Don't Get Me Started... Please.

Morgan's dating Amanda McC.

And yes, I'm excluding her FULL last name because I'm going to say some things that aren't nice about her. But I mean them in every way, and I wish I could sit down and tell her these things.

I was talking to Daniel on the phone (I swear, he's the only person I can talk to freely... almost. I have no female friends to rely on anymore, and I definetly don't want to talk about boys to him), and he happened to mention the small fact stated above.

I swear to whatever is Holy, I thought he was kidding.

Amanda McC is pretty, I'll admit. She's not a 'stunner' or anything, but I think she's incredibly pretty and sweet.
She's the girl you want to date if you want sex - that's the reputation she gives off.
She's been pregnant once with a miscarrage, another that was a 'false alarm'.
She gets pleasure out of toying with people's emotions - guys, specifically.

She got Morgan grounded because he stayed with her until a quarter till, and showed up at his own house close to one in the morning.

I thought that he wanted to be my "fallback", and yet I feel like I'm more of his last choice.

Okay, not last, I get it. But I'm still fallback. And being fallback is everything I'm trying not to be - I want a guy who knows me, but wants to know me more; a guy that won't realize that I exist after he dates or chases one of my best friends; a guy that wants Lauren, and isn't using me.

I am so TIRED of being used!

...

It hurts. A lot more than I want it to.

This was a horrible time for this to happen - these last couple of weeks have been literally a trial-by-fire. And now this? Telling me that the only reason I know anything anymore is because of someone who calls me up three times a month or so to tell me about his life?

I wish Morgan and I were still friends, at least. Then, I could talk to him about Amanda.

But you know, I can't. I can't stand another awkward phone call that *I* had to make, or another slanted conversation at my house because I invited him over. I can't handle any of that anymore.

In the last year, High School, I think that I've stopped caring as much.

And that sucks. A lot. But I can't do it on my own. I need some kind of proof that you care back.

I wasn't trying to be a girlfriend or a crush. I was trying to be more of a friend. But then again, I should've known from last time that friends obviously don't call each other.

I don't know.

If he wants to talk to anyone, maybe he should try Kim. She'd be more willing to make amends, and might even tell him what she thinks of AmMcC (the same as I do). But I needed a friend, and somewhere in the mix, I thought that maybe it was him.

It wasn't.

I wish I had the guts to just walk up to my family and say that I want to move away for a month or two - get away from the people who've kind of wrecked everything up. They wouldn't understand that I don't mean that I don't love them. It's just... Everything's equalling nothing right now.

It's okay, though.
I'm breathing. :)

In other news, SCRIPT FRENZY is tomorrow! Once again, it's very iffy on whether I'll be able to finish, although I promise to do my best (not promising a stable plot at all).

Mkay.

Better.
Much better.

WRITING RANTS challenge complete.
Mazie's going to be fine.
Little dog probably has the same stuff, but it's not severe yet, so we'll take her in on Monday to get the medication.

A thousand dollars - dropped in one weekend.
It's been insane.

Does anyone want to kidnap me?

I'm So Scared.

I'm so scared.

Mazie's sick, and my heart aches. She's not eating, and is heaving up thick spit up onto the carpet. For once, I don't mind cleaning it up, although I have to fight back the tears. It hurts so bad watching my puppy shudder and suffer, because we can't take her to the vet until tomorrow. Even then, I'm so afraid for her - that she won't make it. And right now, I'm not able to handle that.

We came home and couldn't find her until I walked into my room, where she was on my bed, shaking like she does when she's cold - except it's not cold. She wouldn't move off of the bed willingly, and threw up on mom and dad's bed.

My throat hurts with that knot you can't get out when you cry. I love her.

Please, please, please, God - I need her; I've already lost so many of my angels this year.

Good/Bad News.

The Good News:

I've started working on the Clara/Zach post, the challenge that's going to be a 'teaser' for the C/Z post, and basically, life is good.

The Bad News:

My laptop charger is broken. For the third time.

Pretty much, you all are going to have to bear with me through this - I'm going to have to find a way to fix it all up to where I can use my laptop more than I can right now - the cord is so bent out of shape. I won't be on messenger for a while, possibly only for tonight (which, by the time I'm writing this, you know), and I'm SORRY! I have email and other accessible profiles you can talk to me on, but Trillian is special to my laptop!

