Oookay.

So.

I was rather ticked. The more I was in bed just thinking about it made me more ticked.

Flashback? Eh, sure.

So I was at the performance of the Bride of Frankenstein, right, and it was about half an hour before it would begin. Tim and myself were sent down by Rasmussen to fix the light for submaster 3 and after a while about raising lights, lowering, raising, lowering, Aiza buts in, and I just kind of backed off. She didn't have an idea what we were doing, I believe, and goes and messes with the lights. I'll let her do whatever she wants. I don't really want to be bitten. Seeing at the rate she's going, people are thinking she has rabies. (Well, biting, you know? Not actual RABIES.) So Tim's like, "Uh, Aiza? Okay, well, uh, let me do my job. You go ahead and go do your's and so everyone will be happy." Yep. She explodes in his face, something about "Rarararararar DON'T TELL ME HOW TO DO MY JOB, TIM. THAT'S SERIOUSLY NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS. YOU GUYS ARE ALWAYS TELLING ME WHAT TO DO, AND HEY, WHAT AM I? OH YEAH, IN CHARGE OF YOU. GO AWAY LOSERS AND DIE." Adlkfjaljdfldkjf.

She looks at me and Cammie and says, "Okay, well, I'm not mad at you two." We just kind of stare at her like, "Uh, thanks?" And what does she do? ...Oh, yeah, I remember.

"BUT I AM MAD AT SOME -IDIOT- THAT DOESN'T SEEM TO KNOW THAT I'M IN CHARGE. YEAH, THAT IDIOT WHO'S STUPID AND WHO HAS A -FREAKING HUGE SCAR IN THE MIDDLE OF HIS EYES-."

I just couldn't stand how Tim was just taking it. It wasn't upsetting him, thank God, but no- he was just taking it and saying, "Yeah, we get the picture, thanks." It tore me up inside.

Dear God, I just wanted to punch her. More importantly, I wanted to just jump in and say, "Woah, woah, that's TOTALLY UNCALLED FOR. What right do you have to say something like that?! You crossed a line WAY BACK THERE. It's disgusting that you can say something like that. We get that you're frustrated, we get that you're not happy, but DEAR GOD, WHAT THE HELL. You, go walk away. WALK AWAY. I'm not going to deal with this, and no one else should either. At least be EFFING POLITE. OR AT LEAST SLIGHTLY POLITE. He's a human being. And you're sure as hell not acting like one. Go grow up."

And what makes me more angry, is that I couldn't say it. I COULDN'T SAY IT. God, I really just don't like myself sometimes. What's with me and being good with everyone? Being nice? WHY AM I SO NICE?

ALJDFKLAJDFKLJ.

Okay, end the rant.
 
I feel better now. =D Thanks LJ. We love yew.

*going of to bed now*

Later.

Hey TK! TKTKTKTKTKTKTKTKTK~!

Something seriously awesome happened last hour. Oh yes. So it was the test today in Algebra 2, yes, and we played Mow when we finished. So, you know the "The game is Mow" opening? We changed it. Because we're awesome. Want to know what to?

"In the name of TK, we play this game [of mow]."

FREAKING AWESOME, CORRECT?

I miss ya. ;0;

*emo*

*goes off to do the stuff she's supposed to be doing this hour*

Edit: Oh, yeah, I got a NaNoWriMo account too. o3o; My user's Crysee, as always. I think I'm going to do a story about the underworld, and how Death's a drama queen. Whoo.  <3 Come poke me.

So, here I am, procrastinating. <3 I'm great at it.

I went to the movies with Steven and Dan (to the Carmike 7 to see Rush Hour 3), to "pay me back" for the FMA movie and so on at my Dad's house on fridays. ^__^ It was fun. And, omg, so his dad helped in the transport of myself, Steven, and Dan to the theaters and back. Firstly, his car was amazing. o__o; Sunroof, HEATED SEATS, stickshift that changes the gear by just TAPPING it. Oh. Em. Gee. That was the coolest thing ever. Secondly, the house they have is amazing. (We had to swing by to let the dog out and stuff. It was on the way from the theater.) Well, I personally think the view was better. It was up near TK's house, whom I kept talking about on the way there- helping her pack, feeding her cat and pet bamboo, and that sort of stuff. Thirdly,

THAT MAN IS BRITISH. OHMIGAWD.

