to do that, but I can't. I haven't made it yet. I'll link to it in another post.

So. What to say about this past week? Well, first off, I'm going over to Maria's tomorrow for piano lessons. She says she's going to start  by seeing what I already know, and then get into actually teaching me. I suppose we'll just keep working through until my mom comes home; I'll ride home with her tomorrow and stay there until I'm picked up. I'll do my homework at her house, probably, or in the car or something. 

You know, when I first get into a car with another family, even if only for a few minutes, I always feel odd. Like, 'I'm out of place; I don't belong here.' Because I don't know how they act--whether they tend to talk in the car, like we sometimes do, or if they're silent, which I usually am. I know, you're thinking it doesn't matter, that this is a stupid thing to be nervous about, but it is.

And what if they eat dinner early? Like, what if I'm there for dinner? I'd feel horribly out of place; plus I don't want to wear out my welcome. 

Her brother never smiles; not that I've seen. Wonder if he will tomorrow. ... No, I don't like him. I mean, as a friend. He's a 3rd grader, for Pete's sake. Get that idea out of your head.

Second--a dress shop is opening in the mall! It's for bridal, prom, homecoming--and I should be going to homecoming, so it's very good that this is opening. I want a green dress, or a dark wine-colored one, either should be good. It has to be floor-length at least, but it doesn't matter whether or not it has straps. What do y'all think?

AJ might be joining the chamber choir as a bass; at the moment the only bass is Keegan and he isn't very audible above four altos (arguably the loudest after the tenors), three tenors, and four sopranos. Yep, that's right--twelce of us, until we get like three more guys in it. It's all cool.

I've been doing good in school; just got my French project finished, been doing every bit of homework that comes my way and I am LOVING Geoemtry. It's hilarious. Not because of the teacher, but because when he leaves the room, everyone goes crazy. It's a class of about ten now that one girl like switched or something, but yesterday...

Mr. Fischer teaches in powerpoints. And as you know, you click 'em and they add stuff to them. So when he left the room yesterday, leaving us with a slightly difficult proof. So one of the guys goes forward and clicks it a few times to show the next couple of steps. It was funny because he comes in and goes "So, who got to the next step?" and then he looks at the powerpint and goes "Oh, well, I guess a few of you did." He sits down, looks at the class-- "Mr [idon'trememberthenamehesaid], did you advance this on me?" Everyone started cracking up. I looked at Ashley (AJ's girlfriend) and we just started trying not to laugh. No one got into trouble...but it was funny. That's why. One kid, before he came in, said "Just tell him he did it; he's got Alzheimers, he won't remember!" Obviously our Geomtery teacher does not.

Today, during the test, he left the room for a few minutes. And suddenly, the dead silence became a flurry of activity. I was long done with my test and reading Nineteen Eighty-Four (or 1984, however you want to spell it) by George Ewell. One of the sophomores (he might have been a junior? porbbaly 10th) turned ot me and said "Hey, smart girl, what's a colinear point?" I didn't answer him; it would have been cheating. I was combing my hair anyway. :P I had to wait for the right moment to brush! And when he ame back in...silence again. Just a little more active silence, you know what I mean?

Anyway. I'm gonna end with that; and I'll tell you how my French project goes tomorrow. There's bound to be a surprise when I present it, since...well, there's going to be a bit of a surprise. Hopefully Mr. N has as much of a sense of humor as we give him credit for...

MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

I went to the football game last night. Lindsay didn't come, but Jessica did. Lindsay couldn't get a ride, so I guess I forgive her. I hung out with pretty much anyone and yelled a lot. Screamed, bellowed at the top of my lungs, became hoarse and squeaky by the end of the night.

Anyway...I'm just bored now. There's really nothing to do. We might be going into Eastgate today to get some school supplies, but I doubt we'll go further than Wal-Mart in A.

So...that's all, really. Goodbye.

I know, I know, short update, but you have to forgive me, kay? Ther's nothing to talk about. Honestly. So try to have fun without me ^^

You would not believe the day I've had. It was great! Well, most of it. 

Here's my schedule for first trimester:

Period, Class
1: French 1-A
2: Honors English 9-3
3: Concert Choir
4: Chamber Choir (lunch in the middle of this)
5: Geometry
6: Extra Help/Homeroom, as they call it. 

I LURVE French. Bonjour! Je m'apelle Diane. Diane is my French name I was assigned today. And even though that's like the only full sentence we learned today I really do love French.

Honors English is okay. Mrs. B isn't the greatest teacher, but as far as I can tell she's not horrible. As long as I stay on her good side I'm sure it'll be fine.

Concert choir SUCKS. Sorry to break it to ya. The concert choir doesn't take class seriously--even though it's only the first day, I can tell they're not going to. They make fun of the songs, they laugh when they're supposed to be singing. they talk entirely too much and do not focus.