Oh, so something very disturbing happened today: I realized I haven't been thinking about Morgan (except when Jessie and I talk about the latest pit inhabitants).

It's so strange.

Chasity was talking to me randomly while she was playing with my hair, and all of the sudden goes, "So... Have you heard from Morgan lately?" (She knows about the whole 'talking' thing, and like I've said before, admits to totally dumping her boyfriend and going out with him in a heartbeat if he asked. She has also told me I was dumb. I agreed.)

Anyway.

I was like, "No..."
And she says, "Oh, yeah, I haven't heard from him, either."

Lauren: "Yeah. Well. He probably has a girlfriend."
Chasity: "Like last time he wasn't talking to us?"
Lauren: "Exactly."
Chasity: "Ah. Yeah. You're probably right. Loser."
Lauren: "Mmm. I'm over it."

And she kind of stared me down for a minute and sighed and gave me cornrows.

It was crazy. Because it was the first time I'd actually had to think-THINK about it in that way in a very long time.

Yay, independence!

Stronger!

Work It Harder
Make It Better...

:)

Does anyone else happen to love that song by Daft Punk, yet also adore it in the version it's in on here, with whatshishead singing over it?

Yes. Yes, you do, although you may not know it.

Also, I am procrastinating on everything, so hold your tongues. I know you want it. So do I, believe me.

I WANT IT ALL.

Anywho.

Dear Anna - I hear rumor of a big marathon of BSG sometime... Maybe tomorrow (???). Look on the SciFi site, if you get that. Haha.

I'm working on the challenge.
And Talon's yelling at me. VERY much.
And Clara's sulking.
And Mr. Burton's wanting his paper.
And Lauren's DYING.

Haha.

So I went to TAA (Teachers As Advisors) today (it's a period of forty-five minutes where you're supposed to look up to the teachers and ask for advice or whatever. Our TAA teacher teaches anatomy and doesn't care what we do. We play BS. And yes. It's the bad word. Except it's never said unless you're playing with Beaner. I love him.), and the teacher, who hates everyone's driveling and whining about how cold it is in the building (It's FIFTY outside, and the school board has it cranked to full AC. Morons.), so on his board, he had written in a little cloud:

"Bundle up. There's nothing I can do about it."

I don't know why, but that completely filled me with happiness.

Alice Mary Robertson

is RUINING MY LIFE.

Thank you, Burton. You are RUINING MY SPRING BREAK IN ITS FINAL HOURS.

Sigh. It really sucks that he's that good of a teacher.

I'm writing a huge essay on her. What do I know about her? Nothing! I haven't STARTED.

*head--->kuh-nighfe.*

Good night, Lauren!

Hasta Luego, my fair friends!

A three-day vacation shall begin in a sing hour, and I will miss you all dearly!

Yeah, we weren't going to go for a while. In a span of thirty minutes, our toilet backed up into our tub and my great-aunt fell and fractured two areas of bone.

It was pure hell.

But now, Mom's not going - she's the one arguing for staying. Instead, it's Dad, Michael, and I, and we're heading out tomorrow morning, until Sunday.

In other news, I love Maximum Ride. :)
TOTALLY read the third book in two hours! YEAH, BABY.

Okay. Sorry. That was kind of weird.

LOVEYAA.

Supporting Character & More

1. What is this supporting character? A person? An animal? Something else? Does the character know the protagonist? If so, when did they (or do they) meet and how?
It’s a male, and really, it’s hard to say that he’s the ‘supporting character’. I love him extremely much, just because he inspires me from Backstreet Boys songs (well, okay, not *just* because), but he’s just the same amount of antagonist that my antagonist is!
This character meets my MC (I’m scared to say this – it’s changed twice already) and is captured by her – literally.

3. How is this supporting character similar to your protagonist? How is he or she different?
Oh man.
As for similarities, I really can’t even remember. It’s hard to say. They’re both fighters, are convinced in what they believe, and are denied the common luxuries of life by their positions, while, as for differences, they’re on opposite sides, he’s not as hooked on money and fame, he can read, and pretty much anything else. They’re not alike much, yet the personalities kind of click.