He has a british accent, even more than Dan. It was like, omgomgomgomg. And he called me, you know, britishly, love. I practically died. When he left, I looked over to Dan and said, "DUDE. YOUR. DAD'S. BRITISH." He looked at me with the "Yeah, I know" look.

...I should go do Biology. D=

Just thought I should tell you guys. xDDD;

Yet another entry in 3rd Hour Web Design. Whoo. Maybe I should try writing a story instead of sitting here doing nothing. D= Maybe that would be productive? I could probably start an epic story that the main chara has been popping up in my head...

So I asked the sub if I could surf, due to the fact that I was finished. >__>; She just told me to "Be good," and that was that. Well, awesome. xDD; Also, she read the first sentence of what I have so far, and asked, "Is this your third hour blog?"

I looked over with a grin and said, "Practically."

Well, it is. D=

Hm. Maybe I'll try listening to music or something.

...I'll make a new word document and start typing a story or something. xDD; BBL.

So, I finished all of the web design assignments... >__>; And they're barely starting Disk 3 tomorrow. xDDD; Okay, that's pretty amusing if you ask me. Oh, rundown on Sasha's day, you ask? Sure! <3

I went to bed at a reasonable time last night. Mmhmm. Sleep's good. Sleep's so good I almost missed my bus. >3> It happens. I decided not to get up until 7:30 (I usually get up at 6:30-7:00 at my mom's house), poke Jonah for ten minutes, and then eat Rice Krispies. In my pajamas. And not change.

...Yeah, I was having my last bite of Rice Krispies when I noticed that it was 7:51. Ohhhcrap. Yep, superawesome Sasha speed + Mom driving me to the bus stop = jumping out of a moving vehicle (okay, not really, but I almost did D=) and flailing to the yellow massive busland.

So there was talking to Dan, Steven, and Candace on the bus. =D I told them my dream about the Iguana that tried to eat fish... Mmyep.

First hour was ISATs, the language one, which I scored about 14 points over the proficient. <3 Buhaahaahaa. After that, it was listening to our English teacher talk about shtuff. Second hour was full of -5. Which is a thing you have to be there for. >3>; NEEGGAAATIIIIVE FIIIIIVEEEEEE~ Oh, and a little following people around and saying "Ssssssshuuuuuunnnnn~"

Yay for block schedule.

Lunch. I enjoy lunch. But not on Wednesdays. Wednesday lunch is gross, so I'm bring a BOLOGNA SANDWICH to school tomorrow. Sweet, eh? Well, yeah, so lunch was actually pretty good (Scalloped potatoes and chicken breast- I think it's a new thing. And it's delicious. <3) I talked to people, got practically sat on by Garret, and wore my piano scarf with pride.

TK, I'm also wearing your shirt again today. With Min's green socks that say "SUPERSTAR" that I stole from your guys when I walked in the snow on the way to your house... one, two years ago? Well, yes. <3

So, I just finished the last two things on Disk 3 for Web Design... So here I am, telling you about my boring day! I didn't really go on any adventures today, other than the whole bus thing. But I think what I'll do is on Thursday, drag everyone to my house so we can watch Final Fantasy VII Advent Children with everyone. Last week it was the FMA movie, Conquerer of Shamballa. <3 Movie Al = Adorable.

So I'm going to fall asleep on my desk now. Maybe even start writing a fanfiction or something. Kbai. <3

Uh, hi. <3

So, I have a lot of stuff to tell you, but only three more minutes to type.

So, yeah, you'll see me tomorrow in this time on the interwebs. xDDD; Web Design, ftw!

Wow, I just realized I took my algebra 2 book to this class. I'm amazing. >3>;

Sleepnowkbai.

Here I am! I survived! Sore, yes. Full of drugs, yes. Listening to my iPod with my new headphones, YES! <3 I guess I should start from the beginning?