Chamber choir ROCKED, though, because the chamber choir is the select choir and they act like it. We're more serious about it--well, we talked all the way through silent reading but hey, that's not choir is it? The upperclassmen--which is all but me and another girl--were all talking about last year and what they did and Jason, one of the three guys, said something about a hotel party and everyone was like 'yeah cool' and I was like "what?" I guess when they travel to sing they stay in hotels and have parties or something. I don't know.

Geometry--math is always my favorite. We took three pages of notes and already had a homework page, which some people would comapin about but which makes me quite happy. Mr. Fischer is a nice guy. But get this--I'm the only freshman in my class. It's cool. It's a class of ELEVEN. Weird, huh? That's like half the size of a normal class...except Chamber Choir which is the exact same.

Anyway. Had a great day. Have French with Maria...that's it. No one else. Except Mindy, in Chamber Choir. Saw Daniel, Raven, talked to Raven on the phone...ate with Jessi, Jessica, Poodle (Allie), Jerod, and...someone else, I'm sure. Maybe not. I dunno. 

Well, I'm gonna go now...bye-bye everyone! See ya! Update again tomorrow.

Stole this from Bela who stole it from someone named Michelle who stole it from someone named Mikey. So it's big long line of theft, isn't it?

Anyway way. 

So my dad's in Las Vegas already. Miracle, really, how fast those planes fly. And he won't be back until Thursday. It's a sin, really, how slow those planes fly. 

Gosh he hasn't been gone a whole day and I already miss him.

Now don't get me wrong, he hasn't left us or anything, my dad is DEFINITELY not that type of man and if anyone EVER thinks that they've got another thing coming. He's manager of his store, and as such, is going to a Radio Shack manager's convention, something of that sort. So he's gonna be in Las Vegas, and he'll be back on Thursday. This Thursday; the day after tomorrow. It's just that I don't cope well with having one of my parents gone. I wonder how I ever lived through Dad's 21 years in the Army?

Anyway... 

He's going to have dinner with Aunt Terri tomorrow, Mom's sister. She happens to live in Las Vegas now with her husband...Bob. You know I've only seen him once, and he didn't speak a single word. Not that I heard at least. So I have no idea what type of guy he is. And now he's my uncle. 

So do I call him my uncle? Do I say "Hey, Uncle Bob!" with a big smile on my face or do I go "Hi Bob," with an indifferent gaze of slight disgust? Because he was the reason one of my aunts moved across the country and why I haven't seen her in months. Just because she had her flaws doesn't mean I don't still love her. I mean, she's my aunt. Biologically.

Okay so school starts tomorrow. And I'm half-stressing, half-excited, and half-completely-cool-about-it. And apparently I'm 1 1/2 people. Well, that's normal, usually there's to much of me to contain in one body. That was a joke. 

I can't WAIT to talk to Maria. And don't think that doesn't mean I can't wait to talk to you, Raven, becuase I SOOOO can not wait to see you in person, but I just talk to Maria less. Yeah. I must sound like a horrible friend. Anywho, I also can't wait to see Amanda for some reason, probably because she was involved in the Yahtzee/poker/geometry dream. And Allie...and we can NEVER forget Daniel, can we? And anyone other than that, well, I've either seen them yesterday (you see a lot of people walking aorund in a small town) or I don't like them.

Everyone I saw yesterday, I didn't like. Let me give you a piece of conversation:

Boys: Blah blah blah about how a show on Disocvery determined that the females choose the male they serve. Like, they choose who they want to serve, the males don't choose them.
Me: You know, being a female I think I'm a little insulted by this. ... does my being a girl have any impact on your minds?
AJ: No. 
Krista H: Oooh, BURN! 

She wasn't even walking with us! She was sitting on a porch outside of TC's house. I HATE it when people do crap like that. She had no business barging into our conversation when I was trying to make a point. I lamost went up there and slapped the crap out of her.

When I told mom this, all she said was that if I had slapped her, I had to have been able to back it up. I have no doubt that I could. Neither does Mom. Or AJ, Ren or Michael. When I get angry...I get REALLY, REALLY, angry.

So in a few hours I'll be up at the high school hanging out with my friends. Cool. 

Have a nice day everyone! Ta.

I haven't updated in a while, have I? Well, I am now...

We went to Penney's Saturday and I got a lot of clothes--and I mean "a lot", as in "more than I had before". So now I have two pairs of jean, one pair of khakis, one camoflauge shirt, one gray shirt, one white tanktop, one short red hoodie (you know the ones that are supposed ot be short), one pink ruffly long-sleeve blouse, one black denim jacket, one brown shirt, two new pairs of shoes, six pairs of socks and one black shirt.