4. What does this supporting character look like? Hair color? Height? Distinguishing features?
He’s charming, and looks it. He has this rugged look, like he doesn’t have time to even think about things, with light-toned brown hair and an athletic build. He’s rather tall, with light brown eyes, and has no use of his right pinky because of an accident involving the death of his younger sister only months back. He’s nineteen-years-old, and too mature for his age.

5. What is this supporting character’s favorite outfit?
Anything that doesn’t smell, honestly. He’s got a very eccentric taste, and usually wears just whatever he can find, though he does dress for trouble.

6. What clothes would this supporting character never get caught dead wearing?
…Girl’s clothes, and he uber-hates dressy clothes, though he does wear them sometimes to blend in.

7. What is this supporting character’s favorite thing about the protagonist?
How human she is compared to the other Trackers, and how she keeps impersonal. It’s intriguing to him.
He still hates her, though.

8. What are this supporting character's hobbies?
Playing the piano. He could do that for hours.

9. What can this supporting character do better than anyone else?
Negotiate.

10. What makes this supporting character happy after he or she has had a bad day?
His second sister, or his girlfriend, of course. When he’s amazingly angry or frustrated, he’ll go to his piano.

11. What makes this supporting character angry?
Trackers. Ignorance. Death. The fact that his surname carries a bad reputation that he more than likely caused, making his sister incapable to even dream about a future.

12. What are this supporting character’s parents like? How about the rest of his or her family?
His youngest sister, the one who was killed, was thirteen years old and aspired to be a dancer, which would never have happened because she’s associated with his family. She was innocent and gorgeous, with big green eyes and hazel-hued hair – the same eyes and hair that his other sister, 16, possesses, though she prefers to fight, although the death of her younger sister made her afraid and angry at everything. Their mother left them with their father when he was young, and their father is a big-league lawyer for the young starlets that consume his life in every way.

13. What's one secret this supporting character hasn't ever told anyone?
He’s a twin.

14. Is this supporting character outgoing? Shy? What do people think when they first meet this supporting character? Is he or she different than the protagonist?
So different – I think we already covered this.
When someone first meets him, someone who doesn’t know what side he’s on, they’re prone to finding him charming and sweet, though official. He’s not extremely outgoing, though if talked to, he’ll hold a conversation.

15. Describe this supporting character in three words:
Tired.
Grown-up.
Leader.

16. Pretend for a moment that this supporting character is really nervous. What does this supporting character do with that nervous energy? (Tap his or her toe against the floor? Hum a song?)
Compose melodies, and hum them under his breath.

17. Write a sentence describing how this supporting character walks.
He walks easily, with a slightly relaxed demeanor about him that makes him seem unhurried and friendly.

18. Write a sentence describing how this supporting character stands. What’s his or her posture like?
He leans against anything he can, and puts his hands in his pockets constantly.

19. What do you really like about this supporting character?
How laid back he is, and how he’s been through hell, but it hasn’t changed his story too incredibly much. He’s just more determined.

20. What do you dislike about this supporting character?
Besides the fact that when I think of him, Chase Crawford pops into my head, I hate that he still hates so much stuff, and that he puts all of this blame on other people, when there shouldn’t be any at all.

21. What is this supporting character’s greatest weakness?
His girls.

22. What is the one thing this supporting character fears most?
Losing his sister or letting his people down. He fears that he won’t change anything for the future generations of the very people who are risking it all to help him.

23. What does this supporting character want more than anything else in the world?
To bring down the government restrictions and stop the rogue cops they use to patrol the streets.

1. If this supporting character could change his or her name, what would he or she change it to?
I have to think that he wouldn’t; that instead, he might change his middle name to whatever his sister’s name was.

2. What is this supporting character’s favorite band? Song? Type of music?
He loves anything classical, most of which was supposedly ‘lost’ so many years ago. His favorite song is the one he made for his little sister for her to dance to,

3. What is this supporting character’s favorite book and why?
The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. It’s one that was passed down secretly to him, and it gives him hope that maybe, one day, he won’t be afraid to share it.

