Boys Suck.

This whole thing with ice skating and Chris is killing me. I'm trying to apologize as best as I can without talking to him, since he won't slow down to talk, but Audrey's literally trying to bring back up this whole six-month crapload of ERG.
Morgen and I didn't talk at all today.
I swear, I'm beginning to think he liked me when both of us were avalible.
We weren't friends, obviously.

Agh. Blah day. Let me tell you. x.x

smilelaughandlove,
♥
J/L

♥...? I Didn't Think So.

So, I was going to do a whole post on the amazingness of the zoo, but I just started thinking about a conversation that a couple of friends and I have had, and it's really bugging me. Bear with me, I'm ranting.
Daniel, a friend I've known since fourth grade, has asked me out at least four times. I told him no. The reasons were fairly simple, and I'm still not having any regrets, but they concerned that he constantly had to have a girlfriend, no matter who it was [he's dated a streetwalkerish girl before for a day, so I know what I'm saying here], and he's dated one of my -usedtobe- best friends in the world, Kim. She was his first girlfriend, and I know he's sweet and all, but it's like I was second-ranked. Even if he was the first guy to ever tell me I was beautiful [in those exact words, after a pool party at Kim's house before they started going out], he quit trying to love me because I was scared [I did have a crush on him at the time], and moved on to her.
Charles, on the other hadn, I can summarize in about two words: too perverted. He dated Kim, too [in fact, that's why she broke up with Daniel - to go out with him], and ASKED her to go makeout with him at his parents house. Again, I had a crush on him and fell into second place. Even if he hadn't done the pervert stuff, I doubt I would've thought twice about saying no.
Both of those guys were my friends for a verrryyy long time. Still are, in fact, even though Charles moved to North Carolina and is supposedly on drugs and dating a seventeen-year-old.
And then, bam, wham, Morgan comes along. I met him last year, where we instantly started to hate eachother and fight over the internet, but didn't come to really know any of him until this year. He asked me out over the summer, through IM, and I'm a very sappy freak who believes in "ask it to my face", and I didn't know him anyways, so I laughed it off. No big. This year, he became one of my best friends of all time, but started asking me out again. I turned him down again and again, convinced that he was just another best friend who wanted me to be his second choice [he had a MAJOR crush on Kim over the Summer, which kind of didn't help the deep depression that I was working on]. I joked about it with Casey, and we blew it off easily every time.
Then, Morgan met Crystal.
[I used to like Crystal. I thought we were friends. Then along came Jr. High. That has absolutely nothing to do with this, though.]
Crystal threw Morgan for a loop: She WANTED to go out with him. After at least a year and a half of chasing Kim without avail, and another half year spent convincing me that we could be more than best friends, he decided that Crystal, in all of her emolicious-glory and bad-attitude rebelliousness, was the one for him. They're still dating.
I don't know what happened, but it's like he's not even there anymore. We don't talk much, don't give eachother a passing glance, or even smile. He hangs out with them, I hang out with the people that I went to elementary school with [half of them are mysteriously non-friendly around me anymore]. Whenever we try to talk in Math, the only class we have together, I can't look at him and he kind of beats around a subject. I didn't know he'd even started dating Crystal until a week after, when I was raging to Chasity about how he wasn't on speaking terms with me and she explained.
You know it's gotten bad when you're jealous and hurt because the perfect girl for him took the guy you won't date, though you know you love him.
Which almost makes no sense, but stands true anyways.
I sound like a bad romance novel. Sorry. I really am happy and smiley and all, but I was just thinking about that and had to type it all out to get it out of my system.
The Zoo was AMAZING. Bats are incredible. :D

L[ove]&L[aughs]
J/L

"Hollywood Hoedown, HIT THE GROUND!"

The play was some of the most fun I've had this year, though practice was horrid, even after our first "dress rehersal" preformance. I neeeeed to post pics, I know, I know. I'm working on it.
Speaking of, someone in Drama/Choir stole my camera.
...THE camera that I was taking to Europe.
I hope they realize that I'm going to hunt them down and beat them with a very strong stick.

I'm tired. This thing totally drained me.
I'M GOING TO THE ZOO ON SUNDAYYY!

J/L

TWO DAYS.