The night before the surgery I was rather twitchy, listening to my iPod, killing time basically until it was past midnight. I wasn't allowed to have any breakfast, or water for that matter, from midnight to eight. While killing time, I stared amusingly out the window, watching the sunset. (It seemed like the sunset was made for me, because you can no longer see the horizon because of the stupid people across the street and their ugly green garage. There was a layer of clouds above the horizon, so I was able to watch the sun disappear and it was all pinky and happy.) I even noticed a cloud above the sunset which looked like someone with a baseball cap on backwards, a tuft of hair coming out of the opening. Sound familiar anyone? *coughRabidcough*

I tossed and turned all night, until my alarm went off at 7:40. I was up, dressed, hair reasonable by 7:42. Wow. Oops. So I spent the rest of my time doing logic puzzles until Mom came home in a frenzy. I brushed my teeth, and we were out the door. We ran to her office, picked up some stuff she needed to grade, and went to the oral surgery place. After several more moments of twitching, we were called in. They put me in the chair, ran through stuff of what to do before they started poking me with needles. I can see why they talked to me BEFOREHAND other than after the surgery. They clipped on stuff that monitored the amount of oxygen in my bloodstream and my pulse and whatever. Then the IV. Owie. My arm still kinda hurts from where the poked me. And I still have the marking. See? See? Oh, wait, no you can't. Well, it's still a little red an' bluu.

Then went on the elephant mask. You know, the thing that covers only your nose and usually gives you happy gas? I was told: "Breathe in, hun, it's oxygen."

My LEFT FOOT it was oxygen.

The room got all blurry, and it think the ceiling started to double. That's the last I remember until I woke up in the recovery chair thingie.

Here's what mom says went on:

She was told to leave the room while the operation went on. She called to me that she loved me, while leaving the room, just in time to see my eyes roll into the back of my head. Lovely image, huh? The doc apparently looked over and informed her that I was long gone. She was told that the operation was to last only around 30 minutes. It only took 20 for me. 5 minutes for EACH FREAKING TOOTH. Heh! They told her I would wake up in fifteen or so minutes. Yeah, I woke up forty-five minutes later. (They should weigh their patients before putting them under. I'm 5'4" and 103 lbs. A little smaller than the average bear- er- human my age.)

I remember coming in and out of consciousness. The first time I opened my eyes, I think I moaned, and fell asleep again. I remember being so freaking tired. I tried to talk to her, tell her something about being tired, and then realizing they stuffed gause in my mouth. Hm. I tried sign language- okay, so, uh, when you've just been put under, you can't remember what the letter g in sign language is. I vagely remember signing a d to mom. Next came the pen. She passed me a pen and the paper that told me what I should be doing. I scribbled down "Gause" or what I thought looked like the word gause. To mom, it looked like a different language. I could somewhat tell what was going on. I was too drugged to write. I can see why she couldn't understand it. (I read it a couple hours later and almost laughed.)

I recall writing something about going home, because she mentioned it, and I stumbled out/mostly carried out to the car. I motioned to the gause, mumbled "take it out?" she agreed. The only way you can get ANYTHING in my mouth that far back there is while I'm asleep. Horrible gag reflex, you see. Whelp, took 'em out, gagged, sat on the edge of the car seat, and I remember thinking that I shouldn't throw up in the car. 'Cause that's mean. So I threw up on the sidewalk, barely missing Mom's shoes. Yay! I have good aim when I'm drugged!

Got home, curled up, slept. Gagged, ate something, took vicodin and ibuprofen, slept. And basically that repeated, with less gagging. I think the stuff they put me under with made my stomach not happy. No wonder they asked if I ate breakfast.

So here I am, on day two, watching SNL and swishing with saltwater. Mmm.

Bad news for some of you guys, though: I have a rather odd immunity to the vicodin. The vicodin doesn't make me silly. D= I know mom was looking forward towards messing with me while I was drugged. All it makes me is a bit tired. And I forget how to spell. Strange, huh? I think the IbuProfen helps more with the pain, wtf.

So I'll be around. I think I might take another nap before my dinner of garlic mashed potatoes and chocolate pudding. ^__^; Maybe Thain will come over again to visit! Yay!

Later!

Ladies and Gentlemen, camping was awesome. <3 And this is coming from me, so the world will soon end.

Firstly, it was BEAUTIFUL. The lake was milesmilesMILES wide and deep. It looked almost crystal clear. Until you got to the 300 feet deep part. <3 We fished, flopped around in the water, and watched people on inner tubes and skis get dragged around behind a boat. I did most of the watching, because I'm not much of a watersport person. Maybe next year?