4. What is this supporting character’s favorite season?
Winter.

5. What places, other than where he or she lives now, has this supporting character lived or visited on vacation? Which one was his or her favorite and why?
He has never been on vacation, although he’s been to New York. He found it in almost a ghetto state, though, and didn’t enjoy it. He prefers his old home, back in South Carolina, though he’s banned from going back because of the warrant out for him.

6. What does this supporting character’s house look like? What is hanging on this supporting character’s bedroom walls?

He doesn’t necessarily have a bedroom – in the complex all of them live in now, he has a bright orangeish pink room with a old yellowed curtain that hangs over the window on the far wall. It’s the size of a hotel room, and he shares it with his girlfriend and sister for lack of space. The entire complex looks run-down, and they’ve had to rennovate it a lot. They move all the time – whenever they get wind of someone finding their hideout.

7. What is the best thing that ever happened to this supporting character?
His “family” of ‘rebels’.

8. What is the worst thing that ever happened to this supporting character?
Losing his family.

9. Think about this supporting character’s different moods. Now, try to imagine what this supporting character does with his or her body during these moods. (For example, some people pound their fists on the table when they are angry, or they whistle when they are happy.) Write a few words describing this supporting character’s body during these different moods:

Happy: He smiles a lot, and plays with the younger group that tag along with them.

Angry: He’s playing the piano rabidly.

Sad: He doesn’t cry – Instead, he writes music, or letters to no one.

Thoughtful: He’ll stay in his room, maybe, staring at the ceiling, or he’ll go and write.

Curious: He’s very distant, as if he’s thinking something over heavily.

10. What is this supporting character’s biggest pet peeve?
People who don’t understand.

11. What makes this supporting character most uncomfortable?
Being put in situations that bring up bad subjects.

12. Describe how this supporting character speaks. Does this supporting character have a lisp? An accent? Does he or she use a lot of slang, or end every sentence with “okay,” etc.?
No accent, although he does sigh a lot.

13. If a song played every time this supporting character walked into a room, what song would it be?
Graham Colton – Best Days

--

So yes. I love him.
I just need names.
Which is why I also equally love babynames.com.


Oh, and for Anna - here's my pitiful attempt at my MC. The thing is, this is the one that doesn't fit her description because the story lines evolves her into who she was before anything happened to her:





Anyway.
I'm tired.
I might go take a nap.

GOing Craziee.

Yeah, so tomorrow, I'm waking up at 8, going to practice at nine, and home by noon, where I will then go say goodbye to my grandparents for the rest of the day.

And THEN...

I GET TO COME HOME AND PACK!!!
I'm so excited. We're going to Gore, Oklahoma, which is about three hours away, through Sunday - we're leaving Thursday morning. I don't know if they'll have internet, but I do promise to at least take some kind of writing utencils, and will most likely spawn the Clara/Zach post and hopefully come out a little farther on the plotline for Screnzy (not to mention my next notebook entry! It's here!)

On a side note, Katie brought up the subject of Ana and Talon, so I may just brain-fart and start writing on that again. My theory is that eventually, I'll have enough parts of the story to just copy-paste it all together flawlessly.

Aha. Ha. Ha.

But you know, anything helps.

Any ideas as to what should happen - ONLY in the Talon and Ana thing. No suggestions on saving Zach, kaythankyou. Hahah.

SHOOT ME.

So I sent an email with directions to my house in it, for Megan to pick me up, to the address I *THOUGHT* was hers.

I just got this back:

"Gidday Lauren,

Sorry, I'm not Megan :) Thanks for the invite tho :)
Won't be able to make it tho since on other side of
Pacific.

Have fun"

:O
OH MY.
But, you know, it's nice of him to just email me back like that.

...I'm MORTIFIED at myself.

Character Love.

In prep for Screnzy.

1. What is your protagonist? A person? An animal? Something else?
It’s a girl, but I consider her more of an antagonist. She’s quite the PITB.

2. Where does your protagonist live? Does he or she like it there?
She lives in New Providence, NJ. And yes.

3. What does your protagonist look like? Hair color? Height? Distinguishing features?
She’s tall, but only slightly taller than the average, and muscles she’s acquired from various activities and work over the years makes her build slightly thicker, though not fat in the slightest, with unimaginably pale skin that possesses a olive tinge. Her hair is honey-colored, but it’s been dyed to a brunette that's almost touching the black spectrum. She has sharp features and pink eyelids. Her right eye is hazel, the other is a blue-green, but with not too much discernible difference. As for distinguishing features, she has a scar on her upper lip, on the right side, that she covers up with a silver lip ring. It’s very small, but it’s significantly lighter than the rest, and she has a symbolic tattoo on the small of her back.