But you don't care what I'm wearing, do you? No, you probably don't. So anyway...let's narrow it all down to "I got a lot of clothes." And despite all of this, I don't know exactly what to wear the first day. I think I'm gonna play it cool--my black shirt (it's soooo cute), my size-6 jeans (for an extra boost of confidende--I usually wear 8s or even 10s), my white socks with the black and gray stripes and my Airwalks.

Airwalks, you say? Airwalks? Why not Converse? Because, we went to Payless. You can't find Converse at Payless. But you can find Airwalks, which look even better because they don't have that elongated look to them, like they're clown shoes. I like then. They're stiff, but they're cool. And they look great with a nice pair of jeans. 

So anyway, I had a dream about school last night--you know I actually got to sleep on time! But in my dream, it had Amanda if anyone knows who that is, a friend of mine from school I almost forgot about and I'm hoping to see at the Fest. And it also had Allie in it, and I think Raven was there but I'm not sure, and my brother was in it too. 

We went into the period before lunch, and it was supposed to be Geometry, which is screwed up since Geometry is my last period. So we went in, and we started playing cards and Yahtzee and stuff, which is not exactly math-oriented. Well, I can see where it is, but really it isn't. And then we went to lunch and the whole school was packed into the gym, not the auditeria or whatever it's called, and we were supposed to be signing up for some type of obstacle course. My brother signed up for--get this--air jumps? my dreams are weird, you know. And I signed up for everything.

And then, I woke up. It was cool. I think it actually made me a bit less uptight and worried about school...of course, I'm always worried about school. =P I hope I get all A's this trimester...

Okay, so currently, my ear hurts. And not only because it has a scab inside of it. (That's a long, painful story.) And I busted my brother for trying to use cliff-notes for his summer reading, and Mom's about to start talking at him about it. I hope he doesn't come after me. Aww, who am I kidding, I know he will...

Anyway. Today, nothing happened. Except that I fumed about her (the scorn of my existence) for a while on another site...you know she called my house and asked for my brother because he missed band camp. She was all like "Could tell him I called and that he HAS to come to band camp?" Like she ruled over everything. and I said, "Sure." Not a 'sure' as in 'sure, okay, that's awesome!' No. Sure as in, 'Sure, now let me hang up because I can't stand you.' Suuuuure... And when I told him he was at work, she was like "AWW, DARN" like she as his friend. Whatever.

I'm changing the layout of my journal and well hey, I'm getting bored of this one. I'm also re-naming my friend's page, and possibly my entire journal name. Blegh. It's only been like a week and I'm bored of it? Whateeeever.

I talked for more than a half-hour with Raven ^^ I can't wait until the freshman festival. Looking forward to getting my picture taken and seeing all my friends. But if I'm outside at ALL, my hair is probably going to ::frizz-poof-die-x_x:: And my picture will make me look like a fat cow again. Like last year it didn't even look like me; it was horrible. 

You know my family annoys me sometimes. Do the men have ot be so rude to each other? Ugh. They annoy me sometimes. I really do think AJ's sched should have some input form him, you know? But he is a jerk. So maybe he deserves it.

I finally got a new black ink cartridge and printed out a biography of Harper Lee to turn in the first day; that's one requirement we have here. School starts in six days. I think I'll die. Somebody help me...

::dies::

See? Told you! My brother and my father could just STOP being rude. SO ANNOYING!

You know what? You should all go to my friend's page, because she's awesome. Did I already mention that? She is...her name is...well, I won't say in case she doesn't like her privacy un-done...so... Go to viva419's page. Comment. Friend. Loooove.

Alright so homies...here's what going on. We went to Jubilee today--small-town grocery store where the hicks hang out--and got some stuff for Mom, and I got two Nutrageous bars...I love Nutrageous bars...we were driving around in Ren's convertible; it's cool and it's red and we get to yell things out the side of it to little kids. Like we passed a group of girls, probably girl scouts or something, carrying tennis rackets, and AJ was like, "Who likes tennis? I like tennis!" And I yelled, "I LOVE TENNIS! ...PING-PONG!" And everyone was staring at us; Ren was just driving...

I leveled up to level 13 today. That way, when we go up against any of our opponents, I can use any druid spells up to level seven. And my wild-shapes got updated a bit, too, now I can turn into any dire or tiny animals. Basically I could turn into Mo or Ku...or, instead of a large dragon, a teeny-tiny one. 

I can now also use Alter Appearance--it's got an official name, the feat Andrew and I both got, but we can alter our appearance at any time--clothes, even. Anything corporal (tangible, as in not ghosts); we can change our weight by one half either way, there are limits but it's whenever we want to. If I had had that ability two days ago, everybody would still like me because I wouldn't look like a celestial...


Okay I had to wrap it up early, we're leaving again...did you like it? Bye!