Secondly, the personalities! OMG! There was B, known as Grandma B to the youngin's. She's Thain's mom. And a freaking force of nature. Then there was Burke, Thain's brother. I honestly think he would've made it as a comedian, except for the fact that he laughs at his own jokes. xDD; B was telling us a story about how Burke ended up face down in the water, and by the time B got him out, he was blue. Burke informed us that he was planning to grow up to be a doctor at that point in his life, and his logic was doctors could walk on water. And then he said, "Thank goodness I wasn't oxygen deprived long enough to get drain brammage." Omg, that joke is still hilarious. Then there was Renee, who probably has at least one é in her name. For now, we'll spell it R-E-N-E-E. She's so much fun! I loved talking to her about her family- the sister she had that loves kids and has two homes, and even stories about the kids there. She was drop dead gorgeous, yet she wasn't at all rude or vain. Then there was Renee an' Burke's kids: Ryliee, Claire, and Liam. Ryliee (I remember seeing her name once, and it wasn't the usual spelling) was SO. SMART. Ohmahgawd. She was about my level of brains, and she was ten years old. We had a lot in common- love for Logic Puzzles, enjoying school, and just similar personalities. Claire was two years younger than Ryliee and we didn't really click until the last couple of days. She's pretty shy and gets into fights with her sister and brother. Liam is... six, I think. He reminded me of Andy's old boytoy, except the fact that his personality is that of a six-year-old. Just his name, you know? Anyways, he was jumpy and all over the place. He could be rude and annoying, but sweet too. Heh. He kissed Jonah. I wonder if he'll straighten out when he gets older.

Thirdly, the fact that it was a vacation. It was a great time to just get away from it all: Worry about the coming operation, sadness about TK's move, the works. Which is what we did. And I miss the place already.

Well, I do hope we can go back next year. I really really want to bring someone like Miss Katie or Miss Sara down with me!

The drive back wasn't as bad as the drive up was. Plus, I got to drive to Missoula! AND ORDER CHEESEBURGERS AT MCDONALDS.

My first time driving through a drive though. ^__^; I'm very happy about that.

As for what lies ahead, I think I'm going to text message TK about clothes. xDDD;  And then go look for stuff to put together for the Sloth costume. Maybe play [dot]Hack//INFECTION or Kingdom Hearts 2 on my PS2. Keep my mind off the coming surgery.

Later!

There's something magical about snorkeling in a tank full of fish, and then stuffing one's face full of Buddy's while watching the first two installments of Die Hard. Simple as that. So, all that is Sasha deemed that day magical. There isn't much to elaborate on, other than I was killer sad that they wouldn't let me full out Scuba dive when I wasn't taking classes or wasn't certified. I guess so they wouldn't get sued if I didn't know what I was doing and decided to die under the water. I've done it before, people~

Anyways, that was one of my favorite days, by far, this summer. Probably right below Cyndi's birthday party- the same day we all went to go see Evan Almighty. It turned out that we were really late, and we decided to go to the mall instead for a couple hours, kill time, and come back. Let me tell you, carrying around a bag of happiness/popcorn and a soft drink in the mall is an experience in itself. A positive one, I would say.

And then there was the day that Mom was letting me drive my car. The same day we went to multiple dollar stores looking for the perfect key chain. Only later was it that I found the massive, multicolored frog instead of the lame SUV toy thing that only half worked... I kind of fell in love with that little black minivan, so it still resides on my key chain, along with one key. My car key. Anyways, that was the day that Mom was teaching me about the clutch and other things. We jump started it to get it running, and then needed a second jump start  to get it going after I stalled it in the parking lot of the building the graduation was in. Ironically, that's where my first drive was when I was in driving school. I even saw the driving instructor's buckets that she set out for me two years ago.

And then there was today. I had great things planned for today- get up at twelve, pack, go over to Dad's at three, finish the Len drawing, and read Harry Potter 'til late, when we would head back over to Mom's, sleep, get up tomorrow for an epic adventure. For some reason, the cosmos decided that it wouldn't be quite like that. I opened my eyes at three, right when my cell was ringing. Didn't expect that. Annoyed at myself, I told Mom that I could just pack after we read a chapter of Harry Potter. Cut it short, you know? I could survive with that, seeing as Joe would be at Scuba Diving class wanted to read with us as well. We were going to read it all together, so we would just reread it after we got back.