4. What is your protagonist’s favorite outfit?
When she’s allowed time off to relax, it would have to be a pair of loose jeans and her flaming red hoodie.

5. What clothes would your protagonist never be caught dead wearing?
Shorts, skirts, dresses, and heels; she’s not exactly fond of tighter jeans, either.

6. What is your protagonist’s pet peeve?
Ignorance.

7. What is your protagonist’s fondest memory?
She makes them up as she goes; she doesn’t remember.

8. What are your protagonist's hobbies?
She loves interrogating rebels and cornering anyone who thinks they’re better than she is. She also loves to invent stories about her life and dare anyone to tell her she’s lying.

9. What can your protagonist do better than anyone else?
Lie.
And yeah, okay, she has an innate knowledge of the government systems, too.

10. What is your protagonist insecure about?
Dating. She hates the idea, and whenever someone approaches her to suggest it, she goes ballistic.

11. What makes your protagonist angry?
Ignorance, stupid jokes, rebels, and her boss.

12. What are your protagonist’s parents like? How about the rest of his or her family?
She honestly doesn’t know. Her parents were both government workers, she knows for sure, but as to their name or even what they look like, she’s clueless. She does have a brother and a sister, though they’re not blood related and they barely talk. Her brother is very involved with the Government Force and is extremely official, while her sister refuses to talk to anyone below her. Her family basically sucks.

13. What's one secret your protagonist hasn't ever told anyone?
How she got the scar on her lip.

14. Is your protagonist outgoing? Shy? What do people think when they first meet your character?
She’s very stoic on the outside, though she’s really just an average person with a stupid job. When someone sees her for the first time, they pass her up – she’s not a smiling passerby, to say the least.

15. Describe your protagonist in three words:
Stubborn. Lost. Mean.

16. Pretend for a moment that your protagonist is really nervous. What does your protagonist do with his or her nervous energy? (Tap his or her toe against the floor? Hum a song?)
Play with her lip ring.

17. Write a sentence describing how your protagonist walks.
Fluid, like water; that was the thought in her walking; something that would make people rethink the very idea of seeing her – something to give an ethereal sense to her character.

18. Write a sentence describing how your protagonist stands. What’s his or her posture like?
On the job, she’s a breathing board, and the tendencies often pass over to her at-home life.

19. What do you really like about your protagonist?
I think the fact that her entire life is spent on secrets is enthralling, and just the idea of her standing outside the social norm for that time is awesome.

20. What do you dislike about your protagonist?
Mostly, that she would hate me in real life, but getting over that, that she’s more ignorant than she thinks, and that she has no life.

21. What is your protagonist’s greatest weakness?
Music and open opportunities to bring a bigger force down; defying authority. It’s like her version of chocolate.

22. What is the one thing your protagonist fears most?
Being wrong.

23. What does your protagonist want more than anything else in the world?
Wealth, fame, and social recognition.

24. What is your protagonist’s favorite band? Song? Type of music?
I think if it were to apply to now, it would have to be Three Days Grace – Are You Ready?

26. What is your protagonist’s favorite book and why?
Really, anything. She can’t read, but seeing words on a page awes her.

27. What is your protagonist’s favorite season?
Bounty season.

28. What places, other than where he or she lives now, has your protagonist lived or visited on vacation? Which one was his or her favorite and why?
Amsterdam, because she felt connected to it somewhat. It’s chaotic and unpredictable, and really, that’s where people like her go. It’s such a dark place. She hasn’t been anywhere else on vacation, though Amsterdam was really for an investigation.

29. What does your protagonist’s house look like? What is hanging on your protagonist’s bedroom walls?
It’s a three-room apartment in the slummish part of town, and it’s only barely furnished. It’s almost uncannily neat, although that’s usually the maid’s doing.