Until I fall on the ground and beg the audience to take pity on poor Cindy Lou, aka me. I'm STRESSING.
But that's alright. I'll survive. Hopefully. :]
Anyways, I've been writing again. It's not much, though, but I'll Writingrant-ify it when I finish a few pages. I would work on it now, in Yearbook, like I usually do, but I'm retarded and forgot the USB at home.
Speaking of, tornadoes tonight is what it's looking like. Forecaster said it was looking like it was heading down the highway, the same path the other 2 tornadoes that really did a heckuvalot of damage came down, so Michael was dead scared this morning and didn't want to go to school.
I hate tornadoes.
IF I DIE, YOU MUST COME TO MY FUNERAL.

♥
Keep Smiling... I will!
J/L

Dundundundunnnnn:

W00t. Depressing week - OVER.
Those billions of e-cards helped, like, a lot. :D
[thankyouuu]

I know, short post. I'm too hyped up on weekend juice to really and truly care right now, though. Haha.

LOVE
J/L

12:34

And I'm stilllll awake. Haha.
I had a better day today... I think. I'm feeling MUCH better than yesterday and practice... Well, nevermind. Practice was ridiculous and I learned that I'm dumb [[according to a few select teachers]], but hey. It's high school.
I can't wait for the musical to be over.
Anyways, I've been writing more, but I don't know where I'm exactly headed. Obviously, I'm writing about a major character in the plot -durr-, but the plot itself isn't totally original, though I love it to shreds: WWIII. {they don't call it World War Three --- It's "The Revolution".}
I don't know. I got the basis off of Red Dawn's beginning.
This is, literally, everything in the word document that I've been writing this in:

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I could start this off by telling you that my name is Melanie James, but I have a feeling that by the time I’m done telling this story, there’s already going to be too many lies to count, so I won’t. Instead, I’ll tell you the basic details about me; the ones that haven’t been marred with some sort of cover-up.
Most people call me Melanie. For everyone else, I go by a name that can’t be spoken or written without government consent, and I don’t think they’d beam with pride if I asked them for permission to state it in something that I’m already writing without their knowledge, and intend, if the war gets any worse, for others to see.
There’s a lot I can’t clearly explain without getting myself in undefined territory. For example, the reasons I’m a straight connection with the government, but live in a unprotected community like any other, why I’m going to a public school that while normal to the naked eye, is actually anything but, or even, if you want to delve down into the minds of the government, which I’m sure, if anyone else reads this, you’ll want to do anways, why they’ve entrusted a seventeen-year-old girl with information that not even parts of congress know.
In fact, I’ve been really contemplating that last secretive fact lately. I guess that when you’re imprisoned in an enemy camp, though, and fearing for your life, no matter what your translator says, you do start to question the things that once were certain.

There’s not five words that could fully embody the characteristics and personality of Melanie James. Sure, there probably was at one time, and I’m pretty certain that there’s many people that could try and come up with some, but I can say without a doubt, that they don’t ring true anymore, except possibly one; traitor.
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The last part is either another try at a prologue (which the first one accidentally turned into - whoops), or the beginning of the first chapter. I don't have a CLUE!
:D
THAT, my dahling, is what spur-of-the-midnight is! Bwahaha!

J/L

I love...

ANNA! :D

Sick Days

I love sick days. I get to stay home and be bored [AND sick] for a whole day.
Of course, seeing as how we have EOIs tomorrow, I need the rest. Musical rehersal is making me die a little inside everytime I have to go, but hey. Preformance is next Thursday, 7pm, at Central. OwOw.
Just... Don't expect the worlds most amazing world actors. Sure, we have to be to memorize all these lines in the alloted time, but trust me, it won't show on stage.
Katharine McPhee's blasting. "Trying to drag me down and fill me with self doubt, oh, and that's why..."
Yeah. Anyways.
I'm going to write for most of the day, though I should be learning my lesson and doing all my lines so she doesn't tell us that the fricking musical is going to suck.
Again.

Yahh, wjatheva.
J/L

Lauren Reynolds, ladies and gentlemen.

The last two days have literally been my personal trial by fire. I can't take any more of this ambassadorial drama, and the stupid leader that caused it doesn't care enough to write to us about the problem is the PRIMARY leader, meaning that this Europe trip could possibly suck on ice.
I don't know what I'm talking about. I'm hacked right now, and everything that comes out of my brain is spewing out faster than I can type.
I once knew a guy who I really loved with all of my heart, who could talk as eloquently as a freaking journalist. He debated, wrote, and was amazingly fun, but never, even when he got into criminal situations, lost his eloquence of speech.
Whatever. Back on some sort of new topic...
I've been kind of disconnected from the outside world for the last month. It's a pain to try and write to everyone, especailly when I don't have anything to say that hasn't already been said.

J/L