So I set myself in front of Ron, with a mission. Len would be absolutely beautiful and colored, along with my OWN colored background, if it was the last thing I did. I finished the lineart of Len himself when Dad said that he was going into work, and we'd see him in two or so hours. I hopped on MSN, talked to Meeba for a while, was generally happy, when I finished the lineart of the umbrella. Andrew even appeared to say hi for a second. But that's when Min messaged me. Informing me that TK an' Min were moving. To Washington. Suddenly, it was a frenzy of tears, anger, and making spaghetti. Plans seriously have changed that day. Called TK, sniffled because I was just getting over the tears, and said that I was going to go over there and DDR. So that's what I did. I went over to TK's after wonderful Spaghetti, and played DDR Supernova. It wasn't as good as I thought it would be. I thought it would be shinier, but that's okay. (We danced to Fall Out Boy's Dance Dance, which I love. But the beat seemed rather erratic to me. They should've done Sugar, We're Going Down instead. So there.) After that was Karaoke, which was a blast. "LET'S DO THE TIME WARP AGAIN!" It was fantastic. Even if this day was extremely screwy and made up mostly of the not fun unpredictable stuff, I wouldn't trade for anything. I was good and didn't cry while I was over there, at least. I'm still extremely upset, though. When I go through sadness, it's usually done in waves. Triggered by something. Mostly, the hardest thing for me will be the absence. School will NOT be the same. At all. I'll basically be going into French and AP Biology alone. None of my other friends are doing that. Not just that, but the liveliness that the Mow Master creates when she and Tim are bickering about that card game.

The hardest will be, is the realization that she'll eventually forget me. It's what happens when you don't see someone in ages. You forget, to make room for new memories. One of the first things I asked her when we became friends is that if she was going to move again. She told me that it would be after high school. Thus, my brain said that I didn't need to protect myself any time soon. I still remember the day in Pre-Al... I think it was Pre-Al. I know it was a math class. I passed a note with a Crysee face on it to her, and she drew her. Omg. I still remember that day. I still remember that post-it. I still remember how excited I got. I still remember the day I met her- the day our homeroom teacher met us coming in from P.E. the new student. It was a line of shaking hands. I shook her hand, and then my teacher's because I was being... quirky? I remember the long hours that was Health class with her. I remember the first day of High School, how we basically were clinging together after we were first separated in that huge building when we had to go to separate T.A.s. How I told her that I would befriend everyone in that freaking school on the bus. How I said hello to Stephen, who looked at me like I was insane and said a meek hi back.

Damn it. It's like it's tearing a hole in me.

TK, if you're reading this, just... don't forget me. That's what I fear most. That I'll just be someone you once knew. Honestly, I don't know what I'm going to do without you. You're my best friend. I know you've dealt with all of this before, but... it's my first time watching someone I was so close to leave.

Just, don't forget.

Sasha's Schedule:
Finish the Len drawing and read the first few chapters of the 7th Harry Potter: Tonight! <3
Pack for below: After Above
Camping with Mom, Joe, and Thain's family: July 27th through August 2nd? 3rd?
Figure out Sloth Costume: After we get back from camping to August 6th.
Surgery: August 7th
Drugging up and eating milkshakes all day: August 7th through August 10th
Get braces (alskdfjldjaf NO POPCORN WTF.) : Sometime after August 10th?
I think we're doing something between the 10th and the 27th, but in all honesty, I don't remember.
I think we're going down to California. I don't know if that idea is set in stone.
Start School (I miss everyone. ;0; ) : August 27th
Anime Banzai (...Not Oasis. *palmface*) : August 31st - September 1st

I'm off to go color stuff! <3

Well, here ya go. o__-;

I went in there and fixed some typos and clarified stuff. Whoo~ Anyways, you get the idea.

I think I'll head to sleep now. Actually, I found some interesting journal stuff (my DC journal and the beginning to a journal that I never finished, in like, 2002) and I thought it would be interesting to type 'em up. Especially that '02 journal. You know, compare and contrast it to now? See what's changed? ^__^; That'll be something to look forward to. But now, it's time for bed.

Later!

I had a dream that Mom wasn't my real Mom, and that I had a different mother and a different birth date. Apparently I was born on June 26th. Wtf.