30. What is the best thing that ever happened to your protagonist?
Her job. It distracts her.

31. What is the worst thing that ever happened to your protagonist?
The scar.

32. What makes your protagonist most uncomfortable?
Calm captives. It bothers her.

33. Describe how your protagonist speaks. Does he or her have a lisp? An accent? Does your protagonist use a lot of slang, or end every sentence with “okay,” etc.?
She speaks with a tinge of an accent, almost British, but not; something you would expect a college librarian to talk with. She curses on seldom occasions.

12. If a song played every time your protagonist walked into a room, what song would it be?
Justin Timberlake - What Goes Around…Comes Around Interlude

"I'm a New Soul...

...I came to this strange world hoping I could learn a bit about how to give and take..."

New song.
Beautiful.
Love it.
Dell commercial.
♥

It's at the end of my list, which really doesn't matter, because my player is set to scramble, but it's awesome and I suggest you hear it.
...Or YouTube a preview of it on the Dell commercial of which I jacked it.

Whichever.

So I lied again, obviously. Remember how I plead insanity on the post the other night? Yeah, well, I also said that Clara's post would be up by two nights ago, so as you can see, point proved - my mind was shot.

Basically, don't expect it. It shall spring upon you like a mongoose.

(I'm on Spring Break, though, for the next week, so maybe then.)

Julie Banderas is Amazing.

Ahaha.
BITE ME, WBC.

>:)

Dear Dudes:

Yee.

I promise that I am fully 'jumping on' to this Clara post.
Except that I'm super busy.
So FRIDAY NIGHT is my new deadline, because if you're Katie, you know that I broke my promise of "By Wednesday at the most, I swear!"

Anywho.

'Tis almost midnight, my eyes hurt, and I'm on heavy doses of meds.

As you can tell by this disoriented post, my state of mind is nil.

LOVE!
L.

When I Think About Angels...

"I think about youuuuu!" -Jamie O'Neal

:]

Sorry for the whole *poof* Lauren's gone thing. My laptop isn't cooperating. At all. In fact, I'm surprised it's stayed on long enough for me to get this far.

Ugh. It irritates the CRAP out of me.

In other news, Morgan & Daniel have been cancelled until Spring Break, because (we believe) Morgan was working today, so we couldn't pull off the mall thing.

Spring Break = THIS FRIDAYYYY!

I have rehersal for the Senior Directed Play tomorrow at six, so don't really expect to see me on for long (especially if the laptop is still trying to pull this crap). Anne Frank - Yayyy!

I got a new 2G Flash Drive. I'm so stupidly excited about it. I can't wait to load everything on it.

I'm working on Clara's next post, so bear with me! As kind of an 'I owe you one...' teaser, here's the first line:

The hospital room is silent for once today. It’s a morbid kind of silence, though; the kind that happens when something unexpected tosses your life over your head.

Make of it what you will; I dare you to be excited.

What to Make of It.

Sooo... My parents are allowing Morgan and Daniel over tomorrow.

I just don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing.

...And if Morgan's going to actually be able to come.

Communication skills = FAIL.

Dream-slash-not.

Okay.

So I had this dream.

My friend Danny is adorable. Like, no lie, every girl loves him in one way or the other. He's eighteen and like a big brother (literally - I've known him since I was eight), so we're really cool. We go to church together.

Anyway.

There's this guy named Matt Choloer (Probably not spelled right...) who's in Science Seminar with me. He's another ADORABLE guy who's getting ready to graduate. He was also, as I found out at lunch, a P2P student ambassador, so really, we're related... not.

OKAY.

So this dream I had took place in the ghetto. It was where I lived, and someone was driving me home. We were really scared, because people were firing bullets at us and other people and stuff, but eventually came up to a gas station/complex, where Danny lived.
So I'm there, thinking 'THANK GOD', and I go up to Danny's Room.

There's no one there.

My heart starts beating really fast and I run back to the gas station part, where his Mom is talking to the cashier/receptionist. I ask her what she's doing, because she never liked or talked to her son, and she glared at me and told me to mind my own business.

About this time, I get a really, really, really bad feeling.

I trip over something, and someone reaches out to help me up. When I look, it's Matt. "I'm Matthew Choloer" he says, all serious and regretful-looking. "Your friend, Danny, was in a car accident and suffered amnesia before dying."

I started bawling, and he was all awkwardly letting me cry on him.

And I woke up, crying.

It was so weird.

So now I'm anxious to see Danny on Sunday.

THAT snuck up really quick.

SCRENZY STARTS APRIL FIRST.
BE THERE OR BE SCRIPTLESS.

I'm so excited!

I just can't believe they changed the months! I was shocked that it was in April instead of June, like usual.

In other news, Clara's decided to tell me EXACTLY what's happening, so I'm going to be a little crazy on her next post.

AAAND, also, at lunch today, Courtney, a senior, asked me if I was cast or crew in Megan Graumann's play. I told her cast, and she said, "Aaw. I wanted you to be in mine. Someone dropped out."

Oh, the love. The love, the love, the love.

AND I won an award at the fair. For what, they haven't told me. Excitement!

...But if it's the danged bird book, and I end up not going to state, I'm going to be hacked.

Because I didn't make it in powerpoint.

:)

Remembering Anne.

Anne Frank, that is. I got a part in the senior play - well, one of the senior directed plays, called 'And Then They Came For Me: Remembering Anne Frank'.

I love it.

I play a big part, the part of Young Eva, who gets caught and placed in a concentration camp. I was the neighbor of Anne Frank.

It's very scaryish, though.

:)

I loved her house.

"Crock a' Bull"

Girl, if I didn't love you, I'd say you were straight from this state, too.

:D I loved it SO much. There's no words.

So my dad walked in a minute ago, when I'm supposed to be working on SciSem stuff, and NOT on this, and I opened up a Word document.

"I think that in my project, you would have to be mentally retarded to not see that you’re aojalkdsjaokj laksjd laiujofewijdeowijdlkjasdlk al kdsjalks dal"

HECK YES.

ANYWAY, not a big post for tonight. I have to be up at school at six-thirty in the morning tomorrow (woohooo....) for the competition for SciSem. We're driving thirty minutes to Edmond to put on our party.

When I say party, I mean 'totally sophisticated form of heel torture.'

Anywho.

I LOVE YOU.

Yahdedahh.

So I'm laying in bed, thinking about tomorrow.

PLEASE REMIND ME NEVER TO DO THIS AGAIN.

I'm thinking about my schedule - about how I'm getting a grade tomorrow for memory, which I didn't get to memorize because, oh, yeah, my weekend was shot. AND, how I have to write four BORING reading responses before sixth hour.

And the homework I'll pick up for both Friday and Tuesday.

Praise the Lord, eh?

Anywho, Daniel and I were talking today, about how all of his ex-girlfriends were messed up in the head (literally speaking), and when we got to Kim, we couldn't think of one, so I suggested that men were DRAWN to her, and that was her 'deformity'.

Of course, my mouth also adds "And ALL of her ex-boyfriends and people she's turned down come running to me, like if they date me, she'll love them again. Losers."

...I have got to learn how to shut UP.

"LIKE WHO?!"

So I'm sitting there, trying to avoid the question, hacked at myself for bringing it up.

Daniel: "I know Charles asked you out after he broke up with Kim, and I know Morgan did..."

HOLD IT RIGHT THERE.

I never told Daniel about Morgan.

Meaning that not only has Morgan been telling Daniel about me, but Daniel's been quipping back with my lame excuses for not dating and, seeing as how he knew me when the Nick and Fabio/Chris situations happened, more than likely spilled.

WHY DID THEY HAVE TO BE FRIENDS?!

So now, I'm kind of stunned.
Because all this stuff's been coming from Daniel, about how he's still in love with Kim, and now that he's proved he's not making it up, I have to a) believe him about Morgan, which I was anyway, but this kind of put the nail in the coffin, and b) start paying more attention to what I'm saying to these people!

The Morgan/Lauren thing is OVER, though, so at the same time, I don't care.

Talk about confusing. :D

"I WILL SURVIVE! EYY EYY!"

So you're back! From outer space!

dundedahdedoodoodoodood see that smile upon your face...

I really don't know all the lyrics.

But I'M BACK FROM A THREE DAY HIATUS.

It was boring. And busy. And completely mind boggling. I've never been this tireddd.

:)

MORE SOON!