Nyquil induced dreams. *shiver*

Anyways, I have returned from the wedding. Here, let me copy an' paste from my Sheezy journal:

"Here I am, mostly unscathed from my trip to West Yellowstone. <3 Although I came back with a horrid cold (I've discovered that I can down one orange juice carton in three days, casually drinking some here and there) I'm fine and VERY excited to be back in interweb range.

The wedding was so beautiful! <3 Emily is was SO FREAKING GORGEOUS in her dress. She always has that natural beauty that seems to shine at the right moments. Chris looked really nervous up there, but he was so excited just to be in her presence. (Get your minds out of the gutters, Gawd.)

I was voted to be the official videographer! <3 I was so excited. I think I did a pretty good job, and some of the angles I shot at were superb. All was dandy except for my artist hands. They always need to be doing something. (It's like they have ADHD. D=) They. Can't. Sit. Still. So, the opening part was a little shaky, (and, okay, I was a little nervous,) but it turned out to be great. =D

...And they spiked the punch. Whoo.

(It tasted horrible.)

(I only had a sip. D= And that's the reason why it was only a sip. It was gross. </3)

(No wonder why the Maid of Honor said it was "uh...refreshing" after a LOOOONG pause.)

(I didn't know it would be spiked! ;0; I was just thirsty.)

(Stick to water bottles at weddings. Unopened ones.)

Other than that, it was a mixture of craziness and "I want this to be a vacation" vibes. Mostly it was the adults pulling out their hair and the kids running around all day. Me an' Joe were just stuck in the middle.

...And I lost my iPod charger cord somewhere on this trip.

Crapcrapcrappitycrap. Not only do I have no headphones for my iPod (cats ate 'em... and yes, they can do that), now I have no way to charge it! Whoo!

Anyways, I'll be here for a while. At least, 'til I can talk to Rabid again. I think it's been longer than three weeks.

Later!"

Aaand that's about it. ^__^;

Why, hello there, LJ people! =D

...uuum...

'Sup? Oh, me? I'm not doing anything. D= I've just been to mom's house here and there, taking in the mail and doing the laundry. She gets back Sunday, from her boytoy's cabin. I called her once or twice, and she's having a fabulous time. I'm so happy for her. <3 But I'm missing her as well.

Oh, I've been contemplating about attending Fandemonium this year. A lot. <3 I have Sloth picked out for my cosplay, so I'm going to try to let my hair grow for the costume. Hopefully it'll be past my shoulders by the beginning of August. That way, I don't have to buy a wig. xDD;

So, I think Kathy's going to drag me to a thrift store, and we'll look for black, simple prom dresses. All I'll need to do is sew on the homunculus red circle and line things. Then, gloves.

I wish I knew how to sew. xDDDD; I'd love to make my own costume for this thing that isn't held together by glue and staples... like last year. I think I'm going to drag TK into learning with me. Even though, TK + needles could cause the world's demise.

Oh well. xDDD;

So, I want to drag TK, Codie, Katie, Sara, possibly Bryan and Tim, and others to Fandemonium with me. What would rock is that we could all go as homunculi! OMG.

August 3rd, 4th, and 5th. Mark your calenders, people. *point*

Later!

I haven't posted since February? Wow, I'm a loser. xDDD;

Okay, so let me try to sum up what happened from the auditions to now, June 7th... or 8th, seeing as it's three in the morning.

-Tom Jones was a BLAST. I had a great time getting to know the other actors in my own, anti-social way I get around people I don't really know. Sometimes, I close myself off to people... at least, until I know them. I can be terrified of people until I know them well enough to say, "Hey, you're my friend. Cool. =D". (God, I hate that punctuation inside quotation marks rule. So, watch me, I'm going to ignore it.)
-Befriended Monica, Kanesia, Tim, Bryan, and sort of Nicole during Tom Jones. She somewhat bugs me?
-The coconut! OMG! Greatest. Thing. Ever. Opening a coconut is so much harder than it is in movies. And it sounds EXACTLY like a horse. Seriously. Monty Python didn't lie... not that I ever thought that they did lie in the first place.
-Tim and Bryan now eat lunch with us? Whoo?
-We started drama games during lunch. Stuff like gibberish and freeze frame. It's become a passion, actually. It's hilarious when people get into it!
-I only had to go home once during the school year in the middle of class. Because I don't own my car (or I didn't at the time... please see future bullets...) I had to wait for Mom to pick me up, and usually her days are crazy busy. The reason about why I had to head home was the fact that I had a mental breakdown. Yep, it was ugly. My second in two (... or is it three?) years. My first was in Literature class at Grace after getting back from the Sinus infection. That thing knocked me on my butt for two weeks. I had each Animal Planet rerun memorized by the time I could sit up. Anyways, I had another breakdown during Bank's third hour. It was dangerous. At least, it wasn't as potent as the one at Grace. I blamed TK's energy drink she gave me that day, which was partially true. My stomach did hurt, but it wasn't that that sent me home. I have such a freaking sunny personality that if my friends saw me, it could only be bad. And I was getting emotional over nothing. (Tears and the whole ten yards. Nope, these breakdowns never seem to have a good reason for happening. At all. Well, I guess hormones can be a somewhat good reason?) And if you haven't seen me cry, it's ugly. Really, really bad. I'm not what you call... an elegant crier. A nice trait I inherited from my mom, by the way. I guess I'm so freaking happy all the time that I don't practice crying. My whole face screws up and I start blubbering. Not a pretty sight. I hardly cry, but when I do, it's usually pretty bad. It takes me a while to get myself back together again. When it rains, it pours, right? It's very normal to cry on a regular basis, but I'm so happy with my life and friends and family that I never seem to have the need. (I know it sounds cheesy, and almost like it belongs in a fairy tale, but it's completely true.) My best guess is that when I'm sad, I'm really sad, so everything evens out.
-I didn't mean to make that bullet so big. xDD;
-I'm getting my Aunt's car! <3 It's almost purple... yep, almost. xDD; And it's a stick-shift, which is good for me to learn, but not something I want to instantly hop on.
-I went to go see Pirates 3 a Friday day. Dressed up and everything. We (Katie, Sara, Tim, Bryan, Tim's dad, and myself) caravanned down to the theaters. Sadly, I wasn't in full garb, but I was able to make an appearance in my pirate pants. Man, those things are so comfortable and stylish. Mmyep. Oh, and I felt sick, because I basically devoured a whole bag of large popcorn. I was able to walk away from the situation and not puke. Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm talented.
-Graduation was great, and sort of sad. I made some good friends graduating (or graduated) this year. TK, Rebecca, and myself bought a pink, lacy, sequency thong (*coughPANCAKEScough*) for BLT... TK's crush. Long story short, his expression was priceless, and he threw it away. Yep, I gracefully dug it out of the garbage to keep. Oh, wait, can you dig something gracefully out of the garbage? I think not. And yes, I tried to explain to the people surrounding the garbage can that I wasn't a mental case. I just got more stares. Yep.
-An end to Freshman year.
-Joe's going into 8th grade.
-Joe's noticing GIRLS.
-OMG EW.
-IT WAS TWO WEEKS AGO THAT HE WAS STATING THAT ANYTHING WITHOUT MAN PARTS HAD COOTIES.
-SOMETHING'S WRONG WITH THIS WORLD.
-Okay, I'm done.
-I went to a dental appointment with Mom for the first time in years. Don't ask me how we (Mom AND me) got out of that one, unless you want to hear a convincing story about how we were abducted and the Aliens wanted us to be their Queens, being fed nothing but canned substances for years. It really doesn't do wonders to one's digestive system.
-I probably have to go into surgery this year to remove my wisdom teeth, before they start to hurt.
-And dear God, I'm so scared that something can go wrong with the surgery.
-Oh! I found my report card today. ALL "A"S EXCEPT FOR TWO. I thought that because of my slacking I was only going to end up with two "A"s- Speech and History. I'm so happy that I only have two "B"s! Science and Geometry, of course. I love Chemistry so much more than Physical Science. Dude.
-I GOT MY HANDS ON IRONSIDE. I'M SO EXCITED. Except, I currently have two books going right now... And, I want to reread Tithe before I even touch Ironside. I'm about 100 pages away from finishing The Little Lady Agency and maybe 300 pages away from finishing City of Bones. Oooh, so good.
-I'm not getting addicted to Pokemon again! What are you talking about?! ...*cough*
-Yeah, I'm about done.

Three-Thirty... Does anyone think it's bedtime? I do! =D

...OMG.

So THIS TIME is when Disney plays the shows I used to watch in, like, fifth grade when I was home sick. xDDD; Major FTW.

Yeah, bed time. Buh-bye!

-Later!